"Throw the log!"

With a command, the soldiers defending the city lowered their crossbows, lifted the log from behind the battlements, and smashed it down the ladder.

Huge logs bouncing and rolling on the green ladder whizzed down. The ladders of the Yellow Turban Army were all rushed, and even the bark was not scraped off, which was not so smooth, causing some trouble to the soldiers who climbed the ladder and the rolling logs, but that's all, a few ditches, could not stop the huge momentum of the rolling logs.

A wail sounded one after another from under the city, and the soldiers who were trying to climb and the ladder below were knocked down, and the fierce attack suddenly stopped.

"Hook up!"

The order rises again, and there is no emotion in the tone, as if it comes from some inanimate being, but it is unusually timely and deadly!

As if stepping on the beat of the order, Wang Ze put down the rolling log in his hand at the same time as the order was issued, picked up the hook behind the battlement, and together with several comrades of the Royal Forest Army, hooked the end of the ladder, roared, and pulled hard along the direction of the city wall.

Lacking human support, the temporary ladder couldn't hold the city wall, and slowly fell in the direction of the hook, smashing down a large number of Yellow Turban troops under the city.

"Put it on the nail shoot!"

The rhythm is not hurried or slow, just right, to Wang Ze's veterans, there is a very familiar feeling, as if the former comrade is still standing behind him.

The familiar partner is no longer there, but the new partner is not bad either, not to mention, the old and new comrades, together with themselves, are fighting for an equally great goal, know this. That's enough.

He lowered the hook and set up another weapon.

"Whoa!" This is a veritable killing weapon, in the exclamation of the yellow turban under the city, several thick wooden planks more than five feet long and more than two feet wide accompanied by the sound of iron chains colliding, roaring down from the city! The condescending momentum is already terrifying, and the dense iron nails on the wooden board are even more shocking!

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who were holding the bumping wood made of a giant tree, trying to take advantage of the defenders' concentration on dealing with their companions who were attacking the city and trying to make a fuss at the city gate, were caught off guard. was smashed into the dense queue by the nail slap, and before he could even let out a miserable howl, more than a dozen people fell down.

The remnants of the people were frightened, but their strength was also insufficient, and they couldn't hold the huge ram unsteadily, and the ram fell to the ground, and the city gate also fell into a crowd of people on their backs.

"Shoot the arrows!"

At the beginning of the siege, the Yellow Turban Army's array was quite tight, and some people raised shields. There are people carrying ladders, rams, and archers in cover. There were a few rounds of salvos, as if they were regular troops.

There was no targeted counterattack at the head of the city, and Wang Ze was still a little puzzled at the time, but now he reacted.

General Yu obviously didn't intend to waste arrows, so he didn't release arrows when the enemy's array was relatively tight, but used a salvo to kill and injure when the opponent's siege was frustrated and chaos occurred.

The bow and arrow that does not start to meet it seems to contribute to the enemy's momentum. But the Yellow Turban Army took advantage of the situation, and its momentum was already very high, and it was not bad for this, and it was true to seize the opportunity and kill and injure a large number of elite soldiers of the enemy.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand! Brothers, follow me! A burly officer was furious at this and commanded his men. Putting several ladders together, he roared wildly, held the iron shield captured in Linzi, and rushed up first.

Be inspired by this person. The Yellow Turban soldiers swarmed up, and the first few people held iron shields, relying on the connected ladders to form a shield wall.

The defenders of the city soon noticed the movement, and almost at the same time as the shield wall was formed, a huge rolling log roared down and slammed into the shield wall, making a dull loud noise.

The shield wall trembled violently, some of the shield bearers broke their mouths, some spewed blood, and some of them couldn't hold on to the ladder, and together with the rolling logs, they fell down and fell into the crowd below.

But this round of attacks was resisted after all!

The shield wall was quickly replenished and restored to order. The people below who were injured by the rolling logs refused to retreat, and their eyes were just staring at the city, and they shouted battle horns.

"The sky is dead......

The head of the city stretched out the hook, and the soldiers who didn't have time to climb the ladder put their hands on the ladder, and the strength gathered by everyone made the ladder seem to be rooted, no matter how the hook was pulled, it still stood steadily, and there was no sign of wavering.

"Huang Tian should stand!" Blocking another stone, the Yellow Turban warrior who had entered the city first felt full of strength, and when he saw that the battlements were in front of him, he roared angrily and raised his sword.

The early winter sun was cold, shining on the blade, reflecting a cold and murderous atmosphere.

"Kill!" There was a tidal wave of echoes behind him, and the soldiers climbed to the top of the city and rushed towards the target that they had been aiming at for a long time.

He's already set his sights on this target, and this man is a Hercules. Since the beginning of today's siege battle, this man has thrown more than a dozen rolling logs, hooked and overturned seven or eight ladders, and nearly 100 brothers have been killed or injured because of him! And this person is still alive and vigorous, full of strength.

The pawn wasn't sure if he would be able to tear through the defenders' defenses at the head of the city with this charge. In the past few days, countless brothers have rushed to the city, but none of them have succeeded in gaining a foothold.

