Chapter 127 The S funeral of famous generals

Huangfu Song's tone was very cold. The soldier's body trembled and slowly spit out the truth. From the beginning of the hasty battle, to then He Miao fled, and the soldier fled first. Later, the yellow scarf completely occupied the north gate, word for word!

The color of Huangfu Song's face changed three times, and finally seemed to have made some determination. He turned his head and scolded!

"Bold, who on earth are you dressed up? If you dare to disturb my army, you should kill!"

"General, I'm not, no."

The soldier was so scared that he was incoherent and said quickly.

"Humph, sophistry, if it's really like what you said, how did you run out, hum! You are obviously a yellow scarf spy, and you are going to die!"

Before the soldier could defend himself, the long sword in Huangfu Song's hand cut off the soldier's head, his head fell, and his death was unknown. Huangfu Song held a blood-stained sword and roared at the soldiers around him.

"This man is pretending to be a yellow scarf army. The purpose is to disturb the hearts of our army so that he can take the opportunity to break through Luoyang. Now he has been killed. All the generals should kill the enemy with me to make contributions, defend Luoyang and defend the Han!"

When the soldiers who were a little shaken heard Huang Fu Song's words, they suddenly woke up.

"I told you, it scared me to death."

"I just want to quibble, damn it!"

"That's right, fortunately, the general saw through this man's plan."

"Yes, it's good that the general has a good eye."

The soldiers let go of the heavy burden in their hearts. Only Huangfu Song was under great pressure. He knew that what the soldier said was true, but he had to kill him, otherwise the morale he had gathered for a hard time would definitely collapse again. At that time, he was really powerless.

However, God seemed to be joking with him today. Before he could rescue the whole army, another soldier ran over, but an arrow was inserted in his back and his mouth was still spitting blood.

"General, general, Ximen and Ximen have been broken, and the Lord and the general will not retreat. Please help, rescue and rescue..."

Finally, he still lost his vitality and couldn't close his eyes.

But everyone heard that the wall fell into a dead silence for a moment.

At this time, a fire suddenly ignited in Luoyang City, and then I saw many people with yellow scarves coming out with weapons.

"General, look! Luoyang!"

A sharp-eyed soldier saw the fire in Luoyang City and shouted.

Huangfu Song turned his head with difficulty and saw that there was a flame burning in his pupils. It was in Luoyang City. His ears heard someone shouting for help. He heard the sonorous sound of the fighting. He saw the body of the Han army that kept falling, and he saw Luoyang with blood flowing into rivers.

Misfortune does not come alone. At this time, the drums sounded loudly outside the east city, which was the horn of the general attack of the Yellow Turban Army.

"General, it's not good. The dense yellow scarf thief in the city is coming again."

Huangfu Song was really desperate. The general trend of the yellow scarf had been completed. After all, Luoyang did not hold it, but the defeat was really too fast. Huangfu Song had never encountered such a thing in his life.

But the general could only die on the battlefield, and Huangfu Song looked ferocious and simply roared at everyone.

"The soldiers, the yellow scarf has broken through the four gates, north and west. Now we are left alone. We will not be able to return to heaven. We will lead you to take the other four gates and save Luoyang. At this time, I will only want to die in the battlefield and die with the yellow scarf thieves. If you want to go home, please leave as soon as possible. Will Stay and kill the enemy with the general, then pick up your swords, straighten your chest, and kill with the general!"

After saying that, Huangfu Song no longer cared about anything. Now he just wanted to die on the battlefield, picked up the sharp sword in his hand, and rushed to the yellow scarf of the city.

Behind him were his own guards, who did not hesitate to follow Huangfu Song. The soldiers around him looked at each other in con's face. After that, a soldier took a "pooh" at the ground and picked up the knife in his hand.

"If you die, count the ball, kill!"

"I'm the only one, and the general counts me. Kill!"

"Haha, dead people and birds are in the sky. Thieves wait for Grandpa to kill!"

"Kill!"

will be brave, and soldiers will be powerful.

Huangfu Song put himself to death and wanted to repay the country with death, but he didn't expect to infect almost all the Han army. They rushed desperately to the Yellow Turban Army, shouting and waved the weapons in their hands.

