Days passed like rosary, and Bo Cai's army of more than 100,000 attacked Changshe City one after another. The walls of Changshe City were like girls' clothes, torn and repaired and broken. Many times they were almost broken. However, the Five Thousand Wolf Cavalry, who was deliberately placed outside the city, were like a group of ghosts who liked to make trouble. They would always have a sudden undercover attack at the most intense and tense time of the battle. Bo Cai's head gradually grew five or six times widening when the Yellow Turban Generals.

Bocai and the Yellow Turban Generals had to choose to build a few flesh-and-blood defense lines composed of infantry before each siege. However, the stupid blocking method of casting nets around was finally thrown into the garbage dump by Bocai in pain.

The siege of the city was unable to capture it for a long time, and the supply of food and grass was insufficient. The Yellow Turban prisoners who were not sure whether they were true or not were escorted by the officers and soldiers again and again. When they were on the show in front of the Yellow Turban Camp, they were shaking and felt very powerless.

Bo Cai and Liao Hua and other generals always had this feeling. All the unlucky things were put together. The bad luck was no longer enough to describe their aggrievance and anxiousness. It was simply a bad god that came from the sky!

These Yellow Turban prisoners who were suppressed by the government army cannot be killed, otherwise there will always be bad rumors. For example, treating the Yellow Turban brothers with cruelty and incorruptible nature... they cannot be caught. They are simply stubborn donkeys. They do not resist at all when they are caught, and they commit suicide when they arrive at the detention place. The many Yellow Turbans will not be able to find out what they are, and they will make them full of frustration. How frustrated!

Of course, senior generals such as Bo Cai and Liao Hua were not afraid of death for some reason, because they were all prisoners and soldiers who were specially selected to be tied to their relatives such as wives, children, and children. Zhao Guangran was crazy and desperate to make contributions. Not only did he use the lives of the captive relatives to coerce, but he also instigated and threatened the soldiers in Yanmen County to fight to the death, otherwise he would have to settle the score with their relatives when he arrived at his hometown.

In short, most of the month passed by the strange confrontation between the Yellow Turban Army and the imperial army.

After more than half a month, the blood-stained questionnaire between Wang Yun and Huang Pusong finally came out. The worst strategy of attacking the heart was a blow to the morale of the Yellow Turban Army, but it was also a little bit of hard work, and it was too slow to achieve results.

So Wang Yun and Huang Pusong made a plan to attract Zhao Guangran, the commander of Yanmen County, and told him cordially that it was the ultimate strategy to implement the strategy of attacking the heart.

When Zhao Guangran heard this, he was happy first, and then his face turned bitter like winter melon, complaining that the army's food and grass carried from Yanmen County were about to be exhausted. The more than 5,000 mouths that had been added really cost him his life.

The food and grass were almost gone? When Huang Pusong and Wang Yun heard this, they frowned. Changshe was surrounded and the grain roads were cut off. The food and grass in the city were also used less and less, and they were unwilling to take out the excess food and grass for the more than 5,000 people to eat.

But there is no reason in the world that they want to let the horse run away without giving it grass? They can't help but make trouble.

This time, Zhao Guangran once again showed his own intelligence and talent, and gave a bloody but practical plan: the middle strategy of attacking the heart is only symbolically implemented once, blocking the grievances of Lu Bu and other generals, and then directly implementing the best strategy of attacking the heart is to kill people on the city wall to establish authority.

Huang Pusong and Wang Yun were silent for a while. The two old foxes who had been vicissitudes of life looked at each other and said at the same time: You can do it! You are fully responsible for this matter!

...

Zhao Guangran was sleepless again. He always felt that the look of Huang Pusong and Wang Yun had a different meaning when he left, but he racked his brains and couldn't figure out what the meaning was. He put his clothes together and thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out the slightest idea.

The next day, dawn spread over the earth again. Today is a very strategic day for Zhao Guangran. Because today may be an important turning point in his implementation of the national saving plan between Huang Pusong and Wang Yun.

He just hopes that everything goes well, and that the Yellow Turban generals in the Yellow Turban camp will not suddenly become hot and make some moves that he unexpectedly fails.

Therefore, he rarely gave up his caution and caution. He put on a small soldier outfit and mixed inconspicuously among the 1,000 soldiers escorting more than 4,000 prisoners, wanting to control everything on the spot.

He was so glad that he had contempt for the Yellow Turban prisoners that he had never let them see him as a general in front of him, so he was not worried that anyone among the Yellow Turban prisoners would recognize him.

Wearing the soldiers' clothes, Zhao Guangran suddenly felt a unique and novel feeling. He held the whip tightly in his hand, whipped the prisoners one by one, and listened to their screams. He actually found a pleasant enjoyment from it.

In contrast, although there are only many cruel people among the thousand soldiers, their whipping was not for no reason, and they were whipped for the sake of whipping. At least they would also find an excuse for themselves to be at ease: he walked too slowly! That woman was too fat! That man looked handsome than me!...

It was not an easy task to escort more than 4,000 soldiers and move forward all the way. Although there were strings of ropes strung against them, they were also afraid that more than 4,000 people would suddenly struggle like a riot. Therefore, only whips kept falling down to shock these people's thoughts.

Mo's avatar was supported by Mo Qingcheng and walked in the surging crowds. The dozens of great men around him winked at him, allowing him to dominate this rare opportunity with prestige and launch a riot. But he turned his head over and ignored him again and again. He was an old man and died. But Qingcheng was still young, and she still had a beautiful youth and a bright future, so he dared not gamble!

The dozens of great men were the leader, with deep reluctance on their faces. He stared at the soldiers around him in groups of three or two holding weapons again and again, looking at Old Mo with eagerness again and again.

