Three Kingdoms: Liu Bei seeks the master and seeks to conquer the world

Chapter 9 Confucian students are heroic, dare to call the youth promising

"East?" Zhang Rao was a little upset: "The distance to the east is twice as long. Isn't Zheng Xuan's son willing to spend some money to buy the road?"

Although Zhang Rao hid his troops here, in order to avoid being noticed, he sent people to pretend to be robbers on the mountain road, in order to let the scouts of the Zheng family relax their vigilance.

The rules on the Qingzhou Road, whether they are robbers or merchants, are all knowledgeable.

If you are soft, you will grab it hard, if you are tough, you will say hello and ask for some passing money.

According to Zhang Rao's judgment, Zheng Yi knew that there was a robbery on the mountain road, so in order not to delay the trip to Ju County, he would choose to give some road money to settle the matter.

In this way, Zhang Rao can easily capture Zheng Yi alive without having to fight fiercely with the guards of the Zheng family.

Although Zhang Rao had [-] Yellow Turban soldiers, the guards of the Zheng family were sharper and well-trained, so it was uncertain who would win in a fight.

If too many Yellow Turban soldiers died, Zhang Rao would also be at a disadvantage.

So Zhang Rao chose to outwit!
But the Zheng family's convoy suddenly turned westward, and would rather travel more than spend money to settle it. This made Zhang Rao feel like he had punched the cotton with a punch, and he couldn't use his strength.

"Shuai Qu, could it be that Zheng Yi felt that it was unlucky to encounter robbery on the way to the dowry, so he turned off?" A young man approached and analyzed.

"Damn it!" Zhang Rao slapped his head violently: "Pretending to be a robbery, he has already startled the snake. Tell the brothers to go around from behind and block the Zheng family's convoy!"

Zhang Rao picked up the machete, showing his strong arms, and his eyes became fierce.

If you can't outwit, then you have to fight hard!
Although this is not what Zhang Rao expected most, but the Zheng family team still has Zheng Xuan's son, Zhang Rao is not prepared to let it go.

soon.

Zhang Rao's five hundred yellow scarf soldiers got out of the grass one after another, and went after Zheng's caravan.

This movement was naturally noticed by Zong Bao's spies.

Knowing that hundreds of yellow scarves suddenly appeared on the mountain road ahead, Zong Bao was shocked, but soon Zong Bao started to panic again.

"Hundreds of yellow turban bandits, how could they ambush in this position?"

"Fuck you, these yellow scarf thieves must be heading for the Zheng family's convoy?"

Originally, there was no Yellow Turban stronghold in this location.

The nearest band of Yellow Turbans with hundreds of bandits was more than a hundred miles away.

The attack from Baili brought hundreds of people with it, Zong Bao subconsciously associated it with the Zheng family convoy.

"Follow up!" Zong Bao didn't dare to be negligent.

Although there are many logical illogicalities in this guess, Zong Bao dare not gamble!

the other side.

The Zheng family's scout team found out the information that the Yellow Turban soldiers were chasing them, and returned one after another.

"Mr. Ping, there are about 500 bandit soldiers charging towards us. They are not kind!" the veteran scout said in a solemn tone.

Zheng Yi panicked, five hundred rebels are more than enough to rob a small county.

"Xianmou, fortunately your judgment is accurate, otherwise you will rashly take the middle road, and there will be a fierce battle." Zheng Yi secretly rejoiced.

Zheng Ping didn't answer, and asked everyone to lay their chariots and horses in the middle of the road.

The ten members of the scout team were loaded with crossbows and hid behind the chariots and horses. The rest of the guards were on standby.

After everything was arranged, Zheng Ping opened his mouth slowly, with a little more smile in his words: "I didn't expect this group of stupid thieves to dare to catch up!"

Zheng Yi was puzzled: "Xianmou, listen to your tone, is it a good thing for the bandits to catch up?"

The feather fan swayed slightly, Zheng Ping's eyes were shining, his white clothes were like snow, and he was full of Confucianism: "Take the mountain road on the right, with chariots and horses as obstacles, I seized the advantage of the ground, and changed the shape of attack and defense. If these stupid thieves don't come, we have to walk a little longer It takes twice as long to get to Ju County, but it's much easier when they come."

