The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand; the year is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky

Once upon a time, this was the faith that Taiping devoted to it. However, with the growth of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, this sentence gradually became a slogan and lost its sacred meaning.

However, when everyone is forced to a dead end and when the dignity of life is trampled on, this slogan resounds again in this desolate snowy land, and the once sacred sense seems to have ignited the mysterious power for this sentence again.

There are no bold words, nor the passionate sounds of war drums and trumpets. Just when this slogan is shouted from the mouths of 100,000 people, from the beginning to the end of the unanimity, this sentence is enough to overwhelm the sound of thousands of voices in the world.

Zhang Mancheng rushed to the front. Now he is no longer a party Qu Shuai, but just the most ordinary Taiping Cult believer. Taiping Cult was defeated, but he wants to use his last blood and life to defend its dignity.

Countless people charged by Zhang Mancheng's side, without the sound of yelling to kill, but gave people a feeling of suffocation.

"Shoot the arrow!" Zhu Jun kept himself calm and gave the order to shoot the arrow, but there was an unspeakable terror in his heart. The enemy clearly didn't even have the simplest ladder, but he didn't know what he was afraid of.

"Swish swish swish swish swish~"

The clusters of arrows passed over and over again like a storm. The Yellow Turban Army fell to the ground, but did not retreat as expected. The Yellow Turban Army, which could be driven away by hundreds of people in the past, seemed to have changed its appearance. The death of its companions failed to bring them any fear or obstacles, and rushed to the bottom of the city wall like a torrent.

The rocks and rolling wood were constantly thrown by the soldiers, and a layer of corpses quickly piled up at the foot of the city wall, but the Yellow Turban Army kept rushing from behind.

Zhang Mancheng died. As the leader of the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army, after he entered the range, he was given the focus of the Han army. Although he was protected by his personal guards, Zhang Mancheng still died on the way to charge, and died of dozens of arrows. Until his death, Zhang Mancheng still glared and stood in charge posture, with blood frozen under his feet.

Zhu Jun didn't understand why these Yellow Turban troops suddenly became so brave, but this fierce and fearless aura had surpassed the elite of the court.

Climbing up the female wall, Zhu Jun looked down at the city and suddenly felt his scalp numb. But when he saw a Yellow Turban Army climbing up on his companion's body, like an ant. Some people were dead and unconscious. However, even though the weight on their bodies was overwhelming, they still gritted their teeth and persevered.

Just yesterday, when did the Yellow Turban Army, which was still a mess, have such cohesion?

Zhu Jun didn't understand, Yuan Shu didn't understand, Cao Cao might understand, but there was no difference between understanding and not understanding at this moment. The Yellow Turban Army forced to use its flesh and blood to build a ladder. At this angle, there was no other effective way to kill the enemy except for the rolling wood stones. However, the rolling wood stones on the city were limited after all. After using these defending equipment, it would be difficult to stop the Yellow Turban Army from entering the city.

Zhu Jun's face looked a little ugly. Although the arrow rain was still shooting down the city and shooting the Yellow Turban Army in a large number, it did not have the deterrent power it should have.

"The last general Fang Yue, please see the general!" At this moment, Fang Yue hurried to Zhu Jun and bowed.

"Fang Yue?" Zhu Jun looked at Fang Yue and frowned and said, "Where is Ye Zhao's troops? Why don't you come to join the war at this time?"

"Return to the general!" Fang Yue bowed and said, "My lord is preparing for a retreat. The last general comes to tell me that if the city cannot be defended, you can retreat to the south gate to break through!"

"The way out? The battle has not been completed and the outcome has not been decided. Why should we prepare for a way out? Do you dare to disrupt our morale? " Zhu Jun said furiously when he heard this.

"The last general dare not, but the lord ordered the last general to come and pass the order. If you listen or not, the general will measure it by yourself!" Fang Yue bowed to Zhu Jun and the generals on the side, turned around and left.

Zhu Jun looked at the direction where Fang Yue left with a dark face, opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything and allowed Fang Yue to leave.

"I can't tell you!" Yuan Shu snorted coldly: "As rebellious as his master."

Zhu Jun waved his hand and said, "Don't be distracted. The thief is in a state of great force, don't be careless!"

But I thought for no reason that Ye Zhao’s retreat was really going to retreat?

‘Roar ~’

The first Yellow Turban Army finally rushed to the female wall, and the cold spear pierced his chest. However, there was an unspeakable cruelty flashing in the Yellow Turban Army's eyes. They walked forward with three steps forward with the spear before they fell weakly on the spear. Until they died, they held the spear tightly with both hands.

Without waiting for the official army to pull out the spear from the Yellow Turban Army's corpse, the second Yellow Turban Army had already climbed up, without weapons, staring at the scarlet eyes and roared on the official army, opened its mouth and bit it, bit it on his Adam's apple amid the screams of the official army, and then tore it hard.

