"Ding--" This is the sound of weapons hitting."

"Puff--" This is the sound of a spear piercing the wooden shield.

"Swish--" This is the sound of weapons piercing through the flesh and blood body.

"Ah..." This is the wailing of the soldiers of the two armies before their death.

"Bang--!" This is the sound of a warm body falling down from the city wall and hitting heavily on the ground below the city.

At this moment, the city walls of the western section of Guangzong have become the most tragic hell in the world. For their own beliefs, the soldiers of the Northern Army Infantry Battalion and the Yellow Turban soldiers of Guangzong fought desperately here. Compared with the tragic scene at this moment, the battles faced by the Yellow Turban Army in the past few times seemed like a joke.

[…]

Standing on the city tower, you have to command the war, and Zhang Huang's mood was very complicated.

I remember that when he first joined Taiping Road, the purpose of the Yellow Turban Army was just to take advantage of the situation and to revenge the fifth palace Yuan in the future. Therefore, the Yellow Turban Army should be just a tool for Zhang Huang to avenge him. But for some reason, seeing the Yellow Turban Army soldiers guarding their defense line desperately, and at the cost of their own lives, they also pulled the Northern Army infantry opposite to the Huangquan, Zhang Huang's heart was tightened, and a heavy feeling of stagnation that was different from the pressure of the strong was heavily shrouded in his heart.

Zhang Huang could not remember the Yellow Turban soldiers who respected him "Little Heavenly Master" and called him "Little Heavenly Master" at all, and could not even remember their appearance. However, it was these brave Yellow Turban Warriors who rushed to the front line of the battlefield at this time, regarding his orders as iron laws, fighting to the death without retreating, even if they sacrificed their lives for it.

"The casualties...Geometry?"

Zhang Huang suddenly opened his mouth and asked, his voice a little hoarse.

Yang Feng assisted Zhang Huang in investigating the battlefield situation, because Guo Tai and Zhang Yan, two "generals" who were deeply appreciated and trusted by Zhang Huang, were supervising battles at both ends of the West City Wall. After all, Zhang Huang alone may ignore the emergencies on the battlefield. At this time, Guo Tai and Zhang Yan can order the Yellow Turban generals in charge of their respective areas in the name of "chief coach and deputy generals".

"Ah?...uh?" Yang Feng suddenly looked up when he heard this. At this time, he was sitting on the table and painstakingly recording the messages sent by the generals in charge of various regions from time to time. It was mainly based on the casualties between the enemy and us, so as to facilitate the commander to understand the situation of the battle at any time and to facilitate the addition of reinforcements.

"Return... back to the Little Heavenly Master, our army has more than 6,000 injured, and there are estimated to be more than 3,700 soldiers killed..."

After some calculations, Yang Feng asked quickly.

[Over six thousand? 3700 killed?]

Zhang Huang's eyes opened slightly when he heard this, and he felt upset. Because this means that at least 3,700 Yellow Turban Brothers who once called him the little Tianshi had closed their eyes forever, no longer knowing what cold and heat were, nor can they see the rising sun when tomorrow rises.

"Where is the Northern Army?" Zhang Huang asked expressionlessly. His hands tightly pinched the polished stone bricks on the city wall, and his knuckles turned white but he still didn't know it.

"More than two thousand..." Maybe she noticed something, Yang Feng's tone when he replied was very light, as if he was afraid that Zhang Huang would be furious after learning about the casualties.

Yes, I was furious. The premise was to change the battlefield.

Zhang Huang may not understand the military tactics interpreted in the military books such as "ten will surround it, five will attack it, and twice will be divided", but he knew that almost any siege of the city will suffer a large loss, and the casualties ratio can reach one to ten. But at present, the Yellow Turban Army guarding the city will use the lives of a soldier to exchange the lives of ten Northern Army infantry, and they cannot even change one. According to the data given by Yang Feng, the final ratio is actually three to one, and almost three Yellow Turban soldiers guarding the city will barely replace the lives of a Northern Army soldier who killed the city. The battle loss ratio is completely reversed.

fear……

horrible!

This was Zhang Huang's first reaction after drawing the conclusion. He was indeed frightened by the terrifying combat power of the Northern Army. You must know that the Northern Army only dispatched two battalions, infantry battalions and Shooting Battalions, with less than 10,000 people. Because the rest of the cavalry camps, Changshui camps and Yue cavalry camps were cavalry, they were only eyeing the city walls at the moment. On the other hand, Zhang Huang used 30,000 soldiers in one breath.

