From Chen hour to You hour, six hours have passed, six hours have passed, six hours have been fighting tirelessly for six hours, and the men have been hungry and exhausted.

Zhu Jun and Wang Li arranged the troops and quietly came to the top of the mountain.

The so-called mountain is only 180 meters high, only two or three miles away from the battlefield. The cavalry of the Yellow Turbans on the east road were wiped out in the battle, and the Yellow Turbans followed him. Looking down from the mountain, it was a tragic situation.

As the sun sets westward, a bleak and beautiful sun spreads across the field.

There was no one standing on the endless field, lying on numerous corpses and wailing wounded soldiers, broken limbs, broken blades, and abandoned swords, sprinkled all over the field, like a gray sculpture left on the field.

Several hawks hovered back and forth in the sky, and with a sudden "harsh" sound, spreading their wings more than one meter long fell rapidly from the air. They spread their sharp beaks and picked up an arm, and disappeared from the edge of the mountain with their thighs waving their wings.

Several groups of hungry wolves and wild dogs flew back and forth in the field, fighting each other for a thigh or a broken arm-sniffing mouth. It was not until the wolf king let out a long "scream" that he had to give up the "deliciousness" in front of him and instead showed his hideous minions to other corpses.

Zhu Jun slapped the mountain wall with his palm, mud and stones rustled, and his eyes were gloomy: "I haven't thanked Deyu for saving his life yet! Otherwise, Zhu might have been able to become a feast for the wild wolf and wild dog today, just like the soldiers under his command.

These mud legs are really hateful. After this battle, the casualties of Sanhe soldiers under my general were as high as 2,000. Zhu will definitely report it the next day!"

"It is a good idea for the comrades and comrades to help the battlefield. Why should the general care?" Wang Li bowed and sighed, "It's a pity that the more than ten thousand powerful men who fell on the battlefield are all the energy of my great man!"

Zhu Jun looked at Wang Li in surprise, with a strange look flashing in his eyes. He glanced at the camp at the foot of the mountain. The camp stretched for hundreds of meters, turned around and asked, "Deyu, now my right army is newly defeated and the soldiers are tired. What do you think?"

"On the road, we should be surrounded by mountains and rivers. Although our army is close to Yingshui, we have a thoroughfare on three sides. In addition, our army is newly defeated and we are unable to get away from a long journey. If we garrison troops here, once the moths quietly besiege this place at night, our army will die without a place to die."

"This place is well-connected, and it is indeed not suitable for our army to camp and camp." Zhu Jun nodded and continued to test, "What about you?"

Changshe!

Two words suddenly popped up in his mind. Wang Li remembered that in history, Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song had just joined Changshe for the first time. Is history still going to repeat? Wang Li paused and looked at Zhu Jun hesitantly: "Is the place where the general likes is Changshe?"

"Haha, Huangfu Yi really has a unique vision. I am a little moved by such a young hero!" Zhu Jun laughed and teased Wang Li, then said with a solemn expression, "As the saying goes, heroes are similar, Deyu, you are not bad. Changshe is close to Yanling in the east, Yingyin in the south, Xinzheng in the west, and Weishi in the north. The transportation is well-connected, and you can attack in advance and defend in retreat. This is the best choice for our army to repair."

Wang Li said in confusion: "But Changshe is only a place for one county. The two armies on both sides have nearly 40,000 people. The small county may support all the supply of food and grass in our army?"

Zhu Jun simply squatted on the ground, broke a piece of dead branches, drew a few paintings on the ground, and placed a few small stones, saying, "Deyu, look, this is Changshe, Changshe is backed by the water, and the nearby city is Yingyin, Xinzheng, Weishi and Yanling are only sixty or seventy miles away. The supply of grain and grass can be transported from all over the city in just one or two days. What's more, the moths burned, killed, looted, and destroyed all the way. The scholars and the big families suffered for a long time. If our army stationed in Changshe, if it was levy or levied the food and grass of the big families, would it be unwilling to?"

"What if Bo had just encircled the Changshe again?"

