In Guangzong City, Zhang Jiao sat upright on the seat in the middle. On both sides of his lower head were Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang with an anxious look on his face. Apart from the three of them, there was no one else. Many Yellow Turban Generals rushed to the city wall. Even if they didn't go, they were on standby in the military camp in the city, ready to lead the Yellow Turban soldiers who had not participated in the battle yet to replace the exhausted fighters on the city wall.

"Brother, the Han army is sure to be sure to break the city now. I haven't attacked the city for so long, but I just chose today..." Zhang Liang said.

His eyelids were beating constantly, as if reminding something, and he felt that something was about to happen in his heart. Zhang Liang could know that it must be the reason why the Han army attacked the city now, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't figure out what made him feel restless. At least if the Han army wanted to attack the city, it would not be able to capture it without ten days or half a month.

However, another sentence echoed in his ears, constantly talking about the strangeness of the Han army's siege. If there is a problem, there must be a problem. After so long, it will definitely not be just a simple siege. As time goes by, the uneasiness in Zhang Liang's heart has not subsided, but has become more and more serious.

"How is the battle situation in the city wall?" Zhang Jiao slowly opened his eyes, his face remained unchanged, and he was still as calm as usual.

Some anxious Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang calmed down after seeing Zhang Jiao's deep eyes? Yes, what are they worried about? As long as the eldest brother is there, nothing is a problem, and nothing can be called a problem.

"Brother." Zhang Bao quickly stood up and sorted out the news that had just been sent by the four city gate guards in his mind, before he continued: "Now the four city gates have repelled the attacks of the Han army many times, causing heavy losses to the Han army. However, the same is true, many soldiers under our army were killed and injured! The Han army's siege equipment was too powerful. Although the soldiers were determined to die, they were still inevitably killed by the Han army's siege weapons."

"The four city gates were attacked by the Han army, and only the two city gates in the north and south were slightly weaker. Therefore, the reinforcements at these two city gates were divided into some to support the east and west city gates."

"Slightly weak?" Zhang Jiao exclaimed lightly, his eyes penetrated, and the images in his eyes had changed into the battlefield where he was fighting now.

Four city gates and four battlefields, the blood was soaring to the sky, so that when he looked away from a distance, his vision was a little blurred. Finally, his eyes fell on the north city gate, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The Han army attacked the four city gates like this. Although the war is in full swing now, it is possible to attack the city at any time. But it is precisely this that makes people even more puzzled. Because the four city gates attack together, all the Han army's forces cannot be condensed into one force, but instead dispersed. How can they attack? Therefore, there must be one place, which is the city wall they really want to attack, but where is that place?

Seeing a trace of confusion and confusion in Zhang Jiao's eyes, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang asked in unison: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"Second brother and third brother, you will quickly lead the troops to support the north and south city gates. In addition, Zhao Hong was ordered to prepare four elite troops, each elite troops went to one city gate, ready to collect the imperial city at any time."

"Yes!" Although he was puzzled, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang stood up and responded. What Zhang Jiao said has always made sense, and they didn't have to think too much, they just need to follow the orders.

Just as the two of them opened the door and were about to walk out, someone suddenly bumped into them. Their eyes narrowed, they opened their bodies to the side, and looked at the soldier wearing yellow turban armor with vigilance.

"General of the Heavenly King, General of the Earth, General of the Human King." The Yellow Turban soldier stopped in time and said panting.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Bao recognized the soldier as his personal soldier and asked hurriedly.

"In the city... there are many generals in the city who have been assassinated!"

"What?" With the screams, Zhang Bao saw the fire outside in his eyes. It was... the fire in the city!

"Today, it is probably the day when Guangzong City breaks through." Jia Xu looked at the fire at the end of his vision from afar. The fire was dazzling red and bright in the darkness. After a moment, more fires appeared in the darkness in the city, around Jia Xu's vision, burning the entire night sky red.

