The desolate war cry, like the cry of the barbaric era, echoed across the land of the Central Plains again with endless anger and sadness.
This is one of the most distinctive war cries of this era. According to legend, the great sage Zhang Jiao just shouted such a war cry while spreading beans into soldiers, summoning the most powerful troops under his command——
The Yellow Turban Warriors, and the ones who rule the world with them.
However, after the death of the Zhang Jiao brothers, the Yellow Turban Warriors became extinct. Although the Yellow Turban Army was everywhere, the legendary powerful army never appeared again.
The powerful people breathed a sigh of relief, while the common people were full of regrets and regrets. Once upon a time, the legend of the Yellow Turban Warriors was a ray of light that broke through this dark world and brought them endless hope.
According to legend, those invulnerable warriors shouted such a war cry and rushed towards the enemy as if they were dead. As the famine expanded, this war cry was sounded again and again on the land of China, but the legendary strong soldiers did not.
It has never been reproduced.
Bai Bojun was no stranger to this war cry, but today, when Qu Shuai Li Le jumped off the altar, raised his sword high and roared wildly, something suddenly became different.
"Huang Tian is standing!" The crowd responded, and passionate voices rushed out from their hearts. There was no longer the usual composure and calmness, only endless fanaticism and anger.
General Bai Bo lost the ability to think, and all that was left in his eyes was the slowly spreading smoke from the city wall. Through the smoke, the scene inside the city was already vaguely visible!
"At the age of Jiazi..." Hu Cai finally withdrew his gaze towards Wang Yu. In his eyes, there was no more shock and fear, only blood red!
"Good luck to the world!" The crowd surged forward, and the formation ceased to exist, turning into a surging yellow tide. The soldiers shouted heartlessly. What they saw in their eyes was not a bloody battlefield, but a peaceful world in their dreams.
The tide divided into two in front of the altar, and then converged into one behind the altar. The speed became faster and faster, and it rushed towards the city wall crazily.
"Yellow Turban... Hercules!?" Among the Bai Bo generals, only Yang Feng did not join the charge. He looked at the surging crowd in shock, his legs weakened, and he collapsed on the ground.
Although he accidentally became a backbone and became the commander-in-chief of Qu, he did not have much enthusiasm for the rebellion, so he never forgot to recruit An. The fate of the Zhang Jiao brothers reminded him that there is no future for rebellion.
, maybe they can gain some upper hand at the beginning, but when the officers and soldiers get serious, the rebels will never be their opponents.
The only exception may be the legendary Yellow Turban Warriors. They can use the simplest equipment to exert the most powerful combat power. Even if they encounter the most elite Northern Army of the Han Dynasty led by the famous general Huangfu Song, they can
Fight vigorously and never fall behind.
However, that is just a legend.
Even the Zhang Jiao brothers did not use yellow turban warriors every time they fought. Yang Feng didn't know the specific reason, but he never pinned his hopes on such mythical legends.
However, just today, he witnessed the existence of the Yellow Turban Warriors with his own eyes...
That's right, the Yellow Turban Warriors are not recruited by magical means, but use incitement and miracles to awaken certain emotions in the hearts of ordinary Yellow Turban Army soldiers, causing them to fall into a state of fanaticism, and then become invincible.
"Yellow Turban Warrior?" Wang Yu asked curiously.
He had heard of this term, but only in myths and legends, not in history books. What he did today was just to fully mobilize the combat power of the White Wave Army based on the characteristics of the Yellow Turban Army and the actual situation.
Just achieve the goal of conquering Yuncheng.
Why did he suddenly get involved with the Yellow Turban Warriors?
"You, who are you?" Yang Feng jumped up as if he had seen a ghost, and pointed at Wang Yu tremblingly, "You are not an envoy of the imperial court. The only one who can drive the Yellow Turban Warriors is Taiping Dao.
The direct successor! You, you..."
"..." Wang Yu was really stunned for a while, why is this related to Taiping Dao again, "General Yang, I don't understand what you are talking about. Yellow Turban Warrior, what is going on? I don't know.
Did you see anyone else joining?"
"you do not know?"
The corners of Yang Feng's eyes twitched a few times. He pointed at the crowd under the altar and shouted loudly: "This is the Yellow Turban Warriors! Except for the Yellow Turban Warriors, no army can charge with all their strength at 600 steps or even thousands of steps. When the time comes,
In front of and behind the enemy, it can still maintain its fighting power vigorously! No army can fight to the death when it suffers more than half or even all casualties! There is no army that does not use weapons when facing the enemy's spear.
Instead of blocking, he pounced, letting the sharp blade pierce his body, and fought hard while waving his weapon!"
Turning his head, Yang Feng's face was also covered with a layer of fanaticism. He shouted loudly: "You can use wind and fire spells and can control the Yellow Turban Warriors. How could you not be a descendant of a great sage? How could you be a member of the imperial court?
Messenger? Who are you?"
This misunderstanding seems to be too big! Wang Yu doesn't know how to continue to reconcile, admitting it is very simple, and maybe he can completely subdue the Bai Bo Army by the way, but the problem is, Zhang Jiao, Taiping Road, etc.
I don't know anything at all.
What to do? Wang Yu fell into deep thought and even forgot the responsibility of command.
In fact, there was no need for him to command this battle, and he couldn't command it even if he wanted to. The Yellow Turban Warriors were the lowest-cost and easiest-to-command army in the Three Kingdoms era. Apart from identifying the enemy, the commander did not have to do anything.
Just follow the charge and go into battle.
