Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 1139 Feng Shui Turns

  Under Tongguan, the **** battle is still going on.

   The siege of a city has never been easy, let alone a pass like Tongguan.

  It is better to attack ten cities than one pass.

The reason is very simple. The siege can still encircle three gates and one, but the pass often has only one side. No matter how many troops the attacker has, it is difficult to use it to his heart's content. Go attack little by little, and go to cut open the green bricks of the city piece by piece.

  Human life is not even as good as a green brick. It's just that sometimes I don't take my own life seriously, and sometimes it's because others don't take it seriously.

Dozens of soldiers stood under the city, holding huge oar shields with both hands, leaning on the city wall, protecting the soldiers and civilians behind them under the shield, and unloading all the arrows and rolling logs and rocks on the city. , and under the scull shield, these soldiers and civilians are digging desperately to dig the foundation of Tongguan...

   "Get out!"

  Suddenly, someone pulled their necks and howled, but it was too late. With the torches dropped almost at the same time, they quickly engulfed this small formation that could resist arrows and rocks!

   Not long after the shrill screams, the flames gradually lost their breath, leaving only a bunch of black charcoal-like bodies that were bent or curled up.

   Such bodies are not rare under Tongguan.

  The dark and twisted arms, some of them pointing obliquely to the sky, seem to be accusing themselves of injustice, and seem to be cursing the living...

   "Send another team!"

  Yang Jun said indifferently as if he didn't see the flames transpiring.

  There is no source of food and grass, and the soldiers below cannot know, what is the best way?

   Let the cannon fodder die!

   On the one hand, it can reduce the consumption of food and grass, and on the other hand, it can also consume various equipment of the Tongguan defenders. Judging from the past two days, although there is still fire oil on Tongguan for defense, the number and frequency of use are decreasing.

   This works!

  The effective method will naturally continue to be used.

  Seeing another group of civilian husbands and auxiliary soldiers, under the supervision of the main soldiers, uttered desperate shouts and staggered forward, Yang Jun didn't know why, but he just couldn't calm down.

   It wasn't for these auxiliary soldiers and civilian husbands. No matter how many of these people died, Yang Junxin would not feel much regret. What he regretted even more was the food and grass that had been burned, and those armored warriors who were supervising the battle.

  In the past two days, the morale of his side has continued to drop.

  Yang Jun knew, but he was unmoved.

  Many people died, so will morale be lost?

   But what if morale drops?

It's like he has only one way to attack Tongguan, so these auxiliary soldiers and civilians who don't have much morale already have only one way. As long as the main soldiers are controlled, these things with little combat power can only be obedient , Obediently go to consume Tongguan's strength and equipment batch by batch!

  Huangfusong used this method to capture Tongguan. There is no reason why Yang Jun can't do it!

   Don't look at Yang Jun's face is calm now, as if nothing happened, but his heart is churning. The rear army I dispatched has not sent any news back for more than a day. Although in some cases, no news is good news, and news is generally bad news, but this feeling of being in a state of confusion, But it will make people gradually lose their self-confidence and lose themselves.

  Although he encouraged himself repeatedly, Yang Jun always had a premonition, a bad premonition, and this premonition soon became a reality.

  Amidst the noise of the troops in the army, Yang Jun turned his head suddenly, and saw a group of scouts rushing in with sweat profusely, and also saw the towering smoke rising from the sky in the distance...

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  At the head of Tongguan City, the pressure on Ma Yan has not been much easier these days.

  Each person knows their own affairs, and everyone has their own difficulties.

The Hongnong and Heluo regular soldiers brought by Yang Jun this time are not at the same level as the ordinary militiamen last time. Although they are only about three or four thousand, the pressure they exert is greater than that of tens of thousands of militiamen. Bigger and more threatening.

The key is that Tongguan has only experienced the last high-intensity battle not long ago, and many places have not been completely repaired. Don't look at some places that have been filled, but Ma Yan knows that under the soil layer, some places are just filled with wood. The shelves are improvised, not all solid rammed earth.

Therefore, whenever Yang Jun dispatched excavating soldiers to this area, Ma Yan thought that he would not be able to save the use of kerosene, otherwise, once the bricks and soil covering the surface were dug up, the wooden frame inside would not be able to withstand it for a long time. !

