Call of the Other World: Rebuilding the Glory of Zhenbei

Chapter 22: Yellow Turbans Attack the City, Bloodstained the Heavenly Wolf

At this moment, in front of the Tianlang Pass army, Guo Ju suddenly drew the sword from his waist, looked at the smoke and dust in the distance, and countless Yellow Turban troops swarmed in like ants.

Pointing his sword forward, Guo Ju shouted in a deep voice, "Get ready!"

Upon hearing the words, the messenger at the side raised the command flag high and waved it violently.

In an instant, thousands of Tianlang Pass defenders began to operate in an orderly manner like precision instruments.

More than a hundred sword and shield soldiers took a few steps forward and slammed the heavy shields in their hands to the ground. With a loud bang, a steel wall was instantly erected, firmly protecting the defenders in the rear.

"Archers prepare!"

The archers took off the longbows on their backs and took out the feather arrows from the quivers, but did not draw the strings to load the arrows. They just stared coldly ahead with emotionless eyes.

Facing the attack of the Yellow Turban Army, Guo Ju remained calm and issued orders calmly.

In the rear formation of the sword and shield soldiers, the archers had already bent their bows and drawn their arrows, waiting for Guo Ju's order to fire away the arrows.

One Thousand Steps...

Five hundred steps...

Two hundred steps...

Get closer.
The shouts of the Yellow Turban Army were clearly heard by the defenders of Tianlang Pass, and even some hunters with amazing eyesight could see the ferocious expressions on their faces.

The heaven and earth were silent at this moment, and the eyes of the two armies saw nothing but their opponents.

"put!"

"Fire arrows!"

Following Guo Ju's loud shout, the messenger swung the flag in his hand forward suddenly, and the officers in the archer camp swung their iron swords down without any hesitation. All the archers quickly released their right hands. They did not look at the direction of the arrows, nor did they care whether the arrows hit the enemy. They just kept taking arrows from the quiver and then shooting them, repeating the mechanical movements over and over again. This set of movements has been deeply rooted in their bones, and they will never forget it even if they die.

The sound of vibrating bowstrings suddenly rang out, and countless wolf-tooth feather arrows broke through the air, flew in the air for a distance, and then fell heavily on the heads of the Yellow Turban Army.

The battlefield is always a huge meat grinder.

No matter who you are, as long as you are in it, your life may be taken away at any time.

"Ah...arrow attack, arrow attack!"

"Raise your shield, raise your shield quickly!!!"

At this time, the Yellow Turban bandits' formation was in chaos. The common people and refugees in front of the formation had no wooden shields to defend themselves, so they were ruthlessly killed by the rain of arrows.

There were constant screams as countless Yellow Turban soldiers were killed by sharp arrows. Many of the Yellow Turban soldiers who did not die on the spot were trampled under the feet of their comrades who were like a tide behind them, and there was no sound anymore.

The screams continued to ring out, and the Yellow Turban bandits fell down like cut wheat.

However, more Yellow Turban refugees continued to rush towards the city walls. Some of them hastily set up wooden shields to resist the rain of arrows, but they were in a panic and many soldiers were hit by arrows and fell to the ground. Some people formed teams and immediately set up long boards that were cut down overnight and placed them on the trenches dug outside Tianlang Pass. They braved the rain of arrows from the city walls. The wooden boards placed on the deep trenches were not very stable. When large numbers of infantry rushed in, they inevitably rubbed shoulders with each other, and even the long boards fell over. Many soldiers fell down with screams, and their bodies were immediately pierced by the standing wooden stakes.

Wave after wave of arrows poured down like a rainstorm, and it seemed as if they would never stop. Except for the time it took for the defenders to change arrows after each round, the unprotected Yellow Turban Army was facing death all the time.

Groups of Yellow Turban soldiers fell down like harvested wheat, and their blood gathered into a stream that flowed into the fields, nourishing the crops. The distance of just a hundred steps became a chasm that most of the Yellow Turban soldiers could never cross.

"Pounding wood!"

On the wall, a sergeant from Tianlang Pass shouted loudly, and two armored soldiers behind him grabbed a log and threw it over the wall with all their strength.

The wooden log fell down the wall, and a Yellow Turban soldier with a dagger in his mouth was the first to be hit. He had no way to avoid it on the ladder, and the falling log hit him directly on the head. The Yellow Turban bandit didn't even let out a scream, and he rolled down the wall along with the wooden log. Several soldiers who were climbing up the ladder under the ladder were also hit and fell off the ladder and fell into the crowd.

If you are unlucky enough to get hit, your head will be broken and your bones and tendons will be broken.

The enemy's screams and groans did not shake the soldiers on the city wall at all. Screams came one after another from the bamboo ladders not far away. Arrows carried the wounded soldiers down from the ladders, and the soldiers under them crashed into the city wall.

Siege warfare is always the most brutal. When the Yellow Turban Army approached, countless logs and stones fell on their heads, and the archers on the city shot thousands of arrows. For a moment, countless Yellow Turban soldiers let out painful roars or unwilling wails.

After the ladders were set up, the Yellow Turban soldiers climbing on them were in an even worse situation. There are still many ways to deal with ladders during a siege.

Some soldiers defending the city used the pushing poles in their hands to push down the ladders forcibly, and then the Yellow Turban Army on them suffered, and were directly wiped into a pool of meat.

There were also people who would pour a basin of kerosene on the ladder and then shoot a rocket at it, and then the unlucky Yellow Turban bandits would even be burned to death.

Of course, the worst suffered were the Yellow Turban soldiers who were doused in gold juice.

The so-called golden juice is boiled human or animal excrement. If conditions permit, you can also add some poisonous weeds or the like into it.

There was a special person who used a large spoon, and as soon as he saw the Yellow Turban bandits attacking the city, he would pour soup down one spoonful at a time.

When boiling gold drips onto a person's body, it will not only cause burns, but will also corrode the body and aggravate the condition of the injured.

Gold juice was a very common substance used in ancient times to defend cities. Not only could it scald the enemy to death, but it also made the enemy dirty and caused wounds to rot, making them difficult to heal.

If the Yellow Turban soldiers who were doused with gold juice did not die on the spot, it would definitely not be luck, but despair.

Because once you are splashed with gold juice, not only will you have to endure the pain of burns all the time, but the worst thing is that the wound will not heal after being splashed with gold juice. Even a famous doctor can do nothing about this kind of injury...

“Ahh…”

The shouts and sounds of pain are endless.

Suddenly, the city wall was turned on like a meat grinder. The sound of metal clashing against metal continued, and the sound of soldiers' armor and flesh being torn apart could be heard...

At this time, there was a sea of ​​blood and corpses in front of the city wall. Broken limbs, broken spears and shields, and burned and shattered siege bamboo ladders were scattered all over the ground. The city wall was dyed red with blood, and it exuded a strange color under the light of the fire. People with weak minds would probably vomit on the spot if they saw it.

(End of this chapter)