On January 19th, the wind and snow had completely stopped, the sky began to clear up, and a group of Taiping Christians began to gather one after another outside Quyang City, but more were the people who were surrounded by Taiping Christians.

Zang Hong stood at the top of the city and looked into the distance. He looked at the scene. He was tall and handsome. At this moment, he looked at the people who were driven away like cattle and sheep and sighed. This was called a siege, but looking at these people, who would believe it? He said it was a Taiping Cult riot army, but it was more like a refugee.

Next to him, the county magistrate Zhang Chao came over and said, "Ziyuan, why are you here?"

"Brother Meng Gao, why do you think this is the case?" Zang Hong shook his head and looked at the unorderly crowd, with a little unbearable look in his eyes.

"It's that corner." Zhang Chao said without hesitation.

"Is it just Zhang Jiao?" Zang Hong turned his head to look at Zhang Chao: "The officials of various counties fled and they really had no power to fight in the face of such 'army'? In the past few years, I have submitted many reports that the Taiping Cult in the imperial court was too powerful, but the memorials were like a rock sinking into the sea. Although I am just the head of a county, I also know that the Taiping Cult has close contacts with officials from all sides. Today's momentum is probably not something that Zhang Jiao can do."

"Ziyuan, be careful of your words!" Zhang Chao was startled and stared at Zang Hongdao with a serious expression. For such things, not to mention that they were both county magistrates, even the prefect dared not say anything.

"Oh~"

...

"Your, tie this to your head, and you will be your own when you attack the city." The Taiping scholar who distributed the food specially gave him an extra bread today, and also gave him a yellow turban.

Chen Mo took the turban and tied it to his head. With the satisfied gaze of the Taiping Cultists, he took the dough cake and left the crowd. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he picked the yellow turban off and stuffed it into his arms. He walked around for two rounds and ran to another place where military rations were distributed.

The city walls in the distance were already looming. Chen Mo lined up and looked at the crowd in the distance. Today, there were many Taiping Cultists with weapons, one by one, and they were fierce and evil, unlike the Taiping Cultists I saw on weekdays. Depending on the situation, are you preparing to attack the city today?

This result surprised Chen Mo. It was not that the momentum was unstoppable. Wherever he went, the imperial officials fled. Qu Yang was not a big city. Looking at the city wall, it was no different from Xia Qiu.

What went wrong?

Chen Mo walked through four stalls in a row and received eight pancakes. After four yellow turbans, he was afraid that someone would see them. He went back in circles and saw Ah Dai showing off with four pancakes.

"How?" Chen's mother took the dough cake handed over by Chen Mo and asked.

"We need to fight." Chen Mo sat down and distributed the Wei realm in his arms to everyone and said: "It seems that Qu Yang is not like other cities. The officials in the city choose to fight against the Taiping Cult."

"How can they block so many people in Taiping Sect?" A Dai asked in confusion.

"I don't know, sometimes there are too many people, but it doesn't necessarily work." Chen Mo thought that they were intercepted by the Taiping Cult, and in the end they almost didn't fight. He just grabbed the other party's leader and passed easily. In this way, sometimes there are too many people, but it doesn't necessarily mean that they can win, but if you don't take any tricks, Chen Mo and Ah Dai actually have the same understanding, and the more crowded parties should have an advantage.

"I really want to fight?" Aunt Cai was a little confused. The Taiping Sect was not distinguished between men and women. In other words, if they really wanted to fight, they would also go to fight.

"If you can go, don't go. Even if you go, you should hide in the back." Chen Mo had no idea. He had never fought a war. Apart from the Taiping Sect, there might not be soldiers of his age and Ah Dai? He just thought it would be safe to hide in the back.

Of course, these are just natural speculations by children. The real battlefield is obviously not as simple as silent as imagined, even if the Taiping Cult is not considered an army.

...

"Go there, don't be lazy, go quickly~" Before noon, a Taiping scholar with a weapon came over to drive people with a fierce look, like driving people out, but he didn't want to leave, so he went up and beat and kicked them.

"Man, I am already sixty-three this year, how about..."

"Puff~"

Killed!

Chen Mo looked at the old man in the distance being stabbed by the Taiping Cult. Even though he had killed someone, his heart still couldn't help but trembled violently at this moment.

"Let me know. I will raise you, the elderly, weak, women and children these days. Today, it is time for you to repay me. If you dare to retreat, kill me!" The Taiping coach kicked the old man's body away, and pointed the bloody knife at the people around him and said in a stern manner.

The people around were silent, and no one dared to speak up. Chen Mo naturally did not dare to die when he went to the battlefield, but if he didn't, he would definitely die depending on the situation.

Next, a group of unarmed people who didn't even know how to attack the city were driven toward the city wall like animals. When they were behind, they could be punched and kicked, and at worst, they would be whipped and whipped and whipped.

Thousands or tens of thousands? Chen Mo didn't know, mixed with the crowd, and he didn't even know where he should go next. He just grabbed his mother's hand tightly, looking at the city getting closer and closer, his heart filled with fear and confusion about the unknown.

...

"Shoot the arrow!" Looking at the people who were rushing towards the darkness like an ant tide, Zang Hong patted the city wall on the top of the city, with unbearable eyes in his eyes, but without hesitation, he turned his head to the county magistrate.

"This..." The county magistrate hesitated a little: "County Magistrate Zang, these are all..."

"I know, but I can't let them get close, just scare them away." Zang Ba nodded and said, "Go to do it."

"Here." The county magistrate gritted his teeth when he heard this, and looked back suddenly, looking at the county guards around him: "Listen to my order and shoot arrows!"

"Swish swish swish swish swish~"

Rows of cold clusters of arrows fell from the sky, not dense, but the people under the city surrounded each other and crowded with people, and there was not much space at all. Most clusters of arrows fell in front of the formation, but even a few blood flowers blooming in the crowd were enough to arouse inner fear for those who had never been on the battlefield.

It was also the first time Chen Mo saw a real battlefield. When the cluster of arrows fell from the sky, the feeling of life and death from the sky made Chen Mo's scalp numb.

He could see clearly that most of the arrow clusters were actually set in front of the crowd. This was obviously not because the archers in the city were not strong enough. Chen Mo's understanding of bows and arrows was no lower than that of any shooter. At this distance, with the strength of the opponent's bow, it was not difficult to absorb all the people.

He looked up at the direction of the city. The crowd around him was already in chaos. Chen Mo was jogging around like a headless fly, following the crowd that was driving back.
Chapter completed!