Chapter 48

"Ah!!?" Huangfu Song also sighed helplessly, listening to the endless curses from outside, and sat down somewhat dejectedly. To say that Huangfu Song was not angry after being cursed by the Yellow Turbans for two days, no one would believe it. But Huangfu Song was also helpless. Most of the soldiers he led were new recruits with low morale. How could they fight against the Yellow Turbans, who numbered over a hundred thousand? If they fell for the Yellow Turbans' provocation, Changshe might not be able to hold, and all the civilians in the city would likely not survive.

" Gongwei, we must still hold on. I have already sent out the request for reinforcements. I believe the court will certainly send us reinforcements. Moreover, if the news reaches the First Prince Liu Yao, he will surely come to our aid," said Huangfu Song.

Hearing Liu Yao's name, Zhu Jun couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. "That's right. A month is enough time for His Highness to travel from Youzhou to Yingchuan. Our news must have already reached the First Prince. Even the Wuhuan First Prince can be easily defeated, how could these Yellow Turbans be his match?"

Just then, the loud curses from outside suddenly stopped.

"What's going on? Why is it quiet?" Huangfu Song asked in confusion.

"Hmph, what else? The Yellow Turbans must be tired of cursing and are now resting," Zhu Jun said irritably.

Huangfu Song wasn't so simple; he felt this was the calm before the storm.

Sure enough, as Huangfu Song had predicted, "Report...," a messenger soldier stumbled in, his face full of fear.

Zhu Jun, seeing the messenger's wretched appearance, kicked him to the ground in a fit of rage, shouting, "Look at you! How can I have such a useless man under me?"

"Ah, Gongwei, stop it," Huangfu Song quickly stopped Zhu Jun from continuing his assault. He then looked at the messenger, frowning, "Quick, what happened?"

"Your Excellency, the Yellow Turbans have brought many cloud ladders from somewhere. They are now preparing to attack the city!!!" The messenger stammered, having been terrified by the Yellow Turbans for days. It was already quite good that he could speak a complete sentence.

"What did you say!!!" Huangfu Song was greatly alarmed, his face full of disbelief. The main reason Changshe had been safe so far was that the Yellow Turbans lacked siege equipment. As long as Huangfu Song did not lead his troops out of the city, the Yellow Turbans could do nothing. But now with siege equipment, Changshe was in danger.

"Kill, kill, kill..." As if to confirm the messenger's words, shouts of battle suddenly came from outside the city.

"Gongwei, it's bad. Quickly, come with me to the city wall," Huangfu Song said anxiously. Without waiting for Zhu Jun's response, he rushed towards the city wall.

Zhu Jun snorted coldly, saying, "They came just in time. I have a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent." He then quickly followed Huangfu Song.

Outside Changshe, Bo Cai was directing the Yellow Turbans' attack. "Charge, charge, bring the cloud ladders up."

In the next moment, a large number of Yellow Turbans rushed towards the city wall with the cloud ladders. Bo Cai watched the scene with satisfaction. These cloud ladders had been secretly made over the past few days, all for this moment. The Yellow Turbans had no shortage of manpower. With the efforts of tens of thousands of people, many cloud ladders were completed in just two days.

At this moment, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun also arrived at the city wall. Seeing the scene below, they immediately shouted, "Archers, shoot!"

Instantly, two thousand archers on the city wall shot their arrows. A dense rain of arrows fell on the Yellow Turbans below, killing many.

After losing many of their men, the Yellow Turbans became afraid and hesitated to retreat. They were just farmers who had never seen such a bloody scene.

Seeing some retreating, Bo Cai raised his spear and shouted, "All who hesitate will be beheaded. The first to enter Changshe will be rewarded with a hundred gold pieces."

This immediately made everyone stop retreating. With the promise of a great reward, all the Yellow Turbans, as if injected with adrenaline, fearlessly attacked Changshe.

Finally, after leaving over a thousand bodies behind, the Yellow Turbans reached the city wall and set up their cloud ladders. They then began to climb up one by one.

"Quick, quick, boiling oil, logs, and stones, throw them all down," Huangfu Song shouted, directing the soldiers to prevent the Yellow Turbans from climbing the wall.

"Ah!!! My eyes." "Ah!!! My hand is broken."

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with screams and blood.

After an hour of the siege, the area outside Changshe was piled with bodies, and the moat was almost filled, with blood flowing like a river.

The Yellow Turbans lost over ten thousand soldiers, but the Han army also suffered, losing at least five thousand soldiers. The worst part was that all the boiling oil, stones, and other materials were used up. Without these, Changshe would likely fall.

At this moment, some Han soldiers wanted to retreat. Seeing this, Zhu Jun knew it was bad. He rushed forward, drew his sword, and beheaded one after another. Heads fell to the ground. He then pointed his sword to the sky and said, "Anyone who retreats will meet the same fate."

All the defending soldiers were intimidated by Zhu Jun's cold-blooded actions and no longer dared to have any thoughts of retreating. These soldiers were newly recruited and had not received much training. Their combat ability was far inferior to that of regular troops. With countless Yellow Turbans below, if Zhu Jun did not suppress them, a mutiny would likely occur, and Changshe would fall.

Seeing that no more defensive tools were being thrown from the city wall, Bo Cai shouted excitedly, "Men, there are no more defensive tools. Charge up, there is plenty of food in the city for us to enjoy. The first to reach the city wall will be rewarded with a hundred gold pieces, and those who kill Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun will also be rewarded with a hundred gold pieces."

Bo Cai's words immediately boosted the morale of the Yellow Turbans. They fearlessly continued their attack. Bo Cai had never cared about the casualties; even if tens of thousands died, as long as Changshe was captured, there would be plenty of people to replenish his ranks.

Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun, seeing the Yellow Turbans' frenzied attack, exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with endless sorrow. They then shouted, "We swear to defend Changshe to the death," and simultaneously picked up their weapons, rushing to the city wall to fight alongside the defenders.

Just then, a Yellow Turban ran to Bo Cai and shouted, "Bad news, General, a large Han army has appeared five kilometers behind us and is heading this way."

"What did you say!!!" Bo Cai was shocked. "How can there be reinforcements at this time? How many are there?"

"Your Excellency, about ten thousand, half of them are cavalry," the Yellow Turban respectfully reported.

"What? Only ten thousand? Even Huangfu Song's forty thousand troops were no match for me, let alone just ten thousand," Bo Cai said disdainfully. He then ordered his troops to form a phalanx to resist the reinforcements from behind.

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