Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

The Yellow Turban army thus used human lives to attack the city, advancing wave after wave.

Chen Shao stood in the army camp, watching the soldiers rushing past him, and was deeply moved.

Almost no one here tries to cheat or lie, pretending to lose a shoe or have diarrhea, or hide in the back.

Instead, they rushed and jostled each other as they climbed the ladder.

Chen Shao grabbed a Yellow Turban soldier who was running past.

"Hey! Are you in such a hurry to get yourself killed?!"

The soldier was only fourteen or fifteen years old. He turned to look at him with a look of disgust.

"What do you mean by 'sending people to their deaths'? This is war. How can you win if no one dies?"

Chen Shao lowered his voice:

"Let others go first..."

"Drink, tui!"

The boy spat and said angrily:

"If everyone thought like you, how could we win a battle? What difference would we make from the imperial court's lackeys?"

"Besides, I drank the talisman water, so I'm invulnerable to swords and spears."

"That's fake!"

Chen Shao glanced around and, seeing that everyone was still forging ahead and no one had noticed him, whispered:

"Those talisman waters are all scams. The ash is just ordinary paper ash. Drinking them will only give you diarrhea and won't do you any good."

The boy stared at Chen Shao for a long time.

He was already pale and thin, with high, prominent cheekbones.

That look makes him look even more like a ghost.

Chen Shao involuntarily took a step back. Had he been possessed?

He felt that he was very good at recruiting soldiers and deceiving people last time, but it was far from comparable to the effect of this talisman water.

The boy suddenly grinned, revealing that half of his front tooth was already missing.

He asked in return:

"I know it's fake, don't you know that?"

"ah?!"

Chen Shao froze, as if thunderbolts were striking his mind.

Boom boom boom!

It's fake, he knows it's fake!

He knew that the talisman water was just a strange-tasting soup that was both spicy and pungent, and that the yellow paper talisman couldn't stop the arrows.

They also knew that Chen Jiao's wielding of the peach wood sword and his chanting of incantations were nothing but a charade.

He knew everything, but he still charged forward.

Chen Shao chuckled and released his grip on the boy.

"Since you know that... you still went..."

The boy's clear eyes looked directly at Chen Shao.

"Brother, my father was beaten to death by those people. My mother and sister starved to death by the roadside while fleeing famine, just like two dogs."

"I farmed in my hometown, but was bullied by landlords. I fled famine and begged for food. I was chased by yamen runners. I hid in the mountains, but was then suppressed by government troops."

"In this world, we peasants are born to be beasts of burden, living day by day, and when we die, we don't even have a grave."

"But after General Chen arrived, for the first time, someone treated us like human beings."

He said that God is dead, which is why the world is like this, and we must fight against God now.

"If we win, our descendants won't be as pathetic as we were."

"Brother, can this still be called suicide?"

After he finished speaking, he ignored Chen Shao, turned around and rushed forward.

Its small body blended into the group, and it used its agile movements to squeeze to the front row.

With a push of his legs, he jumped up the ladder.

But from above, a huge rock was crashing down on them.

"No!"

Chen Shao roared.

But his words did not become law, and the stone did not slow down in the slightest.

It hit the boy squarely on the head.

The consequences were predictable, and Chen Shao turned his head away.

When he turned back, Chen Shao felt a surge of heat rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, burning his eyes.

He cursed loudly towards the city wall:

"Ma Yaozu, you son of a bitch, that was just a kid!"

Even though I know the other party can't hear me and my insults are unreasonable, age doesn't matter in a war.

But he just wanted to yell that.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

Chen Shao roared and charged forward with the people beside him.

Wu Song's face darkened.

With quick reflexes, he pulled her back.

"Your Majesty... mind your position..."

Wu Song was speechless with frustration; the emperor himself was leading the charge to attack his own city walls.

What's the big deal?

Although it's outrageous, it reflects a pure and innocent heart, which is rare.

Wu Song added in his mind: I like it!

"Let me go, let me go..."

At the front of the Yellow Turban army, Chen Jiao stood under a large yellow flag embroidered with Bagua symbols, his face ashen.

Each fallen soldier felt like a needle piercing his heart.

These were his brothers who had risked their lives with him, sharing meals from the same pot during the day, but now they were separated by death.

Although generals are said to be indifferent to life and death and treat it as a trivial matter.

But everyone has a heart, how could they not feel heartache?

What's even more worrying is that Wei Bo is not quite the same as the rumors suggest; his fighting strength today exceeded his expectations.

Miscalculated.

Chen Jiao felt a mix of emotions.

If he had known the other party was so fierce, he would never have resorted to this method.

It was my own fault...

The deputy general beside him looked at the situation on the city wall with deep concern.

"General, let's withdraw the troops first; there's no rush."

"The only way now is to launch a shallow attack and disrupt their morale in order to minimize casualties."

Chen Jiao decisively shook his head:

"A single burst of energy can be followed by a decline; others may not know this, but do you think you do?"

"Our brothers are all from humble backgrounds; they rely on this spirit."

"The damage to morale from a single defeat is immeasurable."

He whispered, "We can't perform rituals every time!"

"We must seize this opportunity today and take down Weibo in one fell swoop, or I will have no face to face the Commander-in-Chief!"

After saying that, he tossed the command flag to his deputy.

"You stay here and take command; I'll personally lead the attack on the city."

The lieutenant was terrified and stepped in front of him.

"General, you mustn't!"

"You are the commander-in-chief of the three armies, how can you personally risk your life?"

"If anything happens to you, this last piece of pure land belonging to the Yellow Turbans will be gone!"

"This humble general requests permission to attack the city in the general's stead. If I fail to take the city walls, I will bring my head upon myself!"

Chen Jiao told him to step aside in an unquestionable tone.

"A general should lead from the front!"

After saying that, he did not rush towards the city wall, but walked towards the largest catapult.

He stood on the leather bag.

The soldier beside him looked on in surprise: "What is the general doing?"

"Smash me onto the city wall!"

At this point, the siege is in full swing, and it is imperative to find a way to break the ice.

And this point is where a gap is torn open on the city wall.

If we can get one group of men to charge up, we can take the siege completely today.

Everyone was shocked; what kind of human cannonball was this?

But Chen Jiao used military orders to coerce him.

They had no choice but to comply.

The soldier in charge of the catapult was trembling, but he still gritted his teeth and roared:

"What are you all standing there for! General, get moving!"

The dozen or so operators immediately took their positions.

Normally, when launching projectiles, the winch is first pulled down to lower the tip, the projectile is loaded, and then all are pulled together on command.

But now, the one squatting in the ammunition pouch is their own general.

The soldier knelt on one knee beside the leather pouch:

"General, I dare to ask you to curl up and cover your head, with your neck pressed against your knees and your back facing down. Under no circumstances should you stretch out your limbs the moment you leave the bag."

Chen Jiao did as he was told and curled up into a ball.

More than a dozen people worked together to pull the winch.

"One, two! Release!"