"Dang, dang!"

At night, Nanyang City came again as promised, and all kinds of bowls and drums sounded loudly, resounding for a while. But looking at the situation of the Yellow Turban Camp in the distance, it was not affected at all, and even the slightest turbulence was not alarmed.

In the Yellow Turban camp, the guards who should sleep and guards who should guard seem to be used to the sudden attack. They are used to it. This sound sounds sounded every night in Nanyang City for even a few days. At first, the Yellow Turban soldiers were shocked, and they didn't even feel sleepy at all, thinking that the Han army was coming to attack. But it was not. With the arms and even the armor they were not wearing, they walked out of the camp where they were living, but it was not the Han army that was attacking.

After realizing that it was just a false alarm, the soldiers returned to the camp to rest. They had just closed their eyes for a while and were drowsy, but not long after, the noise came out. Even if they were unwilling, they had to get up again and get weapons and beware of the sudden attack on the camp.

It just happened over and over again. The soldiers did not rest well overnight. When they attacked the city during the day the next day, they were full of fatigue and even less energetic. Naturally, even the walls of Nanyang City could not be attacked.

Such days have lasted for three days, and who would not get used to it? After knowing that it was just a false alarm, the Yellow Turban soldiers should eat, drink, and watch the night, and follow the steps, but no one will care about the noise. Even so, they cannot rest well, but it is better than not having a rest.

Under this situation, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Mancheng, had no good idea. He could only secretly increase the alert level and send more Yellow Turban Army soldiers to watch the night to prevent the sudden attack of the Han army. For several days, Yiren has been reminded by various means. Zhang Mancheng suddenly realized that this was not just a simple plan of exhaustion, but also a prelude to a night attack. However, he had never seen a night attack for several days, so he gradually doubted whether he had made a big fuss. You must know that he had already ambushed next to the camp with three elite teams of thousands of people for a long time and had to get into the trap!

At this moment, Zhang Mancheng's tent was brightly lit, and the surroundings were firmly controlled by soldiers, and no one was allowed to approach. In the tent, Zhang Mancheng's generals were even full of people. Apart from that, there were no players, that is, no matter in the Han army camp or the Yellow Turban army camp, players were still not able to participate in various major decisions.

"Sir Qu, we can't continue like this anymore." A Yellow Turban General sitting down stood up with a worried face.

In recent days, he has also seen with his own eyes how effective the Han army's strategy has been. Not only were the soldiers below extremely tired, but even the generals were worried all night, fearing that any noise would be the real Han army camp. If this situation was done, he would be afraid that there would be no war and he would almost never attack the city. The siege a few days ago, and the attacks on the city were driven down by the Han army several times, which had a huge impact on morale. Now it was replaced by the physical impact. He was really unsure of how much combat power the soldiers below had.

He continued to advise: "If this continues, the soldiers will not have any combat power, and the attack on Nanyang City will be wasted all their efforts until now."

"I know." Zhang Mancheng said lightly. He was not in a hurry. He had been delaying in Nanyang City for too long, and he did not flatten the city on the road as quickly as before, which caused huge psychological pressure to the soldiers. I was afraid that if I continued like this, the refugees and some Yellow Turban soldiers would mutiny. But no matter how unfavorable the situation was, the head coach could not shake any of them, let alone let his subordinates see his embarrassing side.

"Sir Qu, otherwise we can rest during the day, how about the night battle?" A general suggested.

Another Yellow Turban General shook his head and questioned: "If Nanyang City is that kind of small city, night battles are useful, but it is tall and strong. If we cannot break through one gate in the night battle, we are afraid that the losses will be greater."

He paused, not giving the general he had proposed any face, and continued, "And you should have seen it, the city was as bright as daytime, even if the night battles were fought, I was afraid that I would not be able to achieve any effect."

"This is not possible, that is not possible! Humph!" A general sat down angrily, his face full of anger.

At this time, Zhang Mancheng spoke slowly and asked, "Zhao Hong, has the catapult arrived from behind arrived?"

A general who had been silent then stood up and replied: "Sir Qu, there are five catapults in total, and they have arrived today at dusk. I have sent craftsmen to maintain and assemble them, and they will be available tomorrow morning."

"Okay!" Zhang Mancheng's hand slapped the armrests on the chair, looked around the generals below, and said loudly in a fanatical tone: "Tomorrow morning! All siege equipment is put into use, for Huang Tian!"

"For Huang Tian!" There were bursts of shouts in the big tent.

On the other side, in the camp where the Yellow Turban soldiers lived, there was a Yellow Turban soldier leaning against a haystack, yawning and crossing his legs and squinting his eyes at the moon. He curled his lips. He listened to the faint sound, and couldn't help but smile a few sarcastic smiles appeared on the corner of his mouth. He reached out and pulled off the yellow turban on his head, wiped off the oil stains stained by eating barbecue, then rubbed it and threw it on the ground beside him.

Fortunately, there were no Yellow Turban soldiers with him here, and the Yellow Turban soldiers in the distance were also taking advantage of a moment to rest, so no one noticed his move to throw away the turban at this moment. Otherwise, some fanatical soldiers would probably pounce on him and have a good fight with him.

But it seems that this Yellow Turban soldier is not a good person to mess with. Just because some soldiers can only drink porridge, he can still eat oily mouths all over his mouth, which is enough to say everything.

I don't know when there was an extra figure behind him.

"I'm back, Luoshu?" Hetu said carelessly, rubbing his butt, changing to a comfortable position, and looking back, it was indeed the Beifu Luoshu that went out.

"How is it?" he continued.

"If it's not good, what else can I do?" Luo Shu shrugged.

"After discussing and discussing, we can only hope that Huang Tian will be the one who is here to fight? The attack camp tonight should be successful. We just need to accurately guide them to the area of ​​the siege equipment."
Chapter completed!