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At the head of Changshe city, the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army are fighting fiercely. There are nearly 10,000 Yellow Turban troops on the wall. The Han Army can fight only more than two thousand soldiers. Except for 400 cavalry, the Han Army has no reserve team. Huang Fusong drew out his sword and shouted loudly: "Once the Changsha is broken, I will definitely die! Those who don't want to die will come with me! Drive the Yellow Turban Ant Thief down the city!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Fusong brandished his sword and led the remaining soldiers back to the Yellow Turban to kill. When the remaining Han army footmen saw the coach so desperate, their morale immediately rose, shouting "Han army mighty" to kill the Yellow Turban army. The Yellow Turban Army also launched a real fire, chanting, "The age is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous" and launched a counterattack.

After all, the Yellow Turban has a large number of people, and everyone has weapons in their hands. Almost half of the two thousand Han troops were injured and exhausted. Although they mustered their courage, they could not support it over time. Seeing that the Han army was about to be unable to sustain it, drums sounded in the yellow turban array, and the remaining 140,000 yellow turbans came out of the camp, which meant that the food would be wiped out.

Listening to the sound of drums and watching the 140,000 yellow towels marching out of the camp, all the Han soldiers looked as soft as bones and muscles.

It seems that today I am about to die at Changsha!

At this moment, smoke and dust suddenly rose in the distance, and there were bursts of shouts. Huangfusong glanced intently. There were dozens of flags in the south and southwest, all with a big Chinese character! "Zhu Zhonglang's reinforcements are here! Hurry up and kill the yellow turban!" Huang Fusong yelled, waving his sword and pointing south.

The Han army watched intently, and saw hundreds of cavalry from the south galloping, a big flag followed by the coach, and there was a big Chinese character on it! Behind the cavalry was a cloud of smoke and dust. In the smoke and dust were dozens of Chinese character flags, and thousands of troops and horses were vaguely visible on the front of the flag. "Zhu Zhonglang's reinforcements are here!" The Han army almost burst into joy!

My life was hanging by a thread just now, but now the sorrows are clearly out of trouble, and the joys and sorrows are mixed.

The arrival of reinforcements boosted the morale of the Han army, fighting desperately to the death. The Yellow Turban warfare has always been based on blood and courage. It is no problem to fight a downwind battle. Whenever you encounter a setback, you will fall and lose. After a long time of fatigue, when the Han army has thousands of cavalry arrived, morale immediately fell to the bottom .

Pocai immediately sighed under the city. The mob was like that, and it seemed that he could no longer fight today. "Mingjin! Retreat!" He commanded, and immediately looked south. Dangdang! Dangdang! The gong sounded in the Yellow Turban Army, which was a signal for withdrawal. The Yellow Turbans raised their eyebrows, and the tide generally receded.

The remaining thousands of Han soldiers burst into tears with joy, and squatted to the ground one by one, and many people cried loudly. The black-faced old man lay on his back on the wall, closed his eyes, listening to the wind. Just as I forgot about the other things, a voice rang in his ears. "Senior, I went to the Bingzhou Army, what can I do?"

The black-faced old man laughed: "Do it! Do it! Even a dub can do it too!"

Huangfusong opened the south gate and led four hundred cavalry to welcome Zhu Jun into the city. The Yellow Scarf didn't know what was true, and the morale was vented, and he didn't want to fight, just fleeing in a swarm. Huangfu Song took advantage of the momentum to cover up and cut hundreds of heads. When the surrounding yellow turbans moved forward, Huangfusong had already joined Zhu Jun's remnant army and fled into Changshe City.

"Brother Gongwei! I knew you would lead the army, but I didn't expect to come at the right time! In half an hour in the evening, I had to collect the body for me! Hahahaha!" Huangfu laughed loudly. When the fate was hanging by a thread, the clouds suddenly cleared, and he was naturally very happy and always follow-up, or Zhu Zhonglang arrived in time.

"Ashamed, Brother Yizhen! I was defeated by the Yellow Turban! The army of 20,000, now only has 600 cavalry and 2,000 infantry!" Zhu Jun shook his head, his face full of shame. "Hahahaha!" Huangfusong laughed again. "Brother Gongwei! I am much more miserable than you, 20,000 troops, and now there are only 1,500 soldiers capable of fighting!"

The two men's men looked at each other, and they all looked like this, so Huangfu Zhonglang could still laugh? Could it be that you lost your heart? Do you want to find a doctor? Outside there are more than 100,000 yellow towels, 18 regiments, and the enemy is besieged by thousands, but you remain motionless. What if you lose your mind and lose your mind?

Huangfusong stopped laughing and pointed at his subordinates with his fingers. "You wait, but are you worried about tomorrow?" The subordinates responded in unison: "Exactly!" A veteran and respectful military officer asked: "The yellow towel outside the city is more than 100,000. Thousand, how can you handle it tomorrow?"

This sentence was exactly what everyone wanted to ask. Upon hearing this, they raised their heads and looked at Huangfu Zhonglang. Zhu Jun looked at his subordinates, and then at Huangfusong: "Since Huangfu Zhonglang laughed twice, he must have a plan to break the enemy! Can you tell me about it? To solve my doubts?" "Know me." Who, Gongwei too!" Huangfusong stopped his laughter.

