It took another two hours before a large number of Taiping Cultists were sorted out. Liang Fa sent his personal guards to supervise the battle and drove the Taiping Cultists to attack. The people outside the wall had already scattered and searched for land to hide, but did not escape too far. He observed the battle situation in the nearby places he thought was safe to see if these last official forces in Suiyang could defend the treasury.

"Most of the Taiping Cultists in this city should be here, Zhang Wu!" Ye Zhao stood on the city tower, looked at the slowly approaching Taiping Cultists, turned his head to look at Zhang Wudao.

"Here!" Zhang Wu came out quickly.

"Go back to your home immediately, let Zhang Gong contact the gentry in the city, gather the servants of various prefectures, and bring these Taiping Cult traitors out of the city." Ye Zhao took out a map from his arms and looked at Zhang Wudao: "Remember, don't fight with him head-on. Although there are many Taiping Cults, the system is unknown and there is no military discipline. Once you are frustrated, you will definitely lose your position. At that time, you only need to threaten them to drive them to the main street and wave the flags and shout. This side will attract their main force. At that time, you will use the sound of arrows as a signal, and this side will send troops to counterattack and bomb the Taiping Cult members out of the city. Remember, more people should be sent in these places."

Zhang Wu looked carefully at the direction Ye Zhao pointed, remembered it in his heart, and finally nodded, "Don't worry, I will convey this matter to my father. As for whether my father agrees..."

Last night, the Taiping Cult suddenly launched an attack. Zhang Wu was on duty in the county government office. Although he was worried about the situation at home, he could not kill him alone. Later, the crowd of people in the Taiping Cult came to report the news and contact Ye Zhao, which made Zhang Wu feel relieved. However, in his heart, he naturally wanted to go home even more. The situation was critical, and Ye Zhao could not only care about his feelings, so he never mentioned it.

"You just need to tell Mr. Zhang. As for whether to retreat with me, Mr. Zhang will be the leader." Ye Zhao handed the map to Zhang Wu and said in a deep voice.

"Go away from me for your humble position, please take care of me!" Zhang Wu bowed to Ye Zhao.

"Boqian is the same." Ye Zhao looked down at the bottom of the city tower. The Yellow Turban thief had already rushing over, and ladders were put on the wall to rush up. Although it was easy, Ye Zhao did not dare to underestimate the enemy at this moment.

The Taiping Sect lacks bows and arrows. Although there are many people, they are suppressed tightly in the distance. Some bloody men are close to the wall and will throw the weapons in their hands directly as javelins, but the power is much smaller.

There is not much attention to siege. Although it will cause certain pressure in a short period of time, after a long time and the momentum of one rush is removed, people will become more dissipated.

Under the leadership of veterans, the surrendered troops on the city wall kept pushing down the ladders on the wall with long spears. Without the suppression of long-range weapons, these surrendered troops gradually became more accommodating after the initial panic. Looking at the Taiping Cult who were driven by the supervision team, who rushed to the edge of the city wall and were shot to death by the continuous shooting, Ye Zhao suddenly felt like he was fighting zombies in his previous life.

Yellow Turban thieves kept rushing up under the command of the supervision team, and were shot or pushed directly to death. Blood stained the walls red, gathered into mud and water on the ground, and quickly dried up.

Not to mention the surrendered troops, many county guards and county soldiers vomited as they fought. Under the breath of blood, even if they followed the veterans who fought in the north and south, they could not stand it.

These Yellow Turban thieves were definitely the weakest and even the most miserable among the enemies they encountered. They were so miserable that even these enemies were a little sympathetic. Ye Zhao naturally felt pity, but there was no expression on his face.

People must be responsible for their own choices. Since they have chosen this path, they can only be responsible for it. These people are pitiful, so how many innocent people are implicated by them? Who can't be pitiful in this troubled world?

"Have you finished vomiting?" Ye Zhao walked to several soldiers who were vomiting and said coldly.

"Issue... the envoy!" Several people quickly stood up straight and looked at Ye Zhao.

"After vomiting, go up. Now you have pity for them. If you let them in a while, no one will be pitiful." Ye Zhao drew his sword, beheaded a yellow turban thief who rushed up, looked at the few people coldly, and walked towards the other side.

"Lord, why are these thieves so weak?" Qiu Chi followed Ye Zhao with a troop. He had seen the Han army fighting against the Hu people on the frontier. In addition to the large number of people and a little scary, when he saw this scene, it was indeed as Ye Zhao said, all of them were mobs.

"It's also a group of pitiful people!" Ye Zhao shook his head. Such an attack was impossible. Liang Fa was afraid that he would lose all his underwear this time.

"Since your lord is pitying him, why don't you try to surrender?" Qiu Chi looked at Ye Zhao in confusion. Since he could surrender more than 700 Taiping Sect traitors in the treasury, he should be able to surrender these defeated troops.

"We can't do some things." Ye Zhao glanced at the Yellow Turban Army that had already begun to retreat and shook his head.

Since the Yellow Turban broke out, although some regrets were not able to get the greatest benefit, since the curtain was opened, Ye Zhao needed more people to pay attention to him. He wanted those aristocratic families to owe him favors. Since the family was not well-off, he would find ways to make up for it. When his connections were enough, he could naturally eliminate the flaws of many family members.

What's more, if the Yellow Turbans don't cause trouble, how can they have an excuse to send troops to achieve military merits?

After two hours of attack, the Yellow Turban Army finally began to retreat. It was not that Liang Fa wanted to retreat, but that the Yellow Turban Army was afraid of being killed. After all, it was a group of people who were not even considered militia and took up weapons. Even under the supervision of the supervision team, they still failed to cause too much damage to the defenders. Moreover, during this period, the Yellow Turban Army, which died under the treasury wall, was not even more killed than the supervision team sent by Liang Fa. Moreover, after two hours of attack, the physical strength was gradually exhausted. Liang Fa chose to rush forward. Too many people were wasted in meaningless running and pushing. In the end, many Yellow Turban Army could no longer keep up before they touched the city wall.

However, many people rushed back several times as the front guards rained down the arrows. Every time they wanted to retreat, they were squeezed back by their companions who rushed up from behind. They could not effectively rest and replenish their physical strength. These people were also the most unlucky, almost dancing to death.

Liang Fa can no longer describe his mood in words at this moment. Although Ye Zhao's sudden increase in personnel unexpectedly made him uneasy, he didn't care. What made him most uncomfortable was that so many people attacked a warehouse, but in the end, few enemies died, but they were almost piled up in mountains by their own people.

Even if he lacks practical experience, Liang Fa still sees that it is impossible to break through the treasury today.
Chapter completed!