In the early morning of the next day, Changshe City felt like it was facing a formidable enemy.
The Yellow Turban soldiers, who had rested all night, began to mobilize, with gongs and drums ringing, and thousands of bells ringing. Rows of soldiers walked out of the camp, carrying ladders and other equipment, and lined up outside the south gate of the city. There were hundreds of thousands of them. People and horses, as far as the eye can see.
The officers and soldiers on the city tower immediately reported the enemy's movements to Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun. They sent people to call Chen Mu and quickly arrived at the south city gate.
"The enemy is coming fiercely. I am afraid that Chen Zigui attacked the Yellow Turban Camp at night last night and angered them."
Huangfusong saw an arrow fired from the city, and the Yellow Turban troops were arranged neatly. Although they were not divided into square formations, nor did they behave in an extremely orderly manner, the huge crowds of people seemed to be pressing down on them like a vast black cloud, which still gave people a great intimidating effect.
Thousands of archers on the city tower leaned out of the female wall to set up their bows and draw arrows in preparation. However, the enemy was an arrow away, about 300 meters away, beyond the range of the bow and arrow, so no one fired.
Zhu Jun looked at the Yellow Turban army and looked slightly moved: "The Yellow Turbans are probably going to mobilize in full force today, and the other four gates should be under considerable pressure."
Changshe City is not close to water. The nearest river is the Shuangjie River in the northwest. There are tributaries that flow into Changge Township, but it is only a few miles away from Changshe. Although there are canals from the Shuangjie River to irrigate farmland in the southeastern plains , but the water in the canal is too small, so there is no moat.
Without a moat, the pressure to defend the city will be very high. Because the enemy can besiege from all directions, once there is a gap somewhere, the blow to the city will be very heavy, so today's offensive will probably be difficult to defend.
Huangfusong said: "Yesterday, the boy was very loud and asked him to come out and have a look. Although the Yellow Turbans are a mob, there is a huge difference between a mob of 10,000 and a mob of more than 100,000. How can they be compared?"
Zhu Jun sighed and said: "It's better to order the good soldiers to prepare to defend the city first. After Chen Zigui became Qu Nihou, he boasted of his resourcefulness and followed Lu Zigan to win the battle. It's normal to have a louder tone. Yizhen should not do anything with the younger generation. If you don’t care about it, it’s better to focus on the present first and see how to defend the city.”
Huangfu Song then ordered to mobilize the entire army, including the 3,000 reinforcements that Chen Mu had entered the city yesterday, and all went up to the city wall. As the main attack point of the Yellow Turbans, the south gate had the largest number of soldiers guarding it. Counting the 3,000 soldiers yesterday, there were 10,000 soldiers in the city. Seven thousand people, eight thousand of them are in the south of the city.
Both sides were mobilizing. After a while, the Yellow Turban soldiers set up their formation. A cavalry came to the city to call for formation and shouted: "Listen, lackeys of the imperial court. I, Marshal Bo Caiqu of Taiping Dao, want to ask you, is there anyone in your city who dares to go out of the city to fight?" "
"Is this going to be a battle?"
Huangfu Song hesitated. The method of fighting generals was relatively rare, but it was not unheard of. This was attributed to the chivalrous style of the Han Dynasty, which liked to fight alone and show personal heroism.
However, this method has advantages and disadvantages when two armies are fighting. The advantage is that the morale of the winning side will be greatly increased. After all, soldiers like strong men. If they can defeat the enemy general in a duel, it will be a good thing for them. The morale of soldiers will be greatly improved.
But there are also disadvantages.
If they lose, the morale of their own soldiers will be very serious. For example, Hua Xiong killed several alliance generals in front of Sishui Pass, which made the alliance army very embarrassed and unable to advance or retreat. In the end, Guan Yu (actually Sun Jian) He took action and killed Hua Xiong with warm wine, which stopped the soldiers' declining morale.
Zhu Jun shook his head and said: "Our army is all recruited soldiers. They lack training on weekdays. They are not as good as the Yellow Turban Army. There are people who are good at martial arts. It is better not to fight with them. They want to attack the city. Let them come. Don't fall into the trap." , the momentum of the three armies has been reduced in vain."
"Well, I think so too."
Huangfu Song nodded: "Then shoot the knight to death to make it clear."
