Near East County, Yu Ai was the most powerful person. The three groups of the three canal marshals, Bai Rao and Sui Gu, each had about ten thousand people. Including the Yellow Turban family members, some mountain bandits and commoners who were attached to them, the total number was more than two hundred thousand. With their advantage in numbers, they managed to conquer many small counties and villages, and they had more and more men under their command. Now, the three of them had snatched some women from the rich families who had destroyed the towns and cities, and had taken seven or eight concubines. His ambitions were also growing, and he had already set his sights on Pu Yang.
At this moment, Lihu was facing water on one side and surrounded by mountains on three sides. Although it was not very high, the terrain was considered dangerous. A stronghold made of giant wood was built in the small triangle near the water. The natural and dangerous environment made the north unguarded. Three layers of antlers made of wood were placed at the gate of the stronghold, and two tall watchtowers were guarded by four Yellow Turban soldiers.
At this moment, the gate of the stockade was wide open. Groups of carriages and horses were rushing in. On them were the stolen gold, silver, and grain. Groups of people who did not join them were tied up with long ropes and slowly moved into the stockade. Beside them was a group of Yellow Turban "righteous men" who held long whips. If they found anyone who walked a little slower and caused the formation to be chaotic, they would shout loudly and whip them. The clothes of the people were not very sturdy to begin with. There was no end to the group as far as the eye could see. There were only a few people whose clothes were not torn into strips. Every shallow mark on the ground was accompanied by a line of faint blood stains, mixed with some flesh and blood, attracting mosquitoes and flies.
From time to time, there were also a few Yellow Turban generals riding horses. Some of them were carrying bulging bags, while others were carrying a woman lying face down on the horse. The woman's hands and feet were struggling in vain, but she was pressed down by the person on the horse.
In the largest tent in the middle of the stockade, four braziers made the inside as warm as spring. The thick cowhide felt served a good warming effect. Although the autumn wind outside was still a little bleak, a few big men inside were so hot that they were sweating.
The one in the middle was Yu Ai. He was born with sparse hair, and only a few strands of yellow curls were lying weakly on his huge forehead. The bony bulge on his head was very obvious, with a slight dent in the middle and two small hills on both sides, just like the legendary mandrill. If it was today, people would definitely think that this person was a freak.
Sui Gu also had a special characteristic that people would never forget. His two eyeballs were so big that they would fall out at any time. His eyelids could not completely accommodate them. If someone else entered the door, it might be their nose, but if it was him, it would definitely be his eyeballs. Although he was born with this appearance, he did not allow anyone to talk about this characteristic of his. As long as he heard it, there would only be one outcome-death.
Among the three of them, Bai Rao, who looked like an old farmer, was considered handsome. However, his skin had nothing to do with white. Instead, he was as black as a coal miner.
The three of them each held a woman they had snatched. The cloth on their bodies was not enough to make a pair of gloves. Under their demonic claws, they let out sorrowful moans.
However, this delicate cry had a stimulating effect on the adrenaline secretion in the ears of these sadistic people.
"Motherf * cker, why is this little hoof's leg clamped so tightly? It's not the first time I've played with her.”Bai Rao used all his strength but still couldn't separate the woman's tightly clenched thighs in his arms. He didn't know how he managed to get to the position of a canal commander under General Heaven Duke with such strength.
"Useless! He couldn't even handle a single woman. Just think about how many daughters of influential families there were in Puyang City. When the time comes, you won't even be able to play with it all the time.”Sui Gu's voice was very loud. The two Yellow Turban soldiers guarding the door heard him and laughed secretly.
"Sui Shuai, I heard that there is a family called Zhang Mansion in Puyang City. There are two beautiful women.”He had often heard of how beautiful and enchanting the two women in Zhang Feng's residence were. Only when Sui Gu entered the city did he catch a glimpse of them, and from then on, he could not forget them. []
"As soon as you say it, I'm excited. Of course it's true. That face, that round butt, just thinking about it made him angry. It was said that Zhang Feng was the new Puyang County Magistrate. One day, he would gather his brothers to raid his hometown. If he was sensible and obediently handed over those two women, he would spare his life. If he dared to say no, hmph hmph.”At this point, his hand was a little heavier, and the woman in his arms screamed.
"Then let's not delay any longer. We'll go and copy his *** tomorrow.”
"Bullshit! Gao Chijian of Puyang City. Zhang Feng wasn't around when he went to fight last time. Didn't he get nothing? He even accompanied one to two thousand of his brothers in for nothing. The city was now heavily guarded and no one was allowed to enter or leave. Although they could take it down by force, there would definitely be too many casualties. Hmm, let me think, maybe we can start from Zhang Village…"
Speaking of Zhang Village, the three of them immediately thought of the expensive wine sold inside and swallowed a mouthful of greedy saliva at the same time. Once, they robbed a wine merchant in Yangzhou and had the chance to taste this good wine that they could not get even if they sold themselves a hundred times. Since then, they had always wanted to taste this taste again. Later, they learned that this wine, which cost as much as 300 gold coins, was actually brewed in Zhang Village under their eyes.
