Ignoring Han Zhong and Zhao Hong, who were struggling and scolding, Zhu Jun's right arm was raised high and suddenly waved, and officers at all levels who had been watching Zhu Jun's gestures gave the order to shoot arrows expressionlessly.

That order woke up countless dreams of the Yellow Turban Army who were waiting to surrender and lived a peaceful life.

Countless pots filled with tincture oil were smashed down first, and the four gates of the urn city had already been closed without knowing the Yellow Turban Army in the city. The pungent smell of tincture oil permeated the slightly crowded urn city.

Someone reacted and rushed up to slap the city gate wildly. However, as countless rockets fell, their behavior became futile. There was no fulcrum for people to climb on the bare wall. When Ye Zhao brought people to come, he felt a burning wave of heat coming, mixed with the unpleasant smell of the roasted meat, which was disgusting.

Behind Ye Zhao, Guan Hai, Liao Hua, Du Yuan and other Yellow Turban generals looked at the countless shrill wailing figures in the sea of ​​fire, and their bodies were trembling. Guan Hai was about to rush up with a low voice, but Dian Wei held it tightly.

"Last general, please see the general!" Ye Zhao took a deep breath and came to Zhu Jun with a heavy step. He had killed anyone. He had seen too many scenes in his past and present life, but Zhu Jun's move was completely unnecessary. The Yellow Turbans in this city were not necessarily dead. More importantly, the death of these people would cause the situation that had been basically settled and cause twists and turns.

"Isn't Xiuming unwell?" Zhu Jun looked at Ye Zhao with a cold smile on his face: "You don't have to come here."

Ye Zhao shook his head and looked at the figures struggling to climb up from the city wall in the sea of ​​fire. The bare city wall had no focus. However, these Yellow Turban soldiers, who were ignited all over, wanted to climb up, even though they were covered with cold arrows.

"Since you have surrendered, why did the general commit another killing?" Ye Zhao did not stop it, and could no longer stop it. He just looked at Zhu Jun and sighed, "Can you know the consequences of doing this?"

"The elite troops of Zhang Mancheng's troops have been killed and killed, and there are only 100,000 mobs left outside the city. Why are you afraid of it?" Zhu Jun smiled indifferently: "Don't worry, after this matter, I will surrender and appease me according to your wishes and kill these people just to shock the courage of the world, let the people of the world see what the end of betrayed my great man!"

"But the general has broken his trust in the world. Will the people outside the city still believe you?" Ye Zhao shook his head: "The elite troops of Zhang Mancheng are gone, but the general's actions will bring more terrifying enemies than Zhang Mancheng's elite!"

"Speak alarmist!" Zhu Jun didn't say anything, but Yuan Shu beside him said disdainfully.

"I hope it's an alarmist statement." Ye Zhao took a deep breath and bowed to Zhu Jun, "I'll say goodbye first, and I wish the general to smoothly quell the war as I said before!"

Zhu Jun nodded: "Since you are not feeling well, then go and have a good rest. There is no need to worry about practicing this battle."

Ye Zhao didn't say anything more, and grabbed Liao Hua who was moving in a stiff manner, asking Dian Wei Shengsheng to drag Guan Hai away.

After returning to the military camp, Ye Zhao quickly summoned the generals and said, "Be prepared... prepare to break through, Wancheng can't defend it!"

"My lord is saying that our army will be defeated?" Qiu Chi looked at Ye Zhao incredibly: "The elite troops of Zhang Mancheng's troops have been defeated, and the rest are all mobs. How can we fight against our army?"

"I remember saying before that fighting war is the hearts of the people!" Ye Zhao looked at the generals and said in a deep voice: "In this case, if we give the Yellow Turban Army a little hope, our army will win. However, at this moment, the retreat has been gone, and there is no food in the army. The Yellow Turban Army, which is already hungry, will become crazy than ever. Hope is a good thing. We can use it to fight invincible, but if the enemy's final hope is to defeat our army, no matter how elite troops are, they will not be able to defeat a mob who wants to survive!"

"Zhu Jun made the same mistake as Zhang Mancheng. He believed in himself too much and ignored people's hearts. Since he had broken his trust, he would surrender again. Who else could respond?" At the end of the day, Ye Zhao smiled helplessly: "I said I didn't agree with him, so I could only choose to protect myself and avoid the edge. When the Yellow Turban Army captured Wancheng and rekindled hope, I would make a decision."

When the generals heard this, they felt heavy in their hearts, but Ye Zhao ignored it. After sending the generals away, he sat alone in the room and quietly wiped his sword.

The fire in the urn city continued to burn until the morning of the next day. The smell of burnt meat could be smelled even ten miles outside the city. Han Zhong and Zhao Hong's heads were hung on the city gate, and the glaring expression was particularly ironic.

The north wind was like a knife, inside and outside Wancheng, the rising sun was slightly weakly exposed. Apart from the sound of the shouting wind, it was terrible, as if this place had become a dead place.

Under this depressing tranquility, some people can sense an atmosphere of restlessness.

West of the city, Pengtuo Camp.

After learning that Han Zhong and Zhao Hong led 60,000 Yellow Turbans to surrender and were burned by the Han army, Zhang Mancheng, who was already injured, vomited blood and fell into a coma after vomiting blood and did not wake up until the next day.

