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With a sword in his right hand, Wang Ling rushed all the way with more than a thousand soldiers, heading straight to Beicheng. At this moment, what he was most worried about was that the county soldiers couldn't make cruel hands, so that they were taken by the yellow turbans. Once the yellow turbans were allowed to board the city wall, it would become an extremely tragic fight. Therefore, along the way, Wang Ling rushed to the forefront, he wanted to rush to Beicheng and Xicheng to direct the battle as soon as possible.

Seeing that Wang Shijun was so brave and not at all the appearance of Suirimune, the soldiers were quite surprised. Among the thousands of soldiers, more than a hundred are Wang Ling's old team. Wang Shijun's ups and downs in the officialdom are all seen in their eyes and remembered in their hearts. Wang Ling was able to come back this time. Firstly, Da Sima looked at Lao Wang Shu's face and didn't want to do too much. Secondly, after years of hard studies, Wang Ling had already reborn. The appointment of Chang Shan's state minister this time was a big hurdle in his career.

If you go through it smoothly, you can be expected to serve as the Jiuqing in the DPRK or as the pastor of a state. If there are major mistakes in his tenure, such as the capture of Yuanshi County by the Yellow Turban, then, within five or six years, Wang Ling has no hope of promotion. As for what happens in the future, it depends on the look of the thief God. This is naturally not what Taiyuan Wang Family and Wang Shijun wanted to see.

Therefore, in this battle, the emperor must do his best to fight to the death. As long as he defends Yuanshi County, it is a great achievement! In addition, Wang Shijun has no choice! The official career of the king ambassador was stale, and the people underneath would naturally not have any good results. Because of this, these more than a hundred people were more anxious than Wang Ling. Seeing how fierce the battle was, they shouted one after another, sprinted a few steps, and rushed in front of Wang Shijun. The Yellow Turban's combat power is not strong, it only relies on the decisive assault tactics, as long as it survives the first round of attacks, although it is not a winner, it is also 50-60% certain. "Yellow Turban thief, don't be mad!" "Take your life!"

Thousands of old and weak women and children in yellow turbans on the top of the city were originally only able to break through the battlefield of Changshan Guojun's soldiers with a passion and an aura of resentment. When this anger vented, he immediately felt his bones and muscles numb, and his body was weak, and he was no longer as swift as he used to be. Once the eight thousand county soldiers came back to their senses and the hand-dancing weapon fell into a dead hand, the old and weak Yellow Turbans were immediately at a disadvantage. Fortunately, everyone knows that if you go to this step, you will have no place to die, so if they have tried their lives, they will have to put on a few backs.

A thin and withered woman in a yellow turban took up a wooden stick in her hand and smashed it hard at the oncoming middle-aged county soldier. The primeval army county soldier hummed, and the ring knife in his right hand swept diagonally from the bottom left to the top right, and immediately chopped the wooden stick into two pieces. The woman in the yellow turban threw half of the wooden stick in her hand at the middle-aged county soldier. With a leap, she rushed towards the middle-aged county soldier, trying to hug the middle-age county soldier tightly. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged county soldier suddenly stretched out a spear from the left side, and pierced into the yellow-turbaned woman's abdomen with a puff.

The woman in the yellow turban snorted, vomiting a large amount of blood in her mouth, but firmly grasped the spear with her hands, and used her last strength to press her whole body on the spear. The spearman yanked hard three times, but he couldn't pull the spear out of the yellow turban woman's abdomen. At this moment, three or four women with yellow turbans rushed up from this empty space, squeezed the spearman tightly under them, and launched a series of attacks with their fists, teeth, knees and nails. In the wailing of the spearman, the woman in the yellow turban finally closed her eyes.

Such scenes are repeating all the time, the yellow-turbaned old and weak women and children use their lives and bodies as weapons to launch an asymmetrical attack with the county soldiers. Although the county soldiers were well-trained, they had never seen such a decisive attack, and they were suddenly in a mess. The officers continuously cursed, yelled, and waved the ring sword in their hands, trying to reorganize the army and form a new front. However, the county soldiers were forced to be in a hurry, and their tactical movements were lost, and they looked very stiff and dull. The army formation immediately became riddled with holes, and the old and weak women and children in the Yellow Turban immediately seized the fighter opportunities and rushed in continuously from these gaps.

At this moment, Wang Ling's more than a thousand soldiers finally arrived. These more than one thousand soldiers are all elite soldiers with high martial arts. Most of them have been on the battlefield and have seen blood. A few of them have cut down a few first. level. As soon as they saw this formation, they immediately understood. Without Wang Ling's order, they immediately formed hundreds of small formations in groups of three and five, covering each other and rushing forward.

Three or five soldiers together, a spearman rushed forward, two sword players guarded his left and right, and killed the enemies on both sides, one or two crossbowmen followed, looking for opportunities to cast cold arrows. This formation is the sky-filled star formation first created by Da Sima Lubu and Wei General Gao Shun. It is specially designed to deal with this kind of melee. Hundreds of small formations suddenly split and merge, like mercury flooding the ground.

