Zhu Jun is very angry.

Qin Jie is very aggrieved.

Sun Jian was very injured.

Without him, the war would have been stalemate. The fighting lasted for more than a month, and both the offensive and defensive sides suffered heavy casualties.

Everyone was unhappy, but the "lucky general" was very happy and recruited two hundred more armed civilians.

Contrary to Sun Jian, who was scrambling to attack the city, Liu Bei, who was sitting on the bench, spent his whole day thinking about where to search and seize upgraded supreme members.

I’m really curious, what does this slim little daughter-in-law look like?

Now the teacher has been granted the title of Marquis and controls Jizhou, and the big Jinhua ham is studded with diamonds.

Besides, I have won big prizes in the first two battles, and I have over a thousand men under my command. If I don’t keep a low profile, I may not be able to dodge a sword attack by the end of the year.

In particular, I am most afraid of comparison in life and work.

Looking at Sun Er, who was wrapped up like a mummy, Liu Bei felt sorry for him.

Think about it, there will be three landlords fighting in the future, and it will be boring if there is one less player.

So, I quietly gave Er Lunzi an idea.

As soon as Zhu Jun took pictures of Shuai's case, he immediately piled up earth and attacked the city.

As a result, on the east wall of Wancheng, a mound grew higher and higher, almost reaching the level of the city.

Zhao Hong was shocked and mobilized heavy troops to defend.

In the evening, Zhu Jun and Qin Jie led thousands of troops to storm the east city, and the city was in full swing.

While the fierce battle was going on, Zhao Hong, the Yellow Turban general, suddenly heard a noise erupting in the west of the city.

Suddenly looking back, a battle flag with the word "Sun" rising slowly from the west gate tower of Wancheng.

Zhu Qin pretended to attack in the east, and Sun Jian broke through in the west.

Wancheng, broken.

As if thousands of arrows had pierced his heart, Zhao Hong felt his heart twisting.

Lowering his head, an arrow with blood protruded from his chest, the yellow scarf general, pawn.

Encountering successive blows, the morale of the Yellow Turban believers plummeted. The Han army attacked from the east and west, and the war in Wancheng entered its final moment.

Accepting the order at the critical moment, the Yellow Turban deputy general Han Zhong took over the command and led tens of thousands of believers to retreat to the inner city and tighten defense.

The inner city is small and the defensive force is abundant. It cannot be replicated by attacking from the east and west. It cannot be defeated by strong attacks from all sides for ten months, and the war is in a stalemate again.

Looking at the loving eyes of the "red" mummy covered in blood, I couldn't see the pitiful and unscrupulous strategist of my fellow card players, so I could only whisper in my ear.

Although Zhu Jun was hesitant, he really had no better way at the moment, so he nodded in agreement.

The Yellow Turban believers in the inner city are desperate, with no hope of survival, and are trapped in a fight.

As time goes by, food in the inner city gradually runs out, and even if you don't die in battle, you will starve to death.

Suddenly one day, Han Zhong discovered a flaw in the Han army's defense line, allowing him to fall off a rope and escape in the middle of the night. Thousands of people successfully sneaked out of Wancheng and rushed westward.

When they arrived at the river, they were surprised to find that the wooden bridge was destroyed, and Qin Jie and Sun Jian led the ambush troops to fight out. Han Zhong was defeated and captured.

Just when Sun Jian skillfully selected "armed civilians", Qin Jie massacred the prisoners out of anger, and more than a thousand heads of Han Zhong and other leaders were killed.

Shocked to hear that the Han army massacred prisoners, 30,000 Yellow Turban troops in the inner city fought to the death.

But the Han army was not much better. Nearly half of its troops were damaged, and they were exhausted both physically and mentally. It was really difficult to make any progress.

Only "Fuquan Xiaowei" Liu Bei's troops are fully equipped and the number of troops continues to increase, with more than a thousand people.

At the end of August, the Yellow Turban rebellions in various places gradually subsided, but Wancheng remained unsolved.

Under the pressure of the imperial court, in desperation, General You Zhonglang learned from General Zuo Zhonglang, pinching his nose and giving orders to the "lucky general".

"We have ten days to conquer the inner city."

"If General You Zhonglang can agree to a condition, the general will attack the city immediately."

Looking at Zhu Jun's surprised expression, Liu Bei smiled and said nothing.

