Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

In Liu Ye's field of vision, the Yellow Turban Army finally appeared. Although I had seen the scene of the army marching forward on TV in my previous life, my heart was still shaken by seeing it with my own eyes. On the eastern horizon, the yellow tide was approaching with billowing smoke and dust. , From time to time, I heard the sound of horns from the Yellow Turban Army formation, one after another, mournful and vast.

A thief to...

The drummers on the turret beat the drum vigorously, and the sound of the drum echoed like thunder.

Liu Ye covered his chest with his hands, and felt his heart beating violently, as if it would come out of his throat in the next second. The people in the oppressive atmosphere wanted to turn around and run away. He couldn't help but look around, only to see that some prisoners had been frightened. His legs softened, and the leader of the team behind him immediately drew his sword to face each other, and sternly reprimanded: Those who are afraid of thieves and retreat will be killed!

Liu Ye gritted his teeth, and looked at the officers and soldiers on the left and right, but saw that they were not calm and composed, most of them looked pale, and it seemed that they had never seen such a battle.

After counting the drums, the Yellow Turban army had already marched to the lower part of the city and stood in formation. At the same time, three groups of troops were separated and rushed to other city gates, completely surrounding Licheng.

Liu Ye clearly saw the banner of the yellow scarf, and first a yellow scarf warrior with a big arm and a round waist was carrying a big flag, and wrote a letter: the sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand.

On the left and right are Shuaiqi, Jiangqi and other flags of various colors. The Shuaiqi is Tiangong General Zhang, and the general flag is Qushuai Zhou.

Listen, General Licheng, this is Zhou Jun, a general under the command of General Tiangong, who came with 30,000 troops. Please surrender the city quickly, otherwise the army will attack the city and leave no one behind! He yelled towards the city, and with his words, the yellow turban army below the city clamored and shouted to kill.

Hearing that there were 30,000 yellow turban bandits, the defenders on the city wall were in turmoil. They were all panicked and desperate. What is the concept of 30,000? The people under the rule of Licheng were only in the early 20,000s. Today, the county magistrate released the prisoners and confiscated the whole city The men can only gather three thousand defenders, and the Yellow Turbans attack ten times more, and the strength is very different. If the Yellow Turbans attack the city, they will definitely be defeated.

Liu Ye pursed his lips, thinking that the ancients were really good at bragging. Thanks to his knowledge of statistical algorithms, he estimated that the Yellow Turban Army's strength was at most over ten thousand. If the civilian men who accompanied the army were removed, the number of soldiers capable of fighting would be seven or eight thousand at most, which is only two inches away from the strength of the defenders. Three times, the defenders defend the city, as long as they defend properly, they may not be unable to defend.

Hey, don't let the thieves be rampant. I have 10,000 elite soldiers in Licheng. Why are you so afraid of the mob? If you know what you want, leave quickly. Otherwise, I will behead you when all the officers and soldiers come to help me!

Hearing an old, heroic but energetic voice, the defenders heard the reputation, and the county magistrate Song He arrived at the city wall at some point, bearded and furious, and the defenders raised their morale a little.

Liu Ye grinned. In the past, he thought Song He, the county magistrate, was incompetent, but unexpectedly, when the Yellow Turban army attacked and the state and county officials fled one after another, he was able to abide by the duties of his parents and officials, which changed people's impression.

At this time, from the corner of Liu Ye's eyes, he saw a few archers holding strong bows eager to try. Nothing but thieves.

The archer drew his bow and nocked his arrow several times, but he was not sure of the hit and gave up.

Let me try it. Liu Ye asked the archer for a bow and arrow.

Archer raised his eyes and saw the prison clothes under Liu Ye's armor. He couldn't help but underestimate them. He squinted and said, A mere prisoner, don't be too presumptuous. I'm a strong bow with a stone. Can you pull it away?

Liu Ye saw that he was speaking contemptuously, and his tone was also very firm: What kind of strong bow is a stone bow, if you give me a strong bow with three stones, I can still draw it!

Archer thought he was boasting, frowned and said: Go to the side, delay my archery, watch your head!

