"General! How to fight?"

The soldiers of the Liangshan Garrison Camp crawled beside the forest, looking at the Yellow Turban Army heading towards Shouzhang City not far ahead. They were all thinking and asked with worry.

"They have too many people, more than ten times more than us..." Li Yun, who came with the garrison camp to save the city, also had a serious expression.

"What? Brother Li Yun isn't you afraid?" Yang Zhi sat up, spit out the grass stems in his mouth, and sneered coldly.

"Brother isn't afraid? Brother isn't afraid, why should I be afraid of me, Li Yun? A big scar can't fall into my head." Li Yun was not a man who admitted to his conscience.

"Brothers, are you afraid?" Yang Zhi was squeezing his soldiers.

Before the battle was fought, the soldiers of the garrison battalion were willing to admit defeat, and they all replied: "I'm not afraid."

"Just be afraid, I'm going to save Shouzhang." Yang Zhi smiled with satisfaction.

"...but they are indeed crowded..." A pawn couldn't help but say it.

Yang Zhi suddenly stopped his smile and cursed at the pawn, "I knew you were afraid, you were not brave." He looked around and said, "Brothers, Shouzhang must be saved, but it is not blindly rescued. I didn't go up to the Liangshan Garrison Camp and sent him to death blindly. Listen to me."

He paused for a moment and continued, "Listen to my analysis. First, our army, Shouzhang City, and Yellow Turbans, three directions are in a triangle; second, the Yellow Turbans are in the light and our army is in the dark. I don't know how many people our army will attack. Third, our army is hidden in the mountains and forests, and there are mountains behind us. Fourth, our Liangshan naval army should have thousands of people and eight hundred people in Fan County, and it is estimated that it will arrive soon... Damn, Li Ying and Li Jun should have arrived early, we have all been resting for a long time." The last sentence is not an analysis, but Yang Zhizai scolded her.

"We all know these four points, what's the use of analyzing them?" Cao Zheng, the sword ghost who was stretching his head to listen, asked in confusion.

"Elm head!" Yang Zhi cursed and grinned: "These four points are enough for me to arrange a plan and make contributions."

"Oh? What strategy?" Everyone was excited.

Yang Zhi said: "The strategy of virtuality and reality. When the Yellow Turban thieves attacked the city, we took advantage of the unpreparedness and our army came out of the forest and turned it upside down..."

"They have a lot of people..." Tang Long, the golden leopard, interjected again.

"Damn, I don't know there are many people in them. Listen to me." Yang Zhi raised his eyebrows and cursed, "When our army kills them, he will lead troops to kill them. Our army will flee into the mountains and forests, and he will not dare to chase them. If he doesn't come to chase them, our army will fight again, which will make them frustrated..."

"But what should they do if they chase in?" Tang Long asked.

"I have a way. We sent dozens of brothers to squeeze the sky in the forest. They didn't know how many people and horses were afraid of ambushing them, so they didn't dare to come in." Yang Zhi said.

"What should they do if they set fire to the forest?" Tang Long asked.

"Damn, why do you do so much? When the forest is set on fire, let's just run inside. Why do you think so much? They will attack the city in a while. Hurry up, don't think about it. Should I make meritorious contributions? I also want to make merits and turn to a field camp." Yang Zhi was so angry that he scolded.

So everyone prepared to go according to the arrangement of the head general Yang Zhi.

The black yellow-turban soldiers and horses were getting closer and closer to Shouzhang City, only four or five miles away. Looking from the top of the city, you could clearly see the swords and guns flashing with light, and clearly hear the neighing sounds of war horses.

"North Gate, they are attacking the North Gate." Ling Zhen observed the direction of the Yellow Turban Army surrounding him and determined the main attack direction.

He shouted back: "North Gate artillery, artillery preparation. A command! The artillery from the east and west walls are also coming towards us. Don't move at the south gate, it's too far away, and you can't hit it. The command! The artillery from the east and west gates are waiting for two or three miles to fight..."

Fortunately, there was an arrangement last night, and the soldiers of the firearm blasting camp could understand what he was saying. A messenger rushed to the east and west cities. Originally, 15 squat artillery soldiers were arranged in the east and west, north and north. Shouzhang City was four or five miles in a radius, and the artillery attack distance was four or five miles. The artillery on the east and west sides could also be fired. The artillery in the south city could not be fired, and it was not possible to carry it. The artillery was too bulky. When transported here, what if the south gate came to attack.

The Yellow Turban Army was getting closer. When they looked outside the north gate, they were all black and ants like ants came over. Driven and shouted by the small coaches of each team, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army carried the ladder and held the group signs in a complicated mood. They were jealous of being able to attack the wealthy Shouzhang, without sealing the sword for a day, and robbing them as much as possible. They were also frightened by the meteorite spell that fell from the sky yesterday, which was the gods protecting Shouzhang.

"The first village, prepare... release!" The head of the first village shouted loudly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

In an instant, the entire Beicheng city wall trembled slightly, and fifteen artillery fire flashed, spewing out smoke from the sky. Fifteen smooth and huge live ammunition roared and rotated towards the Yellow Turban soldiers three or four miles away. The entire Beicheng was suddenly shrouded in a heavy smoke that was choking, as if in the clouds.

After firing, the gun was still hot when the gun was cleaned. He rushed up and pounced on it and stabbed it through the front of the muzzle with a thick wood tied with a wet cloth, and brushed it hard. After one shot, there was too much gunpowder residue left in the barrel. If you don't brush it clean, you won't have any accurate head at all, and it's easier to explode.

Three or four miles away, the Yellow Turban Army saw white smoke ejecting from several places on the top of the city, and then a few thunder sounds, and the entire team suddenly became in chaos. "Spell... meteorite... are coming." A scream of fear sounded everywhere, and people ran around.

"Bang...Peng..."

Before they could run a few steps, more than a dozen huge stone bullets were already whistling and descending from the sky. Some smashed them straight, smashing the Yellow Turban soldiers' heads into pieces, and then continued to roll back and sweep out a bloody path. Some were unlucky and hit the open space, but the huge rebound force made the stone bullets make irregular jumps, sweeping the Yellow Turban soldiers' bones and limbs, which was extremely terrifying.

"ah……"

In an instant, the wailing howlings of wounds and the screams of fear were shocking.

It sounds so miserable, but in fact, in tens of thousands of soldiers, there are only dozens or less than one hundred people killed or injured. If the Yellow Turban Army is in normal battles, they have already been in contact with too much. The reason for their confusion and screaming is only fear.

"Crush! Crush!...There are not many officials who can use magic! Crush!"

"I said it in the morning, there are not many magics! It's okay to rush!" The little coaches also shouted with pale faces. The coach Zhang Bo and Bian Xi had already advised them thousands of times before.

"Run!..." The Yellow Turban Army mustered up the last courage to continue rushing forward.

I just rushed to two or three miles.

"Boom boom boom..." More thunderstorms and thunder sounded.

"Ah..." The Yellow Turban Army was in chaos, and countless people fled backwards and collided with the Yellow Turban rushing forward, making it even more chaotic.

The artillery from the east and west cities was fired, blocked by the city walls, and there was no thick smoke. However, the sound of the sky-shaking cannons was heard, and dozens of round stone bullets roared down. The man was overturned, the shield was broken, and the gun was broken, and dozens of bloody roads were washed out, which was blurred with blood.
Chapter completed!