He was about to order the archers to release arrows, but at this moment, someone behind him suddenly said: "Since the Yellow Turban Soldiers gave you a chance to increase their momentum in vain, why did the two generals miss it?"
Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song turned around and saw Chen Mu coming over, and their eyes lit up.
I saw that Chen Mu had changed his clothes today, wearing a white robe and crane cloak, a silk scarf on his head, a feather fan in his hand, red lips and white teeth, a face like a crown jade, and eyes like a fox. Even if Huangfu Song didn't like Chen Mu's boastful remarks yesterday, he had to sigh in his heart. Duan is an elegant and beautiful young man.
However, it is one thing for a person to be good-looking. However, being good-looking these days has no connotation. There are many people who are disdainful and useless. Huangfu Song sneered and said: "Chen Zhonglang, you should stop expressing your petty opinions. Don't you know?" There are few soldiers in our army who are known for their bravery, but many of the Yellow Turban Army have rangers who practice martial arts all year round. Our army does not have brave generals, and if we leave the city, we will die in vain to increase the morale of others."
Chen Mu smiled and said: "General Huangfu doesn't have it, but I happen to have it. Let me introduce it to you. This is my sworn brother Zhang Fei and Zhang Yide. I once stabbed Guo Daxian, the commander of the Yellow Turban Canal in Jizhou, and his father-in-law Zuo to death with a spear in the army. 8. General Lu Zhonglang has a reputation of being an enemy of ten thousand people. As long as my third brother goes to war, no matter how many people come from the Yellow Turban, they will never come back."
"Yes, my spear has been thirsty for a long time."
Zhang Fei stood up at the right time to show off, holding an eight-foot-long steel spear in his hand, and a body of knotted tendons. Just standing there, there was a fierce aura rushing towards his face, which was shocking.
Zhu Jun praised: "What a mighty man. If you are like this, then go out of the city to meet the enemy."
After receiving the military order, Zhang Fei was overjoyed: "Wei, I will bring back the heads of a few thieves to make food and drinks for the general."
After saying that, he went down from the tower and went into battle.
"Dong dong dong dong!"
The drums were beating loudly in Changshe City, the city gates were opened, and Zhang Fei rode out of the city on a tall horse, followed by hundreds of soldiers on the left and right, lined up on both sides of the city.
On the towers, the drums were beating in unison, the gold medals were ringing, and there were formations on the battlefield, creating a sense of killing.
Zhang Fei rode his horse to the outside of the city. He was about a hundred meters away from the Yellow Turban soldiers, and his voice was like thunder: "Zhang Fei from Yan is here, who dares to come up and fight!"
Bo Cai, He Yi, He Man, Liu Pi, Gongdu Huang Shao and other seven or eight Yingchuan Yellow Turban generals gathered together to watch the battle on horseback.
Bo Cai squinted his eyes and said, "I didn't expect that the officers and soldiers would really dare to challenge me. Who will go?"
He Yi said: "Wu Bin, our warrior, was originally a ranger from Yingchuan. He is skilled in martial arts and has considerable strength. He can kill this man."
"go."
Bocai said in response.
A horseman immediately rushed out from He Yi's tent, waving the sword in his hand and shouting: "Wu Bin is here, the thief will come to you."
Zhang Fei galloped forward, and within less than a round of fighting between the two, Wu Bin was stabbed off his horse.
"hooooooooooo!"
The morale of the officers and soldiers on the city tower was greatly shaken, drums were beating to the sky, and they cheered loudly.
Zhang Fei laughed and said: "That's it? Come again!"
Bocai looked ugly and said, "Who else is going to fight?"
Huang Shao remembered yesterday's mistake, and in order to make up for it, he quickly said: "My general Zhou Ba is extremely powerful and brave, and he will definitely be able to kill this beast."
"go."
Only then did Bo utter one word.
A horseman ran out from under Huang Shao's tent, brandishing a bronze hammer and shouted: "Zhou Ba is here."
The two fought together again. After only two rounds, Zhou Ba was stabbed to death by Zhang Fei in the ribs because he exposed a flaw by swinging a copper hammer.
"hoooooooooooo!"
During the Eastern Han Dynasty, the spirit of chivalry was serious, and soldiers generally worshiped the strong. Seeing the generals and their troops winning a battle, the soldiers in the city waved their weapons and cheered, and the war drums roared on the towers. The momentum reached its peak.
