Chapter 125 Desperation

But compared to the laughter and laughter in Changshe City, there was a frown in Bocai's handsome camp.

Most of the seats in the battalion were empty. Liu Bigong, Pei Yuanshao, He Yi and He Man were all killed in battle or killed by Bo Cai. Now, except for Huang Shao and Bo Qun, the rest are all freshmen who were promoted from below. of.

There was silence in the camp, and Huang Shao finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Bo Shuai, why don't I wait to retreat?"

Bo Cai's gloomy face turned quickly, and two cold lights shone on Huang Shao's face.

"Withdraw the troops? The siege of the Changsha was unsuccessful for many days, and the army burned all the food and grass, and then retreated?"

Bo Cai yelled: "If you are afraid of death, get out, I can't afford to lose this man!"

Retreat, where are you going?

Now the world is full of yellow turban thieves, all the cities and counties in the states are all solid walls and clear fields, only four or five days of food and grass are left, where can they retreat?

There is no need to think about Hebei, even if the teacher is willing to take him in, the grain and grass will not last the journey to Hebei.

Nanyang? Senior brother Zhang Mancheng is flourishing, and it is said that he used two to three hundred thousand soldiers. If he goes by himself, he should bow his head and not say anything. The key is that after he goes by himself, there will be no food, grass and fixed territory, so he must be controlled by others. Senior brother Zhang Mancheng is not an easy person I am afraid that I will seize my military power

Thinking of this, Bo Cai suddenly drew out the sword at his waist, and a cold light split the table in front of him into two halves.

He had a fierce look on his face, and his facial features huddled together because of anger: "Let me listen to you! If anyone dares to withdraw troops, it will be the same as this case!"

"Go back to the camp and rectify your troops and horses. Within three days, you must take Changshe City."

One night without words, the next day.

Bocai was standing just outside Changshe City, with a big wave flag fluttering in the wind, surrounded by countless yellow scarf thieves, looking down from the top of the city, one could only see dense crowds of human heads and Yellow turban.

"forward!"

Groups of yellow turban thieves carried the ladders and charged at the head of Changshe city, and the arrows on the top of the city rushed down like locusts, shooting the yellow turban thieves to the ground.

The yellow turban thief who was shot was lying on the ground, while the following comrades paused for a moment, then picked up the ladder without hesitation, and left him behind. Naturally, someone would come to carry him back. The fate of soldiers is to advance and succeed.

Although they were suppressed by the arrows of the Han army in the city, it was not that there were no archers among the yellow turban thieves. Bocai called out two thousand archers without hesitation.

Two thousand yellow turban archers raised their bows and set arrows at the top of the city, and suppressed the Han army archers at the top of the city with dense arrow rain. However, the Han army archers were condescending, and they needed to shoot upwards, which was a bit difficult.

If it was in the past, Bo Cai would never be willing to take out the precious archer, but now that the food and grass are almost gone, he doesn't care about so much.

With the support of their own archers, the Yellow Turban Thief's offensive was much smoother, and they rushed to the Changshe City, and then erected the ladder to hook the top of the city.

Tens of thousands of yellow turban thieves bit the steel knife with their teeth, and started to climb the ladder with hands and feet, while the defenders on the top of the city kept arrows, and at the same time moved the rolling logs and stones from the city to the top of the city. There are also Han soldiers holding their noses and cooking several pots of golden soup that smells unbearable.

The Han army lifted the rolling logs and stones from the top of the city and threw them down the city. The rolling logs were nailed with wooden and iron spikes, and the rolling wheels whizzed down. He fell down, bleeding profusely all over his body, and he didn't know whether he was smashed to death or fell to death.

As for pouring a pot of gold soup on the head, it is a certain death. Needless to say, the high temperature of the boiling water will have a high fever for several days, and finally vomit and die, because the bacteria in the feces are infectious. extremely strong.

Under the command of the veteran general Huangfusong, the Han army shot arrows methodically, poured golden soup, threw stones and rolled logs, with a clear rhythm, and the Yellow Turban Bandits at least killed or injured more than a thousand people.

After paying the price of more than a thousand deaths and injuries, the first yellow scarf thief finally climbed to the top of the city. Ring-shoulders with saliva.

But before he could make a move, a long gun was fired, piercing through his chest and piercing his heart.

He raised his head with difficulty, only to see a resolute face, and then he felt that he was thrown by a huge force and rolled down from the top of the city.

"Thank you Liu Junhou for saving your life."

A Han soldier who was throwing the log next to him hurriedly thanked him.

Liu Ye waved his hand: "No problem."

Liu Ye stood at the top of the city, his tall figure was like a sculpture, and he had the aura of being one man in charge of others.

One of the yellow scarf thieves rushing up from the ladder was stabbed to death by Liu Ye. In the melee of thousands of people, he was inevitably injured, but now standing on the top of the wall, he only needs to face one yellow turban thief every time. Kill one, tried and tested.

In field battles, fierce generals can lead the troops as sharp knives to break through formations, but they are more effective in defending the city. That's why it is said that one rider is worth a thousand, one husband is a gatekeeper and ten thousand men can't open it. It is better than a thousand Number one.

Not only that, Guan Hai and Xia Houyuan are also rare brave generals, and the section of the city where the three of them are located is simply no man's land.

Although the food and grass of the Yellow Turban Thieves had just been burned, Huangfusong had already ordered all the troops not to relax. Therefore, the Han army strictly guarded against death, and with the help of more powerful generals like Liu Ye and Xia Houyuan, the Yellow Turban Thieves were frustrated in their offensive in Changshe City. Organize manpower at the head of the city.

Bo Cai's face was getting darker and darker. Huang Shao, who was next to him, trembled when he saw Bo Cai's face, for fear that Bo Cai would let him rush forward.

"Waves."

"The end is here!"

Bo Cai said expressionlessly: "How many elite soldiers are there in the handsome battalion?"

Bo Qun frowned slightly: "There are still more than 820 soldiers ready to fight, and the rest are either dead or injured."

Bo Cai nodded and waved his hand.

"You lead the elite battalion to press on the whole line, don't disperse your forces, and focus on attacking one side of the city."

His tone was extremely flat, as if he was not commanding elite soldiers who were regarded as precious lumps, but a group of dispensable miscellaneous soldiers.

Bo Qun was taken aback: "Brother, press the whole line?"

Bo Cai nodded slowly. Now that the critical moment of life and death has come, whether it is archers or elite soldiers, all must be brought out.

Seeing Bo Cai nodded, Bo Qun swallowed, gritted his teeth and said, "Of order."

After finishing speaking, Bo Qun turned and left, leading eight hundred elite soldiers to Changshe City.

Eight hundred elite soldiers climbed the ladder and followed behind the miscellaneous soldiers. Fortunately, there were people in front of them, so they would not suffer heavy losses if they did not reach the top of the city.