Yinhou of the Three Kingdoms

There were sergeants lying on the side vomiting constantly.

Ning Rong sighed, remembering how he looked like the first time he saw a dead person.

Human life is like a mustard!

This is the troubled times!

There was a smell of barbecue in the sky, Ning Rong sniffed it lightly, it was very fragrant, he decided that he would not eat meat for three months.

The torches above the garrison city were brightly lit, and Gucheng, which had been fighting fiercely for the whole afternoon, finally ushered in a short rest.

When killing someone, the only thing in his mind is the thought of death, and when he stops, the reaction after killing keeps flooding his mind.

nausea!

confused!

timid!

……

As night fell, Gucheng was not captured by the Yellow Turban Thieves as he wished. Zhang Yue rationally chose to withdraw his troops and attacked the city late at night. Their casualties would only be greater.

"Haha... Brothers, we won! We won!"

Ning Rong looked at the pile of corpses outside the city, turned his head and shouted at the demoralized soldiers.

The guard's eyes were dazed, and he looked at Ning Rong numbly. He hid in the night in azure clothes, only a pair of bright and scary eyes.

"Brothers! Don't be sad, there is always death in life, their death is precious, their death is for Gucheng, for their own home!

Maybe tomorrow, it will be you and me who will fall here! Ning Rong suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "But, that's not terrible!"Thousands of years later, your heroic spirits will reverberate on this land!Even if you die, you have to turn into a ghost and guard your homeland! "

"Soldiers! Cheer! Let those bastards be terrified! Let them know that victory belongs to us!"

Ning Rong shouted crazily with a hoarse voice.

The garrison clenched his fists tightly, the contagious power of his blood made him feel excited, and he also shouted wildly.

"Roar! Roar!"

One pass ten, ten pass one hundred, and tens of thousands of garrison troops shouted frantically at the end.

We are victorious!

……

In the distance, Zhang Yue was expressionless, almost!Just a little bit!So they attacked the city.

The Yellow Turban brothers are all good. They are not afraid of the enemy's bows and arrows, and they are not afraid of the hot oil. They brave the raging fire and keep climbing.

but……

She never thought that those cowardly people would choose to perish together. Dozens of people scrambled to jump down from the top of the city holding the ladders.

It seems that if you are late, you will not be able to grab it!

They were thrown to pieces, but they were as crazy as ever.

Zhang Yue is not afraid!

If the ladder is down, you can drive it again. If Cao Jun is dead, he is really dead!

But in the end...she was scared!

Those desperate lunatics were all damned, either people with missing arms or legs, or old people who were old and frail.

In the past, the bitter cold people who saw the Yellow Turban Army as their savior turned out to be the ones who wanted them dead the most.

Zhou Cang listened to the casualty statistics of his subordinates with a livid face, more than 4000 people!It was only Gucheng that had lost so many brothers.

"Young master, if you don't take revenge, you swear you won't be a human being!"

Zhou Cang cursed and swore.

Zhang Yue was surprisingly calm, and waved her hand, "Uncle Zhou! Gu Cheng is innocent! This battle can only be blamed on Ning Rong's scheming!"

"Well! Most of the losses this time were caused by the south gate and north gate. The two slopes over there are already at a disadvantage in attacking the city gate. Those Cao troops who are underground are hard to defend against!"

Zhou Cang's heart aches when he thinks about it. Many of the yellow scarf thieves wear straw sandals, which simply cannot resist the elusive underground weapons.

What's more, Pei Yuanshao was too impulsive. Although he fought tenaciously, Nanmen was only cooperating with the attack to contain the enemy's strength!

He is good!Blindly rushing forward, in that kind of terrain, the ignited log with the sharp blade of the wolf's teeth, after rolling over, the yellow scarf army in pieces fell in a pool of blood, the lethality was too powerful.

"Uncle Zhou, how about the casualties of the Yellow Turban Warriors?"

Zhang Yue is most concerned about this group of faith Taoist soldiers, they are the last pillar of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Ah! There are less than 400 people who can fight!" Zhou Cang looked at the anxious young master and said in a deep and low voice.

"... I hate that the siege equipment was burned by Cao Jun, otherwise..."

There was pain in Zhang Yue's eyes, and then, Zhou Cang cursed as he diverted the target out of righteous indignation.

……

Gucheng direction.

"General Wang, please lead your subordinates to count the wounded, rectify military affairs, record military achievements, and compile a roster in case the Yellow Turbans attack at night!"

"Here!" Wang San respectfully took the order and left.

Ning Rong glanced at Wang San's back in doubt, thinking to himself, why did this guy change his temper?

Shaking his head, he said to Lin Xianzun: "I have to trouble the county lord to treat the wounded, prepare food and drinking water for them, and let the common people get busy and send military supplies to the gates of the city."

"The subordinate understands!"

Lin Xianzun is a pragmatic person, knowing that Gucheng is at stake.

"Zilian, leave the city defense to Rong, you go to the county government to rest first."

Ning Rong arranged the matter properly, pulled Cao Fang over without any explanation, and asked him to protect Cao Hong and return to the county office to recuperate. Although his injury was not serious, he did not rest for two or three hours, and did not treat the wound properly. He's afraid he'll get a tetanus or something.

"Cao Fang, send someone to invite the doctor to clean up the general's wound carefully!"

Ning Rong asked worriedly.