With the passage of time, the anxiety in Ma Yan's heart is also accumulating little by little. It is inevitable that he is not as calm as he was at the beginning. are increasing.

  How long can I keep it?

  How long do you have to guard?

   No one can give Ma Yan the answer, and Ma Yan has nowhere to look for the answer.

However, when the long sound of horns sounded in the distance to the east, Ma Yan, who hadn't laughed for many days, suddenly laughed and clapped excitedly: "Come on! Damn it, beat the drums for me! Hahaha Zhang Wenyuan, yes, Zhang Wenyuan!"

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  Yang Jun stood under the command of the Chinese army, just looking east. As for the auxiliary soldiers and civilian husbands who were originally sent to Tongguan, they stopped at some point, and stood blankly on the way, ignoring them.

  Yang Junlue's thin body trembled unknowingly. He clenched his fists tightly and said through gritted teeth, "Why...why...why!"

  The rumble of war drums on the top of Tongguan City suddenly woke Yang Jun up, and he suddenly came back to his senses, shouting: "Line up! Line up! Don't let the enemy rush into the camp!"

  But the soldiers of the Yang family, at this moment, most of them seem to be stuck in glue from top to bottom, and even their movements are extremely stiff.

  Everyone knows what it means when General Zhengxi's troops appear in the rear.

  But no one knows how to defend themselves when General Zhengxi’s cavalry roars towards them...

  At any time, when a well-equipped cavalry appears on the battlefield, it is a great deterrent to both the commander and the soldiers.

Yang Jun's soldiers looked at the three-color flag raised high in the distance, at the cavalry commander among them, leading the men and horses, advancing slowly, not in a hurry; at the forest-like cavalry guns pointing directly at the sky, shining with awe. The cold look of people; watching the cavalry who rushed forward quickly rushed to the front of the formation, pulled out a few flags from behind, and threw them on the open space of the rear camp like throwing rags...

  The soldiers of the Yang family with these flags were very familiar, and they immediately caused a commotion.

   Several soldiers stepped forward cautiously, then quickly rolled up the flags in their arms, and brought them to Yang Jun.

Looking at Yang Jun, he felt that his body was shaking. He encouraged him to stand and straightened his waist, because he knew that once his waist was bent, it would not be so easy to straighten up again. up.

  On the ground, there is the banner of the rear army sent out by myself...

  The most important thing is that there is also the blue bird flag representing Duke Yang's cavalry...

  Yang Jun closed his eyes in pain,

It can be seen how much Yang Biao cherishes and values ​​this cavalry, and even decided to use the blue bird as its logo. the sparrow...

  Gong Yang has already taken out all his family assets, but behind the cavalry of the General Zhengxi, how many soldiers are there, how many horses are there, and how many cards are there that have not been shown?

  Yang Jun looked up at the big "Han" flag written on his head, and suddenly burst into tears.

   "Big man..."

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  Luo Yang, five hundred miles away, seemed to feel Yang Jun's sorrow, and it began to rain lightly and continuously.

Luo Yangcheng, now no longer has the elegant and luxurious temperament as before, but is a bit bleak, just like an extremely exquisite Internet celebrity beauty, who took off her makeup, washed her face, and turned off the beauty filter Same.

Outside the gate of Luoyang city, the traces of the fire in the past are still not eliminated, spreading like scars on the city wall, and the green bricks of the city wall have not been completely repaired. It becomes more poetic, but more decadent and miserable.

Although the rain was not heavy, it also hindered many repair projects and cut off the flow of people. There were only scattered laborers, half-dead, who were picked or dragged, shivering in the rain, struggling in the mud and water. move forward.

  The rain and fog in the distance suddenly moved, and then there was the sound of footsteps trampling on the muddy water, and a group of figures appeared in the rain and fog...

  The defenders at the head of Luoyang City, while complaining, ran out from the shelter from the rain, lay on the battlements, stood guard, and looked down.

In the rain, thirty or forty people came staggeringly, and the first ones still held the banner of the Han army, but the banner was already in tatters, and the personnel were all in a panic. They were wearing drape and dangling after soaking up the rain, and a dozen of them were wearing helmets crookedly, as if they were about to fall off at any moment. Everyone shuffled and walked forward with the support of knives and guns, as if these knives and guns were not weapons but crutches.

