At noon the next day, Zhang Jiao's military order was sent to Lu Gong's army. Lu Gong immediately ordered that the troops be divided into two groups and attack Jingxian County from the two southeast gates.

The Yellow Turban Army was led by each commander, carrying ladders, and gathered at the foot of Jingxian County. Everything was ready, just waiting for the order from Commander Qu.

Jushou stood at the head of the south city, looking at the soldiers in front with a solemn look on his face.

The enemy troops divided their forces to attack. The two thousand defenders could only passively divide their troops and defend. The east gate was commanded by Gan Lai, who personally guarded the south gate. The five hundred archers were equally divided into two groups, and two gates were set up for training. After more than a month, Jushou had high hopes for this defense of the city.

Jushu walked from one end to the other, constantly saying encouraging words, "The Yellow Turbans are thieves of the people. They don't have enough food to eat. I'm afraid they don't even have the strength to charge. They have neither heavy siege weapons nor crossbows." To shoot from a distance, all you have to do is stand on top of the city and shoot down those who climb up."

"Archers, don't be anxious. Wait until the enemy is close before shooting. Make sure you hit the target with all your shots. You are all the best. After more than a month of training, you have made significant progress. Today I want to see who can kill the most enemies!"

"Raise an army for a thousand days, use it for a while, Guangping will support you and your families for more than a month. Whether you will defend the city and continue to reunite with your relatives, or whether the city will be destroyed and you will die, separated by heaven and man, depends on your battle!"

"Do you have faith?" At the end, Jushou asked and threw the words to all the soldiers.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the sergeant at the city's head shouted repeatedly, and the chorus shook the sky.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The soldiers below the city did not dare to show weakness and shouted from behind the city gate. Unfortunately, there were few people below and they were at a disadvantage, so they could not compete with those above.

Lu Gong stared at the weapons raised high on the enemy's city wall, and bursts of shouts came into his ears. He couldn't understand why they were so excited.

I haven't attacked yet!

East gate.

Luo Ganlai leaned against the female wall and sat on a pile of stones. Around him, a circle of soldiers squatted. Behind them, there was another row of soldiers, but they were mostly auxiliary soldiers, strictly trained soldiers. At this moment Each and every one of them felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"You've finished speaking, do you still want to listen?" Gan Lai looked at the soldiers who were still unfinished.

"More, tell me more!" Soldier A said.

Soldier B poked his head out and took a look. Seeing that there was no movement from the enemy formation, he imitated Gan Lai's story and called out: "Military advisor, there is no movement from the enemy. Please tell me one more story!"

"I think it's almost time for them to go. How about we wait another day? Let's talk another day, "Walking with the Yellow Turban, Food Chapter"... Then who, why are you here! Did you find the long pole I asked you to look for?" Gan Lai stared at it. one soldier asked.

"Commander, I found it, and there were more than thirty of them. They all moved up. I told them that they would only give it to me. Remember to return it after the battle." The soldier complained.

"Then remember to give it back." After Gan finished speaking, he stood up and patted his butt, "Listen up, you guys. It doesn't matter if you haven't been trained, as long as you have the strength. When they set up the ladder, Just use a long stick to push it out, and push it as diagonally as possible."

"Commander, can't you just poke it out directly? Why do you have to push it diagonally?"

"Idiot, you are still a farmer. When you move a stick, is it easier to move it vertically or horizontally?"

"Vertical, of course."

"Then in order to prevent the enemy from moving it too easily, please move their ladder across the way!"

The soldiers immediately understood that the enemy's attack on the city was vertical. If the ladder fell down horizontally or diagonally, if it were to be put up again, it would inevitably interfere with other attack routes.

"The military strategist is brilliant, the military strategist is brilliant!" a group of people shouted.

"Commander, the enemy has made a move!" the soldier on the lookout shouted.

"Hurry up and find your own stick!" Gan Lai shouted, and kicked the butt of the next soldier who was slow to get up, then turned and looked outside the city.

