Warring States Call

Chapter 1861 One thousand 860 Chapter Two: Geng Gong
Xiong Kuohai held a double-dragon brass stick in both hands, and killed Conte with one stick. He led 500 soldiers under his command to charge left and right, beheading more than [-] people in a row. As the fire weakened, there were more and more yellow-turban wrestlers breaking through the wall of fire. Xiong Kuohai furrowed his brows and shouted angrily, "Don't waste time, retreat! You've all tied your heads tightly, and it's not worth explaining here!"

The five hundred brave soldiers who followed Xiong Kuohai heard Xiong Kuohai's call, and they were not in love with fighting at the moment, and retreated into the city one after another. Shooting at the enemy army below the city, while shooting, he said: "Shoot the arrows and prevent the enemy army from approaching the city gate!"

"Whoosh, whoosh!" Thousands of archers enveloped the entire city gate, but all the Yellow Turban soldiers who approached died under the arrow feathers. Xiong Kuohai got a gap and led the soldiers to retreat into the city slowly. .

Zhang Bao squinted a pair of small eyes, watching the battle situation on the city wall, how could he let go of the present opportunity, held a knife in one hand, slapped the horse's buttocks, tightened the horse rope, the horse was in pain, stretched his limbs, jumped over The fire was raging, and the long knife in his hand rushed straight to the front of Xiong Kuohai, shouting to the soldiers under him: "Brothers, work harder! The beauties in the city! There is everything you can eat! It's inexhaustible, give it to me"

"Close the city gate!"

"It's stuck! It can't be closed!" The soldiers on both sides pointed to the spears in front of the door with serious expressions.

Xiong Kuohai suddenly turned his head back, his black and purple beard swayed from side to side under the blowing cold wind, Xiong Kuohai suddenly turned over and jumped up, charging forward alone, swung the Ssangyong brass stick in his hand, and directly smashed the spear Knock.

Zhang Bao urged the horse to kill him, his eyes glowed scarlet, and the long white-edged knife in his hand pointed directly at Xiong Kuohai: "Hahaha! Keep the head!"

"Hmph! You're the only picky bastard! You dare to be arrogant in front of me! Get down here!" Xiong Kuohai held the Ssangyong brass stick in one hand, and his whole body exuded scarlet blood.

"Ding, the attribute of Xiongkuo Haitian King is activated, named Purple Faced King, the force value will be increased by 1, and the force value will be increased by 4 during the battle. It can be activated 3 times!"

"Ding, the current basic force value of Xiongkuohai is 104, the force value of the Ssangyong Brass Rod is increased by 1, the current king attribute is activated, the force value is increased by 5, and the current force value is 111!"

"Kang Dang!" The knife and stick clashed, sparking countless sparks. Zhang Bao's arm was numb from Xiong Kuo Hai's shock, his mouth was bleeding, and his complexion changed drastically. Just as he was about to turn his horse's head and leave, Xiong Kuo Hai grabbed Zhang Bao's left hand, Pulling down suddenly, Zhang Bao's five viscera were immediately displaced, and there was a sound of fractures on his body, and Zhang Bao was about to pass out in pain.

"Bah! The pickled man!" Xiong Kuohai slammed the Ssangyong brass stick into Zhang Bao's temple suddenly, his mind was like a smashed watermelon, the picture made people sick, Xiong Kuohai kicked Zhang Bao's body , Seeing the Yellow Turban Army chasing around, Xiong Kuohai shouted angrily with a stick: "Who else dares to step forward to die!"

"Ah... this...!" The surrounding soldiers did not dare to act rashly, showing a look of fear towards Xiong Kuo Hai. Xiong Kuo Hai hurriedly retreated into the city, and the heavy gate was slowly closed. The city held illusions, but it was impossible to break into the city.

"General Zhang Bao is dead! He is dead...!" The news of Zhang Bao's death swept through the entire barracks like a storm. Zhang Jiao, who was watching the battle, looked at a pair of eyes. Seeing that the army was afraid of fighting, he felt angry: "what's the situation!"

"God! It's bad! General Zhang Bao died in battle!" Wu Guang rode a horse, with fine sweat dripping down his black cheeks, and truthfully reported the news of Zhang Bao's death in battle. After all, death cannot be concealed.

"What did you say...!" Hearing the news, Zhang Jiao felt as if he had been struck by thunder, his pale face was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood, and the soldiers under his command no longer had the fighting spirit before, and retreated one after another.

Zhang Jiao's first wave of attack took only an hour, but he was forced to retreat. Scattered soldiers collected cold arrows and weapons of the dead on the battlefield, and even soldiers without armor would die in the dead Take off a fairly complete piece of armor and put it on. After all, this thing is a life-saving thing on the battlefield.

