"Crunch, crunch!..." Amidst the loud shouts of killing, the terrifying sound of winding strings sounded again. Qin Yang's heart couldn't help but start to tremble again with this undetectable sound in the noisy battlefield. It seemed as if he was in the new city at this time.
What was pulled on the city head was not the heavy bowstring, but Qin Yang's heartstrings.
Under the new city, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The general who commanded the battle has shouted his throat out. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, brave and fearless warriors, stepped on the corpses of their companions and stepped on the solidified blood without hesitation towards the city.
The head launched another charge. The severe cold in winter solidified only the blood flowing out, but everyone's hearts were already boiling with passion.
"Long live King Ming!" A majestic and powerful roar roared from the throats of all the Yellow Turbans. The charging warriors had no fear in their hearts. The day they swore an oath under the Yellow Turban banner, they had entrusted their lives to their faith and to
No matter what lies ahead is a mountain of swords, a sea of fire, or a terrifying magical crossbow, wherever the yellow scarf flag points is their destination!
The soldiers were fearless, but Qin Yang's heart was trembling. From what he heard to what he saw with his own eyes, they were completely different concepts. When the fifty huge iron boxes placed at the top of the new city began to show their fangs,
Qin Yang was shocked.
Swift, sharp, and a weapon made for killing! This was Qin Yang’s first impression of the divine machine crossbow. In this era of cold weapons, it can continuously fire twenty armor-piercing arrows one and a half meters long. Each arrow
A weapon that can penetrate four to five soldiers continuously is simply a terrifying nightmare for the entire war.
Facing the Yellow Turban Army rushing in like a tidal wave, Peng Tuo's eyes were grim. Fifty magical crossbows and a thousand armor-piercing arrows flashed with cold murderous intent in the dim light of dawn.
"God's crossbow, free fire! Release!" Peng Tuo's voice was like a call from hell. "Boom, boom." The sound of the bow string being launched suddenly sounded at the top of the city. As the huge iron box rotated slightly, twenty crossbows were fired.
The armored arrow instantly covered the fan-shaped area in front of him.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The roaring black sky instantly blocked the dim light of dawn. The soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army rushing at the front only felt the heart-stopping cold wind of the Nine Netherworld, without pain or fear.
In just an instant, their vivid lives bid farewell to the world they care about forever.
One round of attacks, rivers of blood flowed. As the steel monster roared, nearly two thousand of the bravest Yellow Turban warriors were killed! This price was too heavy for Qin Yang to accept. Two thousand warriors and nearly two thousand living lives were ruthlessly devoured.
And not long ago, they were still shouting "Long live King Ming!" They were still looking forward to His Highness the Yellow Turban King Ming to lead them to victory and glory.
"Continue to attack!" Qin Yang pursed his lips, as if this cold and almost emotionless voice did not come from his mouth. He hated his ruthlessness. His order directly turned thousands of people loyal to him and loyal to the Yellow Turban
The soldiers with the military banner were sent to the scythe of death. But Qin Yang had no other way. War requires bloodshed, just to see whether the blood shed is worth it!
"Charge forward! Capture the new city! Long live King Ming! Long live the Yellow Turban!" Zhou Cang, who was in charge of the siege, spat hard after seeing the military flag waving, casually tore off his armor and roared angrily. The military order is mine.
Fate! Huang Tianying’s highest will!
"Take the new city! Long live King Ming! Long live Huang Tianying!" The soldiers of Huang Tianying followed Zhou Cang and tore off their armor, their swords were like a forest, and their blood was like the sea. Even their flesh and blood bodies must break through the arrow net compiled by the god of death!
"Thunderbolt car, launch!"
The Yellow Turban Army's rear formation, with a "rumbling" roaring sound, boulders like flying fireballs hit the city head hard. This is the only weapon of the Yellow Turban Army that can cause damage to the enemy, even if this weapon can damage the people on the city.
The damage to the steel monsters was minimal, but it consumed all the anger of the 80,000 soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army!
"Cring the divine machine crossbow! Archers release arrows!" Peng Tuo pointed the spear in his hand, his voice cold and ruthless. He knew what kind of army he was facing. Compared with Huang Long and Huang Shao's troops, although there were only three
The Huangtianying soldiers numbered ten thousand, but they were more terrifying than any opponent! Huangtianying was the soul of the Yellow Turban Army. If he had a choice, Peng Tuo would rather face the 100,000 imperial army.
"Kill! Cut up those scrap metals for me! Revenge for the brothers!" Zhou Cang roared, and the dense rain of arrows could not stop the brave steps of the warrior. When the divine machine crossbow was re-cocked, the Yellow Turban Army had already rushed to the foot of the new city.
