That night, a strong wind blew!
Outside Changshe City, the Yellow Turban camps were endless.
Most of the 100,000 Yellow Turban bandits were resting in the camp.
After several days of failure in attacking the city, their morale was unstable, and they appeared rather tired.
The Yellow Turban commander Bo Cai was leading the generals in a meeting in the camp. The dog-headed military counselor looked at Changshe City shrouded in darkness and whispered,""Canal Marshal, we have to take down Changshe tomorrow.”
"Less than five thousand?"
Bo Cai smiled coldly, a cold light flashing in his eyes. If the Han army of less than five thousand soldiers were not defending Changshe, how could they resist his one hundred thousand soldiers?
"Tomorrow, we will take down Changshe in one fell swoop!" he said in a deep voice. Once they took down Changshe, they would not be far from Luoyang. At that time, they would meet up with the great teacher.”
"Yes!"
All the generals replied in unison, each of their faces brimming with pride.
Because they were certain that they would be able to take down Changshe City tomorrow.
"Let's conserve our strength tonight. Tomorrow, we'll work hard and win the championship.
Society."
"Yes!"
The generals immediately reported and left the flag of the central army to rest in their tents.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out the candlesticks in the tent, and the tent instantly darkened.
The dog-headed military advisor walked out of the tent and returned with a frown. He reported,""Chief, the wind is blowing, be careful of the enemy's fire attack.”
"Fire attack? With my 100,000 soldiers, do I still need to be afraid of Changshe City's night attack? In addition, according to the scouts, they had already found out that the Great Han reinforcements would only arrive in Changshe City the day after tomorrow. Therefore, they had to take down Changshe City tomorrow.”
Bocai didn't think much of it. The district mayor had five thousand soldiers and horses. How could he set fire to a hundred thousand Yellow Turban soldiers?
The dog-headed military advisor sighed in his heart and left.
Bo Cai wanted to wait until he occupied Changshe, then take the opportunity to break through the reinforcements one by one.
Na Bocai didn't know that in the darkness, the Eighteen Cavalry of Yan Yun had informed Yang Yi of the movements of the Yellow Turban camp, who was about to arrive at Changshe City.
" Report: 100,000 Yellow Turban rebels are all in the tent, looking extremely tired.”
Hearing the report of the Eighteen Cavalry of Yanyun, Yang Yi sneered and said in a deep voice,""Generals, listen up. After the second watch, set fire to the camp.”
"Yes!"
Immediately, he ordered the ten thousand black armored cavalry to quietly pour kerosene outside the camp.
The seven thousand white-robed soldiers and five thousand eagle-feathered archers fired arrows at Yang Yi's command.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A series of air-breaking sounds came. The Yellow Turban bandits were resting in their tents and did not know that the arrows that were like a rain of arrows had passed through the camp and landed in the oil and weeds.
For a moment, the kerosene ignited as soon as it came into contact with the fire, followed by a crackling sound.
At the same time, the tents were also engulfed in flames.
The Yellow Turban bandits were sleeping when they suddenly smelled a choking smell. Then, thick smoke rose in all directions and flames soared into the sky.
These Yellow Turban rebels were like turtles in a jar. Some of them were burned to death on the spot before they even woke up amidst the screams.
The wind helped the fire, and the fire carried the wind.
Even though the 100,000 Yellow Turban rebel army woke up, they were still in a mess, like headless flies.
Yellow Turban Qu Shuai Bo woke up from his sleep. When he heard the screams, he hurriedly ran out with his weapon.
When he saw it, his heart skipped a beat.
The camp had already been engulfed in flames, and the flames soared into the sky. About ten thousand of the hundred thousand Yellow Turban rebels were burned alive on the spot.
Bo Cai was furious. He didn't expect the Han army to launch a sneak attack. At the same time, he regretted setting up camp on the grass, allowing the Han army to use this to burn down the camp.
Bo Cai brandished his weapon and shouted angrily,"Hold on, hold on."”
Although he raised his arms and shouted, the Yellow Turban rebels were like a mob.
They fled in panic.
Bo Cai grabbed a fleeing Yellow Turban soldier and shouted,""No one is allowed to escape.”
With a loud shout, he led the 90,000 Yellow Turban bandits and wanted to charge out.
At this moment, the sounds of battle rang out. Ran Min, Chen Qingzhi, Yuwen Cheng, Luo Cheng, and the other generals rode their horses and blocked the way.
Apart from the 5,000 eagle feather master archers, they all shot arrows.
Fifteen thousand black-armored cavalry and seven thousand white-robed soldiers followed closely behind.
The Yellow Turban rebel army was extremely flustered and uneasy. They even felt that those generals and cavalry were too terrifying.
Yuwen Cheng led seven thousand white-robed soldiers, waving their phoenix wings and carving a bloody path.
When Yellow Turban Marshal Bo saw Yuwen Cheng's bravery, he was furious. He waved his weapon and charged over.
Yuwen Cheng snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a cold light. He saw Bo Cai waving his weapon and approaching. When Bo Cai got close, the phoenix wing gold plated boring quickly stabbed forward. With just a push, Bo Cai rushed straight towards the phoenix wing gold plated boring.
Bo Cai shouted loudly and spat out a mouthful of blood. He fell off his horse.
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