Geng Gong randomly found a place, squatted down, and took a rest in the emptiness. Huo Jun, who had just counted, came in front of Geng Gong. There was a lot of fine sweat on Mai Fu's cheeks. God, sweating so much, it can be seen that he is very tired.

"How about the casualties!" Geng Gong rubbed the bruises in his hands, looked at the surrounding city walls, he didn't seem to find a few wounded, he felt much better.

"The more than forty brothers who died in battle were all casualties who followed General Xiong Kuohai out of the city. The rest of them were slightly injured, and there were no serious problems." Huo Jun sat down on the ground, panting heavily, black Their eyes were fixed on the big banner in the city, it seemed that as long as the Dinghaishenzhen was there, their military morale would not be disturbed.

Geng Gong was not surprised by this death. His 8000 soldiers were all military soldiers, and their combat effectiveness was not the same. If it wasn't for the sake of safety, Geng Gong would have brought his soldiers to fight back and forth in Zhang Jiao's army. It's also because this corner is so arrogant.

"What about the enemy's casualties!"

"Aren't you asking nonsense, boy? Look at the city wall yourself, the corpses of the Yellow Turban soldiers are everywhere, and the casualties are a hundred times our casualties!" Huo Jun pushed Geng Gong, and then stood up with difficulty He turned around, glanced at the noon sun, and beckoned to the cooks below the city to bring up food and water, and let the soldiers have a full meal first.

Compared with the soldiers in the city, Zhang Jiao's situation is not so optimistic. The soldiers under his command have just started cooking, a little smoke rises from the big tent, wailing is everywhere in the wounded barracks, and many soldiers are hungry. Lulu could only drink water to support their stomachs, and the smell of blood on the battlefield made them extremely uncomfortable.

Zhang Xianzhong dragged his exhausted body to Zhang Jiao's side, beat his chest and said, "God!"

Zhang Jiao looked at Zhang Xianzhong, with a look of expectation on his face, and stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Xianzhong's arm: "What happened to the casualties!

"[-] brothers died! Tiangong can't continue this battle! This is the first round of attack and we are already like this! There are still heavy crossbows in the city! Our brothers can't get close to the city wall at all!" Zhang Xianzhong couldn't help swallowing Swallowing his saliva, the tiger stared at Zhang Jiao. He had given up hope for this battle. Compared with the well-trained Han army, they were completely mobs.

"No! Absolutely can't retreat!" Chen Youliang, who had just rushed to the military tent, walked over with a black face, and said to Zhang Jiao seriously: "Once we retreat, the soldiers under our command will definitely be shaken by the teachings, and they will leave one after another. Then we will have a hard time!"

"Then what do you think, this Geng Gong can't be beaten to death, and I'm afraid he won't even reach the city wall if he continues his strong attack, so let's explain it here!" Zhang Xianzhong stared at Chen Youliang, his words were full of impatience.

"Cut off the water! Cut off the water in the city!" Chen Youliang picked up the bowl on the table and drank the clear water inside.

"Good strategy!" Zhang Jiao's eyes sparkled, obviously agreeing with Chen Youliang's idea.

"In addition, let the brothers not be idle, dig deep tunnels and enter the city. After all, according to reports from the spies in the city in the past, there is still some water in the wells in the city!" Chen Youliang wiped the water stains at the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, Eyes are a little bright.

"God, why don't the spies in the city raid the city gate in the dark to clear the way for our army?" Zhang Xianzhong immediately came up with a plan when he heard the spies in the city, slapped his thigh fiercely, and offered his advice excitedly.

Zhang Jiao pinched his gray beard with both hands, and also felt that Zhang Xianzhong's strategy was feasible. Zhang Jiao, who was so anxious, was deeply concerned about Zhang Bao's death, and wished he could rush into the city right now and kill all the enemy troops in the city. Compared with Chen Youliang's strategy, Zhang Jiao was more inclined to Zhang Xianzhong's quick success. He slapped the table and shook the clear water in the bowl and sprinkled a few drops. Way!"

"Follow the order of the Lord of Heaven!" All the generals in the big tent cupped their hands one after another, and walked quickly to the outside of the hall.

There are only a few of Zhang Jiao's confidantes left in the whole big tent, when Zhang Jiao thinks of his younger brother who died at the hands of Xiong Kuo Hai, his heart feels like a knife is twisted, he wished to fight Geng Gong in the city to the death.

The smoke filled the air, Geng Gong held the bronze sword in his arms, and stared at every move of the Yellow Turban Army outside the city with his black eyes. Huo Jun behind him held a water bottle and handed it to Geng Gong: "The situation is not right! They started a war today and nothing happened!" The text is on!"

