Chapter 25 Strike when the Enemy Is Tired

As the yellow turban thief returned without success and entered the tent again, the defenders on the top of the city once again hung the sheep upside down in front of the drum. Trembling, the hind hooves hit the drum head hard, it seemed that dozens of drummers were struggling to beat the drums together for a while, and the sound of drumming suddenly sounded passionately and vigorously, as if thousands of troops were attacking together.

The sound of the drums was vigorous and strenuous, but the camp of the Yellow Turban bandits remained motionless.

"Oh, sleep and sleep, the Han army is just bluffing."

"That's right, I only know how to play drums but don't know how to send troops. It's just that I don't want us to sleep. Don't be fooled."

"Hey, these dog officers and soldiers really think of us as fools."

However, they obviously heard the sound of the drums beating, but the yellow turban thieves were unmoved, lying in the camp one by one, motionless, indifferent to the sound of the drums filling the eardrums, and turned a deaf ear.

At this time, the gate of the city opened quietly, and more than three hundred riders rode out from the gate. It was Liu Ye who had managed to gather the horses carried by the rangers who had come to vote, plus the war horses and rough horses in the city. A cavalry team, more than 300 riders are the elite of the city, and they don't care about life or death.

More than 300 riders, with their horses in their mouths, came out quietly from the city gate. The leader with thick eyebrows and big eyes, holding a long lance, was Liu Ye impressively.

"Relax and slack, this time we can't go deep, a certain order to retreat, you must obey, understand?"

Everyone nodded, Liu Ye hummed, and then waved his arm: "Assault!"

Rumble!

The dense drumbeats were mixed with a lot of rumbling trampling sounds. Thousands of horseshoes galloped on the ground, and there was a faint sense of power in it. In addition, the sound of the war drum was struck by the hind legs of the sheep hanging upside down, so the sound of the drum was endless, and the sound of the horse's hooves was immediately hidden in the sound of the drum.

In this way, a group of people quietly approached the camp of the Yellow Turban Thieves. But Liu Ye couldn't bear it any longer, and finally couldn't help but roared: "Breathe the thief!"

Three hundred iron cavalry rushed into the camp of the yellow turban bandits like a wind blowing wheat waves, and threw the torches on top of the camp.

The Yellow Turban Thieves originally thought that the third time was still just a bluff by the defenders in the city. How could they have imagined that the officers and soldiers would be so bold that they dared to go out of the city to make a sneak attack? The thief was so frightened that he ran out of the camp, only to be stabbed to death by the enemy immediately.

These more than three hundred riders were creating chaos in the Yellow Turban camp, but after all, the number was too small. After a period of chaos, the tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans finally reacted and began to encircle the Han army under the command of Marshal Pang Hun. And Liu Ye also felt that there were endless yellow turban thieves in all directions, especially the number of yellow turban thieves was getting denser and denser. At the moment when more than three hundred riders were almost surrounded by iron buckets of gold, he immediately ordered to break out.

Liu Ye was in charge of the sharp knife himself, at the forefront of the three hundred riders, waving the long lance in his hand left and right, the strong wind above the long lance scattered, but all the yellow scarf thieves who dared to block the way were stabbed to death by Liu Ye, with such a strong general as Liu Ye Acting as a sharp knife in front, the more than three hundred riders seemed to have really turned into a whirlwind, and the yellow scarf bandits were killed and injured wherever they passed, and no one could stop them.

Liu Ye led 300 riders out of the yellow turban formation and counted the number of people. There were only a few people dead. There are tens of thousands of people, but after all, horses are scarce, and two feet cannot keep up with four feet, so we have to give up.

The yellow turban bandits were attacking the city during the day, but they were quarreled three times in one night, and the defenders rushed out of the besieged city running around, their eyes were bloodshot at this moment, and after looking at each other, they returned helplessly. In his tent, he lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

And the Han army on the top of the city is really abominable. The yellow scarf thief just returned to the tent to lie down, but the thunderous drums sounded again, as if the ancient thunder god was beating his own drums. At this time, the nerves were extremely extreme The weakened Yellow Turban bandit rushed out of the camp with a weapon in his hand, but apart from the rumble of drums, there was no sign of a Han soldier.

Some Yellow Turban soldiers couldn't take it anymore, and simply lay down on the bed, even though the Han army beat the drums, they still didn't move. In this way, the rumbling drums continued all night, and the defenders would go out of the city to attack from time to time at night. The sound of rumbling war drums has been disturbing the eardrums of the Yellow Turban Army.

Just like that, the sky was twilight and the sun was slowly rising, while the tens of thousands of yellow scarf thieves had bloodshot eyes. Among them, they were disturbed by the sound of war drums last night. At this moment, their eyelids are drooping. Even if there is a supervisor behind them holding a knife and ax around their necks to attack the city, many people are probably unwilling to fight. .

Pang Hun looked impatiently at the Yellow Turban Army under his command, and suddenly felt angry. Although his camp was far away from Licheng, the sound of drums beating still reached his eardrums, even though he didn't have to personally Going out to fight, his face is still haggard.

Looking at the tens of thousands of troops under his command, all eyes are bloodshot, and the weapons in their hands can't be held firmly. Let alone attacking the city, it would be good to be able to stand firm.

Pang Hun frowned, the food in the camp was only used for a few days, if Licheng County could not be conquered in the near future, the tens of thousands of troops would be destroyed, let alone Pang Hun become the Yellow Turban Commander, Even if it is to save their lives, it may not be possible.

"Everyone cheer up, as long as we can conquer Licheng and kill Liu Ye, there will be plenty of food for me to eat, and some girls for everyone to have fun with!"

Pang Hun tried his best to boost the morale of the Yellow Turban Army, and above the top of the city, a burst of passionate drums sounded slowly, and the fighting spirit soared into the sky.

With a creak, the city gate slowly opened, and more than three hundred horsemen rode out slowly, followed by thousands of Han infantry. .

More than 300 cavalry are in the center, and more than 1,000 infantry are evenly distributed on both wings, forming a simple goose-shaped formation. The center is the first to ride a bay red horse, wearing leather armor, carrying a strong bow, and holding a long lance. It's Liu Ye.

"Break the thief!"

More than a thousand defenders yelled in unison, with a strong momentum, more than a thousand Han troops recharged their batteries, and their momentum surpassed thousands of troops.