The next day at dawn, after the Yellow Turban Camp was buried in the pot and made rice, the commander Bo Cai ordered Sun Ding and Zhou Guang to lead 10,000 troops to guard the camp, and he personally led 60,000 troops to Changshe to make an siege.

Upon hearing the news, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun hurriedly climbed the city tower and watched the Yellow Turban Army outside the city. They saw the 60,000 Yellow Turban Army connecting the sky and the earth, surging like waves at first glance.

Looking at the Yellow Turban's hand-flying flag, Huangfu Song held the city wall with his hand and said sadly, "Bocai finally couldn't wait..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Jun beside him frowned and said, "I don't think so!" After that, he raised his hand and pointed to the Yellow Turban Formation. He saw that there was a big flag next to the "Bo" flag, and wrote the four words "General of the Earth".

"So that's it," Huangfu Song nodded relievedly, stroked his beard and chuckled, "I'm afraid the thief's first thief Zhang Jiao was not in good shape against Lu Zhonglang in Guangzong, so he sent his brother here to ask Bo Cai to lead his army to join him. No wonder Bo Cai was so anxious to conquer Changshe, so that we would cut off his retreat and make him attacked from both sides..."

"I'm afraid that's the case!" Zhu Jun nodded and then looked at the Yellow Turbans outside the city and sighed sadly, "I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle today!"

"Um!"

While these two veterans were talking, Changshe City was full of soldiers guarding the city, holding bows and crossbows, ready to go.

On the other side, Bo Cai rode his horse to the front, looked at the towering and solid city wall of Changshe, and looked back at the soldiers under his command, with a little sadness in his eyes.

"Master, everything is ready. Please give orders!" General Ma Ming rode his horse to Bo Cai and said with his fists.

"Um!"

Bo nodded, slowly raised his right hand holding the whip, then waved it down heavily, shouting sternly, "The whole army obeys the order and attacks the city!"

As soon as the words finished, the horns were blowing and the drums were heard.

As the vanguard, the three thousand Yellow Turban soldiers rushed towards Changshe with a cloud ladder. Because of the lack of siege equipment, the cloud ladder was almost the only means used by the Yellow Turban Army to attack the city.

"Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow!" the general of the defending army shouted.

Thousands of soldiers guarding the city pulled their bows together and shot at the Yellow Turbans under the city. The poor yellow Turban soldiers had no way to hide because they were carrying the ladder.

For a moment, arrows were raining on the city, and countless people were caught in the Yellow Turban under the city, and wailing sounds were heard.

"Second Team! Go!" The Yellow Turban General Yu Miao sat on the horse and waved his sword and pointed forward.

The subsequent Yellow Turban soldiers took the ladder from their fallen compatriots, resisted on their shoulders, and yelled and rushed towards the Changshe Wall again.

"Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow!" The defending generals in Changshe City shouted with great silence.

In the Yellow Turban Army, watching the soldiers under his command fall under the arrows of the official army one after another, Bo gritted his teeth and squeezed the whip in his hand tightly.

Siege is a war that Bocai tried hard to avoid, because most of the Yellow Turban Army was composed of desperate people and did not have any well-trained official troops. What's worse is that the Yellow Turban Army was seriously insufficient. Not only did it lack large-scale siege equipment, but even the most basic crossbows were very lacking, [100,000 Yellow Turbans and 100,000 infantry], which is enough to show the Yellow Turban Army's embarrassment in military equipment.

Just like now, although the Yellow Turban is a siege, it is suppressed by the crossbowmen of Changshe. The path of the Yellow Turban soldiers to advance is almost entirely paved with human lives, which is the gap in arms.

Although he had already expected it, Bo Chua couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"If I had three thousand archers... three thousand... no, even two thousand..."

In just one stick of incense, the Yellow Turban Army had lost nearly 4,000 people, but there was almost no loss in Changshe City. The gap in military supplies led to countless Yellow Turban soldiers' deaths in vain.

