The defenders of the city burst out with a strong will in a desperate situation, and repelled the Yellow Turban soldiers, who were already about to storm the inner wall.

Zhang Mancheng sat on horseback and looked at the city.

The city was slow to be attacked, but he was not the slightest irritable, and waved his index finger forward with a flat expression, and nearly 10,000 soldiers rushed over.

Even if he used corpses to pile up, he would take this city.

At the north gate, the galloping horses' hooves came like thunder.

There were no guards on the city, and it was obvious that they were all mobilized to defend the city to the south to kill the enemy.

"Open the door!"

Song Xian under the city shouted vigorously.

A few yellow-faced and thin heads poked out of the battlements of the city wall, and when they saw that the army under the city was waving the banner of the Han family, they exhaled, and then shouted with joy: "Reinforcements, reinforcements have arrived!" ”

The heavy city gate was quickly opened, and after Lu Bu entered the city, he led two thousand horsemen directly to the south city gate.

The farther south you go, the clearer the shouts of murder come into your ears.

In the empty city, except for some old and lonely old people, there is no one left.

As early as a few days ago, the people in the city heard that the moth thieves were coming to invade the city, so they packed their bags and fled north with their families and mouths.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The hammer slammed into the city gate again and again, and mud and stone dust continued to fall from above, and the two waist-thick wooden fence bolts behind the gate were almost unbearable and were about to break.

At this time, Lu Bu had already arrived at the city gate in the south, and the situation was urgent, so he omitted a lot of details and issued a concise general order: "You should find a good distance first, and as long as the thief army breaks through the city gate, you will directly rush out from the front." ”

"No!"

The soldiers received the order, clenched the spears in their hands, and cheered up the spirit.

Lu Bu dismounted and climbed the stone staircase to the city wall, and with him was the hunter from last night.

After Qin Jie, who was physically exhausted, saw Lu Bu's distinctive armor, all the sourness suddenly came to his heart, and his tone was choked: "General, you are finally here!" ”

"You are?"

Lu Bu didn't recognize Qin Jie, but when he saw that the person in front of him was covered with blood, he didn't have a trace of fear, so he thought he was a good man from his heart.

"Qin Jie, the governor of the lowly county, did not live up to his heavy responsibilities, and finally did not let the city fall into the hands of thieves." He clenched his fist towards Lu Bu, since the reinforcements arrived, then this scroll city could be regarded as being saved.

However, as soon as the words fell, Qin Jie's heart that had been put down was suspended again.

Behind Lu Bu, except for a middle-aged man dressed as a hunter, there was no soldier.

Qin Jie couldn't hold back in his heart, and hugged his fists again: "Forgive the humble general's courage, dare to ask how many men and horses the general brought?" ”

Lu Bu raised two fingers, and there was a new expectation in Qin Jie's eyes.

"Twenty thousand?"

"No, two thousand."

Qin Jie, who got the answer, couldn't slow down for a long time, and he made it clear in his letter that the city was already imminent, so why did he only send two thousand people.

His face was bitter, and because Lu Bu's rank was much higher than his, he asked Lu Bu's opinion: "General, there are tens of thousands of moths and thieves in the city, and we have only 2,000 people, how should we defend them?" ”

Guard?

Lu Buhu muttered suspiciously, his cavalry was only good at fighting in the field.

Siege and defense are not cavalry's strengths.

"What, sortie!"

When he heard the words that came out of Lu Bu's mouth, Qin Jie almost spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

The young man in front of him was majestic, with a purple and gold crown on his head, but looking at his expression, he didn't seem to put anything in his eyes......

Shouldn't the above have sent a gentleman who doesn't know anything about it!

He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked angrily: "Does the general know how many moth thieves there are below?" ”

Lu Bu glanced at it and gave the answer: "It is estimated that there must be sixty or seventy thousand." ”

With nearly thirty times the number of troops, what do you use to fight people?

Qin Jie shook his head helplessly, his disappointment overflowing: "General, you better go, this place can't be defended." ”

After speaking, he moved with difficulty, leaned his back against the city wall, and slowly sat down.

He can't hold a knife anymore, all he can do is accept his fate and wait for death.

In the face of Qin Jie's contempt and contempt, Lu Bu did not say anything to refute. He activated his shoulders twice, and the cold Fang Tian Painting Halberd was already in his palm for some time.

Who said the city couldn't be defended?

The eyebrows are slanted, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

He looked at Huang Zhong, and the meaning of battle in his eyes was self-evident.

I couldn't tell the difference last night, and now I'm going to compare it.

How could Huang Zhong not understand what Lu Bu meant, this clearly meant that he was going to use him as a gunman. However, he did not refuse, although he is not a soldier, but he should always do his part to defend his homeland.

Two people, one to the east and one to the west.

Before the Yellow Turban soldier who climbed into the inner wall had time to rejoice, his head was cut off in an instant.

By the time Qin Jie raised his head tiredly, the two of them had already killed back and forth, guarding the place.

He looked to the left, the middle-aged Orion blade was fierce, the god blocked and killed the god, and the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha.

One husband and one wife!

I looked to the right again, the young general painted a halberd like flying, and the corpses were placed on the ground under his feet, and the blood flowed like a river.

Don't open it!

Qin Jie rubbed his eyes vigorously, and after making sure that he was not dazzled, a huge wave set off in his heart: My God, are these two monsters!

Just as he was stunned, he suddenly heard a loud noise from below.

Bang!

Oh no, the gates are falling!

Qin Jie screamed in his heart, once the moth thieves poured in, even if he could fight one against a hundred, he would still have to die in the sea of people tactics.

Fortunately, he has now recovered some strength, barely supported his body and walked to the position of two zhang behind Lu Bu, and said loudly: "General, please take someone to the city gate to hold on, here in the city, I will defend it for you." ”

Lu Bu brushed aside the blades stabbed in front of him, wiped the necks of the two yellow turban guards with his hand, rejected Qin Jie's proposal, and said flatly: "No need, you listen." ”

Kill!

Kill!

Two completely different shouts of killing sounded at the same time, and Qin Jie was about to take a look, when he saw that the bearded officer's face was full of consternation.

Qin Jie seemed to have something in his heart, dragging his injured leg that had been slashed twice, and limping quickly to the edge of the city wall.

Countless figures flashed in his eyes, and the moth thieves who poured into the city were actually running back!

The moment the city gate slammed open, Song Xian had already raised the war knife in his hand, and two thousand cavalry soldiers followed him and rushed wildly.

The Yellow Turban Army, which was the first to pour into the city, had no time to rejoice, but in the blink of an eye, they had already ushered in death.

Lu Bu did not let Song Xian and the others go to the heroes and kill the enemy. It's the simplest and crudest, but it's also too risky. Now all you need to do is take advantage of the speed of the war horse to put psychological pressure on the moth thieves and harvest.

The Yellow Turbans had no formal training and no skilled combat skills, and only relied on the number of people to decide the victory.

Such a team is, after all, a rabble.