Chapter 249: Xiangfan City Falls, Watching the Fire from the Other Side

"Ant attachment!"

"Ant Attachment!!!"

Facing the high and thick-walled Xiangfan City, the Yellow Turban Army's generals kept shouting, urging them to change their tactics.

What is ant attachment?

People were ordered to carry bags of soil to cover the city walls, and in a moment they reached a height of several feet. People climbed up like ants, and the city walls eventually fell.

I saw more than a million Yellow Turbans, with fanaticism in their eyes, climbing up the city walls and fighting like ants without fear of death.

This is completely filled with life.

The defenders of Xiangfan boiled gold juice and threw down battering rams and logs. If the Yellow Turbans were not careful, they would be hit on the head and bleed, or be doused with the boiling gold juice.

Arrows rained down like rain, but the Yellow Turban Army was like a raging tide shaking the city walls, as if tireless. Many of them, even after being hit by several arrows, still insisted on moving forward.

The battle to climb the city wall was extremely brutal. The area in front of Xiangfan City was like a huge flesh and blood mill, grinding the corpses of people every moment.

Hundreds, thousands, or over ten thousand?

The blood flowed like a river and the blood floated like a river.

Xiangfan City was built next to the river. Due to its strong city walls, it was a battleground for military operations, hence the saying "sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai".

On one side is a city wall as thick as a mountain, and on the other side is a natural moat made of rivers, with the Qingzhou navy on standby.

But at this moment the river water was dyed blood red. The Yellow Turban Army crossed the river to fight, and the Qingzhou navy attacked them halfway across the river.

The Qingzhou Navy was the most powerful navy of the Liyang Dynasty. Compared with the Huanglong tower ships that were like giant dragons on rivers and lakes, the Yellow Turban Army only had small straw boats.

The dragon was bullied by shrimps in shallow water, but it was only shallow water. The deep lakes and rivers were the home turf of the Qingzhou navy. Time and again, poles weighing thousands of pounds fell down, resulting in the destruction of the ship and the death of people.

Corpses of all sizes were floating on the surface of the river, like ants drowned in water.

It is said that life is as worthless as grass. In this siege battle, the word "ant" is reflected vividly.

In the Yellow Turban Army, the nine leading generals discussed with each other.

"Attacking the city like this will cause too many casualties. Let's send the Yellow Turban warriors!"

"Okay, let's make a concerted effort and take Xiangfan!"

Three hundred yellow-turbaned warriors drank a bowl of golden talisman water and instantly changed their appearance, like giant spirits holding up the sky.

His face was as red as jade, his beard was like soap wool, he was ten feet tall, and he had the strength of a thousand pounds. On the side of his yellow turban, a golden ring shone in the sun; in the middle of his embroidered jacket, his iron armor was covered with frost and swallowed the moon's shadow.

On the body that looks like a white jade Vajra, there are engraved golden talismans, golden armor talismans, Vajra talismans, talismans for avoiding swords and weapons, talismans of the Five Strong Men of Shangqing, five thunder talismans, Tianpeng Mantra, etc.

He wears golden armor and a yellow robe, holds a command flag and a magic weapon, which has the ability to float in the air and turn into clouds, reverse the earth's magnetic field, and protect the body.

Insert it behind you, so majestic!
The command flag turned into a golden cloud, holding up the Yellow Turban warrior's figure, flying in the air. With the addition of the Five Thunder Talisman, he looked like a brilliant god.

He always guards the altar and comes to the world to subdue demons!
"kill!!!"

“Go first!!!”

Behind each Yellow Turban strongman, there are more than a thousand people following him. The Yellow Turban strongman is the vanguard. The talismans on his body light up, arrows automatically separate, and swords and weapons cannot harm him.

They rode on the golden clouds and came directly to the top of the city wall, like tigers and leopards entering a flock of sheep, slaughtering the soldiers defending the city. With their iron bodies and big hands like cattail leaf fans, they gently clapped their hands, and the soldiers vomited blood and died.

They broke the defenders' defense, and without their guard, countless Yellow Turbans followed closely behind them and climbed up the city wall and began to kill the defenders, but it was not enough.

I saw his muscles bulging high, his tendons and bones roaring like a dragon or python, and with golden thunder, he punched the city wall that was as hard as heavy iron and ice, making a series of roars.