As soon as these thousands of people joined the battle group, they immediately showed their immense power. They were like snowballs, leaving a corpse wherever they passed. The old and weak women and children in the Yellow Turban are ordinary people. Although they have a mortal heart, they fight for their lives, but they are just ordinary fights. They are not as good as the fights in the streets. Where have you seen such a delicate battle ? They immediately felt a great emergency, but within a few moments, they were immediately engulfed by the raging tide of county soldiers.

Wang Ling waved the sword in his hand and split an oncoming old man in half. The blood splashed all over his face, but he didn't care to wipe it. He lifted his left foot, kicked a seven or eight-year-old boy, and swiped the sword in his right hand from the neck of the little girl who rushed towards him. The little girl's spiteful eyes immediately lost their brilliance, and there was a large pool of blood flowing from between her neck, and the awl held tightly in her hand fell to the ground, but her thin body fell softly to the ground.

Whoosh! A hidden weapon flew toward him, Wang Ling instinctively raised his right hand, and the sword in his hand accurately slashed on the hidden weapon. Peng! A puff of lime slammed into the shadow of the sword, and the entire sky immediately became white. Wang Ling closed his eyes abruptly, the sword in his hand danced like snowflakes, covering his whole body, rushing to the old and weak women and children in the yellow turban, suddenly an exclamation sounded in his ears.

"Oh!" "I can't see it!" There were dozens of horrors from the county soldiers. It seemed that at least dozens of people were blinded by Lime, threw down their weapons, and covered their faces loudly Call sign up. Their shouts were immediately overwhelmed by the sound of raindrops coming from their fists, and their fists hit their bodies, faces, and armor, sounding like a storm.

Maybe it was a moment, maybe a hundred years later, Wang Ling opened his eyes carefully, right? There was a head with white beard in front of him, and an unpleasant stench exuded from his mouth. Wang Ling's heart tightened, and the sword in his hand accurately passed through the throat of the white-haired old man, and the old man fell slowly. Peng! The old man's crutches hit his left shoulder hard, and there was a fierce pain. Be yelling! A brick slammed heavily on his right shoulder, a painful tingling came from his bones, and a spear pierced his chest silently. Fortunately, he was wearing mountain armor, and the poor tip of the spear couldn't break the armor.

"My envoy, please step back!" A dozen soldiers rushed forward and took over the follow-up attack from the old and weak women and children in the Yellow Turban. An horror broke out in an instant, and five or six soldiers snorted immediately and all lost together. After suffering minor injuries, the dozens of old and weak women and children in Yellow Turbans opposite were all beheaded on the spot. "Kill them all!" Seeing Wang Ling's face full of blood, the soldiers around suddenly roared.

More than a hundred soldiers surrounded Wang Ling tightly in the middle of the army formation. The shouts of killing all around had gradually subsided, and only the sound of snare drums and the sound of weapons waved in the ears. Wang Ling wiped his face with his big sleeves and looked around. There were stumps and broken arms all over the city wall. The gray city bricks had long been stained with brown blood and white brains, which was disgusting to Wubi.

Most of the yellow-turbaned old and weak women and children in the North City have been slaughtered, and their bodies are scattered all over the city wall in various ways. Many people hugged tightly with the dead or dying county soldiers, still retaining the posture of fighting each other during their lives. Many old and weak women and children in the yellow turban do not stare at a certain place with their absent-minded eyes.

The remaining old and weak women and children in the yellow turban tightly formed two or three circles, protecting the remaining three or four long ladders with their bodies. "Let's shoot them! Shoot them to death!" Following the order of the Han army officers, swish swish! Whoosh whoosh! The crossbowmen held their breath, lowered their waists and pulled their hips, and drew their bows and arrows into a full moon. The raindrops generally shot at the weak and old women and children in the yellow turban. "Oh!" "Guguan army, you must not die!" "I want my mother!" In the stern cry, these old and weak women and children were all shot and killed.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! In the Yellow Turban formation, agitated drums of war sounded. The yellow-scared young man of the brigade, armed with a spear, a ring-head knife, and a bow arrow, rushed through the west wall. "Kill!" "Avenge for the folks who died!" "Kill all these dog officers and soldiers!" "To live!" They shouted with raging anger in their eyes, exhausting all their strength.

The corpses of the old and weak women and children can be seen everywhere on the city walls, and the blood stains in the big beaches on the ground are in their eyes and hurt in their hearts. In exchange for the opportunity for them to board the city wall, these 10,000 old and weak women and children resolutely sacrificed their lives, and their blood must not be shed in vain! The blood debt must be paid with blood! Only by killing these officers and soldiers can the shame and anger in their hearts be washed away!

"Oh! The foolish people are so ignorant!" Wang Ling sighed, clenched the sword in his hand, and shouted: "Brothers! Can you keep Yuanshi County? Can you keep the tens of thousands of people in the city? Today! Blood for blood, tooth for tooth! I, Wang Ling, is willing to fight to the end! Come with me!" As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately brandished his sword and rushed out first.