New Story of Lv Bu

The generals at all levels gave orders, and the generals of the state army jumped up and entered their positions. There was only a sound of bowstrings, and the bowman fired first. Thousands of arrows are like raindrops, shooting at the old and weak women and children who are attached to the city! "Oh!" "No, it's an arrow!" There was a burst of screams immediately under the city wall. The people who were shot by the arrows that obscured the sky were like dumplings, crackling down, and under the city wall, they suddenly became a mess.

"Beat the drum! If you hear the drum, you will kill you!" Looking at this chaotic scene, Chun Yuqiong, the veteran of the siege, waved his right hand. At this moment, absolutely can't take a half step back, use these seven or eight thousand old and weak women and children to consume the arrows and physical strength of the Bingzhou Army, wait for them to exhaust themselves, and then use their elite to attack the city, and they will surely be able to blast down! This is what it means when you are successful, and even 10,000 elites can afford it, let alone these seven or eight thousand old and weak women and children? In the eyes of Lord Yuan, they were nothing more than ants.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom boom! In Yuan Jun's army, the agitated drums rang again. At the same time, the elite steppers of Yuan Jun, who were supervising the battle far behind, shouted loudly, strode forward, grabbed knives and guns, and pressed towards the city wall. At the forefront were three or four thousand crossbowmen. They opened their bows and set up their arrows. The arrow was not pointing to the Union State Army, but the old and weak women and children!

At the moment when the drum sounded again, the old and weak women and children under the city wall screamed like a bear-hearted leopard. They used their hands and feet together, like apes climbing towards the city, completely ignoring the screaming around them. Falling robe Ze. Forward is death, backward is also death, it is better to strive forward! Most of these old and weak women and children were Yellow Turban thieves and Black Mountain thieves who were surrendered by Yuan Shao. They had long been accustomed to such scenes. For them, death in battle is a kind of relief, at least, they don't have to endure starvation anymore.

There are more and more ladders on the city wall of Zhongmou, and in a flash, there are more than a thousand. The old Confucian women and children struggled to climb up, and once they reached the top of the city, they screamed at the Bingzhou army above the city. They fight with sticks, hoes, sickles, and even their own heads and teeth. The waves in front fell down, the ones in the back were still pouring up!

At this moment, the county soldiers above the city head each held a long fork in their hands, four or five people in a ball, rushed forward, and the fork in their hands slammed against the ladder. Then, with a loud shout, they all pushed the ladder away from the city wall. The old and weak women and children on the ladder let out a scream, as the ladder fell heavily to the ground, arousing a cloud of yellow dust.

Boom! Whoosh?????? Above the head of the city, the trebuchet of the state army and the bed crossbow were launched together! Accompanied by a thunderbolt-like roar, the round sling flew into the air, drawing an arc, and then falling heavily among the old and weak women and children who were besieging the city. The blood spattered and the brains flew. After the sling fell, he jumped up again and opened a deep blood trough among the crowd.

Dozens of catapults were launched at once, and dozens of blood troughs were plowed around Zhongmou City. Over a thousand people fell to the ground wherever they passed. Suddenly, the entire city of Zhongmou became a **** of Shura, with miserable shouts, flying trapeze in mid-air, stumps and broken arms all over the ground, and dripping blood all over the place. Immediately shocked everyone.

In the past offensive and defensive battles, the Union State Army rarely used catapults, in order to issue a thunderous blow at the most critical moment to completely destroy the morale of the reinforcements. The spectacular sight of dozens of catapults launched together immediately destroyed the fighting will of the weak and old women and children in the Yellow Turban. In their minds, this kind of big killer with a thunderbolt-like sound must be the weapon of the devil in hell. It is used to punish the sinful people in the world. Now once they are on the scene, they are immediately frightened. Frightened.

"Hey! This is a weapon that only gods and demons have!" "It's not good! The doomsday that the great sage mentor said is coming!" The old and weak women and children wailed sternly, like flies without their heads, holding their heads. Generally, they flee in all directions. "Dare to leave the battlefield without authorization, kill without mercy!" Chun Yuqiong had expected this moment, and he drew his sword before giving an order.

Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh! The bowstrings rang for a while, and three or four thousand crossbowmen in the rear supervising the formation all shot together, and the arrows fell into the fleeing crowd. In less than a quarter of an hour, the old and weak women and children who had fled in Zhongmou City were immediately cleaned up. There was dripping blood everywhere, and the corpses were everywhere, and the dead were lying on their backs.

"Second shift, go! Adjust another five thousand crossbowmen to suppress the Bianzhou army at the head of the city! Prepare seven thousand elite, ready to grab the city at any time! I don't believe that Zhongmou City is cast in steel! It is a pile of corpses, I, Chun Yuqiong, will also conquer this Zhongmu city today!” Chun Yuqiong rode forward and boarded a high hill. Looking west from this position, everything about Zhongmu city head is vividly visible. The old and weak women and children at the head of the city have been beheaded by the Bingzhou Army. The county soldiers and Qingzhou soldiers are cleaning the battlefield and throwing corpses under the city wall.