"Hey! What is this! The Ssangyong brass sticks in my hand, one stick at a time, killed two generals of the enemy army. I must have been scared out of my wits!" Xiong Kuohai held the bowl in his hand and put it in his mouth He took a mouthful of rice and muttered.

"Hey!" Geng Gong looked at Ma Daha's Xiong Kuo Hai, and he couldn't say anything. In terms of military rank, Xiong Kuo Hai was three ranks higher than him, but this guy was lazy and didn't like to rule the city. Wu Qi was worried about handing over the city to him, so it fell on Geng Gong. Facing Xiong Kuo Haima Daha's words, Geng Gong didn't care.

The sunset was golden and shining on Geng Gong's face, which was flushed red. Geng Gong took Huo Jun's hand to the kettle, raised his head and took a sip, looking at the gradually darkening sky, Geng Gong looked a little serious: "Tonight Huo Jun You work harder, guard the city at night, if the Yellow Turban army is out of order, there must be demons, I am afraid they will make some moves tonight!"

"I know! Don't worry!"

"General Xiong! Order me down tonight. The soldiers don't take off their armor and go to sleep. They are ready to guard against changes!" Geng Gong's handsome face looked stern. It is a big taboo for military strategists to be cautious and cautious.

"These soldiers were trained by General Wu Qi himself, you can rest assured!" Xiong Kuo Haicao finished the food in the bowl, wiped his mouth, and then went down to give orders.

Because of today's fierce battle, the soldiers were a little tired, so they lay in the corner of the city for a while, and of course they didn't dare to sit for too long. The team rested so that the soldiers would not be too tired.

The faces of the people were hurt by the cold wind, and several soldiers leaned together to keep each other warm. Although winter had not yet officially entered, the weather was unbearably cold. Huo Jun could only sigh, looking at the extinguished lights in the Yellow Turban Army alone. , thinking to himself: When will this world be peaceful, how long will it take for this troubled world to end...

"General! I will patrol for you for a while! You should squint for a while." A young general walked out from behind Huo Jun, using the firelight to stare at the bloodshot eyes of Huo Jun, wanting to come forward to share some burden for Huo Jun.

Huo Jun beat his own neck, looked at the young general, but patted him on the shoulder: "Go to sleep! I'll talk about it after dawn!"

"But the general...!"

"Go!"

The night is getting dark quickly, and midnight is coming. The soldiers who have been fighting for a day have long been exhausted. Even soldiers who have fought a hundred battles still have their physical strength exhausted.

city ​​gate

Dozens of city guards leaned on the city wall and fell asleep holding the weapons in their hands. On the bustling street, a tall, seven-foot-long man with a square face was holding a steel knife. Quietly approaching the gate of the city, the steel knife in his hand shone with a chilling light under the moonlight, and there were more than [-] unknown men following behind him.

These people were all wearing yellow scarves, and the leader was named Ji Sang. Looking at the guards at the gate, he suddenly drew his sword and shouted angrily: "Brothers, kill!"

Dozens of people behind Ji Sang waved the handles of their knives in unison, killing five people in a row. The guard who had been sleeping soundly, heard Ji Sang's angry shout, and woke up suddenly. As soon as he changed, he shouted: "No! There are spies! Quick! Notify...!"

Before the guard could finish his words, Ji Sang cut him off suddenly with a knife, blood gushed out like a spring, splashed on the city wall, and the hearts of those watching trembled.

Seeing the success, Ji Sang waved the blood with a knife, and called to the Yellow Turban Army below him: "Open the city gate!"

Huo Jun, who was on patrol, heard movement at the city gate, his complexion changed, his heart skipped a beat, he grabbed the torches of the soldiers behind him, and shouted angrily: "Quick! There is a change at the city gate! Follow me to see!"

Huo Jun's greeting woke up the sleeping people. Hundreds of brave soldiers grabbed their weapons and chased after Huo Jun's pace towards the city gate to attack and kill.

Zhang Xianzhong, who had been waiting outside the city gate for a long time, stared like a hungry wolf in his eyes, couldn't help but licked his scarlet lips, and shouted angrily: "Brothers follow me to kill in! Grab it!"

"Kill!" Zhang Xianzhong's words seemed to ignite a flame like dry wood. Tens of thousands of people rushed to echo each other and came to kill with their knives.

"Damn it! Enemy attack! Cheer me up! Smash down the torch! Archers get ready!"

Huo Jun went down the city wall, just in time to see the city gate being opened, densely packed with torches and stars, Huo Jun's scalp tingled from seeing it, and immediately shouted angrily: "Take back the city gate! Follow me!"

"Hey! Watch me take off your head and use it as a urinal!" Ji Sang showed a disgusting expression, swearing profanely, and slashed at Huo Jun's throat with a knife in one hand.

(End of this chapter)