"They are handsome." Peng Tuo said worriedly: "The brothers in the army can hardly hold on. Someone has started to drag dead people to cook in the snow. If this continues, I'm afraid..."

"Why not stop?" Zhang Mancheng said weakly.

"I can't stop it. I have no food for six days. I just have to eat snow to survive. Now all my brothers are going crazy. If I stop them, they will attack us." Peng Tuo smiled bitterly. He felt that he could no longer support the overall situation.

Is it already so bad?

"You send someone to inform He Man, Wu Ba, Sun Zhong, gather outside the South Gate and we will attack the city!" Zhang Mancheng said with a ruthless look in his eyes.

"Our army has not eaten for a few days, and the officials and soldiers are full of food and there is no siege equipment. How can we attack the city?" Peng Tuo was shocked and looked at Zhang Mancheng incredibly.

"But we have no way out. Instead of waiting for death, I would rather die on the battlefield!" Zhang Mancheng stood up tremblingly and said in a stern manner: "Tell them that it depends on them whether to come or not. I don't want to die so cowardly!"

"Here!" Peng Tuo looked solemn and bowed.

In the afternoon, outside the south gate of Wancheng, a large number of Yellow Turban troops began to gather from all sides.

On the city tower, Zhu Jun, who received the news, led the generals forward and looked at the black heads, but they were as chaotic as the Yellow Turban Army in the past, but gathered together densely. For some reason, even Zhu Jun, who was used to the big scene, felt numb.

He suddenly remembered Ye Zhao's previous words, and quickly looked back, but no Ye Zhao's figure was seen, and frowned and said, "Where is Ye Zhao?"

"General, have you forgotten?" Cao Cao frowned and looked at the Yellow Turban Army in front of him and whispered: "Xu Ming said he couldn't come out of illness, so you are also sure."

Zhu Jun looked a little embarrassed. He looked at the Yellow Turban Army outside the city, snorted coldly in his heart and said, "Can I not be able to win the battle without Ye Xiuming?"

Immediately looked around and said, "The three armies prepare for war, don't let the bandit army take advantage of the opportunity!"

"Here!"

The Han army quickly set up a formation at the top of the city, and bows and arrows were placed on the strings, staring vigilantly at the Yellow Turban Army that was still gathering.

Zhu Jun looked at Yuan Shu and said, "Send someone to pass the order. If you are willing to surrender at this time, the court will only punish the evil people and will not blame them in the past!"

Yuan Shu nodded, and soon, the door on the side of the south gate opened, and an officer came out of the horse, came to the Yellow Turban Formation, and said loudly: "Listen to the Yellow Turban thief, my general remembers that God has a good life, and decided to kill the evil ones only. The rest will not blame him. As long as you hand over the heads of Zhang Mancheng, Peng Tuo, Wu Ba, He Man, Sun Zhong and others, the rest can be forgiven."

Zhang Man was founded on a temporary general platform. He looked at the Han army on the top of the city, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. He turned around and looked at the crowd of people with a slightly sarcastic smile: "Yesterday, Han Zhong and Zhao Hong betrayed, and the court said so, but what was the result?"

Zhang Mancheng's pair of tiger eyes flew past the Yellow Turban Army, and his voice suddenly became shrill: "Sixty thousand surrendered troops! None of them remained, all of them were burned in the city."

When you pointed to the Wancheng gate, Zhang Mancheng's voice was a bit tragic: "Sixty thousand wronged souls are there to watch us? If you think that our heads can save your lives, I will never complain. If you take this head, if you can get it, you will die!

The Yellow Turban Army, which was originally a little restless around, gradually calmed down, and countless eyes fell on Zhang Mancheng.

Peng Tuo stepped forward, stood beside Zhang Mancheng, and said aloud: "I'm the one! If you still have such fantasies at this time, Peng Tuo would rather die at the hands of his brothers than die in a frustration under the butcher knife of the official army!"

The incoming officer felt something was wrong and shouted anxiously: "This time my general is sincere. As long as you agree, you can distribute food immediately!"

Zhang Mancheng ignored the officer's noise, turned to look at the Yellow Turban soldiers, and said tragically: "I want to live, and I want everyone to live together. If Zhang's death can make all brothers live with dignity, what's the harm if they die?"

"But Zhu Jun doesn't give us this opportunity, and he is even stingy in the opportunity to surrender. In their eyes, we are always traitors. Even if Zhang Jiao is dead and Taiping Sect has been defeated, he still doesn't want to give us a way out!"

"Attack, we will die. There is a city wall ahead, and we don't have a ladder. But at least, we still have the dignity of being a warrior. But if we don't attack, we will still die. If we die without dignity, the way out is broken, we can only kill each other, eat the bodies of our companions and survive, and eventually, we die humbly in front of the Han army."

"Since they are all dead, I would rather die in battle than die humbly like a wild dog." Zhang Mancheng took his spear from Peng Tuo's hand, turned around, and pointed to the Wancheng city gate. The desolate and weak voice echoed between the heaven and earth with an unspeakable heroic spirit:

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand!"
Chapter completed!