"Puff~"

The hot blood splattered all over his face, but the Yellow Turban Army showed an excited expression on its face. In the horrified eyes of the Han soldiers around him, they did not continue to attack, but instead chewed the minced meat in their mouths madly, as if it was the most beautiful food in the world.

"Kill~" An official soldier endured the discomfort in his heart and chopped off his head with a knife, but the third Yellow Turban Army had already rushed forward.

“Crunch~”

Another official army fell to the ground, and the crazy chewing sound made the man tremble all over.

"Vomit~" An official soldier finally couldn't help but vomited wildly while holding the wall.

More and more Yellow Turban troops rushed to the top of the city wall, and there was no fierce fighting sound in the entire city wall, and there were numb chewing sounds everywhere.

"General, this battle cannot be fought!" Yuan Shu retreated to Zhu Jun with his legs trembling. Born in a wealthy family, it was difficult for him to understand what people felt when they were hungry. He only knew that he was facing no longer a group of normal enemies. Their primary purpose was not to kill the enemy, but to fill his stomach, and to fill his stomach with the enemy's blood. This hellish scene made Yuan Shu feel the taste of fear for the first time in his life, and also to experience the cruelty of war.

Even Yuan Shu, as a general, reacted this way, not to mention the official army that fought on the front line with the Yellow Turban Army. They were more intuitive than Yuan Shu. Seeing three or five Yellow Turban Army surrounding an official army soldier like animals chewing frantically, and even letting swords and guns on their bodies, they continued to chew as if they were unconscious. If Ye Zhao were here, he would treat these people as ancient versions of zombies.

"Vomit~" An official army suddenly threw away his weapons and spitted while running.

Some law enforcement officers killed him, but more officials joined the ranks of escape. After Zhu Jun ordered the law enforcement team to kill dozens of deserters, he could not continue. There were fewer and fewer official troops able to hold on to his position. The situation of large-scale defeat was already established. Zhu Jun clenched his fists with red eyes.

The first time, when the main elite troops of the Han Dynasty went on a war, they were defeated by the Yellow Turban Army on the front battlefield, this was definitely the first time. It was when they had the advantage of the city wall. Such a shameful record appeared on himself, who was known as a famous general of the Han Dynasty. Zhu Jun could not take over, but everything in front of him was telling this fact.

"General, retreat!" Cao Cao sighed and pulled Zhu Jun away without saying a word.

"No!" Zhu Jun trembled and pulled out the long sword from his waist. It was not afraid, but an inexplicable sense of shame that made him look shameless.

The city gate was opened by some rational Yellow Turban troops, and more Yellow Turban troops rushed into the city.

"General, let's retreat first. Xiuming has prepared a way out. It's not too late to fight again when our army reorganizes!" Yuan Shao and Huang Zhong stepped forward and almost retreated into the city with Zhu Jun who was struggling wildly.

"What's the smell?" As soon as he got off the city, a pungent smell filled his mouth. Yuan Shu subconsciously turned his head and looked around.

The generals also changed their expressions, and they were so familiar with this.

"General!" Fang Yue came at some point. When he saw everyone, he hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "My Lord has prepared a way out, follow me!"

"Where is Ye Zhao?" Zhu Jun didn't know how to express his feelings at this moment, and regretted not to listen to Ye Zhao's words. He underestimated the terrible nature of human nature, was too confident in himself, and was a little ashamed to see Ye Zhao.

"Be ahead, waiting for the general." Fang Yue bowed.

"Wait until I go!" Zhu Jun took a deep breath and asked Fang Yue to lead the way. The group quickly retreated into the city.

The more we went into the city, the more pungent the smell became. Everyone was not stupid and had guessed Ye Zhao's retreat, but everyone was surprisingly silent.

After walking more than 500 steps, he finally saw Ye Zhao standing in front of the prefect's mansion, holding a torch in his hand. When he saw everyone coming, he politely said, "General, everyone else, let's go out of the city first!"

"Xu Ming, where are you?" Yuan Shao and Cao Cao's expressions changed and they looked at Ye Zhao and said.

"I'll be here later, don't worry, Zhao cherishes his life!" Ye Zhao grinned, with an unspeakable heroism.

"Thank you!" Zhu Jun looked at Ye Zhao, knowing what Ye Zhao was going to do, and even more knowing that what he wanted to do was what Ye Zhao didn't want to do the most. Thousands of words came to his mouth, but only two words were left.

Ye Zhao smiled and nodded, signaling everyone to go first.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Ye Zhao, as if he had crossed a layer of holy light for him. Behind him were the fleeing official troops. In front of him, more and more Yellow Turban troops appeared in sight. There was only one target, that was the grain of Wancheng.

"The year is in Jiazi, and the world is very good~ hahahaha~" Under the sunset in Wancheng, Ye Zhao's full voice echoed in the air.
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