"Swoosh" the cold arrow shot straight towards Zhang Jiao like the wind. Zhang Jiao raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at the Yellow Turban Strongman behind him, and pulled him in front of him.

"Ah" The scapegoat that Zhang Jiao caught screamed immediately. Geng Gong looked at it and didn't kill Zhang Jiao, and cursed it in his heart that it was a pity. He was somewhat shameless and afraid of Zhang Jiao's ruthlessness and cunning. Such people are often very difficult.

Zhang Jiao looked at the dead Yellow Turbans in front of him and looked at the soldiers around him. Some were envious, some were fearful, and some were used to it. In order to calm people's hearts, Zhang Jiao immediately called out: "He died for the sake of heaven and will ascend to heaven and God, and his family will have no worries about food and clothing, and will have no illness or disaster."

With these words, everyone envied the Yellow Turban Strongman who died for Zhang Jiao, and they wanted to die himself.

Zhang Jiao, who was not dead, stared at Geng Gonghu's eyes on the city wall, his eyes were about to spit out of fire, and he immediately shook the bell in his hand: "The gods will bless my soldiers and charge the whole army."

"Kill" Zhang Bao holding a long sword in his hand, and tens of thousands of troops under his command took action one after another. Their equipment was a little different from that of the regular army. Apart from the weapons in his hand, ordinary soldiers had only leather armor in front of their chests, and a piece of yellow turban wrapped around their heads. There was nothing else afterwards. Better generals also had helmets. Among the higher-end ones, they were a general of Zhang Bao, riding a war horse and holding a long sword in his hand. This was already the highest configuration in the Yellow Turban Army.

"Arrower is ready, wait for my order." Geng Gong frowned, greeted the soldiers in the front row on the city wall, and looked at the powerful crossbow soldiers behind him. Geng Gong said immediately: "Bound the crossbow arrows"

"Quick! Bring the things up to me." Huo Jun greeted the soldiers under him and asked them to bring the thunderstones and rolling woods up.

"Planning the ladder" Zhang Bao drew his sword and shouted angrily. When the soldiers under his command received the order, they urged the war horses under their crotch to charge forward.

"Add" Gao Biao bit the back of the knife and reached out to climb the ladder. The main general was like this, and the soldiers behind him rushed to follow suit. Although these soldiers were numerous, there was no orthodox training in the end. Zhang Bao gave the order, all the soldiers under his command were dispersed. The scattered soldiers charged. The soldiers who were charging had just run away but had not taken a few steps. The strong man carrying the ladder behind pushed him away: "Get out of the way, don't act like my way."

"Oh...what are you doing?" The soldier who was hit on the ground behind began to wail, stood up and wanted to argue with him. An experienced soldier behind him grabbed him and whispered: "Don't! He is a soldier under General Zhang Bao. If you can't afford to be punished, get out of here."

"Bastard! I'll bury him sooner or later." The soldier cursed viciously, actually, that was to curse him to death and bury him himself.

"Thunderstone... Rolling the wood!" Geng Gong looked at the scattered soldiers, knowing that the effectiveness of bows and arrows was not very good, and there were not many bows and arrows in the city walls, so he had to save some effort. Geng Gong narrowed his eyes and stared at the soldiers lying on the ladders below. Geng Gong secretly mocked the mobs and called on the soldiers to smash them into crowded places with thunderstones and rolling the wood.

"Relax" dozens of soldiers to drag the rolling wood hard, and one of the thunderstones fell from Gao Biao's head. Gao Biao's heart shrank, and he hurriedly jumped off the ladder, rolled on the ground for several rounds, and then stabilized his mind.

Gao Biao had just dodged, but the soldiers who were climbing the ladder did not react and were directly smashed to pieces. Four people were killed on the ground. They directly explained that the soldiers around him were planning to climb changed their faces. The smell of blood in the air and the exposed bones made the rookies look soundly and retreated and couldn't catch up.

Gao Biao stood up, spit out the weeds in his mouth, looked at the retreating soldiers, and shouted angrily: "Don't be standing there, get on."

"General...this..." The fearful soldier pointed to the body that was smashed into meat pie and almost spit out what he ate last night.

"Go to your uncle, I'll kill anyone else," Gao Biao shouted angrily. Several soldiers hesitated and dared not come forward. Gao Biao was furious and picked up the sword in his hand to kill several soldiers who were afraid of fighting. The soldiers under his command came forward because they were afraid of Gao Biao's majesty and rushed forward one after another.

Zhang Jiao, who was staring at the battle situation behind, brows and locked his eyebrows. How long has it been? It has been half an hour and he didn't even touch the edge of the city corner. Zhang Jiao called Chen Sheng behind him and said, "Tell me to order me to capture the city and rob the city for three days."

"No" Chen Sheng received the general order and let the soldiers under his command begin to come.

But in half an incense stick, everyone received Zhang Jiao's order, and the passion for killing the enemy increased a lot just now.

"Tung oil! Put it up" Geng Gong waved his hand and shouted angrily. The soldiers on the city wall opened the tung oil cover in their hands, and threw down the wood and wood. In half an incense stick, thousands of tung oil and wood were thrown down.

"Rocket"

The archer walked forward thirty steps, came to the corner of the city wall, lined up in an orderly manner, Geng Gong pressed the bronze sword in his arms, covered the sunlight above his head with his hands, narrowed his black eyes and shouted angrily: "Let it go"

"Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The flames on the arrow were mixed with hot wind, making a loud sound, heading straight for the archers on the city walls, in order to suppress the enemy.

"Huhuhuhuhuhuhu" The fire burned one after another when encountering tung oil, gradually forming a fire wall, isolating the Yellow Turban Army of the front and rear armies. But I thought it was just like that, but it was not over yet.

"Hurry! Put wolf tobacco! Temperature oil! Fallen!" The centurion pulled his loud voice and summoned the soldiers under him, constantly pouring red tempeus under the city wall. One bundle of licorice used to cook rice and mixed tempeus were thrown down. It burned when it encountered fire. The white smoke was like fog, which made people unable to open their eyes.

"Shooting the arrow" Geng Gong's face was dark. Looking at the Yellow Turban Army that was constantly attacking, he personally held a bow and shot arrows. The archers under his command who had been ready to go were shooting arrows one after another.

The enemy troops below were wailing with the rain of arrows shot straight into the sky, and the soldiers were so angry that they could not open their eyes. The cold arrows on the city wall shot at the soldiers outside the fire wall, isolating the two armies.

"Swoosh...swoosh...!swoosh......wah...wah" The rocket broke through the wind and made a sound of wind and fire.

"Cry" The ancient gate was slowly opened. Xiong Kuohai held weapons in his hand, and his soldiers rushed out one after another. A hundred soldiers and horses were chopping and slashing in the fire wall. When Gao Biao saw the enemy rushing, he waved the long sword in his hand and shouted angrily: "The enemy's city gate is open, brothers rushed in, kill me for the sake of the woman."

"Go to die." Xiong Kuohai held a long stick in both hands and hit Gao Biao's Tianlinggu.
Chapter completed!