New Story of Lv Bu

At this moment, both sides have already played a real fire, and no one is willing to take a step back, and no one can take a step back.

If the Yuanshi county town cannot be captured, the Yellow Turban, which has been out of food for many days, will face the situation of starvation. Instead of starving to death, it is better to fight to death on the city wall. For the county soldiers of Changshan State, if Yuan's county town fell, the food in the town would inevitably be looted by the hungry yellow turbans, and their wives and children would also be poisoned, even killed and looted, and the city would be scorched.

In the vast land of the Han Dynasty, the Lv Alliance and Lv Bujun opened a posture to make a decisive battle. As long as the war begins, it is not known when it will end. Only when one of them is completely defeated will the war end. The small town of Yuanshi County has become the focus of contention between the two sides, and both sides are determined to win. In order to seize the town of Yuanshi County, both sides will not hesitate to die thousands of people, tens of thousands.

The battle in the East and North cities has come to an end. The yellow-turbaned old and weak women and children who climbed the city wall have been killed. All the long ladders have been pushed to the top. The crossbowmen are shooting downwards from the top of the city, constantly shooting. Kill the yellow scarf under the city. However, a large number of yellow turbans climbed up the city wall from the east and south, totaling as many as four to five thousand. On the more than a hundred deputy long ladders behind, tens of thousands of people continued to climb the city wall. Not surprisingly, the fall of Yuanshi County was only a matter of time.

On the wall of the West City, there are figures of strong yellow turbans everywhere. They waved their spears and ring-headed knives, as well as some crude weapons, shouting loudly, and frantically killing the lonely Han army. The Yellow Turban army's offensive came too swiftly, and it was a desperate assault. The Han army could not resist, so they had to retreat slowly along the city wall towards the north city. There are hundreds of Han troops in this group.

In the vortex of the Yellow Turban Army, there were hundreds of Han troops besieged. They formed battle groups of various sizes. Several people, dozens of people, etc., tried their best to resist the Yellow Turban. Offensive, while looking for time to move closer to the main force. At every instant, dozens of people fell down, and the walls were full of corpses and dying people. The living people moved quickly in the pool of blood, shouting loudly, emboldening themselves. The sound of weapons piercing the human body, the sound of a heavy body falling to the ground, the wailing of a severely wounded horn lying in a pool of blood, and the sound of the wind whistling in the ear, are endless.

A sturdy man wearing a sleeve armor and a copper helmet finally boarded the city wall, holding a huge mountain knife in his hand, looking like a giant. "Qu Shuai is in the city!" "Qu Shuai is mighty!" As soon as he saw the giant ascend to the city, Xicheng's yellow turban immediately burst into cheers. It was obvious that this sturdy man was the head of the yellow turban.

The sturdy man pressed his left hand on the city wall and jumped on the city wall flexibly. He opened his big eyes like a copper bell, and quickly scanned Xicheng, and the whole battle was immediately clear to his chest. His gaze penetrated the crowd who was fighting, looking far away, staring at Wang Ling hundreds of steps away. Among the tens of thousands of people, Wang Ling's robe, big sleeves and high crown and belt are too conspicuous.

"Follow me! Kill that Han family official! This Luoshizi Yuanshi county town can be broken!" The big-shaped man let out a roar, his roar was earth-shaking, like a tiger roaring, and the roar fell, and he took a leap. He rushed out, like an agile leopard, passing over everyone's heads, and rushing straight towards Wang Ling! "Wu Nagou official, watch grandpa come to take your first level!"

Behind the sturdy man were more than a hundred men who had just ascended the head of the city. Each of them was wearing two armors or sleeves, and carrying a ring-headed knife and a spear in his hand. These more than one hundred people are all sturdy big men. Everyone's complexion is ruddy, and they are obviously able to eat a full meal. They are not like the yellow-turbaned old and weak women and children who are full of food and fall into the wind.

These more than one hundred men were powerful in combat, and once they were put on the battlefield, they immediately broke through the Han army's line of defense, rushing straight to where Wang Ling was like a raging river. "Follow Shuai Qu and kill that dog official!" "Chong!" "Kill!" They shouted loudly, waving their weapons, and they cut down more than a hundred Han troops in no time, seeing that they were only two miles away from Wang Ling. More than a hundred steps.

At this moment, Wang Ling was rushing in blood. With a wave of his right hand, he chopped down the oncoming yellow turban, and slammed the spear from the bottom right to the top left. The sword in his right hand drew a circle in front of him, jingling in a ring, and smashed away the three first swords in the ring. A dozen soldiers finally arrived in a hurry, guarding him behind the vine tiles and spears. Flop! Flop! Damn! Ah?????? With a few short screams, the seven or eight yellow turbans rushing in the face were immediately poked to the ground by the spearman. The ring head knife in the hand of the rattan player swiftly swiped his head sharply. In just an instant, two people were seriously injured.