But even so, the Yellow Turban soldiers' attacks did not weaken at all. Tongze's death in battle stimulated their blood. They roared and rushed to the city of Changshe in the rain of arrows.

"Everything!" Several ladders have already built on the city wall.

Faced with the excellent equipment of the official army, the Yellow Turban soldiers only rely on that passion.

"Push down, push down!"

"Drizzle the tincture oil! Drizzle the tincture oil!" The generals in the city shouted and hissed.

"Huh! Huh!"

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen cloud ladders burned violently. At first glance, the yellow turban soldiers covered in flames fell down from the city tower, either burned to death, or trampled to death by the riots, which was a terrible sight.

However, the Yellow Turban offensive became more and more fierce, and several people even forced themselves to climb the city tower and fought with the city-guarding officials.

There is no excellent equipment or sufficient food, but they have absolute loyalty to the great wise and good teacher Zhang Jiao and their beautiful expectations for a peaceful and prosperous future. So that these simple people are willing to put down their plows, pick up weapons, and willingly create a peaceful and prosperous era in the words of the great wise and good teacher Zhang Jiao at the cost of their lives. This fanaticism has made the well-trained official troops in various places popular and frightened.

This is the [Yellow Turban], which almost overwhelms the troops from all over the world today!

"Like a wolf and a tiger, like a wolf and a tiger!" Looking at the Yellow Turban rushing towards Changshe without fear of life and death, Huangfu Song couldn't help but be moved by it, holding the city wall with his hand and whispered, "If Zhang Jiao is not eliminated, the world will be in peace and the country will be in peace!"

"Dongdong!"

The second drum in the Yellow Turban Formation sounded, and the attack of the Yellow Turban soldiers became more and more fierce, and they all fought to the death. On the other hand, the soldiers guarding the city had a look of earth and retreated step by step.

The great Han official army was defeated by a mere rebel?!

Huangfu Song was furious and walked quickly to the sergeant drum on the city, snatched the drumsticks from the drumbeat soldiers, and shouted loudly, "The army fights hard, and those who kill thieves will be rewarded with great rewards! Those who kill thieves will be rewarded with great rewards; those who kill thieves will be rewarded with great rewards; those who kill thieves will be rewarded with great rewards; those who kill thieves will be rewarded with great rewards; those who kill thieves will be rewarded with great rewards; those who kill thieves will be rewarded with great rewards, and those who kill thieves will be promoted to the lieutenant!"

As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under heavy rewards. After hearing Huangfu Song's shout, he saw the coach himself beat drums and cheering. The courage of the soldiers guarding the city increased and their morale was greatly boosted. He actually pushed down the front line where the Yellow Turban Army had already attacked the city wall.

For a time, the city wall became the main battlefield for the two armies to fight. They fought and each other did not give in. In just one incense stick, the city wall was filled with corpses.

From a distance, his soldiers had already attacked the city wall. Zhang Bao looked happy and couldn't help laughing, but Bo Cai couldn't squeeze out a smile.

The 20,000 soldiers in the front battalion, which acted as the vanguard, had already suffered almost all casualties. Even the two soldiers in the left and right battalions who went to support were now more than half of them. In addition to the rear battalion and the central army that had not been mobilized, the Yellow Turban had lost more than 20,000 people in just one hour, of which nearly 10,000 soldiers died under crossbows, rolling stones, wood, and tinder oil...

"Such a serious casualty..." Bo Cai's face turned pale as he squeezed his horse whip tightly.

Zhang Bao seemed not to notice Bo Cai's expression, and looked at the Changshe City in the distance with a laugh. Suddenly, he seemed to have noticed something. The smile on his face gradually closed. Beside him, Bo Cai suddenly raised his head, and the eyes looking at Changshe were filled with sharp expressions...

At the same time, as a member of the soldiers of the rear army, Chen Mo was holding an iron spear and staring at the fierce battlefield in the distance.

He had never experienced such a thrilling battlefield and had seen tens of thousands of people fighting with his own eyes, which made him feel shocked.

Looking at his soldiers attacking the Changshe City Wall without fear of life and death, even without any motivation, he couldn't help but feel excited because of the crazy fanaticism.