It is clearly the defending party of the city and has an absolute advantage in number, but the final result is only a barely equal to the Northern Army. How can Zhang Huang not be shocked or feared like this Northern Army, which has powerful and terrifying combat power?

[No wonder even Uncle Dong has to find ways to "clear" the Northern Army...]

At this moment, Zhang Huang finally understood what Dong Zhuo and Li Ru were thinking.

Regarding this, Zhang Huang knew very well that Dong Zhuo and Li Ru did not help him for free. To put it bluntly, Dong Zhuo and Li Ru just thought they could not control the powerful force that was difficult to control. They did not want to be blocked by this powerful army when they planned in the future. Therefore, they took advantage of the opportunity given by heaven and the hands of Zhang Huang and the Yellow Turbans of Guangzong under his command to take the lead in eradicating the Northern Army, and even if they were not helping, they would destroy it. After all, Dong Zhuo has always been fertile with the ambition to take charge of the power of the court, and was eager to taste the taste of the position of "below one person, above ten thousand people".

Time slowly faded, and with the disappearance of the lives of the soldiers on both sides on the battlefield, it faded together.

Gradually, the gap between the casualties between the two armies became increasingly larger, and the casualties ratio between the Yellow Turban soldiers and the Northern Army infantry gradually moved closer to four-to-one from the initial three-to-one, and soon reached five-to-one.

This is due to rotation.

Because of the absolute advantage in number, Zhang Huang naturally would not be so stupid as to send 30,000 soldiers to fight the Northern Army infantry opposite. Every half an hour, he would order the defensive soldiers on the city wall to gradually change to ensure that every Yellow Turban soldier on the city wall has sufficient physical strength, which is called rotation. After all, when the individual soldiers are far inferior to the other side, if the physical strength of the soldiers can no longer be guaranteed, the walls of Guangzong City will sooner or later be captured by the Northern Army infantry.

But there are also problems with rotation, because except for the initially about 30,000 Yellow Turban soldiers who were originally in Pingxiang, the rest of the replacement were recruited by Zhang Niujiao and Zhang Bao after learning about Zhang Huang's petition. Although they had undergone a series of intensive training by the generals deployed by Zhang Huang, they were still not considered veterans who could perform well on the battlefield. To put it bluntly, these new soldiers in front of the Northern Army were purely cannon fodder, just to consume the physical fitness of the Northern Army infantry, or to use their bodies to resist the flesh and blood barriers of the opponent's attack on the city wall.

Listening to the recruits who had not been training for a long time, they screamed and fell down the city wall. Zhang Huang's heart was extremely heavy. He couldn't help but feel guilty. After all, it was him who gave the order to defend the city wall to those Yellow Turban recruits who regarded him as iron law. In the face of the indestructible attack momentum of the Northern Army infantry, Zhang Huang's order was tantamount to letting the recruits go to death.

But Zhang Huang had no choice because he knew very well that the only advantage of his Yellow Turban Army was the human sea tactics, which consumed the physical energy of the Northern Army infantry at the cost of sacrificing several times or even dozens of times the lives of soldiers so that he could eventually kill them.

Zhang Huang understood this principle, however, human life is not a simple arithmetic. You should know that the "one" in the calculation represents a living life, a veteran who either looks at Zhang Huang with a smile, or is shy and dares not look up, but dares to watch Zhang Huang from a distance.

"Clang!"

Under the astonished gaze of the Yellow Turban soldiers on the city tower, Zhang Huang suddenly pulled out the sword in the hand of the guard beside him.

But just as he was holding the sword and preparing to make a difference, he suddenly heard a low voice coming from beside him.

"It's easier for me to kill those Northern Army infantry. Since that's the case, why don't you go into battle yourself? Killing one Northern Army infantry can kill at least three or five brothers... Do you think so?" At some point, Yan Lei, who was pretended by General Zhang Liang, had come to Zhang Huang's side. While blocking Zhang Huang's way, he asked slowly in a low tone.

"..." Zhang Huang opened his mouth in surprise, because his thoughts were completely seen through by Zhang Liang at this moment.

"In fact, what you think is a mistake." Zhang Liang glanced at Zhang Huang. Zhang Liang turned his eyes to the battlefield again and said calmly, "The general is the soul of a military army! It is the same as the military flag! ... If there is a difference, there is only one thing. The military flag is a dead object, while the commander is a living object... As you think in your heart, it is just the courage of an ordinary man at best, but he abandons the duties that he really must perform."