“Not to say

Whether Bo Cai supplies food and grass for a hundred thousand troops, just say that our Han Iron Army’s skills in defending the city are well known to the world. Now it is based on the city. Bo Cai has no equipment to attack the city or the good generals to attack the city, and he is nothing but filled with soldiers. If this is not the case for a long time, what are you afraid of?”

Zhu Jun threw away the dead branches in his hand, kicked the stone down the hillside, and smiled coldly: "Mr. Zhu is only worried about one thing, that is, Bo doesn't dare to come!"

...

Qian Liu, the king of Wu Yue of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, wrote in a letter to his wife: Flowers bloom on the road can be returned slowly. In just nine words, it outlines the charming scenery of the fields, wild flowers, and beauty slowly walking among them. It is quiet and beautiful. The longing for love is vividly displayed on the paper, making people intoxicated by reading it.

Unfortunately, Zhu Jun, Wang Li and his soldiers were just rushing to the road, but they had no intention of appreciating the beautiful hundred-day reds on the field, one by one, one by one, and one by one, as bright red as a elixir, as if stained with the blood of more than ten thousand moths and soldiers, and were sad but tragic.

Coincidentally, in the backyard of Zhuo County, Youzhou, Zhangjiazhuang.

A few peach blossoms bloom in the wind, and the delicate pink petals become more and more beautiful against the green leaves. Some buds are just beginning to bloom, secretly revealing one or two petals; some are in bud, soaked in the elixir and verdant, waiting quietly for the moment of blooming; some are blooming completely, like a baby's little hand gently half curled up, so tender that people can't wait to take a bite.

The three people in the courtyard stood in the light of youth. The colorful peach blossoms were like a peerless beauty, holding their waists with their charming eyes and walking slowly. They only found that the three people were like Zhu Jun and Wang Li, with no spring in their eyes, and only a desire to serve the country and join the army. They were in vain and this great time wasted.

There is a table table under the peach tree, with three offerings of pigs, cows and sheep. Two high candles and an incense burner are placed in front of the offerings. The high candle is lightly burned, and there is no incense candle in the incense burner, and the incense candle is still held in the hands of the three.

The man in the middle is seven feet long and five, with his ears hanging down his shoulders and his face is like a crown and jade; the man on the left is nine feet long, his beard is two feet long, his eyebrows, his phoenix eyes, and his face is like a heavy date; the man on the right is the master here, with a leopard head and a ring-eye, a swallow chin and a tiger beard, and a height of eight feet.

The three of them stood side by side, each holding a stick of incense, and knelt down together: "The emperor is above and the land is below. Now Liu Bei, Zhuo County, Jie Liang Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei of Zhuo County, are willing to form brothers of the opposite sex to help the Han Dynasty in danger and help the common people in the upside down. They do not seek to be born on the same day of the same month of the same year, but seek to die on the same day of the same month of the same year. If they violate this oath, thousands of arrows will penetrate the heart, and the sky will hit five thunders!"

"Brother!"

"Second brother, third brother!"

With a eager call, the friendship of blood thicker than water lingers in my heart. The three of them hugged each other and smiled, inserted the incense stick in their hands into the incense burner, took another jar of wine and touched it, raised their heads and drank it. The wine was gushes down their throats, as strong and mellow as the passionate blood of the three of them.

Unfortunately, there were no swords. Liu Bei's two swords, Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue Sword and Zhang Fei's eight-point steel spear were still waiting for Su Shuang and Zhang Shiping to come to the door. Otherwise, taking advantage of this three-point wine, Guan Yu's Qinglong Yanyue Sword danced under this colorful peach blossom tree, expressing his feelings and falling flowers.

Isn’t it like a drunken master in "The Night of the Night": That spring, I cut a pound of peach blossoms!

...

Changshe has wine and peach blossoms, but Zhu Jun did not drink wine and cut peach blossoms. What he drinks is the blood of moths, and what he cuts is the head of moths.

Since the two left and right armies of the imperial court merged to station Changshe, the thieves were like crazy, and a total of 100,000 troops surrounded Changshe County. Every day, they either shouted and challenged under the city or attacked the city.