The pawn did not have the arrogance to think that he was a blessed person, he was just very sure that as long as he killed the target he was targeting, he could weaken the defenders' defenses!

Wang Ze saw the enemy.

He was not surprised that in the past few days, his activity has attracted a lot of hatred, and similar scenes have been repeated many times. He didn't care, and continued his previous movements, bowing his head and bending over, shaking the roller vigorously, and the nail board was raised high again, and the sharp teeth stained with flesh and blood were unabated!

Enraged by the enemy's ignorance, he stared at his opponent so hard that his eyes almost burst into flames, so much so that he neglected to observe the movements around him, until several spears roared and stabbed in front of him from different angles at the same time, he was shocked!

It's late......

The sharp blade of the spear effortlessly pierced through his leather armor, lifting him high like a fork...... Just before being swept out, the Yellow Turban Warrior saw the scene of the city out of the corner of his eye.

The space at the head of the city is not very large. But the garrison soldiers were divided into several teams in an orderly manner. Only a part of the people operate the various defense equipment at the head of the city, and they are always in rotation; Behind them, a platoon of spearmen; After that, there are archers with bows and crossbows.

He couldn't figure out how the defenders did it, but that didn't stop him from understanding why there were so many brothers who had climbed to the top of the city, but they had never been able to achieve results.

Xiandeng is very courageous, and his martial arts are not bad, but he is not afraid of death. Nor can they face the long-standing stabbing of several spears at the same time. If the follow-up men and horses continue to support them, there may be hope, but those enemies who operate the equipment to defend the city will not let the brothers get their wish.

The decisive charge of the first climb did not interfere with the fall of the rolling wood and stone, nor could it prevent the nail board from rising and falling, the ladder went up and down, and the flesh and blood flew sideways!

Flying in mid-air, struggling, the thug finally closed his eyes in despair. I can't bear to see the blood of my brothers again, and then fall into the dust. One with the earth.

"Archers, where are the archers, salvo, salvo? ∩ block?

The Yellow Turban general who was overseeing the battle under the city was stunned, and he hissed and roared, watching his brother's flesh and blood fly, cut down like ears of wheat, and his heart was dripping blood.

He's furious!

He was puzzled!

In the past, the brethren were under-equipped, let alone siege equipment. Everyone can't even get together a complete set of weapons, and the shield can only be made with door panels, cutting boards and other things, and it's normal that you can't capture a strong city.

But now, their own army is different!

Xiao Tianshi used a spell to kill Qingzhou Thorn Shi Jiaohe, and instructed Zhang Shuai to urge the army to launch an offensive overnight. Although the city of Linzi is strong. There were also many defenders, but the mysterious cause of the commander's death greatly shook the morale of the army.

As a result, the Qingzhou Yellow Turban was besieged several times. The first fortified city in Qingzhou, the former capital of Qi State, a powerful country in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, fell overnight!

This was a great victory for the Yellow Turbans, which greatly boosted the morale and morale of the army. The heroes from all walks of life, who were still waiting, flocked to Linzi like a tide, gathered under the Yellow Turban banner of the Little Heavenly Master, and hundreds of thousands of people issued a common shout: The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!

In addition to the increase in numbers and morale, the equipment in the army has also changed dramatically.

Linzi is the seat of Qingzhou, and Qingzhou is not a poor country. The armor in the arsenal is enough to arm more than 20,000 troops from head to toe; The grain is even piled up, even if it is the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Yellow Turban, it is enough to eat for several months!

Coupled with the weapons and armor captured from the soldiers defending the city, the current Yellow Turban Army has undergone earth-shaking changes. More than 100,000 soldiers and horses from the inner battalion have been re-armed.

Sturdy leather armor, new longbows, spears like Lin, sharp knives and axes, and even thousands of heavy, sturdy iron armors! Coupled with the addition of those county soldiers and generals who surrendered after the city was broken, today's Yellow Turban Army seems to have the appearance of a regular army.

So, after swearing under Linzi City, the army was like a sea tide, with an unstoppable momentum, rolling westward and entering the territory of Taishan County!

The first target is Laiwu City!

Then, full of confidence, they launched an offensive against Laiwu City with a new attitude, only to be broken in front of the steady defense of the Taishan army.

The courage of the brothers is a hundred times greater!

The brothers' equipment is not what it used to be!

But why hasn't the result changed, or even worse?

He could only watch as the defenders at the head of the city smashed his brothers on the ladder with rolling logs again and again;

Hook the ladder over and over again with a hook;

Again and again, I put down the nail racket, stirred the wheel, and pulled up the nail racket with blood and minced meat!

The Yellow Turban Army is close to each other, and one is dead under the city wall. The corpses were soon piled up into a hill, and the Yellow Turbans stepped on the corpses of their companions, climbing towards the city like ants, brave and fearless, but in vain!

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!" He couldn't figure it out, so he could only use all his strength, shouting the battle horn frantically, trying to gain strength from it to change the situation in front of him.

The archers of the Yellow Turbans responded in response.

