Outside Nanyang City.

The sun sets, and the setting sun is like blood, dyeing the city walls all red. If you don’t look closely, you will really think that the city walls are covered with blood. In fact, this is true. Some city walls have become bumpy on them, and there are still dry blood left on them, which has become dark. Then the sun will continue to be exposed to the sun. Perhaps another rain will bring the entire city wall to be washed, and the traces of life that once existed will be completely eliminated.

Below the city wall, there were corpses left by the Yellow Turban Army. They were all abandoned by the Yellow Turban Army when they attacked Nanyang City many times, and no one even did the burial. At that time, everyone thought that their parents gave birth to two legs for themselves, so how could anyone do the act of collecting the corpses for others and killing themselves?

Life in troubled times is like grass. Perhaps in the eyes of others, the world has not yet become chaotic, but in the eyes of the Yellow Turban soldiers, the world holds too much malice, making them numb. Whether it is the Yellow Turban Army in Nanyang or the Yellow Turban Army in other places, every day, there will be dozens or hundreds of corpses, either dead of illness, starvation, or fighting each other.

Death happens all the time, and their nerves have been touched countless times, from the panic at the beginning, to the confusion in the middle, to the numbness in the end. Until the last thought left in the mind is to live, live, kill, kill those who want to stop them from living, grab, grab all the things they see and can snatch.

But at this moment, there was no desire to fight in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army camp, and some of them were only dead, and they were full of life. After a month of battle, they didn't know how many corpses were left under Nanyang City, and some people had climbed to the top of Nanyang City, but in the end, the results were almost the same. In the end, the siege was all failed. They left many corpses and wounded, and then retreated to the camp in panic.

If the first time was full of hope and fighting spirit, every Yellow Turban soldier was bravely moving forward, rushing forward, looking forward to the food and everything he could see when Nanyang City was broken. Then after the first siege, the second, the third... after the successive failures, no one moved forward. There were always Yellow Turban soldiers who were timid and did not dare to move forward, and were cut off by the supervision team behind them.

Now in the Yellow Turban Army camp, there are many soldiers thinking about leaving here. For their simple thinking, since they can’t grab food and property here, maybe it’s good to go to other places? If not, then go back to your hometown and farm with peace of mind again. You won’t stay here and wait for death?

Unfortunately, if you only take one step, you cannot retreat. If you advance, you will be able to retreat. If you advance, you will be retreating, and you will be able to advance and retreat.

Now Nanyang Yellow Turban Army is located in the camp outside Nanyang City. Many Yellow Turban soldiers are staring at their comrades beside them. They lick their mouths unconsciously, as if they can smell the faint fragrance of rice after they are cooked, and a clear water line has appeared on the corners of their mouths. They look at the other Yellow Turban soldiers in their sight, as if they see food, and do not let go of their abnormal behavior. Even when some people go outside the camp to deal with their hands, several soldiers will follow, fearing that they will fall behind.

That's one liter of rice! They still remember the scene when the military order was issued the day before yesterday. As long as someone can stop others from escaping or exposing it, they can get one liter of rice!

At the beginning, many Yellow Turban soldiers did not believe it, but until someone stopped the soldiers from escaping or exposed it, they were 1 liter of rice issued by the quarantine officer in the middle of the camp in full view of the public! And not only that, with the issuance of military orders and regulations to protect these quarantine soldiers, even so, many soldiers still had to secretly start. However, every Yellow Turban soldier who received rice chose to cook rice in the middle of the camp, so next to the quarantine officer, a few large pots were set up. The hot air that often rolled out from it and the scent of rice drifted, made many hungry people drool.

You should know that among the refugees next to the camp, only a bowl of rice soup with floating grains of rice can be exchanged for many women's company. Not to mention a liter of rice, if a soldier chooses to take it away, once it enters the night, it will definitely be snatched away.

Therefore, few soldiers in the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army have fled a few days ago. On one side is one liter of rice, and on the other side is the order to behead him after being caught. Every Yellow Turban Army soldier understands how he should choose.

"Oh..." Zhang Yan sighed softly, stood in the distance, looking at the soldiers who were guarding each other and treating others as prey, with helpless expressions on their faces.

The clouds shrouded in the camp are getting heavier and heavier. Under such circumstances, Zhang Yan felt that the camp could happen at any time. However, it may be postponed indefinitely, because those contradictions have been disbanded to the grassroots soldiers.

Poison is really poison. Even if Zhang Yan doesn't want to, he agrees with both deputy commanders, and once he wakes up, Zhang Mancheng agrees, his opinion is nothing. Shaking his head, Zhang Yan wants to see what the envoy from Julu wants to do, because he knows that once the army retreats, the Han army in Nanyang City will definitely come out to chase and kill. Once caught up, look at the current morale of the army so low, no, Zhang Yan smiled bitterly, he forgot a little, how could most of the soldiers in this army have morale?

Once they retreat, they may be killed and dispersed at any time and collapsed. In this situation, one or two thousand Han troops will be chased by them, which will cause tens of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers to flee in panic and throw away their armor. So Zhang Yan was very curious about what Zhang Banxian should do. If he was the prefect of Nanyang City, he would never miss this best opportunity.

"Hansheng." On the top of Nanyang City, a middle-aged man in a gentle armor walked to Huang Zhong's side and spoke gently.

"Prefect Qin!" Huang Zhong turned around and bowed his fists and saluted.

"How is it?" Qin Jie put his hand on the battlement and looked into the distance. He could see the Yellow Turban Army's camp in the distance, and the Yellow Turban Army soldiers were constantly entering and leaving, as if they were preparing for something. The corpses that had been placed under the city for many days emitted a disgusting and pungent smell, which made Qin Jie frown unconsciously.

Huang looked at the city and said in a muffled voice: "These corpses must be dealt with quickly, otherwise it may cause plague at any time. However, you still have to be careful of the counterattack of the Yellow Turban thieves, so the last general has not sent troops out of the city to deal with it."

"I guess that the Yellow Turban thieves should stay and retreat soon. Since the last night attack, the thieves will definitely not be able to stay here for a long time."

"Yes." Qin Jie nodded, clenching his hands tightly into two fists, "At that time, we must seize the opportunity to defeat them, and we cannot give them a chance to make a comeback!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!