"Avenge the brothers! Long live King Ming!" the shirtless warriors roared, and the soldiers of Huangtianying, who were ready to die, used their actual actions to prove the glory of Huangtianying. High ladders were erected and firmly placed under the walls of the new city.
With incomparable hatred and anger, the soldiers of Huangtian Camp rushed to the city.
"God's Crossbow, fire! Hold on to the top of the city and kill those who retreat! Long live the Yellow Turban! Long live the Holy Maiden!" Peng Tuo raised his arms and shouted, raising the spear in his hand high. Above the city, a thousand warlords pulled out the cold weapons in their hands.
of sword.
"Swear to kill Qin Yang! Long live the Saint! Long live the Yellow Turban!" The Baibo army also went crazy, the crossbows roared mercilessly, the archers drew arrows wildly and drew their bows, and the infantry guarding the city drew their swords and slashed wildly. Both sides shouted.
With the same slogans, the same fearlessness of death, and the same killing intent. The fighting spirit flooded the entire city, and this small city on the bank of the Han River was ruthlessly devouring thousands of lives.
"Long live the Yellow Turbans? They also believe in the Yellow Turbans..." Looking at the fighting on the battlefield, Qin Yang's mouth twitched slightly. Under the same belief and under the same flag, the soldiers who should be like brothers are fighting for each other.
They may have brothers or relatives among them, but the ruthless war caused them to kill each other and splash blood on the battlefield.
"Your Highness, the Baibo Army has been deceived. Only His Highness Prince Ming is the orthodox Yellow Turban in the world." Ma Yuanyi saw Qin Yang's wavering, but this was war and there was no room for mercy.
"I know..." Qin Yang nodded silently, with a trace of tiredness in his eyes. He was different from what Ma Yuanyi and others thought. The Yellow Turban Army was Zhang Jiao's decades of hard work and the hope Zhang Jiao left for him. If
The Yellow Turban Army exhausted them in the civil war, and Qin Yang felt distressed.
"Instruct Zhou Cang that if the new city cannot be taken within an hour, the troops will withdraw and besiege the city." Qin Yang wrapped his cloak around him. For some reason, he felt that the cold wind today was particularly biting.
"Your Highness, if we try our best, they will suffer heavy losses even if they fail to capture the new city..." Ma Yuanyi frowned and advised. After all, the Yellow Turban Army has the upper hand at this moment, and if they give up, they will probably lose their success.
"Commander, don't forget that we are all the Yellow Turban Army. The great sage and good master will definitely not want to see what happened today." Qin Yang did not look back, and there was a trace of exhaustion in his voice.
"We are all Yellow Turban Army..." Ma Yuanyi was stunned for a moment, muttering Qin Yang's words in a low voice. Looking at Qin Yang, his eyes flashed with complex light, and he felt the change in Qin Yang.
A young man who was neither a fighter nor a fighter grew up to be a commander in charge of the three armies. Qin Yang unknowingly got closer to the great sage he was. Perhaps even Qin Yang himself didn’t know that every step he took
Every step of the way, we are moving forward with the goal of opening up the angle.
"Your Highness is right, the military advisor gives the order." Zhang Baiqi patted Ma Yuanyi on the shoulder.
In Nanxiang City, Zhang Yan gently wiped the iron gun placed on his knees. The shocking scars on the iron gun recorded the proud battles its owner had experienced.
"Report to Commander Qu! Qin Yang's army has begun to launch a fierce attack on the new city. The offensive momentum is extremely fierce. General Peng Tuo has set off a smoke signal!..."
"Okay! Go and invite the military advisor and give orders to the three armies to prepare generals for the expedition!" Zhang Baiqi stood up and gave the order loudly.
"Yes..." The messenger seemed to be hesitant.
"What else?"
"Reporting to Commander Qu, traces of the Yellow Turban Army were found on the route from the Han River to the new city. The flag should be the rear camp of the Yellow Turban Army."
"Houtu Camp?" Zhang Yan raised her eyebrows, with a disdainful sneer on her lips. Everyone in the Yellow Turban Army knew the name of Houtu Camp. Although the Tuying made meritorious service after the Battle of Xiangcheng, it was short-lived after the battle with the rebels.
After a short period of contact, nearly 30,000 soldiers were lost, which shows their combat power.
"Ma Yuanyi is careful in his use of troops. The rear camp must be placed in the rear to prevent sneak attacks. However, how can the old and weak soldiers in the rear camp stop our Heishan iron hoof? He ordered the three armies to set off as a whole, and the rear camp will be used.
Blood, sacrifice the flag for our army!" Zhang Yan gently stroked the iron gun in his hand, with a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.
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