At this time, Zhou Jun, the commander of the Yellow Turbans under the city, and Song He, the county magistrate, were in full swing, and when it was over, it was time for the Yellow Turban army to attack the city.

This is a military marquis walking over quickly, urging the archer to say: Your Excellency is attracting thieves, you wait and shoot the thieves!

All the archers called out to Qu and said, Your Majesty, the bandits are beyond the range of their bows and arrows. It's extremely difficult to shoot them. I'm afraid it will damage our army's morale.

What the archers said was the truth, the back arrows in the city wounded people, and if they hit them, they would boost the morale of the defenders and dampen the morale of the bandits, but if they missed, they would damage their morale, so they dared not shoot.

The Marquis was about to get angry, the archer who had just argued with Liu Ye was afraid that the Marquis would blame him, so he hurriedly directed the disaster to Liu Ye, saying: Marquis, just now this prisoner said that he could draw a three-stone bow...

Junhou said angrily: It's impossible to be a fool. If Li Guang is not alive, who can draw a three-stone bow and dare to talk nonsense, don't blame me for destroying the army.

Archer Nuonuo didn't dare to speak, but Liu Ye stood up and looked at Junhou, saying neither humble nor overbearing: Junhou, please give me a strong bow, I would like to try it.

Marquis Jun stared at Liu Ye, and said solemnly: If you miss the shot, I will punish you!

It is true that Liu Ye was skilled in bow and horse in Qingzhou in the past, but with his arm strength he could draw two stone bows at most. He just said that he could pull three stone bows. , not to mention the three-stone bow, even the five-stone bow can be drawn, said in a deep voice: If you miss the shot, you are willing to be punished!

Okay, take the three-stone strong bow!

The Marquis looked away suspiciously, thinking that a dead horse would be treated as a living horse doctor. In fact, he had another idea in his mind. At this time, the Yellow Turban bandits were approaching the city, and the morale of the defenders was low. It's okay if Liu Ye can hit the shot, but if he misses it, he can be used to kill the head to enforce military discipline.

Soon, a Han soldier came with a carved bow, and the military marquis took it and handed it to Liu Ye.

Liu Ye pulled the bow string hard, it was as tight as steel, and he couldn't help but screamed good bow.

Immediately, he asked the archer for a quiver, and stood up, holding the bow in his left hand, and pinched an arrow feather in his right hand, hiding under the battlements, looking straight at Zhou Jun, the leader of the Yellow Turban Qu, five hundred meters away.

At this time, the scolding war between Zhou Jun and Song He was over, and Zhou Jun's bickering was naturally no match for Song He, who was full of knowledge. The eight generations of ancestors had been greeted by Song He, and they couldn't help screaming, raising their hands, waiting for the order to attack. city.

Seeing this, the Marquis was in a hurry and urgently urged: Shoot quickly!

Zhou Jun, do you recognize Liu Ye in Licheng?

Liu Ye suddenly yelled, and he turned around and leaned out of the battlements, drawing the bow with bent arms, the bow was like a full moon, and the bowstring made a crisp and twisting sound.

Boom!

Liu Ye let go of the feathers on the tail of the arrow, and the arrow shot towards Zhou Jun like a shooting star, making a whoosh sound of piercing through the air.

Zhou Jun was raising his eyes to see this scene, his pupils constricted for a moment, before he could utter an exclamation, he turned away desperately, and at the same time, his legs pinched the horse's belly, only to hear the horse growl, and jumped out in shock. The arrow shot past Zhou Jun's shoulder and nailed to the commander-in-chief flag behind him, the commander-in-chief flag broke at the sound, and the arrow remained undiminished until it went straight into the chest of the yellow scarf soldier behind him.

The Yellow Turban bandit army was in chaos in an instant.

Seeing this scene on the city wall, the defenders were silent at first, and then burst into earth-shattering cheers. The eyes of the whole city were focused on the person who shot out of here, full of admiration.

Which strong man shot the arrow? Song He, the county magistrate, couldn't hide the joy on his face, and hurriedly asked from left to right.