"Three days..." Qin Yang lay on the bed, his eyes wide open, not feeling sleepy at all.
The food and grass in Xiangcheng can only last three days. With reasonable arrangements and maintaining the combat effectiveness of the army, it can only last seven days at most. Now three days have passed, and the officers and soldiers outside the city have stopped attacking the city, and instead use special forces to deal with the cavalry.
Horses and ropes surrounded the entire Xiangcheng city like an iron barrel.
It seems that He Jin was frightened by the Yellow Turban Army's proactive attack. Anyway, this time the imperial army had half a million people, which could not only besiege the city, but also provide reinforcements. He Jin was confident, so what should he be afraid of?
"From Xiangcheng to Luoyang, even if we go back and forth on a fast horse, it will take four days. If you calculate it this way, our time will be less and less..." Qin Yang felt irritated and simply turned over and sat up from the bed.
"Come here, call me Guan Hai!"
After a while, Guan Hai came to Qin Yang sleepily: "Your Highness, what happened?"
"Go and inform the military advisor and all the commanders to have a meeting!" Qin Yang said while arranging his clothes.
"Oh..." Guan Hai rubbed his eyes and strode out directly to a small courtyard not far from Qin Yang's residence.
With a "bang", Guan Hai kicked the door open, and a dozen figures in the room suddenly sat up from the bed like a conditioned reflex.
"Everyone, His Highness Prince Ming is going to have another meeting..." Guan Hai grinned and glanced at the big men of the Yellow Turban Army with red eyes.
Before leaving the house, Guan Hai said to Ma Yuanyi who had just climbed up at the door: "Military advisor, it's your idea that's good. Everyone sleeps together, so it's easier to wake up..."
After Guan Hai left, a wailing sound suddenly came from the room. "This is the third time tonight that there has been a sudden meeting. Could it be that His Highness Prince Ming has suffered from insomnia..."
Outside Xiangcheng, there was a lively quarrel in He Jin's Chinese army tent.
A short but burly fat man was slapping the table and spitting: "This battle is too useless. The cavalry of the Yellow Turban thieves is nothing. If they encounter our Xiliang Flying Bear Army..."
"That's enough!" He Jin, who was sitting in the main seat, stood up. He had already disliked this fat guy Dong Zhuo. If this guy hadn't brought a total of 50,000 elite cavalry, He Jin would have just shouted at this moment.
They cut this guy down.
"Dong Zhuo, are your Xiliang soldiers the only ones who are powerful and my Bingzhou army just a loser? When the Yellow Turban Cavalry was wreaking havoc, why didn't I see the so-called Flying Bear Army?!" Ding Yuan stroked his beard and said in a strange way.
.This time, due to Qin Yang's "micro-operation", his Bingzhou Army suffered the most serious losses, so Ding Yuan was also very unhappy.
Dong Zhuo glanced sideways at Ding Yuan and said: "I don't know if the Bingzhou Army is a loser, but I heard that the so-called best war god in the world under your command seems to run faster than a rabbit when he sees the Yellow Turban Cavalry.
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"Shut up!" He Jin yelled at the top of his lungs, causing the entire Chinese army tent to suddenly become silent. During this expedition, the Imperial Guards suffered heavy losses, and He Jin felt aggrieved.
"Report to the commander-in-chief that the Yellow Turban bandits have opened the north gate and sent out infantry to clear our army's horse-resistance positions. Our army's defense forces have begun fighting with them. This is the letter of war sent by their envoy."
"Probe again and report again!"
After dismissing the messenger, He Jin looked at the letter of challenge in his hand, and then glanced at the various princes present. "The Yellow Turban King Ming has asked our army to fight outside the North Gate tomorrow..."
"Didn't I say that the Flying Bear Army is invincible? Then let the Flying Bear Army take the lead this time."
"Just fight! There are no wimps in our Xiliang Army who are afraid of death! Your Bingzhou Army is just waiting to organize a cheerleading team to cheer us on and give our warriors a clean slate!"
"Horse washing? The knives of my Bingzhou Army are used to kill horses for meat. Don't scare the little mare from Xiliang..."
Dong Zhuo and Ding Yuan were short and fat, and the other was tall and thin. Neither of them wanted to admit defeat verbally. The rest of the generals drank tea, fearing that the spitting stars would splash on themselves. Just kidding, although the Yellow Turban Army was surrounded, why?
It is said that there are 300,000 people. Who is willing to take the lead?! Wouldn't it mean that all one's wealth will be wiped out?
