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Chapter 139: The Battle to the Death in Gucheng (4)

For a while, the garrison was like a chicken blood in the tunnel, frantically stabbing spears to the ground, some missed, and some brought back a wisp of blood.

On the ground, the Yellow Turban Thieves were in a panic, and thousands of spears were distributed on the heads of the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Thieves, although there were not many, but they were ...... It is impossible to resist the danger coming from underground.

Originally, you were walking well on the ground, but suddenly, a spear pierced out from your feet, and the frightened yellow turban thief suddenly cautiously did not dare to move forward.

A spear can't kill people, but it can make people lose their combat effectiveness, and the first thing to hurt is the soles of the feet, which ...... The elusive spear instantly disrupted the formation of the Yellow Turban Thief.

The same scene was constantly staged at the north gate and the south gate, the huge siege equipment was blocked by the rejected horse, and the angry Pei Yuanshao once again organized the yellow turban thieves to storm the south gate.

At the head of the city, Cao Hong glanced at Ning Rong with admiration, when Zhiyuan let him build this exaggerated and intricate tunnel, he still didn't understand, but now looking at the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves in chaos, he knew how wise Ning Rong's words were.

The most terrible thing is the sharp arrow that does not start! Because you never know when, where, and at whom it will shoot!

Force, the most powerful is deterrence!

The tunnel spear team led by Cao Fang is this deterrent force, and the lethality is not great, but it is ...... The sudden pain was still terrifying.

"Someone! Shoot arrows in the third trench! ”

Cao Hong quickly ordered, now that the formation of the Yellow Turban Thieves is out of order, it is the time for the bow and arrow to make a contribution.

Under the drum of the three-way herald, dense arrows rushed towards the yellow turban thieves.

Bows and arrows in the sky, spears in the ground, for a while, the yellow turban thieves screamed, and the wails calling the heavens and the earth made people feel concerned.

Zhou Cang waved his broadsword, pushed away a few sharp arrows, looked at the wailing Yellow Turban thief, and then looked at the open city gate in the distance, for fear that Cao Jun would take the opportunity to kill the army.

Zhou Cang was about to give the order to retreat.

Suddenly......

I only heard the sound of marching drums from the rear.

Zhou Cang looked back suddenly, only to see Zhang Yue, who was dressed in black on the war horse, and led tens of thousands of troops with bright and bright teeth.

At the forefront, there was a group of burly men wearing heavy armor, holding large knives, and wearing yellow scarves.

Yellow Turban Lux!

Thousands of Yellow Turban wrestlers shouted slogans wildly, their eyes showed a frenzied light, and they came to the beat of drums as if they were dead.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!"

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!"

Childe, this is going to ...... Fight to the death?

Zhou Cang's eyes shrank, and he watched the Yellow Turban Lux open the way in front of his head, and the spear in the ground pierced the soles of their feet, they did not frown, and continued to rush forward in stride as if there was nothing to do.

Seems...... The spear didn't hurt the soles of his own feet.

This is thousands of Yellow Turban Warriors, looking at death as home, roaring wildly, and the rest of the Yellow Turban thieves looked at this group of heavenly soldiers and generals in awe, consciously joined their team, and also roared wildly.

The Yellow Turban Thief, who was already messy and showed signs of defeat, actually came with a momentum like a rainbow.

On the top of the city......

Cao Hong looked at the mighty Yellow Turban Thief solemnly, knowing that a tough battle was coming.

The Yellow Turban Lux was not afraid of the spear underground, stepped on the bloody soles of his feet, and quickly rushed into the third trench.

The yellow turban thief behind him stepped on the corpse of his companion and rushed forward with the same hot head.

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves instantly flooded the third trench.

"Kill ......"

The hand rises and falls, and the fierce charge that is not afraid of death hits together heavily, often Cao Jun slashes at the Yellow Turban Lux, and the Yellow Turban Warrior does not dodge or dodge at all, and waves his hand is a knife to return the past.

This kind of life-for-life style of play has had a major impact on Cao Jun's psychology, and he gasped, looking at this group of hideous-looking and fanatical madmen, Cao Jun had the idea of being incomparable for the first time.

It's too fierce!

"The power of faith is so strong!"

Ning Rong also gasped and muttered to himself.

"Don't be afraid of pain! Not afraid of life and death! Fight only for the faith! If there are tens of thousands of yellow turban wrestlers, Gu Chengdan can be broken during the day! ”

"Zilian, the trench is useless to them!" Shaking his head, Ning Rong said to Cao Hong.

"Hmmm......"

Cao Hong pondered for a moment, looked at the Cao army who was retreating one after another, and the people with low morale suddenly turned around and ordered: "Zhiyuan, you help someone watch the enemy's array!" Wait for Ben to go down and kill! ”

"Sub ......"

Ning Ronggang wanted to refuse, but seeing his solemn expression, he swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and nodded solemnly.

"Good!"

Cao Hong took a few steps down the city tower with a big pu knife, Ning Rong leaned in and looked in the direction of the city gate, only to hear a few creaks and creaks of opening the door.

Cao Hong rode the Shadow, led five hundred cavalry, and shouted at the Yellow Turban wrestlers in the distance.

"Kill!"

Cao Hong roared, and he didn't talk nonsense, his black beard exploded, and he jumped up, and the shadow under his crotch was in line with his heart, and he also jumped over the trench.

Drink!

A big knife weighing dozens of pounds was raised high, and the next moment, the whole person followed the knife and threw it out.

Split Huashan!

Majestic, murderous!

"Wow!"

A burly yellow turban wrestler saw that the situation was not good, and knew that this knife was slashed on his body, and there was absolutely no life or death, so he quickly set up a big knife to block it.

Poop!

Sonorous sound, double swords staggered!

Cao Hong struck angrily, hundreds of catties of huge force, and took advantage of the situation to split the big knife of the Yellow Turban Lux, Pu Dao was unstoppable, without any intention of stopping, from top to bottom, a knife split this person in half.

Crash......

The intestines and blood flowed all over the ground in an instant, and the Yellow Turban Lux was split in half, and the dead could no longer die.

Ooh!

The soldiers on both sides were taken aback by Cao Hong, whether it was the Yellow Turban Thief or Cao Jun, they were all frightened by Cao Hong's fierce and invincible posture and took two steps back.

"Kill!"

Cao Hong ruthlessly swung his knife to kill the next Yellow Turban Warrior, and the cavalry behind him saw that his general was so brave and invincible, and the blood in his heart continued to burn and boil, wielding a war knife to kill him.

Although the Yellow Turban Lux is not afraid of death, it is not that he will not die!

Even Zhou Cang was not Cao Hong's enemy, let alone these soldiers.

Cao Hong's sword flew up and down in his hand, weighing dozens of catties, like goose feathers in his hand, every attack would inevitably take the life of a Yellow Turban wrestler, and the cavalry behind him immediately set off a bloody storm.

With Cao Hong's joining, Cao Jun finally stabilized his mind and began to slowly fight back against the Yellow Turban Thieves, knowing that the Yellow Turban Warriors were difficult to fight, four or five people in the garrison threw themselves down on them without dying, hugged the limbs of the thieves, and struggled to cut off their headaches.

Behind him is home, although there is no regret in death!

"General! I'll go, too! The garrison shouted feverishly, and perished with the Yellow Turban Thieves.

"Second son! Kill! Killing one is enough, killing two and we'll earn it! One of them roared miserably, looked in the direction of Gucheng with nostalgia, grabbed the legs of the Yellow Turban Thief violently, threw the person to the ground, and bit it fiercely with his teeth without a weapon.