The first wave of attacks to greet this army did not come from the defenders, but the aftermath created by Wang Yu.
A burst of gravel rain fell from the sky, centered on the explosion point, and swayed in all directions. They were masonry fragments thrown into the sky after the city wall was blasted. Although the gravel was not large, it fell from a high altitude and hit people.
, it’s still quite painful.
The defenders at the top of the city were awakened by the rain of rubble, and the sudden change at the city wall caused great chaos.
The defenders near the explosion point were basically all dead; those who were a little closer, many fell down in the violent shaking, and even fell off the city wall; those who were further away were frightened.
stunned.
The reason why the Yellow Turban Army broke out was that, in addition to Wang Yu's previous instigation, the so-called wind and fire spell also played a vital role. This spell not only destroyed a section of the city wall, but more importantly, Wang Yu was too pretentious at the time.
It was so lifelike that General Bai Bo vaguely saw the legendary great sage in him, so he became completely fanatical.
It was a miracle for the Yellow Turban Army, but a nightmare for the Wei family!
Fortunately, there was this rain of gravel, which not only restored consciousness to the defenders, but also caused obstacles to the enemy, delaying the opponent's charge, thus giving the defenders time to defend themselves as a whole.
This was the first thought of the Beicheng guard.
"Come here!" Some of the guards were summoned. The guard quickly pointed to the battlefield and ordered the guards: "Block the gap and don't let the moth thieves rush in!"
Looking up, he yelled again: "Let the crossbowmen on the city wall get into position quickly and shoot the moth thieves from both wings. Don't let them attack the gap unscrupulously! Quick, hurry up and act!"
This person is not a famous general, but he is also a general who stands out from the county soldiers. His command is not outstanding, but he is comprehensive and has no flaws.
"Qin Feng, can this be stopped?"
When the loud noise came, Wei De and the group of celebrities and staff around him were frightened to the ground. Some of them even lost control. They were hit by the rain of gravel, and then they jumped up crying.
Seeing that this group of people was unreliable, and hearing the general's roar, Old Wei finally found some backbone, and walked to the guard's side with unsteady steps, asking about the situation.
"Don't worry, my lord." Qin Feng clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Although the moth thief's magic is powerful, the city wall of Yuncheng is strong enough. The gap broken by the thunder and fire is only two or three feet, and it can at most accommodate it.
With seven or eight people standing side by side, the moth thieves can't display their forces at all. As long as the gap is guarded by elite and close men, and as long as we survive the most dangerous period at the beginning, it doesn't matter."
The Wei family was rich and had many soldiers. In addition to those guarding the city wall, there were also many reserve troops below the city.
To block the gap, the defenders on the city could not count on them for a while. It would take time to reorganize the team and restore their morale. However, the reserve team in the city was not greatly affected, and they rushed over as soon as possible. With Qin Feng's
I think it shouldn't be difficult to plug the gap.
The biggest shortcoming of the Yellow Turban Army is the lack of elites. Although the gap is a bit large, as long as the advantage of having more elites is used to block the edge, wait for the crossbowmen to organize the team, and cover the enemy's rear team with arrows, the situation can be quickly reversed.
"That's good. This will put me at ease." Wei De stroked his chest and let out a long breath of shock: "As long as you survive this disaster, I will definitely support you."
"Thank you, Lord!" Qin Feng felt a mixture of joy and sorrow in his heart. Needless to say, he was happy. Who could not be happy when he had a future of wealth and wealth? The worry was only born after he saw the scene outside the city.
That rain of gravel didn't do anything!
Even as a forward, the equipment of the Yellow Turban Army is only reflected in weapons. They hold swords and guns in their hands, not sticks or pitchforks, and there is no armor at all.
Raindrops of gravel hit their bodies. Qin Feng looked at their faces from a distance, his eyelids twitching. As a result, the moth thieves didn't even blink, let alone stop and dodge!
Is this still a human being? Qin Feng suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He remembered the previous discussions of celebrities. A term appeared in his mind, and fear arose, tightening his heart tightly and twisting it.
Become a ball!
Driven by this inexplicable fear, Qin Feng ordered at the top of his lungs: "Fire the arrows, fire the arrows, don't worry about whether to shoot in volley or not. Anyone who can shoot a bow, let the arrows go out!"
"Bang, collapse, collapse!"
The bow strings sounded continuously, and although the arrow rain was a little sparse, it was not very accurate. However, the queue of the Baibo army was too close, and a wave of arrow rain fell, causing a wave of blood to splash!
However, the fear in Qin Feng's heart was not relieved at all, but became stronger, because he did not hear even a scream!
As long as the fatal blow is not hit, the person who is hit by the arrow will just stagnate slightly, then break the arrow shaft without looking, and continue running! The person who hits the vital point will still maintain the state of rushing forward, and will not fall down until he is unable to support it.
In the dust, no matter what, they were still twisting on the ground, desperately trying to crawl forward!
Only those who were hit by the crossbow appeared to be relatively normal. The force of the crossbow was beyond what human beings could contend with. The person who was hit by the arrow had both feet off the ground and flew backwards, and would not move again after that.
However, the scary thing is that even if he was hit by a powerful crossbow, the yellow scarf sergeant still did not scream. At most, he just grunted or stopped shouting the war cry!
"The sky is dead..."
"Huang Tian is standing!"
"Yellow Turban Warriors..." Qin Feng began to tremble. At the last moment when the two armies were in close combat, he yelled: "Hold on, hold on, they are humans too, not ghosts!"
With desperate roars, the Baibo Army followed the gap and rushed into Yuncheng! (To be continued.