"The duty that must be fulfilled?...what is that?" Zhang Huang looked at Zhang Liang in surprise.

"..." Zhang Liang did not answer directly. After staring at the battlefield for a long time, he slowly said, "General, general, soldiers, soldiers, and soldiers bravely kill the enemy!"

Zhang Huang was stunned when he heard this. After thinking for a while, he realized what Zhang Liang meant. The latter was reminding him that the responsibility of the general was to "general and soldiers", that is, to command soldiers and command soldiers and fight bravely, and to fight bravely to fight the enemy, that should be the responsibility of soldiers and bravery.

Thinking of this, Zhang Huang frowned and asked, "Master generals, soldiers, should not kill the enemy?" He asked Zhang Liang back, could the generals go on battle and kill the enemy in person?

As if he noticed the displeasure in Zhang Huang's words, Zhang Liang smiled faintly and continued to say indifferently, "Power soldiers first, then think about others. He has never led soldiers to kill the enemy with his own strength... Are you a soldier? Is he the commander?"

Zhang Huang was slightly stunned when he heard this, because Zhang Liang could understand it clearly: You should perform your duties as a general and then think about other things. You can't even do your own job well, and try to save your disadvantages by yourself. Are you the head coach or the soldier?

"But……"

Seeing that Zhang Huang still couldn't figure it out, Zhang Liang shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "Now, my Guangzong has 150,000 soldiers, but the commander is only one. If you abandon everything and go to fight in person, then our army will have one more courage, which is 150,000 and one more. If the commander can motivate the soldiers and make the soldiers under his command forget their orders to fight, and one person is used as two people, then our army will have 300,000 troops and one commander... Which is more important, 150,000 or 300,000?"

"..." Zhang Huang opened his mouth, but he was speechless and convinced.

Although Zhang Liang's words are more idealistic, it is undeniable that the truth he said is accurate. Even if Zhang Huang is added, it is only 150,000 Yellow Turban soldiers in Guangzong City, which is only 150,000,000, which will not play a significant role in the battle situation. Can the battlefield of 150,000 people not decide the victory or defeat? One more person can decide? A big joke!

On the other hand, if Zhang Huang could fulfill his duties as the head coach and inspire the morale and fighting spirit of his soldiers, then the 150,000 Yellow Turban soldiers would explode, which would be much stronger than the ten Zhang Huang and hundreds of Zhang Huang.

Zhang Huang had originally understood this principle, but as the saying goes, understanding does not mean understanding. If it weren't for Zhang Liang's reminder, he would probably find it difficult to wake up.

[This guy…]

Zhang Huang looked at the general Zhang Liang, who pretended to be Yan Lei, with a strange look, and handed the sword in his hand to the guard. Then he walked silently towards the war drum placed on the city wall, lifted up his sleeves, held the drumsticks, and hit them hard.

During this scene, many Yellow Turban soldiers on the city wall were stunned.

[The little Tianshi...was someone preached?]

[Who is that general?]

[Good...so amazing!]

The Yellow Turban soldiers looked at each other and looked at Zhang Liang with different eyes. After all, now that Zhang Huang is becoming more and more popular, the people in the Yellow Turban Army who can preach Zhang Huang will not add up to one hand. This time, how dare a general teach the little Tianshi?

"It seems to be General Yan Lei..."

"Well, it's General Yan Lei..."

After some whispers, the nearby Yellow Turbans looked at Zhang Liang with admiration. I believe that after this battle, Yan Lei, one of the eight Yellow Turbans in Yuanping Township, will be resounding throughout the Guangzong Yellow Turbans.

In response to this, Zhang Liang's expression was still calm. But if you look closely, it is not difficult to see his slightly frown brows and a few faint annoyance in his eyes.

[Oh no, I saw that the boy was confused and asked him a few words, as if he had noticed it...]

Recalling the strange expression when Zhang Huang looked at him just now, Zhang Liang sighed lightly, for some reason, feeling a little guilty.

At this time, Zhang Huang did not have time to think about the strangeness of "Yan Lei", and he forgot to beat the war drum, trying to cover the entire battlefield.

"Dongdong-!Dongdong-!Dongdong-!Dongdong-!"

