The winter morning was cold. When the fish belly was white that day, the busy people who had been busy all night were excited, waiting under the high walls, under the walls. This man who looked ordinary was wearing a little inconsistent with the aesthetics of the time. What kind of surprise he would give them was only waiting for time to prove it.

Qing Cang climbed up the high wall, and there was a bunker with stones in front of him. He called the simple "bunker" of the "bunker", which was more like a stone shield. He asked the craftsmen to leave a hole of 10 cm in the middle to facilitate the placement of guns.

"Mr. Qing, follow your instructions to complete the training of the army."

Lin Meng went up to the high wall and said respectfully.

"Okay, you go down! I'm the only one on this high wall."

His words made people confused. He actually placed himself on a high wall. Although there were bunkers, it was very dangerous. Although he was just pretending to surrender, there were still risks. If the Yellow Turbans were really allowed to pass the wall, these people would basically be dead. Does he have any tricks to resist the invasion? These questions are waiting for answers.

The people he brought knew his power and did not doubt too much whether his method was feasible. They only had obedience in their eyes, which was derived from a person's trust.

"Mr. Qing, breakfast is ready."

Wang Zongwei, who was below, also said that people are iron and rice and steel, how can they fight without the strength? So in the early morning, he asked the people below to prepare everyone's breakfast.

"Send the order to let everyone do as planned after they are full."

He looked at the place not far away and built nearly a hundred barracks. At this time, smoke was rising. At this moment, they were making breakfast.

"yes!"

In the past few days, people only eat one meal a day to preserve food and grass so that they can last for a few more days. However, Qingcang asked the chef to make a full amount in order to make everyone have enough food, which is considered a battle of hard work.

He looked at the sky and waited for a while until a trace of red sunlight appeared in the sky. At this time, the time was ripe.

"Break open the high wall!" With his order, several strong men worked together to break the high wall into a hole that could allow two people to pass side by side, and the huge sound was heard far away.

Such a huge action obviously affected the Yellow Turban Army. They quickly gathered together, leading a rough man in his forties. He held a long sword and light armor in his hand. He jumped out and led the army outside to face up to the battlefield.

At this time, dozens of people walked out of the cave in the high wall, led by Cao Junhou, shouting loudly.

"There is no food in the mine, so we surrender!"

Qing Cang had already put the gun into the bunker hole, and only heard the other leader laughing. "I thought you could hold on for three days. It seems that the gold mine is my income today. Come and take them in! Let's give you a good reward."

He waved his hand and the person below wanted to go to the high wall, but was stopped by someone. The man looked like a jade-like face and looked like a literati.

"etc!"

As soon as he saw the man, he said:

"Why did the military advisor stop me from taking the mine?"

"General Zheng Hong, there may be a fraud in this!"

Zheng Hong smiled and said, "You military advisor, you asked me to wait outside until the day they had no food, which was when they surrendered. Now they surrender without food. Instead, you said there was a fraud in it. Are you talking about what you said before?

"Why don't you wait for three more days? A spy from our side has spyed. The other party's food can last ten days. Today is only the seventh day. They came out in advance and must have done this on purpose."

"Wait for three more days? When the Han army sends people to wipe us out? The situation is now serious, and I don't want to sit still and wait for death."

"General, I don't mean that. You see, there are only a few dozen of them coming out, and someone will definitely hide behind them. Wait until we enter and ambush us."

"Military advisor, you're too worried. I'm afraid of them ambushing one thousand two hundred people? Even if one person changes another, they will obviously lose money. Military advisor, I'm determined. You don't have to say anything more. Come on, recruit these people and transport the gold mine to Jizhou!"

Jizhou is the area where the three Zhang family brothers are mainly engaged in activities and the central area of ​​the entire Yellow Turban Army.

The military advisor just sighed, and he was unable to turn things around, so he had to retreat in disappointment.

Zheng Hong was full of spring. No matter what the military advisor said, he was the commander of the thousand people, and he had absolute control. With his order, everyone quickly approached the high wall.

Qing Cang, hiding in the bunker, silently counted the steps of those people. The enemy and us were three hundred meters apart. These three hundred meters were exactly the limit of the precise range of the AK47. If it was a little farther, it would not be accurate. Then the firepower would be out of guarantee of pretending to surrender.

"As long as you reach within a hundred meters, you will definitely be able to come and go."

Because it was just an incorporation, Zheng Hong did not march with these people. He just rode a horse and watched from the rear. The vanguard army had all the sword and shield soldiers. They had the thickest defense. If there was an emergency, they would use them to deal with the losses.

The latter floor is a spearmen. They hold spears and are ready to charge and enter the field at any time. They have been through the battlefield for a long time, and there is no absolute safety on this battlefield. If you want to survive, you have to be vigilant at all times.

After Qing Cang made a hidden move, people began to hide in the stones or mines prepared in advance. And behind the high wall were about a hundred soldiers, each holding big swords and shields, standing on both sides of the gap, waiting for arrangements.

When the enemy's vanguard troops stepped into a 100-meter range, someone suddenly whistled. The dozens of people immediately ran back, picked up weapons prepared under the high wall, and were on standby at any time.

“Things have changed!”

Someone shouted out, and this sound immediately caused a lot of riots among the enemy troops. They did not dare to move forward and kept a certain distance from the high walls.

"General, let's retreat now, it's still time!"

The military advisor came forward to persuade him. He was most afraid of stubborn people when going out to fight. Zheng Hong was such a person. He was put on a trick by the Han army and his reason had been completely lost.

"No! I won't retreat without fighting. Since they want to die, I will fulfill them! Charge and kill these guys."

But before this order was issued, gunfire sounded on the high wall. Bullets hit the iron shield, and using these iron shields to resist the swords and guns, but for bullets, it was obviously a little thinner. Someone had done an experiment earlier that ak47 could shoot through steel plates about 8 mm. Modern steel can be harder than ancient iron.

Therefore, the shield that was in front was useless. Bullets passed through the shield and the soldiers were directly connected, and swords and shields fell down in response. This was their defense layer. If the defense layer was knocked out, then the only thing waiting for them was a crushing defeat.

Such a rapid change was unexpected. He didn't understand why the sound on the high wall could make his subordinates die one after another.

But he was also a general after all, and immediately discovered the problem.

"The firepower is on the high wall. As long as we knock down the high wall, we can win."
Chapter completed!