Most of them, a few days ago, were still county soldiers in Linzi, but the situation in the troubled times was like clouds in the sky.

They don't want to be thieves, but they have to obey people's orders and their own lives. The safety of the family is like a heavy burden on the shoulders. Therefore, they could only raise their bows at their old comrades at the command of their old enemies, and threw thousands of long arrows at the head of the city.

Thankful or unfortunate, there are few results.

The commanders of the garrison are extremely sophisticated, and most of the soldiers defending the city are veterans of a hundred battles. The soldiers and horses brought out by Yu Ban are mainly troops of the original Royal Forest Army, whether offensive or defensive. They are all very experienced.

By the time the enemy archers came out, the soldiers had already shrunk behind the battlements, raised their shields diagonally above their heads, and survived the volley unharmed.

"Shoot again, shoot again!" The Yellow Turban generals who oversaw the war were furious. In the past, when he fought with the officers and soldiers, he had seen the power of a salvo, and even experienced it himself. It should be able to inflict heavy casualties on the enemy and a morale blow. But how did the defenders survive so easily?

"General, this will not work...... "The military academy commanding the archers reminded.

He is also an old county soldier for many years, his command ability is not too high, but his vision is very old, he can see the strength of the opponent, and such an opponent is a one-on-one move, purely self-seeking is not happy, if you want to achieve results, you have to mess up the battle situation first.

"Why not?" The yellow turban general's eyes are red. With hatred and anger, his voice was as cold as the north wind: "Just kill our brothers, but not kill the officers and soldiers?" I tell you to come forward, and you will come forward, and whoever dares to be one step behind will be immediately killed! "

He put down his cruel words, and the old county soldier didn't dare to argue anymore. He led the archers to the front of the queue with sorrow in his eyes.

The reason why the defenders didn't counterattack when they fired a volley was just to save arrows, and now the distance is shorter. Although their own salvo is more powerful, the defenders' condescending advantage will only be stronger!

Unsurprisingly, as the distance approached, he heard the faint sound of strings, and the not-so-loud, but unusually clear-sounding command: "Crossbow ......"

"Raise your bow," he shouted, oblivious to the flickering cold light in the arrow holes in the wall, as if he did not understand what kind ......of murderous intent was contained in the cold light.

Perhaps, it would be better to die in battle on the day of the destruction of Linzi City? At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to fall silent, and the old soldier knew that this was just his own illusion, just as illusory as this sudden thought.

In that terrible night, it was not so easy to die in battle.

He hadn't seen the situation of the moth thief attacking the city at night, that kind of chaotic offensive was easy to deal with, and many times, with just a few rounds of volleys, the opponent could be overwhelmed.

However, the moth thief that night seemed to be crazy, and refused to fall even if he was wounded, and refused to retreat despite heavy casualties, but only red-eyed and shouted battle horns. At the same time, rumors spread wildly in the army as if they had grown legs......

Jiao Yuanjun was cursed to death by the Yellow Turban Little Heavenly Master!

Initially, no one paid attention to such nonsense rumors.

The rumor about the little celestial master began to circulate in Qingzhou as early as the second year of Zhongping, that is, after the destruction of the Yellow Turban in Jizhou. The personal disciple of the great sage and good teacher, the mana is not under Zhang Jiao, and he has given countless people the living ...... Statements such as these are similar to when Zhang Jiao raised the army, and the county soldiers all scoffed.

If Zhang Jiao really had that ability, why didn't he use similar tricks to solve General Huangfu in the first place? Instead, let General Huangfu kill hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban prisoners?

But it didn't take long for the situation to take a turn for the worse.

In the face of the sudden night attack, Jiao Zhijun's banner never appeared, and the staff of the Assassin Mansion never appeared, and when the defenders of the city went to the Shogunate to ask for their lives, they were shocked to find that the Shogunate had become a mess, and the Assassin Jiao He was really dead!

Immediately, the rumors spread faster.

The rumors are clear-sighted, the reason why Jiao He will be cursed to death, and Huangfu Song will not, is because the latter has a magic weapon to protect himself. What kind of magic weapon it is, outsiders don't know, but Jiao He does, and he even knows how to refine the magic weapon! In the past few years, with the expansion of the chaos in Qingzhou, he has been working hard to refine the magic weapon.

In other places, no one may believe this kind of words, but in Linzi City, there are many people who believe it. Because Jiao He did this, in the past two years, the green smoke in the Thorn History Mansion has not stopped, which is a clear proof of Jiao Thorn History's deeds!

Under internal and external pressure, the military spirit of the Linzi defenders collapsed in an instant.

Want to die in battle? In that kind of chaos, even if you die, it's pointless, because you don't even know how you died and who died in whose hands.

When the Yellow Turban Army took full control of Linzi City, the defenders of Linzi gradually came to their senses and had to accept the cruel reality, just like now.

Maybe it's just a battle death, and it's better to die here......

The old soldiers drew their bowstrings, and shouted the same order almost at the same time as the head of the city.

"Wind!"

Long arrows rain!

A crossbow like the wind!

Wind and rain intersect, wind and rain disperse......

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