"Speak!"

"Capture the inner city and hand all the prisoners over to the general. No one else is allowed to interfere."

Zhu Jun's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but look at Qin Jie.

If it hadn't been for the county governor's massacre of prisoners last time, Wancheng would have been recovered long ago.

Qin Jie killed Han Zhong and avenged his brother who died in the battle. As the governor of Nanyang County, it would be beneficial to him to deal with Wancheng as soon as possible.

So, Qin Taishou nodded slightly.

Zhu Jun nodded immediately: "Yes!"

After leaving the military tent, Erluzi followed him out and asked for advice without knowing why.

There are still 20,000 Yellow Turban rebels in the inner city. It’s just that you have big ears, but your mouth is so big?

Even if you have a big mouth, can you afford it?

Even if you can afford it, are you not afraid of gossiping?

Even if you are not afraid of gossip, what will the emperor think?

The big-mouthed Liu Bei smiled, knowing that Zhu Jun was still worried, so he said: "Have you heard about General Zuo Zhonglang establishing the Jingguan?"

Sun Jian nodded.

In Yuzhou, veteran general Huangfu used tens of thousands of heads to build the Beijing Temple.

This move promoted the military power of the Han army and suppressed the Yellow Turban rebels, which was really satisfying.

After bowing his hands towards Dongdu, Liu Bei continued to ask: "What are you looking at that day?"

After listening to Sun Jian's retelling, Zhu Jun stopped worrying and sighed secretly: This son's future is limitless!

Liu Bei, who received the military order, did not send a single soldier to attack, but only sent a former Yellow Turban believer as a messenger to the inner city.

"You are guilty of treason and are guilty of capital crime. Now Colonel Fuquan is willing to give you a chance to survive. You will surrender within three days and escort all of you to the Eastern Capital. Whether you live or die, you will be subject to the Holy Judgment!"

Sun Xia, the new Yellow Turban general, believed that the Han army was deceitful, so he asked "General Fu" to enter the city to prove his sincerity, otherwise he would rather die than surrender.

Now, not only did the two younger brothers refuse, but even Zhu Jun and Sun Jian shook their heads.

"The moth thief is cunning and cunning, and cannot be trusted."

Liu Bei was unmoved and said solemnly: "Be prepared for one person to exchange for the peace of the great man and the peace of the people, and you will die without regrets."

Under the attention of the Han army and with his brothers worried, Liu Bei arrived at the inner city gate alone.

"You guys should take a closer look. I have given you the title of Colonel Fuquan, Liu Bei and Liu Xuande. Open the door!"

In fact, no one is willing to die as long as there is a glimmer of hope.

The reason why Sun Xia put forward seemingly harsh conditions just shows that he is very eager to tell the truth.

Those who dislike goods are the ones who buy them. Otherwise, time is so precious, who would have the patience to beep with you?

I saw it clearly at the top of the city. I was deeply impressed by Liu Bei's magnanimity and bravery. Sun Xia punched the wall.

"What a Liu Xuande!"

The inner city has run out of food, and even if it doesn't drop, it won't be able to survive for a few days.

So, let's surrender. I hope the other party keeps his promise.

Not only Sun Xia thinks so, but all believers also know that they are at the end of their rope.

Therefore, without much effort, Sun Xia came to a consensus.

As a result, the inner city gate of Wancheng was opened, and more than 19,000 Yellow Turban prisoners put down their weapons and left the city empty-handed, surrendering to Liu Bei.

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This time, Liu Bei got the "real Zhang Mancheng Sword".

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At this point, from north to south, the last Yellow Turban force of more than 100,000 people was completely wiped out.

Of course, dozens of smaller Taiping Dao believers continue to grow throughout the country, becoming a factor of instability in the empire.

The army returned in triumph and was in high spirits.

But Sun Jian, who had 2,000 troops, was surprised to find that Liu Bei's army still maintained a strength of 1,000 people, and it seemed that he did not take advantage of this capture.

If you offer prisoners to the emperor, then you will be deceiving the emperor. If you don't realize this, you should go to bed as soon as possible.

Sun Jian came over and whispered mysteriously: "You heard..."

"Thank you! Don't buy it, don't use it, don't listen."

Why, you want to make it clear in a trick, I am more familiar with MLM than you, okay?
To be continued...