"Oh? Why?" asked Yun Ting, who was standing next to Jia Xu.

“Naturally…intuition.”

Yun Ting shook his head. It would be strange if he believed Jia Xu's words. Jia Xu must have seen something. As for what it was, he was too lazy to say, and Yun Ting was too lazy to ask, because what he could see now, looking down from the platform, the firelights everywhere in the city were enough to explain everything.

With the inside and outside, there must be Han troops in the city, and it is not just as simple as setting fire. Because even Yun Ting himself once set up chess pieces in the city he was going to attack, setting fires and assassinating the generals in the city on the day of siege. What he could think of, why can't others think of? Can't do it?

Guangzong is in danger.

"How is it?" In the darkness, someone whispered, his voice like a mosquito.

"No." He shook his head slowly, and the man in black looked out at a finger-sized hole opened in the window paper, and could see clearly the situation at the city gate.

There were braziers standing on both sides, and the burning flames shone brightly around them, and hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers were waiting there. The only thing they knew was the darkness they were familiar with was only in small corners on both sides of the street, but near the gates, the darkness came to an abrupt end.

This is also the reason why he shook his head. This time, the killers in the Killer Tower were all out, leaving only the seeds collected from various places in their nests and the left-behind killers who trained seeds. Others, including the killers on the human list and the killers on the ground list, all gathered in Guangzong City. Except for the killers who arranged to assassinate the Yellow Turban Generals, more killers were hiding around the four city gates in their own way.

They had to do something big, but unfortunately, when they really wanted to do it, they found that there was no way to implement it. They didn't even have to try it, because the number of soldiers arranged by the Yellow Turban Army around the city gate was too large, and the light brought by the fire was the natural enemy of people like them who were used to sneaking in the dark.

"Retreat." said the man in black and began to retreat. In the room where he was, there were four men in black like him. After hearing the order to withdraw, the four began to leave without any delay.

It is naturally good to be able to take down the city gate. If they can't take down, they won't take down. Being able to do what they can do according to their own strength is called self-knowledge.

"Is there any news from the other three city gates?" Lu Zhi looked at the siege in the distance and asked the guards beside him.

He has not put the main force in his hand in a long time, just to wait for the attention of the Yellow Turban Army to be attracted by the Han army in the other three aspects, so he has maintained his current situation and put pressure on the Yellow Turban Army guarding the city, but this pressure is not enough to be dangerous or threatening.

Among the troops he led, there are the most players, so Lu Zhi is not afraid of consumption, nor is he afraid of consumption at all. Among the vast majority of players, elite soldiers are mixed with siege in this way. In this way, the main force is already close to the city wall and can launch an attack at any time.

"Shuai Lu, the three-sided city walls have begun to attack according to the original plan."

"Send the order, the main force will attack the city and beat the war drum." Lu Zhi was not surprised. He was waiting for such an opportunity, and now, the time has come.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong, dongdong..." The drum beats of the war drum changed from calm and heavy to extremely fast drum beats, and they hit very quickly, simply.

"Finally, here we come." Sun Jian raised his head, looked at the nearby city wall, and moved to a higher place, where he could see the figures of the Yellow Turban soldiers guarding the city.

Han soldiers kept running past Sun Jian, running to the place where the ladder was, and climbing up the ladder quickly. Their backs were from near to far, from clear to blur in Sun Jian's eyes. After disappearing and reappearing, they had fallen and became a corpse.

From the beginning of the siege, Sun Jian, his Jiangdong Camp and Li Qianjun's death camp stopped three hundred meters away from the city wall and did not participate in the siege. They were waiting, standing behind the shield wall, waiting together, waiting for Lu Zhi to issue an order.

This looked like a turtle shrank, but that just looked. Every soldier under Sun Jian and Li Qianjun knew what challenges they were about to face. The dull waiting was for the moment when the moment completely exploded, and now, the wait was here.

