Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Fenggao County and Yangqiu County bucked their bucks for not sending out reinforcements. Although Liu Ye was brave, he had no other choice. He could only sit on the city’s head and not sit in the county office. Every day he met the defenders on the city’s head. Eat and sleep together, and sometimes even watch the night in person. Among the eight hundred defenders in the city, whether it is a trained Han soldier, a ranger, or a prisoner released from prison, all of them treat Liu Ye. Be respectful.

At midday that day, the temperature was sweltering, and the so-called spring was sleepy and autumn was exhausted, but Liu Ye was completely sleepy, staring at the endless plains in the distance.

At this moment, a fast horse galloped, and immediately the man with a thick beard and broad face, with a knife hilt exposed behind his back, galloped to a place fifty steps away from the city, and some defenders suddenly clenched their five fingers. Weapons, nervousness.

Liu Ye frowned, and his voice was conveyed from a distance: "Who came from?"

The thick-bearded man held the leather cord and raised his head and shouted, "Is Brother Liu from Licheng here?"

"That is, why are you here?"

The man with the thick beard was overjoyed, he leaped on his horse with a palm and stood still, and respectfully said: "Under Xu Zang, he is a high-ranking person. I heard that Brother Liu used an army of hundreds to fight against the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban thieves. , Specially to vote for it."

Liu Ye nodded and waved his hand to order the defenders to open the city gate to welcome him in. Even if it was the Yellow Turban thief's internal response, one person would not be able to make it into a climate, just stabbing to death.

Xu Zang stepped forward respectfully and said: "Brother Liu's reputation for victory over the Yellow Turban thief has already spread. No one knows within a hundred miles. All the rangers who are walking down here admire him and will soon rush. Come."

Liu Ye's eyes lit up: "Oh? Well, well, if you help me break the thief, I will show you the merits of being the prime minister of Jinan."

From then on, there have been a steady stream of rangers coming to Liu Ye’s subordinates, some wealthy and powerful people even brought their own horses, often in groups, ranging from four or five people to the same group. Dozens of people are running. Although there are not many horses, they are all young and strong men with their own soldiers and skilled martial arts.

Liu Ye counted the number of rangers, and there were more than five hundred people, even if a group of rangers gathered around a hundred li, Liu Ye became the leader of the rangers, although he could not compete with the heroes like Meng in the late Qin Dynasty. In comparison, but already proud enough.

These rangers are proficient in martial arts, although they are not familiar with battle formation coordination, but are proficient in the art of killing. Ten martial arts-proficient rangers can easily kill ten soldiers, and if a hundred sergeants are fighting in a line, it is enough to contend with a hundred rangers, if a thousand people are fighting in a line, killing a ranger is really easy.

However, only well-equipped, well-trained, and well-trained elites of the Han army can do this. The Yellow Turban thieves under Commander Zhou Jun were just farmers holding hoes, not to mention fighting in arrays. It would be nice to be in a few neat rows.

Although the rangers are not good at cooperating, they are best at finding flaws. When the Yellow Turban ran into the rangers, it was like hitting a rock with an egg.

Liu Ye integrated the ranger who came to vote with the defenders in the city, and there were more than 1,300 people at hand. If they were just defending the city, it would be enough.

At this time, the Yellow Turban thief did not give up, and once again integrated soldiers and horses approached from dozens of miles away, and tens of thousands of people came out of the camp at a time, each wearing a yellow scarf, like a yellow wave swept over. , And each face is fierce.

"Everyone heard that our food was burned by Liu Ye. Liu Yuqing wants us to starve to death. Can you agree to it?" Pang Hun was among the tens of thousands of Yellow Turban army, riding a tall horse, hoarse The big man, the blue veins on his neck are faintly exposed.

"No!"

Tens of thousands of the Yellow Turban Army raised their arms and shouted, and only three days of food and grass were left. Although the Yellow Turban Army was crowded and powerful, it was impossible to take down a well-prepared county seat in three days. Lean on those ladders, right?

Licheng, only Licheng!

The county magistrates and lieutenants of Licheng are all dead, and the defenders in the city have been exhausted after several battles. If they go all out and fight down, everyone can eat food and everyone can survive!

Why did the Yellow Turban thieves swept the world after the uprising, and the people enthusiastically followed the thieves? Isn't it just a layer of exploitation that makes them unable to bear and can't eat enough?

For the sake of eating a bite, it is nothing to make a rebellion. Isn't it a siege? Isn't it Liu Yuqing? Fight.

Pang Hun held the ring head knife and pointed at the head of Licheng city far away: "Kill Liu Ye, break Licheng, and take food, everyone will survive."

"Kill Liu Ye!"

"Break the calendar, but the dogs will not stay."

"Go into the city to grab food."

Countless yellow turban thieves waved their arms and shouted, and finally tens of thousands of messy and silent words merged into a neat word.

"Kill Liu Ye, break the calendar city, and grab food."

The Yellow Turban thief, whether young or old, black or white, looks mad. Seeing that this posture is like a leader of the peace road, everyone seems to have become a yellow turban warrior.

The loud sound shook people’s eardrums, and the power of tens of thousands of troops gathered at this moment was frightening. After hearing about Liu Ye’s deeds of breaking the thief, many rangers who looked down on the Yellow Turban thief suddenly turned pale. , There was a vague retreat.

Liu Ye snorted. As soon as he stretched out his hand, someone handed him the three-stone strong bow. He drew the bow and set an arrow, aimed at Pang Hun’s chest and let go. The arrow shot out with one arrow. Hun knew that Liu Ye was good at shooting, so he had prepared a few elites with large sculls around him. The seven-sided sculls gathered together to protect Pang Hun from the wind.

The long arrow was bounced to the side by the scull and scratched a Yellow Turban thief. The Yellow Turban thief saw that Liu Ye hadn't completed his arrow, and his arrogance became even more arrogant, but Liu Ye remained unmoved. He just shot an arrow and grabbed another. Only, one by one, a rain of arrows rushed out like arrows, five arrows in one breath, although the big scull is hard, how can it withstand the gusts of rain, and after the four arrows, a yellow turban elite hand The big scull shattered on the spot, the fifth arrow shot him directly from the gap, and the long arrow passed through the chest, nailing it firmly to the ground.

"If a thief comes, I will strike it!"

Liu Ye's voice was not loud, but he was very clear. The defenders and the Yellow Turbans under the city could hear them clearly.

Liu Ye held a long bow, proudly favoring the city, letting the strong wind blow, as if the city was not tens of thousands of fierce desperadoes, but a group of chickens and dogs, unmoved.

Immediately the spear can cut the generals, the long bow of the city head destroys the powerful enemy, and the martial arts is Liu Ye's greatest confidence.