Veteran Chunyuqiong gave an order, and Yuan Jun's second wave of attacks began again. This wave of attacks is different from the previous wave. Behind the old and weak women and children everywhere, there are seven or eight thousand crossbowmen. They opened their bows and set up arrows, and shot a rain of arrows towards the head of Zhongmu City. The rain of arrows fell on the head of Zhongmu City and immediately caused great casualties to the Bingzhou Army. "Zhang Dun! Cover the crossbowmen!"

The middle and lower-level officers of the Bingzhou Army roared loudly, holding a rattan card in one hand, waving the first knife of the 100-refined steel ring in their hand, and sometimes stretched out a kick to wake up the beaten subordinates. In the rain of arrows, the soldiers of the Union State Army hid behind the rattan card, and under the cover of the rattan card, they continued to shoot arrows and knock down the ladder on the top of the city. The crossbowmen were busy shooting at the Yuan Jun crossbowmen under the city. The suppression of the old and weak women and children who were attached to the city immediately weakened a lot. After dozens of breaths, more than a thousand old and weak women and children boarded the city. They roared and rushed straight to the Bingzhou Army! "Kill them all to have food!" "Live! To live!"

At this moment, someone suddenly sang a song, it was "Song of Begging to Live". "I am waiting for my good people, who often live under the eastern mountains, but suffer from a severe drought, without clothing, food, no livelihoods, and old and young are cooking and killing each other. Jiaoer cries and mourns, and my grandmother can't save her face by hiding her face. We meet every night, who can take care of him? Strong as grass bandits, whistling in the green woods, carnivorous, cooking bones and drinking human blood. Old and weak are powders, going through the day and evening, I don’t know who to enter? Escape and death, war and death, how is it? Fen arm and arm into Luoyang, fight all over, and pull the emperor off the horse! Begging for a living army, begging for a living army, there is no need for death and life, I hope that the next life will not be a man, a bird or a ghost, a dog and a horse!"

This "Song of Begging for Life" was made by Wu Mingshi. The tune is sad and sad and full of resentment. It has always been regarded as a military song by the Yellow Turban. Whenever faced with a critical moment of life and death, the Yellow Turban must sing a song, while singing "Song of Begging for Life", while launching a decisive charge of burning jade and stone. Therefore, "Song of Begging for Life" has been called "Song of Leaving" again, and the singing together means that the last moment has arrived!

At first, one person sang, and then ten people, one hundred people, and even ten thousand people ?????? Tens of thousands of people sang together, and the sound of deserted singing reverberated through the audience instantly, and you could listen to it from dozens of miles away To. The old and weak women and children roared, taking advantage of the gap between the Bianzhou Army and Yuan Jun's bow and crossbowmen, the ant attached to the city, like a tide of overwhelming mountains, and slew towards the county soldiers and Qingzhou soldiers.

Thousands of old and weak women and children were red-eyed together, shouting and charging. After coming forward, they dealt with one of three or five. Those who dig their crotches, those who dig their eyes, and those who hugged desperately, each took their responsibilities, but they looked orderly amidst the chaos. In an instant, the Bingzhou Army on the city’s head was beaten up immediately. Such a decisive attack, they hadn’t seen it before, and hundreds of people died in battle.

"Finalize! Use a bed crossbow to attack at close range!" Fortunately, Duan Yan above the tower was still sober-minded, and he immediately made the right choice. The discipline and obedience of the Qingzhou army and the county soldiers were still excellent, and they subconsciously carried out Duan Yan's orders. "Finalize! The bed crossbow is ready! The front team retreats! The rear team expands, the bed crossbow shoots!" In an instant, the Han army completed a series of tactical actions. Whoosh?????? Whoosh?????? Dozens of bed crossbows began to fire, and the huge arrows roared and shot out!

The three-foot-long huge arrow whizzed through one body after another, ignoring that the people wearing the candied haws on the arrow were not completely dead, and sculpted blood troughs among the old and weak women and children in the city. Then it was heavily nailed to the city wall. The feathers at the tail of the arrow were still trembling with a puff, and a large swath of blood splashed on the city wall. At this moment, the sad wailing echoed in everyone's ears. Whoosh?????? Then there was another bowstring sound, and the yellow scarf on the head of the city collapsed immediately. After all, no matter how strong the body and the will are, it will not be able to withstand the attack of iron and fire, and if you stick to it, you will die!

Above the city, the bodies of the old and weak women and children were emptied again, and one after another was thrown down the city. However, Yuan Jun's third wave of offensive began immediately. This time it was no longer the old and weak women and children of the Yellow Turban Army, but the actual 10,000 elite Yuan Jun foot soldiers. At this moment, the real siege has just begun! In the ensuing onslaught, can Zhongmoucheng be able to withstand it?

"It's so good! The death of these yellow towels is to eliminate the civil strife, and to merge with the state army, that is to eliminate foreign troubles! In any case, I Yuan Shao has the chance to win. After seven consecutive attacks, it should be almost the same. The order is passed to Chunyuqiong, today I am Yuan Shao wants to have dinner in the county office in Zhongmou City!" Yuan Shao shouted loudly in Yuan Jun's camp, on the towering car, holding his clairvoyance.