Several avenues leading to Yingyin, Xinzheng, Weishi and Yanling were blocked by moth thieves. Even thousands of moth thieves were stationed on the Whishui Wharf, and the food and grass could not be transported in at all. Changshe had only more than 10,000 households, and nearly 40,000 soldiers had a full ten days of supply of food and grass, which led to the county's prices.

Soaring, supplies are tight.

It’s a pity that day that he didn’t listen to Wang Li’s persuasion, and he insisted on bringing the army into such a jungle. Fortunately, the moth thieves did not take out decent siege tools except for a few long ladders. Otherwise, whether Changshe could still be saved is unimaginable.

Zhu Jun was strolling on the street, looking at the shops on the street, and the doors of each household were closed, thinking, and suddenly heard a sound of a horn from the city head rising into the sky, three shorts and one long deafening, and instantly rang throughout the city.

"General, the moth thief has attacked the city!"

A horse's hooves galloped past his body. Zhu Jun waved his hand back, and regardless of the guards, he rushed straight to the city gate, jumped up the steps and looked out at the distance with his own guards.

I saw dense moth thieves gathered under the city in a geese-shaped formation. When the cold wind blew, the yellow turbans floated on their heads, which looked like a yellow ocean. The moth thieves were scattered like small boats that were overturned in the ocean, with only a yellow flag standing tall in the formation and fluttering in the wind.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

With three drums, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers stepped on the ground with heavy steps, and the city walls seemed to tremble. The neat footsteps of "Click, Click" gathered under Changshe City into a suffocating singing.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

Another wave of ox horns sounded, and four chariots were pushed out from the square array in the distance, more than three meters, and three floors were divided into three floors. The first floor was dozens of people in a row, without armor, but they were pushing the chariots hard. The second floor was an arrow tower, with dozens of archers loaded on the arrow tower, with bows like a full moon, sharp arrows on the strings, and arrows emitting a cold light under the sun; the third floor was the Yellow Turban infantry, holding spears, long spears and other long weapons. Everyone surrounded one platform, and there was a person standing on the platform, holding a flag in each hand. The flag flew up and down, which seemed to be a flagbearer.

"Middleway?!"

Zhu Jun lay on the wall and took a breath, almost falling down. However, a solemn voice came from behind him, "It's not just the well railing? This guy even made a stone throwing machine, a rushing car and a ladder!" When he looked back, he saw Wang Li accompanying Huangfu Song and the generals of the left and right armies to the top of the city.

Huangfu Song looked ahead and patted Zhu Jun on the shoulder: "Gong Wei, it seems that our burden is not light! We are preparing for war in the city, and our opponents are not idle either. We were besieged in this city for half a month and were blind for half a month. Now this wave has created all the siege equipment such as well as rock throwers, rock rushers, and ladders. It seems that we want to exhaust our strength to take the Changshe in one fell swoop!"

Zhu Jun nodded, and saw the flag in the flag bearer on the well railing flip left and right, and went down with the flow. A few drum sounds of "dongdongdongdongdongdong", the moth thieves suddenly rose and fell like waves. With a bang, several square formations suddenly changed from goose-shaped formations to edge arrow formations, and several towering stone throwers were exposed in the formation. Rows of moth thieves pushed the chariots, and the cloud ladder passed through the formation and headed towards Changshe.

"attack!"

As the flag in the flag bearer was released, tens of thousands of people roared together and shocked the earth. More than a thousand yellow turban soldiers standing next to the stone thrower tried hard to pull the cable in their hands. Then, dozens of millstone bullets were thrown high, and with a shrill roar, they drew perfect parabolas in the air, smashing hard on the wall of Changshe.

There were endless loud collisions, and the soldiers on the city wall felt the earth shaking, as if the earth dragon turned over, and the city wall trembled and moaned. Many places had already been smashed into deep grooves. As the city wall sank, there were dozens or hundreds of soldiers, with broken bones and broken flesh and blood, buried alive under the huge stone bricks and gravel.

But they did not retreat or fear. There was only hatred and surging fighting spirit in their eyes. They were elite soldiers of the Han Dynasty and the banner of the Han Dynasty.

Behind them are tens of thousands of fellow villagers and brothers and sisters in Changshe!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!