Is there really no chance? Looking at the surging army and the boundless banners, Qin Yang heard the despair in his heart. Facing 200,000 rebels, even if the two thousand personal guards were killed, it would be impossible to relent.
Victory! This is an absolute gap in strength. Will the Yellow Turban Army be submerged in the vast sea of history from now on?
At this moment, no one among the two thousand Yellow Turbans made a sound, and everyone waited with bated breath for the huge wave. Death was inevitable, and even the most ordinary Yellow Turbans soldiers understood this truth.
They are not afraid of death. All they have to do is to die in front of the Yellow Turban King. They have to sacrifice for their beliefs!
"Yellow Turban soldiers! There are no cowards in our Yellow Turban Army! Even if we die, we must die with dignity! For the sake of King Ming! For the sake of world peace! Charge!" Ma Yuanyi raised his sword high and shouted loudly.
"For King Ming! For peace in the world!" the Yellow Turban Army roared. Under the leadership of Ma Yuanyi, two thousand Yellow Turban Army actually launched a majestic charge towards hundreds of thousands of enemies!
Amid the angry roar, Qin Yang slowly closed his eyes. The people leaving him one by one were all living lives! Qin Yang couldn't bear to look at them anymore, even though these soldiers wanted to see them.
His Royal Highness Prince Ming gave his last encouragement. But Qin Yang felt that his eyes, and even his words and deeds, were destroying these living lives.
Hurry up, maybe this ending is not bad, I am a person who should have been burned to death in the fire. A wry smile appeared on Qin Yang's mouth. At this moment, he understood a lot and looked away a lot.
. He couldn't let go of those things in the past, but today he finally let them go. God has been kind to me, and I, Qin Yang, have finally experienced this feeling of being all-powerful!
"Swear to protect His Highness to the death! Long live the Yellow Turbans! Long live the Yellow Turbans!" Just when Qin Yang was filled with emotion, a roar like thunder suddenly exploded in his ears. That was definitely not the cry of the two thousand Yellow Turbans.
, this sound comes from the throats of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people!
"What's going on?" Qin Yang opened his eyes in surprise, and the scene in front of him shocked him.
Yellow! A yellow wave surging like a mountain and a sea! Screams came from everyone who made up this wave! This was an army of hundreds of thousands of people. They fell from the sky and rushed out of the north gate of Xiangcheng. One by one, they
There is a look of fanaticism in their eyes. They are not afraid of death. At this moment, they are the most brave warriors!
"Our lives were given by the Great Master, and now the Great Master has been handed over to His Highness Prince Ming. We will do whatever His Highness Prince Ming says, hehe..."
Qin Yang seemed to recall that simple face and honest laughter. That was what happened two days ago when Qin Yang personally inspected the military camp in order to show sympathy for his subordinates and adjust the military ration supply.
The Yellow Turban Army is divided into several camps of different levels according to the combat effectiveness of the army. The elite Huangtian Camp and the cavalry naturally live in the best camps and enjoy the best supplies. Others such as the Sword and Shield Camp, the Spear Camp, the Bow and Crossbow Camp, etc.
The supplies and camp were also good. But this time Qin Yang came to Houtu Camp, which had the largest number of people, the worst combat power, and the worst equipment.
The Yellow Turban Army broke out less than a year ago. In order to strengthen its military strength, it was natural to accept all those who came to join the army. As long as they could hold a sword and draw a bow, they were all incorporated into the Yellow Turban Army. And the Yellow Turban Army was large.
Some of them were from the lowest level of farmers, and the quality of the soldiers was also uneven. Those who were incorporated into the Houtu camp were almost all old, weak and disabled soldiers.
Among them, the youngest was eleven or twelve years old, and the oldest was fifty, sixty or even sixty or seventy years old. The Yellow Turban Army attacked the city all the way and was invincible, robbing wealthy businessmen and government officials of food. They also did not exceed the supply of Houtu camp.
Nothing was missing. However, there were none of the armor, weapons, and generals skilled in training soldiers.
There is no other reason. Everyone knows that good steel should be used on the blade. Although there are many people in the Houtu camp, no matter how hard you train, it will not have much effect. The reason why this organization still exists is mainly to use these people
Let's build up momentum and publicize the teachings of the Yellow Turban Army. After many rounds, by the time the Yellow Turban Army's rear camp arrived in Xiangcheng, it had grown to hundreds of thousands of people.
Qin Yang was reluctant to come to Houtu Camp to "labor the army". In Qin Yang's view, the establishment of Houtu Camp was a complete waste. Now that Xiangcheng is besieged and food and grass are scarce, if they still need to supply food and grass to Houtu Camp,
It would drag the entire Yellow Turban Army into an abyss of eternal destruction. However, in order to prevent the soldiers in Houtu Camp from causing trouble and mutiny because of lack of food and grass, Qin Yang came to Houtu Camp in person.
"It stinks!" As soon as he entered the camp of Houtuying, Qin Yang was almost choked by the strong and pungent smell in the camp. The location of Houtuying is the largest garbage dump in Xiangcheng.
, Xiangcheng is now under siege, and countless garbage has piled up like mountains around the camp. The entire Houtu Camp exudes an almost nauseating smell.
At the risk of being choked to death, Qin Yang walked into the Houtu Camp with a frown. Hearing that His Highness King Ming had arrived in person, there was a commotion in the Houtu Camp. Countless soldiers from the Houtu Camp were standing around the densely packed tents.
Standing straight, wearing the clothes they thought were the most majestic, their eyes flashed on the roadside, waiting to catch a glimpse of the Yellow Turban King Ming.