Of course, there are heroes and bastards, and many people call this chaos. They run down the city, run to their homes, and lose their weapons. They are faster than those soldiers who charge and kill the enemy.

However, what they didn't know was that it was not a living road ahead, but a hell. Ma Yuanyi had led the yellow scarf army in Luoyang City to block their way. The soldiers who fled from the north and south and west were almost wiped out. A few lucky people who went out were captured or killed alive, and even He Miao was caught up later. The knife cut off the head.

He also kept spitting at the headless body, which made the rest of the yellow scarf army laugh, and Bu Ji was even more helpless about the general.

Luoyang lost all three sides, leaving only the east gate of Huangfu Song, and the last battle of the city wall began.

Ma Yuanyi, Zhang Mancheng, Zhao Hong, Sun Xia, Bocai, Bu Ji, Han Zhong, Peng Tubing began to sweep Luoyang City. The general's mansion, the three public residences, the officials and dignitaries are all their targets.

However, before that, they still led the army to the East Gate, and Huangfu Song was still resisting to the death.

At the head of Dongcheng, Huangfu Song has lost an arm. The armor is broken and even on his body, and there are no soldiers beside him. Zhang Jiao doesn't know when he has climbed the city wall. Looking at Huangfu Song, he has been speechless for a long time.

Zhang Jiao didn't know how he should feel. His yellow scarf wrestler was almost disabled by the group of Han soldiers led by Huangfu Song in this battle, causing heavy casualties. The ace army he spent a lot of effort to create actually suffered a lot of losses.

When he knew it, he did not help it. Despite dissuing himself from going to the top of the city, he wanted to see who was and what kind of soldiers did not have such combat power, but when he saw the scene in front of him, Zhang Jiao was silent.

This is not the man he knows at all. These soldiers are still fighting even if they lose their weapons. They dare to fall down the wall with yellow scarves and fall to pieces, but they still have a smile on their faces.

Huangfu Song, an old general, crossed in front of the yellow scarf wrestlers like a wall, making them unable to enter.

Huangfu Song was dead and died of exhaustion, but he still did not fall down. He stared at the Yellow Turban Army, but everyone did not dare to go forward. The old general was completely desperate. A yellow scarf wrestler exchanged his life for one of his arms. After that, all people circled Huangfu Song and did not fight with him.

Finally, Zhang Jiao broke the silence.

"General Huangfu has returned to heaven. He is a hero! You are also heroes. Surrender. I won't kill you."

The yellow scarf wrestlers shouted at the few remaining men, "Falling! Down! "jiang!", murderous, as if as long as the man said no, he would wave his knife forward and tear them to pieces.

The rest of the yellow scarf army also saw this scene. People's hearts are all fleshy. They admire these Han troops in their hearts. If it were them, they would have been defeated long ago. How could they stay so long?

Zhang Mancheng and other generals led their subordinates and did not say anything. They were lucky to meet a petty general. Otherwise, they would all be like Huangfu Song. They would definitely still drink the northwest wind outside the city. For these men, they also admired and appreciate it.

Millions of yellow scarves surrounded Luoyang. Now Luoyang City is broken. I don't know how many yellow scarf soldiers are gathered here. They can't help shouting at these people.

"Does it fall or not?"

"Does it fall or not?"

"Does it fall or not?"

"Roar!"

"Does it fall or not?"

"Does it fall or not?"

"Does it fall or not?"

Suddenly, a man laughed.

"Hahaha, I surrendered your mother, and General Mo Laosan came to accompany you!"

After saying that, he cut himself with a horizontal knife and fell in front of Huangfu Song.

"Go to your grandma's yellow scarf thief, and you want me to surrender! No way!"

"Haha, General, I'll come to see you!"

In an instant, all the dead Han soldiers raised their broken swords and ended their lives with laughter.

The yellow scarves looked at this group of Han troops in disbelief. Although they fell under their feet, their hearts were cold, especially Zhang Jiao. His heart was turbulent. If all the soldiers of the Han Dynasty were like this, could the yellow scarf still win? Zhang Jiao didn't know.

"Thick burial!"

After saying this, Zhang Jiao looked at the sky. The dawn was about to bring light, and a new day was coming.