Zhang Fei laughed loudly and said: "Do you Yellow Turban Soldiers only have this level of force? You are really just a chicken and a dog. You can't get enough of each one. I want to fight three of them!"
Bo Cai was furious and said: "Give me three and behead him!"
He Man, Liu Pi, Gong Du and other tribesmen immediately came out with three generals and rushed towards them on horseback.
The four of them fought together, and the fight lasted only ten rounds. One of them was stabbed to death by Zhang Fei, and he was dragged off his horse to capture the other alive. The last one was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, running back in despair.
"Too weak, too weak."
Zhang Fei sneered loudly: "This is what you call a general? He is just one of my enemies. If you come again, I will fight ten of you!"
"hoooooooo!"
The officers and soldiers on the city tower were all excited, waving flags and shouting with great force. There were only ten thousand people, but they seemed to cover up the momentum of the hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city.
On the other hand, in the Bo Cai Department, one hundred thousand troops were silent.
Unknowingly, morale dropped a lot, and everyone looked shocked, fearful of the bravery of the generals.
Bo Cai was almost going crazy.
Obviously there were no such fierce people in the army a few days ago, so why did a strong man appear out of nowhere in the blink of an eye?
He also had brave men under his command, but one by one died. Compared with that man, the brave generals under his command turned into chickens one by one.
"Ten more people will go! If you haven't beheaded him, you can come and see him yourself."
Bo Cai's face was as black as coal. Who suggested that the generals fight fiercely yesterday? That man deserves to die.
If I had known what they were doing by listening to their nonsense, it would be much better to attack the city honestly. Now the morale has dropped seriously. If we can't kill the man under the city to strengthen the army, I am afraid it will be difficult to attack the city today.
After Bo Cai gave the order, ten more soldiers came out from each general's tent and rode their horses to kill Zhang Fei.
Zhang Fei was not afraid, and the galloping horse actually charged them in the opposite direction.
The eleven people soon fought together.
Several weapons were thrust at him at the same time. Zhang Fei blocked from left to right, and his defense was so tight that even if ten people surrounded him, there was nothing he could do. On the contrary, because the horses took up too much space, only four or five people took action at a time.
It's not easy to deploy.
After a while, someone clever shouted: "Kill his horse!"
Shoot the man first and shoot the horse!
Everyone was reminded, and all weapons immediately went to greet Zhang Fei's horse.
Zhang Fei defended himself with ease, but the horse's body was too big to be able to block it. Soon the opponent found an opportunity and slashed him with a knife. The horse was in pain and ran wildly, knocking Zhang Fei off the horse.
"Oops!"
On the city wall, Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun and nearly ten thousand soldiers had their hearts in their throats.
Zhang Fei relied too much on him. Although he was invincible in a one-on-one fight, he couldn't beat four hands with two fists. The enemy didn't hit your people, but only poked your horse. There was really nothing you could do.
Once a cavalry commander loses his horse, not only will he be unable to use the horse's strength, but he will also be easily dragged to death by the enemy's superiority and mobility. No matter how strong he is, he cannot fight against ten cavalrymen alone.
Even Chen Mu, who was as steady as an old dog at first, frowned.
What are you doing with your sworn brother, one of you is enough to fight three, so why bother to be so pretentious and insist on fighting ten. Something has happened now, and there will be a big problem now.
"quick."
Although Huangfu Song disdained Chen Mu's rhetoric, he liked Zhang Fei's bravery very much. Seeing that Zhang Fei was accidentally overturned by a horse, he immediately shouted to the soldiers below the city: "Go and rescue Zhang Fei quickly."
However, the Yellow Turban Soldiers and Changshe City met within a stone's throw, which was about 300 meters. According to the convention, the battle was in the middle area, which was about 150 meters.
Don't think that 150 meters is very close. It takes Bolt more than 9 seconds to run 100 meters, let alone 150 meters for ordinary soldiers.
This short distance takes at least 20 seconds.
More than 20 seconds were enough for Zhang Fei to be stabbed to death ten times.
In the center of the battlefield, they saw horses galloping and loess filling the sky. Ten horsemen almost raised their weapons to stab the ground after Zhang Fei fell off his horse.
Although the dust obscured the field of vision and could not clearly see the situation on the field, almost every officer and soldier closed their eyes and could not bear to watch this scene.