Thinking of this, the three of them did not care about continuing to touch their mediocre women. They waved their hands impatiently, and the three women ran out of the tent naked.
The three of them spoke one after another. In the spirit of three stinky Yellow Turbans surpassing Zhuge Liang, they gradually discussed and decided on a plan that they thought was flawless...
The sky had just turned bright. The thick city gate of Zhang Village creaked open slowly with an ear-piercing sound of friction. A group of militiamen dressed in different colors, holding the same spear and a small shield on their left arm, walked out of the city first. Then, they spread out. After confirming that there was no problem in their surroundings, the villagers raised their sickles and pushed their two-wheeled carts out of the city in twos and threes. They walked towards their own fields. Although Zhang Village had power and wealth that outsiders did not know, in this chaotic situation, they had to be careful not to be met by the large group of Yellow Turban bandits even when they left the city gate.
Although their Zhang Village could not be called a city yet, in terms of scale and city defense, it was even better than Puyang.
The autumn harvest season was the most festive time of the year for farmers. The drought that had wreaked havoc everywhere in the past had not set foot here, so even if it did, there was no need to worry too much. Zhang Feng designed the most advanced water supply and drainage system in the world for Zhang Village. With only a little manpower, water could be supplied to the fields continuously.
The farmers were happily waving the sickles in their hands, cutting off the millet that symbolized their harvest, laying it down, and stacking it into a neat hill. The militia's mission was to ensure the safety of these farmers while they worked. Before they returned to the city, he could not relax his vigilance for a moment.
Sometimes there would be frosty weather in autumn, and today was the case. The visibility was less than 500 meters. He could only hope that the sun would rise quickly and disperse the damn fog. The militia leader craned his neck to look around, praying in his heart that he would not encounter a large group of Yellow Turban soldiers.
It was often like this. The more afraid they were of ghosts, the more they would encounter ghosts.
A few blurry figures appeared in his field of vision, and then more appeared. Suddenly, a large group of people wearing yellow scarves and holding various weapons rushed out from the fog, shouting,"The heavens are dead, the yellow heavens are dead." Their target was the militia.
"Enemy attack!" the militia leader shouted. Gather around me!" The militia who were on guard quickly approached him. Then, he raised the horn hanging on his chest and blew three short and hurried horns. The dull horn did not affect the effective distance due to the decrease in visibility. Soon, three or four long and distant horns came from the city in response.
Three short horns symbolized an enemy attack and a request for backup. The sound of a trombone meant that they would be coming soon. The sound of three or four at the same time meant that at least three troops would come to support them in the shortest time possible.
"Brothers!" Soldier Wu shouted. The brothers in the city will come to support us soon. Get into a square formation. We can't lose face before the cavalry comes to support us.”
"Yes!" the militia shouted. They were well-trained and formed three squads of five people in a row and ten people in a row.
Soldier Wu knew that although these militiamen were well-trained, they had never fought with real weapons on the battlefield, let alone facing the notorious Yellow Turban Army!
He had to give them some encouragement. Otherwise, it would be chaotic if they started fighting.
"Brothers, think about how Young Master Feng usually treats us, giving us land and a way out. If it weren't for him, we might have been buried here for years. And Chief Huang, Chief Wen, show me how you've been trained. Whoever f * cking messed up, let the Yellow Turban bandits rob their food, starved their wives and children, starved their parents to death, then go find a woman's belt and hang yourselves. There's no such coward in our Zhang Village!”
His words were half encouraging and half provoking. These new recruits quickly replaced their uneasiness and nervousness with a kind of hot-blooded and grateful emotion. Their legs were no longer trembling, their faces were no longer pale, and their backs were straight. Their eyes were filled with the conviction to defend their homes, their loved ones, and their harvest to the death.
That's right! If it weren't for Zhang Feng, his family would have starved to death on the streets of Puyang. That fatty surnamed Qiao didn't care about these lowly refugees, but Zhang Feng divided his land and called his brother-in-law into the winery to work with paper knives. In the first month, he didn't get a few rags, but a string of yellow copper coins. He thought about how he had a stone house, a marriage, a wife, and a child now. He definitely could not let all of this be destroyed by these cruel bastards!
Looking at the changes in his subordinates, Captain Wu felt more confident."Come on, bastards! Let's see how sharp the new weapons that our grandfathers have given us are!”
The leader of the Yellow Turban Army was Sui Gu. Relying on his fierce eyes, he could often scare others into turning tail and running away, even abandoning their weapons. However, what was going on today? These people were clearly a group of farmers. When they saw that he had brought so many people here, they actually didn't run. Instead, they formed a formation. Were they trying to resist? The gun in his hand was quite shiny. Could it be that it was made of wood and had been painted with a layer of silver paint?
