Lin Han issued an order. The city gate was now crumbling and there was no time for the imperial troops to rest. Once the city gate was broken, they would be able to march straight in.

Huang Shao, He Man and others received the order and led the fourth echelon, which had been waiting for a long time, and rushed straight to the Luoyang city gate.

The fighting resumed.

One wave is higher than the other.

From morning to dusk, the casualties reached millions, and blood flowed like a river under the city of Luoyang.

"Sound the horn, have Huang Shao lead the team to retreat. Yu Du, lead the first echelon and advance."

Lin Han had no intention of giving up. If they withdrew their troops, the troops of the Eastern Han Dynasty would also be able to rest.

From the very beginning, he asked the logistics department to prepare hot meals for the horses so that they could get food and water when they retreated from the battlefield, and also replenish the troops with personnel.

Luoyang City must be taken in one fell swoop, at all costs, without any delay.

The longer it is delayed, the more disadvantageous it will be for them.

After the first echelon of personnel was replenished, three hours have passed and their physical strength has long been restored. If the imperial army is not prepared, many soldiers will fight them on an empty stomach.

Wave after wave of attacks had already exhausted them both physically and mentally.

An hour later, night fell and the sounds of fighting continued.

The extremely high-intensity attack represents Lin Han’s determination.

They had no time to drag on and wait here. They had to fight quickly and take advantage of the Yellow Turban soldiers' current morale and fighting spirit to capture Luoyang City in one fell swoop. Otherwise, the longer they delayed, the more disadvantageous it would be for them, and they might even never set foot in Luoyang.

Even Lin Han felt a little reluctant to see the corpses piled up on the city wall, but there was no way. Once they stopped, all their sacrifices today would be in vain, the idea of attacking Luoyang would be invalid, and it would also have a huge impact on morale.

Lin Han looked at the battle situation coldly.

Rumble!

The sound, neither loud nor soft, was particularly pleasant on the battlefield.

"The city gate is broken."

Someone shouted loudly, which greatly boosted the morale of the already tired and anxious Yellow Turban soldiers. It was as if an invisible force surged into their bodies, dispelling all their fatigue and anxiety. Their eyes were red and murderous.

The morale of the entire army soared to an unprecedented level.

"All troops, listen to the order, kill!"

Lin Han tried his best and screamed hysterically.