There were also Yellow Turban strongmen who used their bodies as pillars and built golden clouds to shake the mountains. Even the strongest cities had holes broken through in these attacks.

The city wall was finally breached.

Under the city of Xiangfan, more than 600,000 innocent souls died. King Jing'an Zhao Heng did not have the popular support and cohesion of the Chu Kingdom during the Spring and Autumn Period, nor did he have the experts to help him defend the city.

In Prince Jing'an's Palace.

At this time, Zhao Heng frowned tightly, holding the rosary in his hand, watching his son Zhao Xun running in in a disheveled state, with his armor and blood on it, and the Bodhi rosary scattered all over the floor.

"Father, we can no longer defend Xiangfan City. Let's retreat!"

Zhao Heng's seemingly compassionate face suddenly turned ferocious, and he slapped Zhao Xun in the face: "Asshole, this Xiangfan City is my fiefdom, run?!!"

"Where can you run to?"

What made Zhao Heng even more angry was that his ambition was shattered. The world was in turmoil now, and as long as he sat back and watched, recruited soldiers and horses, and waited for the right time, he would eventually become emperor.

But now that Xiangfan is lost, we are like a stray dog ​​that has lost its home!

Zhao Xun was a little dazed by the slap from King Jing'an. He covered his face but still tried to persuade him, "Father, as long as we have the Qingshan Mountains, we will never be short of firewood. We still have the Qingzhou Navy. Sooner or later, we will be able to make a comeback."

How could Zhao Heng not know that the Qingzhou navy was his retreat, but he was unwilling to give up Xiangfan just like that.

"Damned Yellow Turbans!" he cursed viciously, the ferocity in his eyes no longer concealed.

Pei Nanwei, who was serving carefully at the side, was also startled and accidentally dropped a tea bowl on the ground.

Zhao Heng looked over with a grim expression, grabbed Pei Nanwei's hair, and said with an angry laugh: "Even if I lose Xiangfan, I will always be the master of Qingzhou."

"Don't even think about escaping from my hands in your lifetime, humph!"

Zhao Heng threw her to the ground, and five bright red fingerprints instantly appeared on her fair face. Pei Nanwei looked ashen, with bright red blood dripping from the corners of her mouth.

Zhao Heng ignored him and said to his son Zhao Xun: "Go, send a letter to Beiliang. Didn't Xu Chunlin seize the three states and is just across the river from us?"

"I can promise him weapons, armor, money, food, gold, silver, pearls and jade. As long as he sends troops to help me beat back the Yellow Turban rebels, I will give him whatever I can."

Seeing that Zhao Xun was still in a daze, Zhao Heng couldn't help but slap him again, which made him come to his senses.

"Father, ask Beiliang for help?!"

"Then how could Xu Chunlin send troops? Even if he did, it would be like courting death!"

Zhao Heng said angrily: "How could I not understand this truth, but is there a better way?"

"Also, write letters to Tai'an and several other vassal kings in the surrounding areas to make preparations for both scenarios."

"Yes!"

Zhao Heng knew that the hope was slim, but he still made the decision. He just hoped that the prince of Beiliang would not have too big an appetite.

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In the big tent of Beiliang in Jizhou City.

Zhao Xun finally led a team of elite cavalry to break through the Yellow Turban blockade and asked for help from Jizhou with a handwritten letter from King Jing'an Zhao Heng.

At this time, Xu Chunlin was sitting on the couch in the military tent, drinking and having fun, watching the war over there with a smile, and watching the fire from the other side of the river. Beside him were Hua Baoer, Hong She, Nangong Pushe, Huyan Guanyin, Yu Youwei, Zhao Fengya and others.

Her natural beauty made the simple military tent colorful. Xu Chunlin looked like a dandy young man and no one knew what he was here for.

With hazy eyes, he recited a poem to the prince of Jing'an, Zhao Xun, who was standing beside him: "Fine grape wine in a luminous cup, the pipa music urges me to drink, don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield, how many men have ever returned from the battles in history."

"Brother Zhao Shi, drink to victory!"

Zhao Xun's heart felt like it was being roasted by charcoal fire, so he had no mind to enjoy himself. However, when under someone's roof, he had to bow his head, and now he needed help from the other party.

He could only patiently ask, "May I ask if Beiliang is willing to send troops to help Qingzhou? Then Qingzhou will reward you handsomely!"

(End of this chapter)