The flames in Sun Jian's eyes finally expanded to the peak, occupying the entire pupil, and inhaling deeply, letting the breath roll in his chest and turning into a pure murderous intent. The drumming sound in his ears was beating like rolling thunder.

He held the fingers of the ancient ingot knife, loosened one by one, and clenched them again. Holding them tightly, the ancient ingot knife had become a part of his body, a cold sharp blade.

Thunder, frost, snow, flames, these are everything Sun Jian sees and touches now.

"Yes, it's finally here." Li Qianjun, who was standing side by side with Sun Jian, stroked the long knife, accompanied by a sigh.

He didn't know how many people would die in the Death Camp after this battle, whether he could attack Guangzong City, or even whether he could survive this battle. There are too many unknowns in life, but there are not so many questions in the battlefield. Even if it is a question that everyone is confused about, when will it die, here is just an answer sooner or later.

No matter who it is or how brave a person is, as long as he continues to fight here, he will die sooner or later. So there is no need to think about this question, don’t even touch it at all. Thinking can make people wise, but here it will make people slow and hesitate.

"The Death Camp (Jiangdong Camp) obeys the order and attacks the city with me!" Two loud roars and two figures rushed out together.

They had almost the same speed. While running, they left rows of forward footprints. They flew past the Han soldiers in front, walked over and quickly approached the city wall.

Behind the two, the soldiers of Jiangdong Camp and the Death Camp also ran together, following the footsteps of Sun Jian and Li Qianjun. As the two battalions that made Lu Zhi trust and used as sharp swords, they would never disappoint Lu Zhi or themselves.

Run, run forward. Run past the hesitant soldiers, run through the rain of arrows, and run through the corpses of the comrades lying on the ground. Everyone did not slow down. As they ran and moved forward, they waved the long sword in their hands and opened the feather arrows that they could not run through. Even if they were caught, they were just a muffled groan. No one stopped. Except for those who had no way to move their steps. They completely fell out of the line.

They were the comrades and brothers they knew, but they were too lucky and stayed here forever. Perhaps there were still people who could survive by chance. But maybe there were too many, there were only one chance, there were only one chance, no second or third time. So those people continued to move towards the city wall and towards the direction of each ladder.

There is no time to be sad, there is no time to stay, there is no time to take a look. Even if it is the companions who have fought side by side in life and death, and have entrusted their lives, the only thing they can do is to prevent the blood of these companions from flowing in vain, and use the blood of the enemy to water it to prove that they have existed and fought.

The more you get to the city, the more violent the arrows are. In almost every breath, countless arrows fall. Therefore, during this period of time under the city, there are corpses. Every step you take, you must be very careful not to step on the corpses. The soldiers in Jiangdong Camp and the Death Camp all have a long sword in their hands and a short sword on their waists. The armor on their bodies is light armor.

They were completely lightly. For the soldiers of these two battalions, every little weight on their bodies was an obstacle. They only had one task, no matter how many lives they had to pay or how many people died, lying in this place forever, with blood flowing, and they all wanted to take down Guangzong City!

Sun Jian swung his knife, and the blade of the ancient ingot knife accurately cut a feather arrow out of it and cut it into two halves. Another turn, a graceful sword light flashed, and more feather arrows hit the blade, causing a crisp sound of metal collision.

His indifferent progress did not slow down his pace because of these feather arrows. The blood filled Sun Jian's nose with a strong smell of blood, making it difficult for people to breathe. But this is the familiar smell of Sun Jian, and this is also the battlefield he is familiar with, because he is familiar with.

Taking a step forward, Sun Jian drove his face to the side, and a feather arrow flew across his cheek, a slight tingling pain brought out a clear blood mark. Warm blood appeared on his face, and he could clearly sense the flow of blood.

Don't hide because it's too slow. The next moment, Sun Jian was holding the ancient ingot knife in his mouth, and his hands were supported on the head of the ladder.
Chapter completed!