"Okay! You two adults are so loyal and patriotic, it is really a blessing for me as a man! I have decided that this time I will fight the Yellow Turbans on the battlefield, with the Xiliang Army and the Bingzhou Army as the main force! You two will definitely kill the Yellow Turbans.
Don't leave any armor behind to show off the power of the Han Emperor!" He Jin strode to the middle of Dong Zhuo and Ding Yuan, patted their shoulders vigorously, and said loudly.
"Congratulations to Mr. Dong and Mr. Ding. Originally, our Lujiang Army wanted to win the jackpot, but unexpectedly we let you two take the lead. It seems that our Lujiang Army can only cheer for you..."
"The two adults are so impassioned that I, Sun Jian, feel ashamed. It's a pity that I, Jiang Dong Erlang, will not have the opportunity to make contributions this time..."
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After hearing He Jin's decision and the "heartfelt blessings" from the other princes, Dong Zhuo and Ding Yuan looked at each other and blinked for a long time. They both felt a chill at the same time, as if they had fallen into a deep pit.
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"Oops!" Suddenly Dong Zhuo's face twitched and he shouted, "Commander, I just remembered an extremely important thing. Yesterday our Xiliang army had diarrhea collectively. It must have been a trick of the Yellow Turban Thief. This...
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Seeing that Dong Zhuo had the upper hand, Ding Yuan also hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes... our Bingzhou army also suffered from vomiting and diarrhea yesterday, as if we had eaten something bad..."
"Oh? What a coincidence? But it doesn't matter. The two lords have a hundred thousand tiger and wolf troops under their command. When the time comes, they will take off their pants together on the battlefield and directly cover the yellow turban with shit. Such a heroic and unpredictable plan,
Isn't it a stroke of genius that will last forever?" He Jin said with a smile.
"But the handsome man..."
"Stop talking, there is no such thing as joking in the army!"
"Prefect Lu, aren't you trying to get a jackpot? Hey, what's wrong with you, Prefect Lu? Why did you suddenly fall asleep..."
"General Sun, you Jiangdong son..., General Sun, don't leave..."
The battle plan of the imperial army was quickly formulated. The troops defending the horse-rejecting positions in the front retreated directly, allowing the Yellow Turban Army to successfully clear the obstacles on the battlefield. In less than a day, the battlefield at the north gate of Xiangcheng was
Then they were cleared out by the Yellow Turban Army. There was also a large-scale mobilization of troops and horses in the four camps of the government and the army. At dusk on the fifth day when Xiangcheng was besieged, an extremely heavy wave suddenly emerged outside the north gate of Xiangcheng.
The murderous spirit.
"Your Highness King Ming, the battlefield at the north gate has been cleared. Please give your order!"
Qin Yang nodded, with an unusually solemn expression on his face. He glanced at the various commanders in the golden dome tent, took a deep breath, and said: "You must have known that the food and grass in Xiangcheng is only
It can last for three days. The battle between us and the army is imminent! We have no retreat. When the troops approach the city, the Yellow Turban Army is fearless, armed with swords and axes. The Yellow Turban Army never bows its head! Why? Because the will of the great virtuous teacher has long been rooted in the city.
In our hearts! We, the Yellow Turban Army, have blood, goals, and confidence! Now that the great virtuous master’s body is still cold, his spirit in heaven is watching behind us. For the sake of the righteousness of the Yellow Turbans, and for the common people in the world, we must risk our lives to protect the great virtuous master.
will!"
"Yellow Turban's righteousness! All the people in the world! Long live the great sage! Long live His Royal Highness the Yellow Turban King Ming!" The Yellow Turban canal commanders roared.
"Okay! Pass on my military order. All the elite 120,000 horse and infantry troops of the Yellow Turban Army will eat and sleep well today! The decisive battle will take place tomorrow!"
After all the Qu commanders had retreated, Qin Yang leaned back on his chair weakly and asked softly: "Commander, has the signal to Guo Jia been sent out?"
Ma Yuanyi said: "Your Highness, don't worry, the five-color beacon has been lit. I think Mr. Guo should be able to see it."
Qin Yang nodded and closed his eyes. For three days, he barely slept a wink. The upcoming war brought tremendous pressure to him. Touching the bronze bracelet on his wrist, Qin Yang silently prayed in his heart, "God bless you."
, He Jin must be completely defeated in this battle. Otherwise, the Yellow Turban Army may be destroyed..."
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