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Chapter 145: Cheers for the Victors

"Vomit~~"

There were sergeants who kept vomiting on their stomachs.

Ning Rong sighed, thinking that when he first saw the dead man, he was like this.

Human life is like a mustard!

These are troubled times!

There was a smell of barbecue wafting in the sky, Ning Rong sniffed it lightly, it was very fragrant, and he decided not to eat meat for three months.

The torches above the head of the garrison were bright, and Gu Cheng, who had been fighting fiercely all afternoon, finally ushered in a short rest.

When I kill someone, I only have the thought of death in my head, and when I stop here, the reaction after killing people keeps coming to my heart.

Disgusting!

Confused!

Get cold feet!

……

When night fell, Gucheng was not taken by the Yellow Turban Thieves as he wished, Zhang Yue rationally chose to withdraw his troops and attack the city late at night, and their casualties would only be greater.

"Haha...... Brothers, we won! We won! ”

Ning Rong looked at the mountains of corpses piled up outside the city, turned his head and shouted at the soldiers with low morale.

The garrison's eyes were confused, looking at Ning Rong numbly, and the azure clothes hid in the night, only a pair of eyes were bright and scary.

"Brothers! Don't be sad, there is always a death in life, their death is precious, their death is for the valley city, for their homeland!

Maybe tomorrow, it's you who will fall here, it's me! Ning Rong suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "But, that's not terrible!" A thousand years from now, this land will reverberate with the heroic spirits of you and me! Even if you die, you must turn into a ghost and defend your homeland! ”

"Soldiers! Rejoice! Let those crumbs chill! Let them know that victory is ours! ”

Ning Rong pulled his hoarse voice and shouted frantically.

The garrison clenched his fists tightly, and the contagiousness of his blood made him feel surging and shouted wildly.

"Roar! Roar! ”

One to ten, ten to hundred, tens of thousands of garrisons finally shouted frantically.

We're victorious!

……

In the distance, Zhang Yue's face was expressionless, almost! Just a little bit! And they took the head of the city.

The Yellow Turban brothers are all good, they are not afraid of the enemy's bows and arrows, they are not afraid of boiling oil, they brave the raging fire, and keep climbing upwards.

But......

She never imagined that the group of cowardly people would choose to die together, and dozens of people rushed to jump off the city with the ladder.

It's like, if it's too late, you won't be able to grab it!

They were crushed to pieces, but they were as crazy as ever.

Zhang Yue is not afraid!

The ladder has fallen, you can drive it again, Cao Jun is dead, he is really dead!

But in the end...... She's scared!

The group of madmen who didn't want to die turned out to be all damned people, either people with missing arms and legs, or old and frail old people.

The bitter cold people who saw the Yellow Turban Army as a savior in the past are now the ones who want them to die the most.

Zhou Cang listened to the casualty statistics of his subordinates with a pale face, more than 24,000 people! Just one valley city has lost so many brothers.

"Childe, if you don't take revenge, you swear not to be a human being!"

Zhou Cang cursed and swore as if he were swearing.

Zhang Yue was surprisingly calm and waved her hand, "Uncle Zhou!" Gu Cheng is not guilty! This battle is only to blame for Ning Rong's cunning! ”

"Hmmm! Most of the losses this time were the south gate and the north gate, and the two dirt slopes over there, attacking the city gate were already at a disadvantage, and the Cao army under those tunnels was invincible! ”

Zhou Cang's heart hurts when he thinks about it, many of the Yellow Turban Thieves are wearing straw sandals, and they can't resist the elusive underground knife soldiers at all.

What's more, Pei Yuanshao was too impulsive, although he fought tenaciously, but after all, the South Gate was just cooperating with the attack and containing the enemy's forces!

He's good! Blindly rushing forward, under that kind of terrain, the lit logs with wolf teeth and blades, after rolling, pieces of the Yellow Turban Army fell in a pool of blood, and the lethality was too powerful.

"Uncle Zhou, how about the casualties of the Yellow Turban Lux?"

Zhang Yue is most concerned about this group of faith soldiers, they are the last pillar of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Alas! There are less than 400 capable fighters! Zhou Cang glanced at the anxious son, and said in a deep low voice.

“…… The hateful siege equipment was burned by Cao's army, otherwise......"

Zhang Yue's eyes were filled with pain, and then, Zhou Cang cursed with indignant transfer of the target.

……

Direction of Valley City.

"General Wang, please lead your subordinates to count the wounded, rectify military affairs, record battle exploits, and compile a roster for the night attack of the Yellow Turban Thieves!"

"Whoa!" Wang San respectfully took the order and left.

Ning Rong glanced at Wang San's back suspiciously, and secretly thought to himself, how did this guy change his character?

Shaking his head, he said to Lin Xianzun: "I also want to trouble the county lord, treat the wounded, prepare food and drinking water for them, and let the people be busy and send military equipment to various city gates." ”

"Xia Guan understands!"

Lin Xianzun is a pragmatic person and knows that Gucheng is in danger.

"Zilian, leave the city defense to Rong, you go to the county government to rest first."

Ning Rong arranged things properly, pulled Cao Fang over without saying anything, and asked him to protect Cao Hong to return to the county government to recuperate, although his injuries were not serious, but he did not rest for two or three hours, and he did not properly treat his wounds, he was really afraid that it would cause tetanus or something.

"Cao Fang, send someone to invite Lang Zhong to carefully clean up the general's wounds!"

Ning Rong instructed uneasily.

"Sir, put it down!"

Cao Fang helped the weak Cao Hong, step by step, calmly walked down the tower, looking at his strong back, Ning Rong's eyes were a little moist, he knew that Cao Hong didn't want the soldiers to worry, tomorrow, Cao Hong, who was the brave champion of the three armies, would return here and fight side by side with them!

"Hoo ......"

Ning Rong quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, listened to Lu Xun's words, and felt an inexplicable heartache in his heart.

When he and the lord separated, he led an army of more than 4,000 people, Yinshan lost more than 600 people, and more than 1,700 people were lost in this battle, and there were less than 2,000 people who could fight!

Two thousand!

In the face of more than 200,000 yellow turban thieves, I'm afraid it's a drop in the bucket!

Text! Now you should be on your way back!

Ning Rong silently looked at the night, his eyes continued to lengthen, looking into the distance.

"Pass the order, collect the bones of the soldiers, cremate them and bury them, and don't let them die in a foreign land!"

Ning Rong secretly calculated, this is only the casualties of the Cao army, I am afraid that the casualties of the Gucheng garrison will be even greater, this group of hot-blooded men!

"Newspaper~~"

Suddenly, a long voice interrupted Ning Rong's contemplation.

"Mr. Qiyu, there is a Yellow Turban Messenger under the city, asking to see the general!"

Oh? Yellow Turban Emissary?

Ning Rong's eyes shrunk, his eyebrows raised, and he was a little curious, could he not make peace?

No way!

As far as the eye can see, although the Yellow Turban Army suffered heavy casualties, it will not exceed 20,000, compared to the more than 200,000 Yellow Turban thieves, it is not yet the time to break the muscles and bones!

"Take him to the county government and wait for the marquis!"

Ning Rong pondered for a moment and commanded.