"kill!!!"

The deafening roar rushed straight into the sky. With the order of Bocai, a large number of Yellow Turban troops scattered outside the city in the north. At the same time, countless Yellow Turban troops rushed towards the solid city ahead without fear of death. They pushed the tall ladder and approached the city wall step by step.

Wu Han looked behind and felt that the Yellow Turban Army wearing yellow turbans was like a hideous yellow dragon, showing off his fangs towards the prey in front.

On the city tower, the Eastern Han army guarding the city faced the Yellow Turban Army several times its own, and still held the fighting spirit and dignity left by the Orthodox Army of the Eastern Han Dynasty, constantly blocking the advancement of the Yellow Turban Army. With the arrows falling like rain, they were prepared solemnly to welcome the inevitable bloody battle.

The crowds are surging, the wind is blowing wild sand, the soldiers are coming to the city, and the swords and iron horses are coming!

Wu Han looked at the picture presented in his eyes silently. While a sentence was made in his heart, a strong sense of pleasure emerged. It was the pleasure of taking charge of thousands of troops and deciding life and death in one sentence. After that feeling permeated his whole body, even his entire soul and consciousness, Wu Han had to admit that he fell in love with this feeling. If he fell in love with this sentence, a plan could control the life and death of others.

Power can be addictive!

Wu Han now deeply understood this sentence. Although it was only in the game, the strong contrast between his previous life and this life made him understand it very thoroughly. No wonder, there were many people with prominent identities in the past life who knew that after Wu Hope to create a power in this continent, they would be willing to choose auxiliary professions like counselors. It turns out that although counselors were behind the scenes, they were like the power masters, who were in charge of the life and death of countless people!

After a brief sigh, Wu Han was even more reluctant to have Bocai's fate as history. The reason was self-evident, so he vowed to do his best to change the fate of Bocai and even the entire Yellow Turban Army to consolidate his advantages in this world.

When Wu Han was feeling the mood, the battle situation changed rapidly. The Yellow Turban Army had already put the ladder on the city wall with the rain of arrows, and soon joined forces with the Eastern Han army. The fierce hand-to-hand battle was about to begin.

Although the Yellow Turban Army was a mob, it was defeated by many people and had high morale. Although the Eastern Han Army was well-equipped and well-trained, it had suffered consecutive defeats recently, and its morale was extremely low. Its original strong combat power could not be exerted at all.

As one goes up and down, although the Eastern Han army defending the city had the advantage of the city wall, it still had a tendency to be unable to resist the offensive of the Yellow Turban Army.

Of course, not all the people in the Eastern Han army were depressed. There was a type of person who was not affected by the defeat of the Han army ahead. They were all players. Whether it was the Yellow Turban Army or the Eastern Han army, there were countless players. They would do whatever they wanted for missions and interests!

Therefore, although most of the Eastern Han army was exhausted from resisting the offensive of the Yellow Turban Army, some Eastern Han army were still fighting in blood, waving their weapons frantically, fighting to death to block any enemy that dared to invade.

"snort!"

Wu Han looked at the walls of the city and naturally could find the strangeness of the few people, but he only snorted coldly in his heart with disdain, without any concern or concern about the existence of Eastern Han Army players.

In reality, a group of ordinary players who are far away from a barking dog and do not go up to beat it up, face this almost real war, and after seeing blood and death, how many people can inspire blood and fearless battles? After all, this is not the conventional online game of the past, but an extremely realistic virtual online game. The feeling of being in the scene will cause players to feel pain and death.

How many people can face death without being timid and face fear without being afraid?

Thinking back then, I was also one of countless ordinary players, so I know that today's players do not even have the qualifications to be called cannon fodder!

After disdain, he felt a little sad. His personal experience in his previous life made Wu Han know this answer.

He still remembered that when he entered the world of novice and faced the battle for the first time, he was frightened without any suspense, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. But at the same time, he also knew that other ordinary players' performance was definitely not much better than him. Although a few of them were different from ordinary people, they were a minority after all.

Of course, Wu Han also knew very well that the players' adaptability was amazing. They would grow up quickly after several battles, but that was not now. Therefore, Wu Han directly ignored the existence of other players because their current power was too weak and could not affect the situation at all.

"Master Qu, our army is currently full of energy and the Han army is powerless. It is better to concentrate firepower and attack one point, which may be effective."

The fierce fighting continued, and corpses fell from the ladder or the city tower, blood dyed the city walls and ground red, and the shouts of killing and howlings resounded throughout the sky. Wu Han looked at the war he had promoted, and his heart was lost. The scene of fighting at the forefront in his previous life appeared in his mind as cannon fodder. He couldn't help but take a breath and said to Bocai again.

After saying that, Wu Han regretted it and couldn't help but shook his head in his heart. It seemed that I didn't have the real awareness of being wiped out in ashes while chatting and laughing, but I felt so easily compassionate.

"Um."

However, it was useless for Wu Han to regret, because Bo had already agreed to his proposal and quickly ordered to concentrate his troops and attack the East Gate.

Although the Yellow Turban Army, which had poor military discipline, could not obey orders, after Bocai ordered, the huge Yellow Turban Army was able to quickly concentrate its firepower and attack the east gate of Changshe City at all costs.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Changshe should have won it!"

Looking at the situation caused by his push in front of him, Wu Han murmured in his heart. He knew very well that once the Yellow Turban Army concentrated its firepower and showed that it was necessary to break through the city at all costs, then if nothing unexpected happened, the fighting spirit of the Eastern Han army defending the city would collapse in an instant, especially when there was a way out, no one would fight to the death without hesitation.

This move echoes the previous besieged troops, and it is the fear of the Eastern Han army. Once the psychological defense line of the Eastern Han army collapses, they will be a group of fearful lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and it is just around the corner to break through the Changshe city.

But what exactly is this uneasy that appears inexplicably? Why do I feel that there are variables about to appear? Is this because I am over-thinking, or is I overlooking something?
Chapter completed!