"The general is mighty!" There was a cheer at the head of the city, as if it were thunder, and the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who were close to the city wall could hear this cheer.

Not only were the veterans' eyes full of brilliance, but even the recruits who had just stepped onto the city were full of admiration and convincing when they looked at Huang Zhong at the moment, and the apprehension of going to the battlefield for the first time was also slightly reduced. Because there is such a brave general leading them, the chance of surviving is extremely high, and if they don't say anything.

What is the military heart available? This is what the military heart can use.

Huang Zhong nodded secretly, and it was not in vain that he paid part of the price to take the stones thrown by the trebuchet. It may seem a little silly, but Huang Zhong understands that what the soldiers on the battlefield want to see is a mountain in front of them, a mountain that can shelter them, and a god that makes them look up at their backs.

He did it, so the next defense of the city was not a problem, at least as long as the city was not broken, no matter how big the problem was.

"That's it!" Huang Zhong waved his hand, his palm stopped next to his ear, and the blood in the tiger's mouth was thrown out with the movement of his hand. As he moved, the voices of the cheering soldiers around him gradually became quieter, and everyone fell silent as they continued their work.

With a knife in one hand, he looked over the battlements and landed on the Yellow Turban Thieves advancing in the distance. Those ant colonies-like numbers are not what Huang Zhong cares about, they are not threats, only those siege equipment can pose a threat to the fortified city of Nanyang.

Huang Zhong didn't know where these siege equipment came from, seeing that most of their soldiers were not too well-equipped, and even the weapons were mixed with farm tools. However, they actually have siege equipment, which is the real fatal place.

If the chariot in the extreme distance is allowed to rush close to the city gate and let it crash into the city gate, I am afraid that after losing the city gate, the only barrier wall will have no effect.

So...... Is that all there is to it? Huang Zhong's right hand palm and five fingers loosened in turn, and then clenched in turn, holding the long knife tightly, the wound of the tiger's mouth was attached to the hilt, which was already soaked in blood, and it was extremely cold. Even if the tiger's mouth bleeds, he has never frowned, because weapons, on the battlefield, are a person's life!

It's closer, it's getting closer. He could see that many of the homeless people who were driven away by the Yellow Turban Thieves had already drawn their blades, and under the coarse cloth clothes, there were faint traces of cloth armor, which should be the Yellow Turban Thieves hiding among the homeless people and approaching the city gate under the cover of the homeless?

It's a pity. Whether it was a homeless or a Yellow Turban thief, all he could do was to keep none of them close to the city wall.

"A team of bows and arrows, go out of the ranks, and shoot arrows at the Yellow Turban thieves below the city walls in small groups!"

"The second team rotates with three teams, and two rounds are one team. The sword and shield bearers protect in turn, so as not to let the enemy's cold arrows threaten the archers. ”

"Also, hot oil, boiling water ready?" Huang Zhong asked loudly.

"Ready, General Huang!" A soldier responded.

Several of them set up a cauldron, and the flames were burning in the humble stove, and the bottom of the cauldron was constantly scorching, and the sound of grunting came from the pot, and there was a crackling sound of oil. The soldier next to him was extremely careful, for fear of being burned by the boiling oil in the pot, and if he was slightly splashed on the skin, it was enough to leave an unforgettable memory.

The other stacks had a small stove, and the cauldron on the stove was filled with hot oil and boiling water, which was already boiling hot. Some of the soldiers defending the city could feel the heat from afar, and if they got a little closer, they would be greeted by heat.

Several recruits shuddered at the thought of being doused with hot oil or boiling water, glad they were at the head of the city instead of the city. Once these two things come into contact with the human body, I am afraid that they can make a person die of severe pain! And, every piece of good meat on him is sure!

Such a thing has become a sharp weapon for defending the city, for the soldiers of the Han army who defend the city. But for the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army who are besieging the city, it is a nightmare, those siege soldiers who climb the ladder, they are afraid that even if their fingers touch a little, their bodies will involuntarily make protective movements, and at that time, you think about the result of a person letting go of the ladder in mid-air.

Huang Zhong nodded, of course he knew that this was not enough. The so-called defense of the city is to use all the tools at its disposal, relying on the city walls to counterattack the invading enemy. These include the exterior walls of stone buildings, including the columns in the buildings, which are important sources of rolling wood and falling rocks when Nanyang Castle is understocked in the event of a sudden war. And those bricks, tiles, even inconspicuous things, can be relied on when necessary, at the necessary height, and with the necessary strength, when defending the city.

"Qin Ling, you give the order to go down, collect the fire oil that can be used for combustion, add the silk silk, hand it over to the archers, and as long as the ladder of the Yellow Turban Thief is close to the rushing car, use rockets to destroy it!"

"As for the trebuchet." Huang Zhong pondered for a while, the trebuchet was so far away that even he couldn't shoot the arrow that far. As for the trebuchet in Nanyang City, in fact, because it has been stored in the arsenal for too long, it has long become a pile of rotten wood.

"It's up to heaven to live and die." He sighed. If there was such an opportunity, he would destroy it, but unfortunately now is not the time for that opportunity.

"Yes! General Huang! Junior Colonel Qin Ling hugged his fists and quickly ran down the aisle down the city tower, preparing to go to collect the items designated by Huang Zhong.

"Gan Xing." Huang Zhong turned his head, looked at Gan Xing, and said, "Live, don't die." You strangers don't seem to die, but you will die. ”

"Rest assured. Uncle Huang, don't you know who I am? Can't beat me and can't run? Gan Xing laughed and dragged his knife back to the place where he was fighting.

Just as these many soldiers are guarding their relatives and friends in the city, and guarding their responsibilities, he is also guarding and guarding the players of the brocade thieves!

"It's coming." Huang Zhong watched the nearby cloud ladder slowly fall, overpowering the yellow turban thief next to him. Soon, an intact sapper next to him lifted the ladder up again and headed towards the city wall.

"Huh." A soft sound, an extremely subtle sound in the roar, not showing too many waves. Just like that, a feathered arrow shot out of the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, facing the arrow shot at the head of the city, and shot towards Huang Zhong.

It was reflected in Huang Zhong's eyes, getting closer and closer, but in his eyes, there was no shock.

(End of chapter)