Chapter 263 Four-pronged attack on Guanhai

Beihai.Hanting.

As soon as the winter fog receded, the news from the Guanhai Yellow Turban Camp outside the city reached Bu Zhao's temporary tent.

After a sleepless night, I hurriedly climbed to the top of the city and looked into the distance. I saw the Yellow Turban camp two miles away from the city. It was crowded with people, and people were shouting and neighing.

"Guan Hai is about to attack the city!"

At this time, Bu Zhao stood upright at the top of the city, like a lonely pine tree, with a slightly chilling air on his chiseled face.

"If you want to fight, then fight, otherwise you will die!"

At this moment, faced with a life-and-death decision, Bu Zhao's dark eyes revealed rock-like perseverance.

"It's a pity that it's hard to repay the Lord for his kindness!"

Thinking of Tao Ying, a complex look appeared on Bu Zhao's face, including joy, guilt, and deep reluctance.

"Military advisor, please rest assured. As long as Dai is still alive, the Yellow Turban thieves will not be allowed to cross the city!"

Lu Dai, who was twenty-seven and seventy-eight, was already injured and could not fight anymore. But at this time when the life and death of the Beihai Regiment was at stake, he had to hold on and climb to the top of the city to live and die with Bu Zhao.

"Ding Gong, I have a premonition that my lord will come to my aid!"

At this point, Bu Zhao did not complain about Lu Dai coming to the top of the city, nor did he persuade Lu Dai to leave the city.

Both of them are loyal and loyal people. They would rather die on the battlefield than survive under the power of the yellow turban bandits, let alone surrender and survive.

"Haha, let's see if we can withstand Guan Hai's first three attacks!"

For the siege party, if three consecutive attacks fail to achieve success, the subsequent attacks will be even more ineffective, and they may even temporarily cease their activities and find another way.

As for the defenders, if they resist the opponent's first three attacks, they can get a rare chance to breathe. This is the hope of those waiting for help.

Although he has never met Tao Ying, Lu Dai has confidence in Bu Zhao.

As long as Bu Zhi said that Tao Ying would come, Lu Dai believed that Tao Ying would come.

"Don't worry, although the Hanting city is low and the Yellow Turban bandits can climb the city without the help of large siege equipment, our Xuanjia Army is not an ordinary Han army. It can still resist three attacks by the Yellow Turban bandits."

Bu Zhao not only has confidence in Tao You, but also has confidence in the Xuanjia Army, which has completely transformed.

As for the situation of the Northern Navy Regiment, which lacked the equipment to defend the city after resisting three attacks by the Yellow Turban bandits, both Bu Zhao and Lu Dai could only leave it to their fate.

"Guan Hai is here!"

Looking at the high-spirited and murderous Guan Hai and the 50,000 to 60,000 yellow turban bandits behind him, Lu Dai looked solemn.

"Life or death in this battle is unpredictable!"

Bu Zhao and Lu Dai looked at each other, and both turned sideways to look at the city. There were nearly 20,000 Xuanjia troops with low morale under the city, and a hint of worry flashed in their eyes.

"Choke!"

Amidst the clamor of Guan Hai and tens of thousands of yellow scarves outside the city, Bu Zhao suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and cheered loudly to the Xuanjia Army at the top of the city and below.

"My fellow soldiers, Guan Hai is about to launch an attack on us. This battle will be fierce, and many soldiers will die in this battle, but I believe that my heroic Beihai Corps will not be frightened by a powerful opponent, and will be like the Jinan Corps.

Like a robe, fearless in the face of powerful enemies, fight for your own glory!"

They were both members of the Xuanjia Army and had basically the same troop sources, but the Jinan Corps had obviously high morale and brilliant results. At this time, Bu Zhao deliberately used it to stimulate his subordinates in order to resist Guan Hai's first three attacks.

"Soldiers, the lord will definitely come, and our reinforcements will also come. Whether we can withstand the three attacks of Guan Hai Yellow Turban will be a test for us from the lord!"

As for whether Tao Ying could arrive before the Northern Navy Regiment was defeated, Bu Zhao, who was unsure, didn't care. He just hoped that the Northern Navy Regiment would have the courage to fight vigorously.

"Soldiers, for the glory of the Xuanjia Army and the glory of our Beihai Regiment, do you have the courage to die and fight?"