"The monarchs are powerful for the thieves, and we are worried about the insufficient strength of our army?" "Exactly! Please advise Huangfu Zhonglang!" Huangfu smiled softly and said slowly. "Although the thief army is powerful, they are all mobs. Fighting is only possible with a **** spirit. It is fine to fight with the wind. Once setbacks are encountered, it will not do. When Zhu Zhonglang came, the yellow turban immediately retired without distinguishing the true from the false."

"Soldiers, there are odds and odds. There are strange changes in the soldiers, not in numbers! I think that the yellow turban can be formed on the grass, and it can be broken by fire, and it can be burned away!" When the generals heard this, they were overjoyed. This is really true. A clever plan! Zhu Jun was always prudent and cautious in using soldiers. He spoke for a moment in deep thought.

"Brother Yizhen! Just after the heavy rain, it is cloudy again today, and the ground is still wet. I'm afraid the fire is not good." Huangfusong nodded: "Brother Gongwei's words are very reasonable, but our troops are exhausted. Weak, absolutely unable to resist tomorrow, we must take a risk! If this plan is not sold, what is the difference between dying in the city and dying outside the city?"

There really is no difference! The generals nodded at once. Snapped! Zhu Jun patted the case a few times: "Just according to Huangfu Zhonglang's words! The yellow towel will be attacked tomorrow morning and burned away! Tonight choose the sharps, pack up the armor, and have a good rest!" Huangfusong patted his hands: "Okay! Gongwei! Brother good spirit!"

After speaking, he blinked: "Actually, you don't have to die outside. As long as the yellow turban is messed up, we can take the opportunity to slip away!" That's it! The generals immediately breathed a sigh of relief. For this reason, the generals already knew that they would sneak attack on the Yellow Turban tomorrow morning. If it succeeded, it would be a great achievement. If it didn't succeed, it didn't matter. As long as the fire burns, stop the Yellow Turban for an hour or two, and the Han army will be out of danger.

The plan has been decided, and the rest is where to break through. The Yellow Turban Army set up 18 large camps around Changshe City. There are three at each corner of Changshe City, arranged in a pattern. There is one opposite each of the four city gates, and there are two remaining outside the south gate. Looking at the eighteen small wooden blocks on the case table, everyone understood that they could only break through to the north.

Huangfu pondered for a moment: "Fire to the north and burn the camp outside the north gate. The northeast corner and the northwest corner of the Yellow Turban Camp are separated by three or four miles. It takes a quarter of an hour for the entire team to leave the camp. This quarter of an hour is the time for us to escape. "Right!" Zhu Jun nodded: "Collect all the horses, ride two or three in one, throw away all the baggage, as long as you run dozens of miles and carry the Yellow Turban cavalry chase, you will be out of danger."

Huangfusong's finger ran across the map, pointing all the way to the northwest, and finally set it on a point: Xinzheng. "Xinzheng is a strong city. The city is five feet high. There are three thousand elite soldiers stationed there. There is a lot of food armor. When we enter Xinzheng, one can resist the city and hold on, and secondly, we can wait for the arrival of reinforcements from Luoyang. As long as we hold on for a few days, the battle will be guaranteed. Change."

"This is a very good remark! Just rely on the two middle lords!" The generals responded in unison.

At the beginning of the Yin Dynasty, the Han army in Changshe City got up. After the feast, they threw away all their luggage except for the weapons, armor, horses, and dry food. The horses and livestock in the city had been collected long ago, and the horses' hoofs were carefully wrapped in linen. Except for the thousand cavalry, it was barely enough for two people to ride. "The whole team set off!" Huangfusong ordered to start.

At this time, the sky is still not bright, and there is still some fog around it, and it is not very real. Although the ground was not completely dry, it was also much harder, so it was a good thing for the cavalry to run wild. The air is still filled with dampness, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Huangfusong led a thousand cavalry to the forefront. This thousand cavalry was the only remaining cavalry of the two Chinese lords. They were all brave and strong men who had escaped from the dead. This cavalry was intended to delay the Yellow Turban cavalry. Everyone is equipped with a bow and arrow and a ring head knife, and a few people are equipped with a spear.

A quarter of an hour later, more than four thousand Han troops approached the yellow turban camp outside the north gate. "Zhonglang, the Yellow Turban is unaware of it, and is sleeping soundly!" The scout's voice was filled with excitement. The Yellow Turban was unaware of it, which meant that it had been successful. "How about the barracks in the northeast and northwest corners?" Huangfusong's voice was as calm as before. "Unconsciously!" the scout whispered.

It was easy to do without noticing it, and Huangfusong immediately made a decision. "Three hundred people go to the northeast corner, three hundred people go to the northwest corner, and immediately go north after the fire is on fire. Don't love to fight! Four hundred people must burn the camp in the middle more harder!" "No!" Take the troops there.

A few moments later, the north of Changshe City lit up a little bit of fire. The Han cavalry took off the oil drum from the horse, soaked the arrow and torch with oil, and then drove away in groups. The Yellow Turban Camp was right in front of him, and the dozen or so sentinels guarding the gate had already been shot into sieves. Several Han riders dismounted to open the gate of the village, and hundreds of Han riders swarmed in.

There are very few military tents in the Yellow Turban Army. Most of them are temporary shelters built with grass branches. Seeing the appearance of the Yellow Turban Dazhai, the Han riders immediately had a foundation in their hearts. The chaotic grass is an excellent place for arson!