"This is the battlefield..."

Although I had seen the so-called battlefield a few days ago, compared with the fierce siege battle, the battle in the previous few days was nothing. The suffocating smell of blood that permeated the entire battlefield seemed to ignite the deepest and most primitive desire in a person's heart.

Killing...

Chen Mo couldn't help swallowing because he felt his whole body was hot like a burning fire. Somehow, he suddenly felt a little scared.

It’s not because of death, but because of the crazy aura that permeates the entire battlefield.

Kill, kill!

Countless voices seemed to sound in Chen Mo's ears.

What is that? Audit hallucination?

Chen Mo subconsciously shook his head, but the strange sound could not be gone.

It seemed as if the entire battlefield was filled with this sound.

Chen Mo vaguely felt that the Yellow Turban soldiers beside him seemed to have become strange, showing their fierce eyes as if they were swallowed by the crazy atmosphere on the battlefield, and even himself...

Suddenly, Chen Mo felt that his shoulder was being patted.

"Xiao Mo!"

Chen Mo was shocked suddenly and looked up suddenly, but saw Zhou Cang looking at him with confusion, then looked at the other soldiers, where was the fierce look he had seen just now.

Are you hallucinating? The suppressed atmosphere on the battlefield made me hallucinate...

No, it was not the suppressed atmosphere on the battlefield, but the madness of the Yellow Turban soldiers on their side, their firm belief in the great wise and good teachers who could lead them to conquer Luoyang and destroy the Han Dynasty, and their fanaticism that they would spare no effort even if they sacrificed their lives for this!

Is this the Yellow Turban?

The Yellow Turban mentioned in a history textbook?!

When he first entered the Yellow Turban Army camp, Chen Mo was very reserved. After all, in textbooks, the Yellow Turban Army was a group of thieves, but after learning about it, Chen Mo found that it was not the case at all.

The Yellow Turbans are now, no, they should be said to be the Yingchuan Yellow Turbans led by the commander Bo Cai. This is an army that will never rob the people's food even if the army is short of food. On the contrary, the deeds of the Han Dynasty are full of negative information.

The only explanation is that officials force the people to rebel.

The Yellow Turban is just an army composed of some small people at the bottom of society. Although it is notorious for the [thief], in Chen Mo's opinion, it is much more friendly than the Han army, which knows nothing and has no emotional bonds. Although there are some speculative villains in the army, Chen Mo hopes that the Yellow Turban can win in this battle.

The current great man is a corrupt dynasty. If it can be overthrown...

No, that's OK!

In order to destroy the tyrants and create a new dynasty, countless Yellow Turban soldiers had already fallen on their way to the enemy. However, even with such huge casualties, the subsequent soldiers did not show any hesitation. They stepped over Tongze's corpse, picked up Tongze's weapons, and rushed into the arrow like a rainstorm without hesitation. How could such an army be defeated?

If you can't stop alone, this war will be won, and the Yellow Turbans will conquer the Changshe!

I heard from the soldiers in the camp that after conquering Changshe, the only barrier for the Han Dynasty to defend Luoyang's hinterland was Hulao Pass. Once Hulao Pass fell, Luoyang City alone could not stop the millions of Yellow Turban troops from all over the country!

but……

Why, the Yellow Turbans were defeated in history? Not only did they not destroy the Han Dynasty, but they did not even conquer the Chief Society.

It's impossible, such an army cannot lose!

Suddenly, an electric current seemed to pass through Chen Mo's heart, stimulating his whole body trembled.

What is that?

What exactly was the feeling just now?

That kind of premonition that seems to be about to happen, an unknown premonition...

Looking at the direction of Changshe City intently, Chen Mo trembled for no reason.

Somehow, a very wonderful feeling came from his heart, and his subconscious told him that everything about to happen in front of him was the turning point of history, the beginning of the Yellow Turban's decline from prosperity...

"Attack! Attack!"

"The government army retreated, brothers, kill me!"
To be continued...