At the city wall not far away, Zhang Huang's deputy general Zhang Yan couldn't help frowning when he heard the sound of the war drum. After all, when the two armies were fighting, the war drums were not easy to beat. They were usually used as a means to inspire the morale of the soldiers when they were in contact with the enemy or attacking the entire army. At this time, the Yellow Turban of Guangzong was still stalemate with the Northern Army infantry. It is hard to say who is more above. At this time, the war drums were not only different from the beat and not beat, but also made the soldiers on their side unhappy and affected the battle.

"Who is so unaware of the rules?!"

Zhang Yan asked angrily.

Seeing Zhang Yan, the deputy general of the head coach, get angry, the Yellow Turban soldiers immediately went to the city tower to investigate. After a moment, they told Zhang Yan the truth in surprise and incredible.

"Yes... it's the little Tianshi! It's the little Tianshi who is beating the drums himself!"

"What?" Zhang Yan was moved by this. He was quick-minded and his eyes rolled, and he raised his arms and shouted loudly, "Brothers, can you hear the sound of the war drums from the direction of the city tower? That is the little Tianshi... it is the little Tianshi personally bracing the drums for us!"

The soldiers nearby were stunned when they heard this, but Zhang Yan believed that in the next breath, the soldiers on his side would burst into an unimaginable cry.

He guessed it right, but he also guessed it wrong, because the Yellow Turban soldiers on the Guangzong wall did burst out with a deafening cry of joy, but the first sound did not sound from him, but on the other side, near the section of the city wall under the charge of another head coach, Guo Tai.

But after the next breath, the Yellow Turban soldiers on Zhang Yan's side also reacted, raised their arms and shouted, and let out a cry of joy that seemed to be a roar.

It’s a pity that for some reason, Zhang Yan felt a sense of regret and shock as if she had failed.

[That guy... how could he be faster than me? Could it be because of the speed of the transmission of soldiers? Or... that guy guessed the little Tianshi himself who beat the drum at the beginning?]

"Guo Tai..." Zhang Yan turned his head and looked at the direction of the city wall that Guo Tai was responsible for, muttering. At first, he heard that Guo Tai and coach Zhang Huang had a very tacit understanding and could be said to be in harmony. Zhang Yan was not convinced at first, but this scene in front of him forced him to believe it. After all, Guo Tai was indeed one step ahead of him. You must know that this step means leading in many cases, and one step ahead, one step ahead.

Look, Zhang Yan heard Guo Tai's loud voice with a black head.

"Brothers! There is a little Tianshi who personally beats the drums and cheers for us. Are you still afraid of mere North Army dog ​​thieves? Counterattack! Kill all North Army dogs!"

"Whoa whoa--!!"

The Yellow Turban soldiers on that section of the city wall burst out again with a deafening cry, and their morale burst out instantly.

"..." Zhang Yan smacked her lips helplessly. If Guo Tai had not shouted, he would be happy to shout like this. But since Guo Tai had already shouted, he was embarrassed to be shameless and pick up people's wisdom. This was related to his self-esteem.

"Kill--!!" In the end, Zhang Yan only spitted out such a word in her mouth.

But then again, with Zhang Huang beating the drum himself, no matter what Zhang Yan said, it would ignite the morale of the soldiers.

Now, nearly 30,000 Yellow Turban soldiers on the city wall have changed their weakness after seeing the terrifying strength of the Northern Army. They have rarely shown an overwhelming momentum and held the city wall. If the Northern Army infantry battalion could still kill the city wall before they even stepped onto the city wall, then the Northern Army soldiers would be killed by the rising Yellow Turban soldiers before they even stepped onto the city wall. Even some fanatical Yellow Turban soldiers saw the enemy soldiers stepping onto the wall, and they bumped into the head regardless of their lives, hugged the other party's waist tightly, fell to the city together, and fell to death together.

Tens of thousands of corpses were piled up under Guangzong City, and they were piled up higher and higher, overwhelming and overwhelming. In the end, the infantry battalion of the Northern Army no longer needed to use ladders. They could only trample on the corpse and climb the city wall. Of course, the premise was that they could defend their disadvantages in front of the Yellow Turban soldiers with a huge morale.

"What...what's going on?"

Seeing such a change, Liu Jiang, the Northern Army infantry captain who was commanding the battle on the front line, changed his expression.

At the same time, Dong Zhuo and Li Ru, who were watching the battle near the Northern Army's main formation, also showed a little surprise in their eyes. After looking at each other, they smiled tacitly.
Chapter completed!