Soon, he knew that it was genuine iron. The two Yellow Turbans who rushed to the front beside him gave him the answer with the blood that bloomed from their bodies.
He was so angry that he almost forgot his purpose."Motherf * cker, surround them! Kill them all!"
Relying on their numbers and strength, the layers of Yellow Turban surrounded the small team of 150 people. Although the weapons in their hands were scattered by the guns of others, it was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands. In an instant, there were casualties in the militia team.
The farmers who were harvesting had already run into the city. They knew that the militia would cover their backs.
"Everyone, don't be anxious. Reinforcements will be here soon.”Wu Bing shouted loudly, afraid that the morale of these new recruits would drop. If that happened, the cavalrymen might have to collect their corpses when they came out.
He knew very well that although the signal for reinforcements had been sent, according to Young Master Feng's training, no matter how urgent the reinforcements were, they had to gather before they could arrive. Old Yellow had said that they were not allowed to enter the battlefield in groups of two or three. That would be suicide.
Besides, there was nothing scary about these guys. Aren't they made of meat? When he stabbed his spear, he immediately held his stomach and fell. Pei, I thought it was some ruthless character.
"Everyone, don't worry. These guys were born by their mother and raised by their father. There was nothing to be afraid of. Could it be that they jumped out of the cracks of the rocks?”
Sui Gu glared at the person who shouted with his fierce eyes. He knew that this person was the leader of these more than a hundred people, so he shouted loudly,"Go, kill the one who led the shouting.”
When the Yellow Turban soldiers heard this, they rushed into the militia even more fiercely. While shouting slogans such as 'Great Virtuous Teacher, Help Me' and so on, they used the wooden sticks, dung forks, and other strange weapons in their hands to call out to the militia.
This was the first time they were fighting for real, and they were being attacked from the front. They were at a disadvantage in numbers. Although the morale that Soldier Wu had raised soon fell, the entire team of more than a hundred people was in danger.
At this time, both the Yellow Turban army and the militia felt a sudden tremor under their feet. At first, it was a tremor, but then the tremor became more and more intense. In the end, it was like an earthquake, and the small gravel on the ground jumped non-stop.
Amidst everyone's surprised cries, a group of about 200 cavalrymen brandished the weapons in their hands and galloped towards the battlefield. However, they did not have yellow turbans on their heads and were not on their side because their weapons were also spears.
Could it be another batch of reinforcements from the enemy?
The militia were on the verge of collapse. A militiaman was slashed by three enemies 'weapons at the same time. Before he fell to the ground, he shouted in grief and indignation,"Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?"
To their surprise, the two hundred cavalrymen were not the enemy's reinforcements. They plunged into the ranks of the Yellow Turban Army, causing their backs to immediately fall into chaos.
"It's our people! Brothers, cooperate with them and charge out!”Bing Tou Wu shouted in surprise. He didn't care whether it was true or not, he had to coax his own people first.
The weak fighting spirit of the people was once again stimulated. Rows of spears that shone with cold light were like the fingers of the death god. Whoever they touched would die. Their bloodthirsty eyes actually had a trace of desire for blood, although it was supported by the will to live.
This time, it was the Yellow Turban soldiers who were surrounded inside and outside that were forced back. Sui Gu had also quietly withdrawn from the battle at some point. Here, three long horns sounded from the east and west. The cavalry reinforcements from Zhang Village had finally arrived.
Almost at the same time, a group of cavalry appeared from the east and west corners. The spears on their horses were the same as those of the besieged civilians. The only difference was that they did not seem to intend to use them as weapons. The two groups of cavalry ran to a distance of 50 or 60 years from the main group. They divided into two rows, one to the left and the other to the right. They took off the riding bows on their backs and began riding and shooting at the Yellow Turban soldiers who were not wearing armor outside, which was rarely seen in the Central Plains!
This was the sprinting archery that Zhang Feng taught him. The difference between it and riding archery was that it was used against troops with low mobility or when attacking a city.
The militiamen who were surrounded cheered loudly. Now, no one doubted that they could survive, so when their bodies seemed to be exhausted, they injected another shot of confidence. The spears in their hands seemed to be weightless. They could easily swing the spears in a beautiful pattern, and then send the enemy closest to them flying. They screamed, and then a pool of hot stinky blood or one or two pieces of colorful internal organs fell from the air.
There was no training at all, but the Yellow Turban army, whose only advantage was their numbers, was in complete chaos. They threw down their weapons and fled in panic. Sui Gu, who was watching from afar, saw that the time had come. He shouted for them to retreat, and then led the large group of people to hurriedly disappear into the fog. The ground was littered with broken limbs and the wails of the wounded and corpses scattered everywhere. The surviving recruits lost the strength to support their bodies. Most of them squatted down and vomited.
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