As soon as Bu Zhi finished speaking, the entire Beihai Navy Regiment fell silent for a few breaths and then suddenly became excited.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The soldiers of the Northern Navy Regiment who were stimulated and inspired raised their polished Tang knives high, looked at the military advisor standing at the top of the city, roared in unison, and their eyes showed a strong desire to fight.

"Woo..."

"Rumble..."

Looking at the re-boosted morale, Bu Zhao, who secretly breathed a sigh of relief, was sighing at Tao Ying's appeal when a familiar horn sound suddenly came from outside the city, followed by the thunderous sound of horse hooves.

"The military advisor is the clarion call for the Xuanjia Army to attack!"

After a moment of surprise, Lu Dai, who was the first to react, looked towards the direction where the horn sound came from outside the city, and faintly saw two miles away from Han Pavilion, surging cavalry running wildly in the wilderness, the sound of horse hooves like the waves of the waves, one after another.

, high and vigorous.

"The lord is here, our reinforcements are here!"

Looking at the black flags, especially the Tao-style handsome flag set up high by the Chinese army, Bu Zhao with an excited expression swept away the haze in his heart, suppressed the tears in his eyes, and issued the order to dispatch troops with extreme urgency.
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"Open the city gate immediately!"

"Command the soldiers, blow the counterattack horn, and the whole army will follow me to counterattack!"

Bu Zhao ordered the horn to be blown, which also meant echoing Tao Ying.

"Clatter...squeak..."

"Woo..."

"Kill..."

……

As the last trace of winter fog dissipated invisible, Guan Hai's face changed, and so did the faces of all the Yellow Turban soldiers.

"Three-way raid!"

"It's over!"

When Guan Hai saw clearly the faces of the Xuanjia Army cavalry, the overwhelming Xuanjia Army was less than two miles away from his camp.

When Guan Hai came to his senses, Tao Ying, Yan Liang, and Hao Shuai, who launched the surprise attack, were already in front of him.

"Tao?"

When Guan Hai saw clearly the Chinese army's hunting flags fluttering in the wind, his heart, which had become indifferent due to long experience in the battlefield, beat suddenly and unexpectedly.

"He was the one who scared Zhang Rao, Xu He and Sima Ju out of their courage!"

"It was he who caused fifty thousand Wuhuan cavalry to be wiped out in ashes!"

"Taoying!"

……

On the left side of the Xuanjia Army cavalry, Yan Liang galloped wildly, controlling the reins with one hand and holding a sword in the other. A thousand Xuanjia Army cavalry followed closely behind him.

Black clothes, black armor, black flags, a huge cavalry formation, like a torrent from the Wangchuan River, carrying the power of breaking through the mountains and rivers of the world, rushed towards the left wing of the Yellow Turban of Guan Hai.

"Kill!"

With an angry roar, Yan Liang instantly let go of the horse's reins, quickly swung his sword with both hands, and slashed at the yellow scarf soldiers in front of him whose faces turned pale with shock.

"Puff, puff..."

As the sound of sharp blades piercing flesh was heard, two heads rose into the sky. The two killed yellow turban soldiers died in bliss without even uttering a scream.

"Kill..."

The moment Yan Liang spoke out, the thousand Xuanjia Army cavalry who followed behind him also roared and responded with a roar, the sound was like thunder.

"Rumble..."

"Pfft..."

Thousands of iron hooves stepped ruthlessly into the Yellow Turban army formation, stepping over the knocked down Yellow Turban soldiers.

A thousand sharp and cold Tang knives, like death's scythes, were swung at the panicked Yellow Turban soldiers.

"Uh-huh..."

The yellow turban soldiers fell to the ground like leeks, lying on the cold ground looking up to the sky and howling miserably, singing the last elegy for their dying lives.

……

On the right side of the Xuanjia Army cavalry, Hao Shuai was leading the horse, with his chest almost pressed against the horse's back. He held the reins in one hand and a scimitar in the other. His sharp eyes looked at the commotion of the yellow scarf soldiers in front with a flash of disdain.

"Kill!"

Hao Shuai roared and swung the scimitar in his hand, striking a yellow scarf soldier in front of him.

"Uh-huh..."

The moment the wounded Yellow Turban soldier screamed, Hao Shuai raised the knife and dropped it, and another Yellow Turban soldier fell into the dust.

"Kill..."

Hao Shuai showed off his power, and the thousand cavalrymen who followed him also let out an overwhelming shout and swept past the yellow turban soldiers in front like locusts.

……
To be continued...