Standing behind the rattan player, Wang Ling let out a sigh of relief, letting go of his spasmodic right hand. However, after a quarter of an hour of fierce battle, he seemed to have exhausted his whole body's sorrow, and his chest and whole body were empty, as if prostration. At this moment, he heard the roar, and saw the rushing Huang Turban Qushuai. The two people looked at each other as if they were real, and a spark was suddenly aroused. In just one hundredth of an instant, both people understand that the other is a big man!

"Bowmen! Shoot and block them!" A military officer shouted loudly. He was only a few dozen steps away from Wang Ling, but he immediately realized the danger after he had experienced many battles. There was a strong murderous aura on that sturdy man who came flying fast, and only after he had killed more than a hundred people would he have such a strong murderous aura! If he were to rush to Wang Shijun's side, the consequences would be disastrous!

"Crossbowman! Three combos, shoot arrows!" Following the long command of the leader of the team, whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh! Hundreds of carved feather arrows shot out, and the target was the hundred yellow turban dead men who rushed madly above everyone's heads. At the same time, five or six soldiers from the left and right sides of the military prince and Wang Ling rushed forward, hugged Wang Ling, and dragged them dozens of steps away. "Don't worry about me! I'm the state minister of Changshan! I want to be on the front line and shed the last drop of blood!" Wang Ling roared loudly, punching and kicking, but the soldiers on the left and right clung to him tightly and didn't let go. After retreating to the northwest corner of Yuanshi County, he stopped.

Wang Ling looked up, looked at where he was just now, and immediately stopped. The mountain knife in the hand of the Huang Turban Qushuai was dancing like snowflakes, protecting the whole body solidly. The seven or eight soldiers who remained in the same place had been chopped down to the ground by him, with an incredible expression on his face and body. But he slumped down softly. If it weren't for five or six soldiers desperately to pull him back, at this moment, Wang Shijun would have been a dead body separated from his head. Wang Ling glanced at some of the soldiers apologetically, smacked secretly.

"Crossbowman! Change to a strong bow and a hard crossbow, three combos! Shoot arrows!" The leader of the team had already led his subordinates after dozens of steps and blocked Wang Ling's body. There have been more than two hundred crossbowmen around him. In front of the two hundred crossbowmen are three or four hundred swordsmen and spearmen. In any case, above the West City, the Han army finally has one that looks very stable. The front.

Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh! Hundreds of arrows fired in a series, and they fell straight into the middle of the yellow scarf on the West City. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh??? In front of the Han army's strong bow and hard crossbow, the armor was as fragile as paper. "Follow me!" Huang Jinqu Shuai held a mountain knife in his hand, danced into a ball of snowflakes, and rushed toward the Han army!

"Knife player, hold the line and leave behind! The sharpshooter, aim at that Huangjin Qushuai and shoot him!" Seeing Huangjin Qushuai so vigorously, Wang Ling couldn't help but start playing the small drum in his heart. Could it be that I, Wang Ling today Are you really going to die here? However, years of Huahai experience finally made his reason overcome his feelings, and he gave orders without waiting for any emotion.

"Nuo!" There was a promise that sounded around, and at such a critical moment, Wang Shijun could handle it so calmly, and everyone immediately had a bottom line in their hearts. In an instant, the arrow was like a locust, like a black cloud, falling in the yellow towel, and the yellow towel Qingzhuang immediately fell one piece after another. They finally rushed to fear and began to move quickly to the edge of the city wall. Dozens of people panicked and descended down the long ladder. No matter how fierce the Yellow Turban is, they are still alive, and they don't want to make senseless sacrifices without arrows. "Hold on! Don't be a coward!" "Qu Shuai is about to succeed soon!" The Yellow Scarf chiefs roared loudly.

Shuai Huang Jinqu carried Feng Lei and danced with dozens of dead men. He saw dozens of Han troops and rushed straight into the Han troops. Now he was only 30 steps away from Wang Ling. However, his good luck also ends here! Whoosh! Whizzing! Whoosh whoosh! The sound of the Han army's master archer pulling the bowstring and the sound of the feather arrow breaking through the air sounded at the same time, and the hundreds of dead soldiers behind Huangjin Qushuai suddenly fell. There are not many crossbowmen who throw arrows at them, only a dozen, but the arrows bite the meat, and they are all key parts such as the neck and chest. In an instant, each of them issued five arrows, and immediately locked the battle.

Hearing the roaring arrows breaking through the air, Huang Jinqushuai's sword dance in his hand became more anxious. He chopped melons and vegetables and chopped down seven or eight Han saber players and spearmen. There was only a clapper sound, and dozens of feather arrows shot at him! After launching a powerful crossbow dozens of steps away, the arrow arrived in an instant, and Huang Turban Qushuai's face was immediately sweaty. broken! I'm going to hang up today!

Ugh! Wu Ba, Wu Ba, why are you so greedy for power that you die under chaotic arrows!