Old Mo's indifference made him particularly angry. His eyes were cold and Shanshuo planned to force the palace to fight.

"Old Mo has your order, do it!" He suddenly opened his eyes wide and roared suddenly.

He felt a lighter in his whole body after exhausting all his strength and saying this.

As he finished speaking, a big man began to break free from the ropes in his hand and rushed towards the officers and soldiers beside him fiercely.

The Mo Yi wanted to open his mouth to defend himself, but in the end he didn't say anything. He couldn't make up his mind to deprive these iron-minded men of the last glimmer of hope. If he suddenly said that he had no idea of ​​launching a riot, these people might have their morale dropped in an instant and would inevitably be slaughtered!

"Forget it!" Mo Yi closed his eyes, opened it suddenly, and said to Mo Qingcheng: Xiaoer, it was grandpa who dragged you down. Are you afraid of death?

Listening to the familiar uncles and uncles around him screamed before his death, Mo Qingcheng turned pale. Although he was extremely scared, he still said firmly: Wherever grandpa goes, Xiaoer goes, I will always be with grandpa!

"Okay, things have come to this point, so I am crazy!" Mo Yi looked at thousands of faces with different expressions, and looked at the ugly faces of the officers and soldiers who reacted with weapons to suppress them with blood. He suddenly laughed.

"The 15th generation direct descendant of the Mo family, Motian begs his ancestors to forgive his crimes. I can no longer stick to the spirit of the Mo family. The spirit of love and attack makes my Mo family so unfortunate!" Motian knelt down quickly and suddenly took out a black thing from his sleeve.

His hands were like a butterfly, and they were struck by the buttons on the top. After a few whizzing sounds, the six officers and soldiers who were rushing towards him with ferocious thrusts were killed by poisonous needles that were blood-sealed.

The six officers and soldiers died in a very miserable state. The toxin was made of something. After poisoning people, they still kept suppurating blood from their bodies. After a while, only shriveled corpses were left.

Seeing that Mo Yan had such a powerful weapon in his hands, the officers and soldiers avoided them like snakes and scorpions, and they all stayed away from the position where Mo Yan was, and killed more people in the riots in the other directions.

For a moment, the shouts and scoldings of the officers and soldiers and the resentment of the people rose up with the dust on the ground.

Just at this moment, the ground suddenly trembled regularly, and the sudden tremor opened a panic in the hearts of both sides fighting like a plague.

Is there an earthquake? This is a plain area, and only fools will think it is an earthquake. It is a cavalry, and a large number of cavalry are coming.

Zhao Guangran was so angry that he wanted to curse himself. If he had known this time, he would suggest that he would not even do the superficial skills of Zhongce and slaughter the matter directly.

Listening to the sound of horse hooves like thunder from far to near, he had a very bad premonition.

After more than ten breaths, three thousand cavalry wrapped in yellow turbans suddenly appeared in sight, causing the Mo people and Zhao Guangran and his group to exclaim in their hearts that something was wrong. Their fighting had already stopped because they were all worried about the purpose of the Yellow Turban Cavalry. This unknown terrible terrible is the real terrible.

The Three Thousand Yellow Turban Knights have no unnecessary nonsense at all. They are at what speed they are when they run. They are at what speed they are when they arrive.

Zhao Guangran didn't even shout the slogan of the formation, but planned to escape. He thought that one thousand infantry against three thousand cavalry, he had no chance of winning. His only hope was that these Yellow Turban Cavalry could kill them without killing them...

"Kill all, don't leave any one, I will use their heads to make a tomb of clothes!" The cold words of indifference were spoken from the cavalry commander who took the lead.

The three thousand cavalrymen had no sound, only a sprint forward.

A thousand panicked officers and soldiers were desperate, and they picked up the weapons in their hands and tried to fight to the death. However, these were just futile. On the plain, the cavalry would always be the nightmare of infantry for a long time.

"Ah, no!" The heads of officers and soldiers were chopped off, and they were knocked out and fell to the ground and could no longer get up. In the blink of an eye, only the broken limbs and broken bones were left.

The Motian closed his eyes again, waiting for the arrival of the three thousand gods of death. He never thought he was a member of the Yellow Turbans, and the words of the Yellow Turban Commander further demonstrated their determination to kill someone to silence them.

Blood is happening, one scene after another...

When Mo Yan opened his eyes again, his old eyes were full of shock, because all the thousands of officers and soldiers were dead, but more than 4,000 people stood there intact, with their expressions equally astonished.

The ropes on their bodies have been cut off, and the feeling of no restraint has allowed them to taste the long-lost breath of freedom.

"General, are you?" Mo Yi looked at the figure he had never seen before, and was puzzled.

"I have someone who owe you a promise, so I will pay it back for him! I can't say much about the rest, I can only tell you that we are not the Yellow Turban!" A hoarse tone slowly came from the mouth of the cavalry commander.

"General, no matter who you are? The old man thanks you for saving your life for these more than 4,000 innocent people!" The Mo Yi cried and grabbed the clothes of the cavalry commander tightly, choking with excitement.

"Thank you for your help!" More than 4,000 people who survived the disaster also sincerely wanted to kneel down to thank you.

The cavalry commander did not accept this worship. When he saw more than 4,000 people who had survived the disaster, he wanted to kneel down, so he stepped on his horse first, and in a few breaths he led the remaining 2,900 cavalry away.

The wind was howling, and the cavalry company ran to an uninhabited place.

The cavalry commander suddenly stopped.

A vivid human skin mask appeared in his hands, revealing a face carved with extraordinary heroic spirit, like a stone carving.

This person is Lu Bu!
Chapter completed!