Zheng Yi was taken aback: "Xianmou, do you still want to kill this group of bandits? We are less disadvantaged, so we should avoid them."

Zheng Ping looked at Zheng Yi in surprise: "Brother, didn't you say just now that we have two hundred soldiers in our family, all of whom are loyal and brave men. Weapons are also sharper than those of thieves, and even if we encounter a small group of stupid thieves, we can win in battle." Why are you afraid now? There are only five hundred yellow turban thieves, and they didn’t coerce the people to die, so what is there to be afraid of?”

Zheng Yi was a little embarrassed.

The small group of bandit soldiers I mentioned is literally a small group of bandit soldiers, but now there are five hundred bandit soldiers!
Although Zheng Yi is the elder brother, he is only one year older than Zheng Ping, and he is different from Zheng Ping who usually travels for four years and has been on the battlefield in person. Naturally, his spirit is not as good as Zheng Ping's.

Just talking.

Zhang Rao had already led the Yellow Turban soldiers to rush forward.

Seeing the chariots and horses in front of him as a barrier, Zhang Rao suddenly felt troubled.

"Qingzhou Qu Commander Zhang Rao is here! If you are sensible, leave your money and spare your lives." Zhang Rao stepped forward with a knife.

Seeing Zhang Rao's ferocious and brave face, Zheng Yi was a little frightened, but as Zheng's eldest son, Zheng Yi didn't want to lose his dignity in front of the bandits.

When he was about to ride his horse into battle, he was stopped by Zheng Ping: "Brother, let me do the battle between the two armies!"

Zheng Ping rode his horse and fanned out, followed by ten members of the scout team.

"Raise the crossbow!"

Zheng Ping ordered softly, and the ten members of the scout team raised their crossbows one after another.

Zhang Rao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly retreated fifty steps away.

"Unlucky, why does the Zheng family have a crossbow?" Zhang Rao couldn't help cursing secretly.

Zhang Rao has a deep understanding of the lethality of the crossbow.

The reason why officers and soldiers have strong combat effectiveness is not only the sharpness of swords, but also the strength of bows and crossbows.

Bows and crossbows are contraband among the people, and there are at most crude hunting bows with a range of only twenty or thirty steps.

"Here is Zheng Ping, the son of Mr. Kangcheng Beihai! Sensible, leave your weapons and spare your lives!" Lu Fan pointed forward, and Zheng Ping replied Zhang Rao's words.

Although Zhang Rao was angry, he was terrified of the crossbow. He shouted sternly: "We have 500 people, and you only have 200 people. You only have ten crossbows. How can you stop me? Give you another chance and leave money. Otherwise, you will definitely die without a whole body!"

"Then there is no need to discuss it." Zheng Ping pretended to sigh softly, pinned the feather fan on his waist, and quickly took off the hard bow, feather and arrow immediately.

Bending his bow like a full moon, Zheng Ping sternly shouted: "Zhang Rao, this arrow hit your left ear!"

Only the sound of the bowstring is heard, and the feather and arrow are like shooting stars.

Zhang Rao didn't expect Zheng Ping to hide a hard bow, so he was caught off guard and turned his head to the right in time, but the arrow still accurately shot off Zhang Rao's left ear.

"Ah, my ears!" Zhang Rao screamed.

Fifty steps away, the crossbow's lethality is not enough, but it is within the range of the bow and arrow.

For Zheng Ping, who has practiced martial arts since childhood, shooting Zhang Rao, who is almost indistinguishable from a fixed target, hardly requires much skill.

"Kill!" Zheng Ping waved his right hand.

Zhang Rao's screams caused the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers to plummet, while correspondingly, the guards of the Zheng family were greatly encouraged.

The general is the courage of the soldier, and the soldier is the prestige of the general.

To kill a thief with low morale with a soldier of high morale, this is a complete crush!

When Zong Bao arrived, Zhang Rao's [-] yellow scarf soldiers were already in a mess and scattered like birds and beasts.

Zong Bao rode his horse in astonishment: "How did this group of yellow scarves lose so quickly?"

(End of this chapter)