The Invincible Hegemon of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1 The Yellow Turban
In 184 AD, in February, at the head of Wancheng City.Zhao Xiang, who was wearing the leather armor of the county soldiers, held a wooden spear in his hand, and looked solemnly at the army below the city, the army of the yellow scarf.

More than ten days have passed since the Yellow Turban Uprising.The Yellow Turban Army is so powerful that it originally only had an army of 10,000+.

Even more and more as time goes by.

Up to now, the number of people engulfed by the Yellow Turban Army has reached one million.Of course, Zhao Xiang didn't know this.But he knew the number of yellow scarves under the city.

The letter of persuasion to surrender that was shot on the city wall earlier clearly stated: 27! The 27 troops could not even see the edge of the enemy camp at a glance from the top of the city.

Of course, most of the 27 people are kidnapped civilians.But that's military power too!
Even if they only have the simplest wooden sticks and bamboo swords in their hands.Such a huge number is enough to frighten the county soldiers in Wancheng.

In fact, the equipment of the defenders of Wancheng was not much better.

In the past 100 years, the big man can be said to be peaceful through singing and dancing, except for the bloody swords and swords that cannot be seen in the court.

Local armaments have been relaxed for a long time.When the Yellow Turban Army attacked the city two days ago, they couldn't even find two cans of kerosene in the arsenal.

The arrows have not been replaced for a long time, and nine out of ten are damp and unable to shoot.

At the last moment, if it wasn't for the prefect Chu Gong who came to the city to supervise the battle in armor.Wancheng might not even be able to hold out for a whole morning.Then he was drowned in the crowd of the Yellow Turban Army.

Thinking of the battle to defend the city two days ago, Zhao Xiang's pupils began to shrink, and the scene at that time began to appear in his mind.

The Yellow Turban Army didn't seem to be afraid of death at all. They didn't have wells or rush cars.Not even the most basic ladder.

There are only endless soldiers and thousands of simple wooden ladders.And the arrow cover like a plague of locusts, it is basically an indiscriminate covering arrow rain!

They were dressed in rags and carried various weapons in their hands.

It is such a thorough refugee army.After tens of thousands of casualties, the corpses were used to build the steps leading to the top of the city.

It was at this moment that Zhao Xiang suddenly realized that he had really time-traveled.

Just now, this little soldier named Zhao Xiang was scared out of his body by the mighty momentum of the Yellow Turban Army.In its place is a soul from the future.

A ferocious yellow-turban soldier climbed up to the top of the city, and saw a dumbfounded county soldier in front of him.

The long one looks handsome and tall.It's a pity that it's not useful, and dare to be in a daze at such a critical moment!
snort!He must have been frightened stupid, he took down the dagger in his mouth with a grinning grin, and swung it at Zhao Xiang.

At that time, Zhao Xiang saw the knife.But there was no time to react, and his instincts made his legs go weak.Sitting paralyzed on the ground, he narrowly escaped the knife.

Then there was a "buzz" in Zhao Xiang's mind, and his scalp began to tingle.

The yellow scarf soldier missed a single blow, and even jumped from the top of the wall to Zhao Xiang.The look of aggressiveness emerged, and the dagger was ready to finish Zhao Xiang.

The blade was getting closer and closer, facing the fear of death, Zhao Xiang subconsciously closed his eyes.

The imagined pain did not appear.Instead, the sound of "duk tuk" began to come from my ears in an endless stream.

Only then did Zhao Xiang open his eyes, and found that the Yellow Turban Soldier had a feathered arrow passing through the back of his head, and the arrow came out directly from his mouth.

The Yellow Turban Soldier swayed before he fell down on Zhao Xiang unwillingly.

The rain of arrows from the Yellow Turban Army actually saved Zhao Xiang's life!Afterwards, Zhao Xiang remained in a daze and was at a loss.

Until the eunuch went to the city to supervise the battle, the eunuch's gatekeeper acted as a swordsman to supervise the battle.The morale of the defending army was finally lifted, and they barely drove the Yellow Turban Army from the top of the city.

Since the first day of attacking the city, the Yellow Turban Army did not attack the city for two consecutive days.It's just setting up tents and dividing troops to besiege the city.

I don't know how long this Wancheng can be defended.

Zhao Xiang looked at the Yellow Turban barracks below the city.There was a look of worry in his eyes, and there was a trace of fear in the depths of his eyes!
(End of this chapter)