   The soldiers guarding the city of Luoyang were relieved immediately, but they looked at each other in blank dismay, and it seemed that they were a group of fleeing soldiers, but they didn't know where they came from...

The head of the village on duty lay on the battlements and shouted loudly: "Stand up the fuck! Don't go forward, rush into the city gate, don't complain if you are shot to death! Report the number first, where is the **** here?"

   That’s what they said, but in fact, no one raised their bows and arrows on the city wall, and they didn’t even close the city gate. Isn’t it just thirty or forty routs who don’t know where they came from? Is it worth the fuss?

"Someone is a guard from Gong County!" Someone in the queue replied loudly, "There are bandits in Gong County, and they are besieging the city! So and so took his brother and was ordered to break out of the encirclement and report the news! Thieves and his mother... there were hundreds of people when they broke through the encirclement , and now... quickly report, and don't let a certain brother die in vain..."

   "Gong County, the thief?" The head of the station on duty widened his eyes, "Where did the thief come from? He even came to Gong County?!"

   "Damn it, how did someone know... He came all of a sudden, without even showing the banner..."

   "No banners at all? Damn it... Hey, these days... It's okay, I can't say it, hurry up and go through the trench, go to the city and report to the higher-ups, and see what the regulations are..."

  Luoyang City was originally surrounded by Luoshui as a moat, but after the fire, no one maintained it for a long time, and the trenches also collapsed. Now it is being re-excavated, so the water inlet is blocked. At present, it is only a deep ditch, and there is no water storage.

  When thirty or forty people heard the words, they moved forward in disorder.

In front of the trench, the team leader guarding the wooden bridge and the city gate looked a little old, or the officials at the city gate at the foot of the emperor were more or less majestic, at least wearing leather armor and wearing a military scarf on their heads. Wearing wooden clogs under his feet, he looks a little bit different. Seeing these people in a state of embarrassment, he didn't stop them for questioning carefully, but just shook his head and sighed, and then muttered something like "...why bother... working your life..." and the mood faded He waved his hand and signaled for these people to enter the city.

   At this moment, a military officer came out from the city, and two guards held high umbrellas to shield them from the wind and rain. The big red cloak on their bodies was stained with some rainwater, as if the color of blood had fainted.

   "What are you doing? Stop it!" Seeing this, the military officer immediately frowned and asked, "Why are you letting everyone in!"

  Before the chief of the city could speak, there was a moment of silence among the 30 or 40 people who were in a state of distress, and suddenly someone shouted out among them: "Kill him! Grab the door!"

  The soldiers who pretended to be fleeing soldiers suddenly shouted together, and rushed forward fiercely!

  Among the rain and fog, there was a faint thunderous sound coming from afar...

Xia Houyuan rode his horse out of the rain and mist, looked at the city gate in chaos, laughed, drew out his saber with a clang, and shouted loudly: "Boys, it's time to get rich! Hurry up! Get your money back!" Show off all your energy for breastfeeding! Grab the door for me!"

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"Duke Yang! Duke Yang! The big thing is bad! The big thing is not good! Ahh..." The frightened attendant rushed in from outside the courtyard, but accidentally stepped on the moss on the stone steps, sneered and gnawed the mud like a dog. When they arrived in the courtyard, they rolled all over in a mess.

   "...Yang Gong," the attendant who reported the letter didn't care about his embarrassment and pain, and quickly stood up and raised his head and said, "Someone is robbing the city! Seize the city! There are a lot of cavalry, no fewer than a thousand!"

   "Which door?" Yang Biao stood up abruptly, "Shangximen? Yongmen? Guangyangmen?"

   "None...None..." The attendant got up with bared teeth and mouth, and said quickly, "It's the Middle East Gate..."

   "The Middle East Gate, why is it in the Middle East Gate?" Yang Biao asked in disbelief, "You said it wasn't the west side? Could it be that it wasn't General Zhengxi's men? Who was it under the banner of?"

   "The banner, the banner is... General Pingdong Cao..."

At this moment, the noise from the city gate finally came, and amidst the sound of raindrops beating on the tiles like accompaniment music, rhythmic slogans resounded over Luoyang City: "Traitors, protect the Lord! Kuang Sheji, protect the great man!"

  Hearing this, Yang Biao almost spit out a mouthful of old blood...

  (end of this chapter)