Qin Yang was walking on the road that had been cleaned up and still left puddles of turbid sewage. He looked at the ragged soldiers wearing various clothes on both sides with a stiff smile on his face. He really couldn't imagine that this was the case.
Can a group of people be called soldiers? Originally, he had some illusions about the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the legendary camp, but at this time he was completely disheartened.
"Can such a child fight?"
"Look, if that old man straightens up any more, his waist will probably break..."
"What are they wearing? Why are there still some wearing skirts..."
"Hell, what kind of weapon is that old guy fighting against? It can't be from the Qin Dynasty, right?! Look, the embroidery is still falling off!"...
The low-pitched discussions of the generals around him made Qin Yang upset. He secretly made up his mind that after this recruitment, he must completely eradicate the "cancer" of the Yellow Turban Army in Houtuying, so that only elite troops can be left in the Yellow Turban Army.
"Report to His Highness King Ming! There are a total of 157,000 officers and soldiers in the rear camp of the Yellow Turban Army. They are all here. Please give instructions to His Highness King Ming!" In the center of the rear camp, an officer missing an arm stood upright in front of Qin Yang and shouted loudly
said.
"Well! Thank you for your hard work! What's your name?" Qin Yang frowned slightly. He could see that the officer was nervous, and the officer's clothes obviously didn't fit him. His empty sleeves were blown around by the wind.
It also seems quite funny.
"My subordinate Wang Shan is currently the acting commander of Houtu Camp! Hehe..." Wang Shan's eyes lit up with excitement when he heard Qin Yang's question.
"Acting Commander?"
"Reporting to Your Highness, the original commander of our rear camp and all the officers have been transferred to the front line. His subordinate was originally just a centurion. Because his arm was broken, he stayed and became the acting commander..." Wang Shan's
There was a hint of loneliness in his words.
But soon Wang Shan became excited and said loudly: "Wang Shan and all the soldiers of Houtuying, respectfully request His Highness King Ming to give instructions. All the soldiers of Houtuying are willing to serve His Highness to the death!"
The process of inspecting and reviewing the troops was very fast, which was undoubtedly a torture for Qin Yang. Looking at the uneven queues, the old, weak, sick and disabled soldiers, Qin Yang symbolically said a few words such as "You guys
"It is the future of the Yellow Turban Army, it is the precious wealth of the Yellow Turban Army" and other morale-boosting words, and then he ran back to the big tent of Houtu camp as if running for his life.
"Wang Shan, you should know that something happened to our army's food and fodder in Xiangcheng this time, right?" Qin Yang said, trying his best to make his voice as kind as possible.
"Hey, my subordinates just found out that these officers and soldiers are very insidious..."
"No, no, no, that's not what I want to tell you..." Qin Yang waved his hand to stop Wang Shan from continuing, and said: "What I want to say is that a war is about to begin, and other battalions are the main force in the battle.
, look at the largest number of people in your back camp, can you give up the food and grass..."
Qin Yang couldn't continue talking. He felt as if he was reaching out to beg from a beggar. Originally, the food and grass supplied to Houtu Camp was not much. If it were reduced further, it would almost mean that every soldier in Houtu Camp would have to fight for even a day.
I can't even drink a bowl of porridge.
"Our lives were given by the great virtuous master, and now the great virtuous master has been handed over to His Highness Prince Ming. We will do whatever His Highness Prince Ming says, hehe..." To Qin Yang's surprise, Wang Shan was stunned for a moment.
, he laughed. There was no dissatisfaction in the honest laughter, as if Qin Yang just asked for a bowl of boiled water to be removed from a sumptuous banquet.
Qin Yang lowered his eyelids, pretending not to see the loneliness and desolation in Wang Shan's twinkling eyes. Probably because of guilt in his heart, Qin Yang reached out and took off the sword from his waist, caressed it lightly and handed it to Wang Shan.
"Thank you, Wang Shan!" Qin Yang quickly turned around and left, leaving Wang Shan standing in the tent with a gleam in his eyes...
"Defend His Highness Prince Ming to the death!" The shrill roar woke up Qin Yang who was lost in memories. He saw a one-armed man who was pale due to hunger, brandishing a sharp sword, and raised his arms high in front of the surging enemy army.
call.
Tears gradually blurred Qin Yang's vision, and he saw the arm holding the sword tightly being thrown up high in the frenzy of the rebels, and then fell down powerlessly. Wang Shan did not break his promise, and his life was finally handed over to him.
His Royal Highness Prince Ming...
Wang Shan's death did not frighten the soldiers in Houtu camp. No one could imagine how a group of tired soldiers who had eaten almost nothing for two days picked up the crude weapons in their hands and charged in without wearing any armor.
Those who went to the battlefield faced a tiger and wolf army that was no less numerous than them and was even more powerful!
The sudden appearance of Houtu Camp stunned the rebels who came to rescue them. But soon they discovered that the enemies opposite them were actually such a group of old, weak, sick and disabled. So, the rebels once again showed their ferocious minions! Face to face
The soldiers in Houtu camp and the powerful rebel army were just massacred like crazy!
The hoe was cut off, and the rusty broadsword was unable to break through the enemy's armor. The soldiers in the Houtu camp fell one after another and even fell into pieces. However, no one retreated, not even the eleven or twelve-year-old children.
Fight with the toy-like weapons in your hands until you die!
"Beasts! Don't you have a father and children?!" Tears were already streaming down his face, and Qin Yang roared crazily, almost like a roar.
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