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Chapter 119 Battle of Julu (1)

War is a ruthless seed, and only death and silence are sown.

The Julu City Tower was like a giant beast that opened its mouth, watching the lives of being destroyed in a scream.

The imperial army led by Dong Zhuo and the Yellow Turban soldiers led by Zhang Jiao were tug-of-war at both ends of the ladder and the city tower, filling the distance with flesh and blood.

Up to now, after the initial rounds of timid tests between each other, both sides have exerted hatred, blood and tears, and their eyes are red. The fight between the two sides has gradually entered a white-hot stage.

However, this thunderous surprise attack was a battle launched by Dong Zhuo unilaterally.

To be more precise, it was Dong Zhuo who forced the Ding Hua's troops of the Bingzhou Army to launch a battle.

Ding Hua stood on the horse's back with a cold smile on his lips, watching the extremely bloody battle.

His gaze glanced to the left. When he saw a brave court soldier braved thousands of arrows and tried his best to climb up the city, but was stabbed to death by several cold guns coming out of it and lost his best. He immediately thought to himself: Waste is waste, he climbed so high and died in the end. It would be better to be shot to death by arrows at the beginning!

He glanced forward. When he saw a timid and timid court soldier who was forced to climb up by the brigade of soldiers sprinting behind, his eyes were blinded by the hot boiling oil on the city tower above. When he was scalded and screamed, he suddenly had a sarcastic smile on his face and thought boredly: Tsk, he died so miserably, he was burned to death by the boiling oil. But on the other hand, he was really a fool. He was obviously afraid of death, but he didn't jump off the ladder to be a deserter, and at most he would break his legs.

He glanced at the right. When he saw more than a dozen orderly court soldiers jumped onto the city tower and formed a defensive army after many hardships. Facing the dense Yellow Turban heads, he remained calm and fearless. He suddenly became gambled in his heart and thought: "I can suppress these dozen destined people and can last ten breaths, and will be stabbed to death by the "Puchiphiphi" random swords and guns. Okay, buy it and leave!

Dong Zhuo's eyes were red with blood, and his fierce eyes kept scanning every corner of the battlefield. Seeing the battle situation gradually becoming stalemate, his brows became deeper and deeper, and his anger rose little by little.

The rusher at the city gate tower carried a huge wooden stake iron head, and hit the heavy city gate with the strong push of more than 30 soldiers. The slight tremor caused not only touched the hearts of the court army, but also touched the hearts of the Yellow Turbans in the city.

This was the fifth rushing car he had set out. The four in front were burned into the crazy fire-rain arrows of the Yellow Turban on the city tower. The soldiers pushing the cart were also shot and killed in the fire.

Dong Zhuo had no idea how long could this one last?

Thirty-six cloud ladders lined up in a form of afflicted fan, and densely packed soldiers climbed like ants, which might be the last day of their lives. As time goes by, the sad atmosphere spreads little by little.

Suddenly, Dong Zhuo's expression paused. He saw something. He rubbed his vaguely painful eyes to confirm that he was not wrong.

Ding Hua, is that boy named Ding Hua? That boy was actually laughing, he dared to laugh on such occasions! Although his ridicule flashed and was extremely obscure, how could he misjudged with his sharp eyes?

"I'm not going well in the battle, are you actually laughing at me?" Dong Zhuo's lungs were about to burst into anger.

If anyone wants to win the battle with Zhang Jiao the most, he must be the one. He took the opportunity to take advantage of Lu Zhicheng's dismissal and paid a large sum of money to bribe the Ten Changshi and Empress Dowager Dong to get a great opportunity to accumulate prestige and military merits. Of course, he was unwilling to be dismissed like that of Lu Zhi.

Not only did he not want to be removed from office, Dong Zhuo also wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to wipe out Zhang Jiao, and it would be best to control the power of the imperial army that went to Jizhou this time and pave the way for his unwilling ambitions.

Dong Zhuo came to Ding Hua with a smile on his face and said, "Nephew Ding, it's time for your Bingzhou Army to show your prestige."

Ding Hua was shocked and hurriedly delayed: Gong Dong, the Taiyuan army has weak military strength and is negligent in training. It is better to leave the battle to the brave and combative imperial army!

Dong Zhuo's eyes sank, saying: This is not a discussion, this is a military order. If you don't follow it, you must think about the heavy consequences of not following the military order. Disturbing the court's plan to fight the thieves is equivalent to surrendering to the enemy. I would not mind purging the military order and using your blood to inspire morale.

Seeing that Ding Hua was ignorant of raising his face, Dong Zhuo's fangs were exposed and he immediately brutally tore his face.

The cold sweat on Ding Hua's forehead kept flowing. The four thousand soldiers were chosen by Ding Yuan to let him grind the battlefield. They were among the elite soldiers in Taiyuan County. It can be said that everyone was a treasure in Ding Yuan's heart. If Ding Yuan knew that they did not die proudly and bravely in the battlefield of fighting head-on, but were forced to die on the way to climb the city tower, under the boiling oil, under the rolling stone, they were extremely frustrated and died without any effort. Will his uncle Ding Yuan give him the power of Bingzhou County in the future?

Just as he was in a dilemma and was in a dilemma, a voice that he deliberately ignored on weekdays was heard. The man was Tu Yihang, the deputy general left by his uncle Ding Yuan.

Tu Yihang faced Dong Zhuo, who was extremely terrifying when he was dark and terrified, and said: Dong Zhonglang is so majestic. Is Dong Zhonglang afraid of offending General Lu Bu? Doesn’t Dong Zhonglang know that Lu Bu is in the same Bingzhou Army as our army, and bullying our army is the face of provoking Lu Bu’s army?

When Lu Bu and Ding Hua heard this, they tasted a little at first, as uncomfortable as eating a fly. But when they thought about it, they felt that they suddenly became clear, as if they were grabbing a life-saving straw, and shouted excitedly: Yes, Dong Zhonglang, why bother with each other? General Lu Bu and Lu Bu claimed to be a flying general in our Bingzhou. They have the most intense temper and cannot tolerate the bullying of the Bingzhou army.

Dong Zhuohe sneered: This is the stupidest way to snatch the tiger's skin that I have ever heard. Don't forget that you and I are all ally. You once conspired to harm Lu Bu, but were reported by the traitor Cao Cao, which made our plan fail. Is Lu Bu a saint?

Ding Hua was speechless. He suddenly remembered what Ding Yuan told him before leaving: You can hate him, you can learn from him, you can provoke him, you can look up to him, but you must never ignore him. His excellence is the same as his bad character. At least, in dealing with the Yellow Turban Rebellion, you must follow his steps, even if you are silly.

Ding Hua ignored Ding Yuan's instructions and repeatedly disliked Lu Bu's contempt for him. Later, he even took the initiative to leave Lu Bu's army and tried to surrender to Huang Pusong's tent, and also conspired with Dong Zhuo, a tiger who eats people and does not spit bones!

If Lu Bu was here, if his relationship with Lu Bu was not so bad, would Lu Bu shock Dong Zhuo's decision?

Although Ding Hua didn't want to admit it, he had a tendency in his heart.

If you can, you must be able. Who is Lu Bu?

He has a domineering spirit and a world-class martial arts.

With the strength of a wolf rider, he is crazy endlessly.

This is Lu Bu.

When Ding Hua thought of this, he felt a little regretful. He looked at Dong Zhuo's increasingly cold expression with nervousness, and the horror in his heart also subsided...
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