Imperial Power Of Han Dynasty

Liu Ye rode his horse up the hills and watched condescendingly, suddenly frowned.

I saw that the Yellow Turban thief had abandoned the strategy of encircling the three-queen one and turned to besiege on all sides. Therefore, the pressure on the officers and the army was very high. Every moment, the Yellow Turban thief fell from the head of the city, and some were seriously injured. The officer army in the city.

The shouting and killing in Changshe City came from afar, shaking between the sky and the earth, and it was the elite of the Licheng army, and it couldn't help but change slightly. After all, one hundred thousand yellow turban thieves are indeed an unprecedented scene. There are only a thousand soldiers in the Licheng army, which is equivalent to everyone being an enemy of a hundred people.

Liu Ye looked at the hill for a while, turned his horse's head around, and ran down the hills.

The soldiers in Licheng looked terrified, but Liu Ye looked as usual, and ordered: "Get off the horse and rest, light a fire and cook."

The soldiers of the Licheng Army dismounted their horses, let the horses eat the grass, took out the dry food on their backs, fetched water from the nearby river, set up an iron pot, and cooked the dry food.

The Licheng Army had traveled a long distance and had just gone through a journey of several hours before reaching the outskirts of Changsha. If the army was attacked by a tired army, it would inevitably suffer heavy casualties. Moreover, the soldiers were afraid of fighting.

Liu Ye sat in the middle of the soldiers, there was no commander in the air, holding dry food in his left hand, and a water-ridden skin in his right, eating no different from ordinary soldiers.

At this moment, not far from his side, a soldier's palm was unstable, and the dry food fell to the ground.

"Why, don't you want to eat?"

Liu Ye asked, the soldier hurriedly picked up the dry food: "No, Junhou, I... I am a little scared."

Liu Ye smiled slightly, eating the dry food for himself, with a confident look.

Some soldiers couldn't help asking: "Junhou, the Yellow Turban thieves are hundreds of thousands, we have only one thousand, aren't you afraid?"

Liu Ye laughed and said, "What is there to be afraid of? Since the rise of Licheng, a certain person has won more than a dozen wars with less than a dozen soldiers. Three hundred pawns broke thieves, handsome Zhou Jun and thirty thousand pawns, two thousand pawns broke Xu and sixty thousand. I'm afraid that there are too few Yellow Turban thieves. Now that the hundreds of thousands of people are just happy to kill!"

The coach talked and laughed freely, and the Licheng army gradually calmed down, just speeded up eating, and then sat on the ground, resting on each other's backs, regaining energy and horsepower.

Changshe City and its periphery are almost two worlds. The killings in Changshe City are loud and bloody, while the periphery is calm and calm. The Licheng army closed their eyes and snored, and a few of the heartiest went to sleep. Up.

"Junhou!"

Liu Ye sent out four detectives and ran back one after another to report to Liu Ye the surrounding situation.

In fact, thousands of officers and soldiers gathered at the periphery of Changshe, all of them from the county and state soldiers from all over Yuzhou. Huangfusong was ordered to fight Yingyu and was ordered by the emperor to supervise Yuzhou's military, so he ordered the local defenders to come.

However, these county soldiers lack training and can barely be used to defend the city. If they count on them to break thieves in field battles, then the expectations are too high.

Guan Hai suggested: "Marquis, it is better for our army to invite the Yuzhou armies to join our army. Maybe the first battle can relieve the pressure on Huangfu Lang."

Liu Ye smiled, looking towards Yu Jin.

"Wenze, what do you say?"

Yu Jin always looked the same as usual: "The army of Yuzhou was afraid of thieves and did not dare to fight, and was unable to patrol. Our army's invitation would not be accepted, so why bother?"

The Licheng Army had a total of 1,000 people, and even if they came, it was nothing but a drop in the bucket. The Yuzhou Army was definitely not willing to follow Liu Ye's dispatch, and it was useless to ask.

"Reserve energy, and in another hour, our army will launch an offensive from the north. We must alleviate the pressure on Changshe City in one fell swoop!"

The military order is like a mountain. After Liu Ye's military order is issued, the soldiers in Licheng have a grim face and take time to rest. After all, after an hour, they need to face a whole number of 100,000 Yellow Turban thieves. They just stand still and let them kill. You can't kill it.

At this time, the Yuzhou Army also knew that Liu Ye had arrived, and they all inquired about the news.

"Hmph, this group of Qingzhou soldiers seems nothing more than that."

"That is, come from afar, don't you still patrol the periphery of Changsha?"

"Don't worry about them, but guard the camp, and if a wave of thieves come to attack, immediately grease the soles of their feet."

Although Liu Ye had broken the Yellow Scarf thief twice in Qingzhou before, the credit was shared by the prime minister of Jinan and Qingzhou governor Gong Jing. The thief became Gong Jing's dominance, and he and Liu Bei were only in a "participating" position, so The people of Yuzhou still don't know how powerful he is just in Qingzhou.

But it doesn't matter, Liu Ye will soon use this battle to make his name resonate throughout Yuzhou.

At this time, the defensive battle of Changshe City has entered a white-hot battle, and almost all the stone rolling logs have been thrown out. Therefore, the officers and soldiers can only fight with the yellow turban thief who climbed to the head of the city. The number of casualties has risen sharply. Big.

The Yellow Turban thief became more and more excited. Most of the troops were transferred to the front line. In addition to leaving Liu Pi, Bo Cai went to supervise the battle with the generals, and Changshe City was faltering for a while.

And an hour also passed.

Liu Ye had been sitting on the ground and suddenly opened his eyes with a sharp expression on his face.

"End up!"

The Licheng army was strictly disciplined, and upon hearing the order, they immediately lined up. The pawns formed a square formation, while the pawns mounted one after another.

Liu Ye turned on his horse and pointed at the head of Licheng.

"Vertical flag!"

The guards with big waists and round arms struggling to raise a big flag with the word Liu, which was fluttered fiercely by the strong wind.

"Beat the drum!"

Liu Ye used gold, silver, grain and grass to recruit two hundred people from Huai County. He usually carried military supplies such as grain and grass on his back. At this time, he unloaded more than a dozen war drums from the mule cart. There are deafening noises.

"Tell Yuzhou Army, tell Changshe, I will wait!"

Liu Ye galloped out, five hundred cavalry gathered behind him, two thousand horseshoes hit the ground like two thousand drumsticks, gathered into a cone-shaped formation, and rushed towards the Yellow Turban thief's rear army.

The Yuzhou army outside the Changshe was stunned. Several army Sima looked at the erected flag of Liu and listened to the rumble of war drums, and couldn't help being stunned.

This kid, with a thousand people, challenge the 100,000 Yellow Turban thieves?

Several faces looked at each other, wondering if this Qingzhou soldier was crazy.

"Let's save it or not?"

"What to save! The Yellow Turban thief in Qingzhou was swept away before. I'm afraid this Qingzhou soldier thought he was invincible. It's okay to let them hit their heads in front of the Yellow Turban thief, huh."

Although the Yuzhou Army was surprised that Liu Ye really launched an offensive, it did not follow Liu Ye's offensive. The dead daoists did not die and the poor. The more the crisis, the more people liked it.

And at the head of Changshe City.

Sun Duo was full of blood, struggling to kill the Yellow Turban thief in front of him with one blow, and suddenly turned around.

"General Lang...it seems like the sound of war drums."