Looking from a distance, the scale of five thousand people was also a blur. Among the crowd, groups of yellow scarves carrying ladders began to walk out of the crowd, and behind them, more people followed closely behind.

From jogging at the beginning, they slowly accelerated, and soon they rushed to the bottom of the city. Dozens of ladders were immediately put up on the wall, and the Yellow Turban soldiers started to climb up using their hands and feet.

However, what was waiting for them was not wood and stones, but a long stick protruding from the side. The processed end quickly clamped the corner of the ladder. The three of them shouted together and sent out the long stick, directly overturning the ladder.

Together with three yellow scarf soldiers who had just started climbing, they were sent to the adjacent side. A ladder several feet long fell down from the waist, instantly injuring several people on the adjacent side.

Similar scenes were staged on the entire city wall. Gan Lai's little skills immediately caused the city's soldiers to panic. The ladders that were close to each other even fell together. Before the people below could lift them out, the stones and arrows above were accurately shot.

Say hello.

"Aim for the shot! Aim for the smash! Don't worry about other people! Greet the guests who are moving the ladder!" Gan Lai hid aside and shouted from time to time without disturbing the busy sergeant at all.

As the casualties of the Yellow Turbans increased, many of the dead even held the ladders down. However, under the special care of the spearmen and archers above, no one on the ladders that had been spared could reach the top of the city.

As the long stick was released, the ladders were pushed down one after another, or turned over diagonally, or fell directly along the wall.

The Yellow Turban commander, who was watching from a distance, gritted his teeth, and after spending nearly a thousand Yellow Turban soldiers, he had no choice but to order a retreat.

There is no way to attack a bird's city without a ladder.

"Military advisor! They have withdrawn!" the soldier reported to Gan Laihui.

"Quickly, hook up the hook and hook up all the ladders you can hook up!" Gan Lai said hurriedly.

The battle at the East Gate came to a comical halt, with an ending that the Yellow Turbans did not expect at all. They thought it would be a brutal fight with more than half of the casualties, but they finally captured the city. However, the result was less than a thousand casualties, but the ladders were all pressed down on them.

The wall is down.

Digging out a ladder from the sea of ​​corpses and setting it up for an attack would undoubtedly result in a loss of lives.

"Has anyone been killed?" Gan Lai asked with concern.

"No!" a voice replied lively, for fear that others would not know that he was still alive.

"Strategist, your method is really feasible, and the strategist is mighty!" one of the archers praised.

"Yes, the military advisor is powerful!" The other archers and infantry agreed.

The archers and infantrymen who had been trained for a long time still had a grudge against Gan Lai. After all, he was a storyteller before the battle and led a group of miscellaneous soldiers to sit around, which was incompatible with their strict military discipline.

But such a group of miscellaneous soldiers actually used this technique to restrain the enemy's ladder, allowing them to avoid many casualties.

In this way, decay has been transformed into magic, and now they believe that the military advisor has real abilities!

"Everyone, please quickly check your equipment and check your injuries!" Gan Lai ordered.

"Commander, none of us were injured!"

"The enemies haven't even climbed up the stairs. If anything can happen, we'll be fine!"

"Commander, I have sprained my foot!" said a voice from the crowd, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"All archers listen to the order! Support the south gate immediately!" Gan Lai ordered.

"Here!" the archers responded in unison and ran down the city in an orderly manner.

"The enemy troops have retreated to the south. We are afraid of trouble at the south gate. Two hundred spearmen have also been sent out. Those who still have some strength should go to the south gate to assist the magistrate Ju!" As soon as Gan Lai finished speaking, one of the famous spearmen stood up.

Finally, everyone stood up.

For a month, they have all been trained by Jushu. It is not an exaggeration to say that Jushu has raised them and their families.

The scene in front of him made Gan Lai slightly moved, and he felt an inexplicable sense of belonging in his heart. This is the lord's army!
Chapter completed!