Chapter 48 The Second Sun
On the morning of the second day, the Han army camp was filled with flags, and swords and spears were flashing coldly like a forest of swords. The troops stretching for miles seemed to be strong and courageous.
Guo Hao and others stood in the front row, with the fierce wind blowing the flags fluttering in the air.
Huangfu Song was dressed in armor, and his old face revealed an endless murderous look.
"Zhen~"
Suddenly, Huangfu Song drew the sword from his waist, pointed it directly at Julu, and shouted: "My fellow soldiers, follow me to Julu and crush the Yellow Turban rebels!" The firm and powerful voice spread throughout the army along with the secret method.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
In an instant, the entire army shouted in unison at the top of their lungs, and the earth was shaking. Even people in the distant Julu City could hear it clearly.
Boom, boom, boom!
The army marched towards Julu City like a black tide with earth-shaking steps. The clouds in the sky were dispersed by the humanity of the army, and there was not a single cloud in the clear sky.
"What a nice day! Pengju, it seems that today's stage is yours!" Cao Cao looked up at the sky and said to Guo Hao with a slight smile.
"It is God's will. Even the heavens are helping us in this battle. How can we not win!" Guo Hao also smiled. The weather was indeed suitable for his talent.
A full 100,000-strong army surged like a tide. All of them were the elite of the Han army. Feixiong, Yulinwei, and Xiandeng troops were located in the center of the army, waiting for Huangfu Song's command.
This was the reason why Guo Hao insisted on bringing the injured Qu Yi to the big tent. Qu Yi had trained a vanguard of death squads during the moderately intense battle with the Yellow Turbans. Although there were only 1,500 of them, their combat effectiveness could not be ignored.
Guo Hao also learned a lot of military training skills from Qu Yi. Qu Yi's methods amazed him. With an imperial guard in his hands, Qu Yi was obviously full of energy.
The vanguard soldiers under his command carried powerful crossbows, small shields, and all kinds of weapons on their backs, like a walking weapon rack.
However, Guo Hao was unusually surprised. Strictly speaking, the vanguard soldiers were actually crossbowmen, which belonged to the long-range troops.
Hundreds of thousands of people were fighting fiercely on Julu. The deafening sound of drums could not cover up the miserable sounds of fighting.
Thick smoke billowed, and the city of Julu was filled with the gleam of swords and the shadow of sabers, with fierce fighting going on everywhere.
Dense human figures, tall and heavy siege equipment, rain of arrows covering the sky and the sun, endless corpses on the ground, and more importantly, soldiers fighting frantically.
The Han army, with its high momentum, attacked Julu fiercely. Within a quarter of an hour of the battle, the Han army had already reached the top of the city.
"General Digong! Has the Han army gone crazy?" Zhou Cang's face turned pale. He wiped the blood off his face and killed a Han player who had attacked him by surprise with a knife.
"Shut up and go get the Yellow Turban warriors." Zhang Bao stared at the battlefield coldly, without any emotion in his eyes, which was intimidating.
"Yes!" Zhou Cang held a big knife in his hand and chopped down all the blockers along the way. After being promoted to a first-class general, he was like a steamroller on the battlefield, crushing all obstacles.
Zhou Cang's face was ferocious, and he kept roaring to vent his anger and hidden panic in his heart.
Tens of thousands of troops were attacking the city, and the terrifying morale alone made him tremble with fear, not to mention the poor condition of the Great Sage Master, which made him uneasy.
However, after years of oppression, Zhou Cang really didn't want to give up and follow Zhang Jiao to create a new era. Therefore, even though Zhou Cang was panicked inside, he appeared ferocious on the surface and paralyzed himself through crazy killing.
The bloody battlefield. Even if you are the reincarnation of a king and have never experienced the tempering of the battlefield, new recruits going to the battlefield for the first time will be shocked by the tragic scenes on the battlefield.
The Han army caught the Yellow Turbans off guard, and the players defending the city were wiped out by the Han army, which reached the peak of the first wave of attack. The Yellow Turban players, whose morale was unstable, could not stop the first wave of the Han army's fierce attack.
The Yellow Turbans, who suffered a disadvantage in the first battle, had to start a positional war with the Han army using the city walls as their position.
During the siege on the day of the decisive battle, it took only one hour to firmly control the city wall, buying time for the battering ram attack from under the wall.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The huge trees hit the city gate again and again, as if hitting the hearts of all the Yellow Turbans.
“Boom!”
“The city is broken!”
As the city gate was shattered by the last violent impact, the Han army cheered, but the hearts of the Yellow Turbans sank to the bottom.
The battle was as fierce as the sun, and the city gate of Julu was finally breached by the Han army.
The generals in the distance all sat safely on their horses, their eyes fixed on the battlefield. Screaming figures fell from the top of the city walls, or were killed by kerosene, gold juice, rolling logs, and rocks. Tragic scenes continued to unfold.
There was no wavering in the eyes of the generals, even a benevolent man like Liu Bei remained indifferent. War is like this, either you die or I die, and human life at this moment is as fragile as an ant.
Even though players like Guo Hao and Li Changsheng had eyes full of pity and regret at this moment, they still stared at the battlefield with firm faces. They were no longer players who had just arrived in this world. Having experienced many bloody battles, they had already adapted to this real game.
War is war, it's all about the survival of the fittest, no mercy.
Civilization represents prosperity, war... only represents death.
From morning till almost noon, various troops took turns attacking the city, paying a heavy price in blood, but the center of the battlefield remained deadlocked near the city wall.
"Pengju, you go and clear a path for the army!" Huangfu Song said to Guo Hao, and then sent Guo Hao to the front line .
"Hoo~ Soldiers, follow me!" Guo Hao hurried to the front line with the 3,000 commandos who had been training several times behind him.
Following Huangfu Song's instructions, he waited quietly for the opportunity.
Three thousand men lined up, waiting for the commander's order. Their mission was to attack. As long as they succeeded, they would receive generous rewards. As for failure, there would be no punishment.
What kind of punishment should be given for the commando's failure? The people are dead, so should their corpses be whipped?
“Chiu!”
As the signal sounded, Guo Hao used all his talent to activate an image of a three-legged golden crow. With a bird's cry, the golden crow rose into the sky.
It seemed as if two suns appeared in the sky. The three thousand commandos only felt a warm current flowing into their bodies, and then their entire bodies began to radiate light, rendering all their weapons and armor golden.
"Attack!" Guo Hao took the lead and rushed straight to the city wall. The soldiers behind him were like gods descending to earth, each of them shining brightly.
Three thousand soldiers shining with golden light arrived under the city wall in the blink of an eye. With the further enhancement of Lu Zhi and Zhu Jun's talents, the strength of the commando team was further improved.
Moreover, as time passed and noon got closer, the fighting power of Guo Hao's soldiers became stronger and stronger.
