Three Kingdoms: I don’t want to fall in love in troubled times

Chapter 199 Revenge

Outside the Chinese army's tent.

With the help of the barrier of the car formation, the officers and soldiers were waiting for work, and arrows were like a downpour of arrows hitting the yellow turbans of the intruders.

Northern warfare still places great emphasis on the use of bows and crossbows. Although the local warriors do not have much actual combat experience, they have never slacked off in archery training. Especially in such a narrow passage, there is a high probability that they can succeed just by firing arrows with their eyes closed. dps.

The Yellow Turbans had been pursuing them all this way, how could they still have the strength to overcome this huge earth dragon?

The soldiers at the front fell like wheat in the first few waves of arrow rain, holding their hands where they were hit by the arrows and screaming in agony. There was a scene of mourning in front of the car formation. Only a few lucky ones were able to survive. Oichi went back to report the battle situation.

Good luck!

Big loser Jiao He knows how to play the art of war!

After hearing the Pioneer's report, Qu Commander Zhang Rao frowned, but he had no intention of retreating.

The Qingzhou Yellow Turban seems to be in full swing, and the situation is not a little good but a great one, but in fact there are always serious hidden worries.

To put it simply, it is a food issue.

This is about the difference between the current Yellow Turban and the Zhangjiao period, or the difference in route.

While the Great Master was still alive, the image of the Yellow Turban was quite positive.

They traveled around practicing medicine, providing relief to victims, and established a mutual aid system with religion as a link. Although it was not very efficient and rigorous, it was better than nothing.

The big Han Huanghuang has arrived [I dare not wear clothes when I am cold, I dare not eat when I am hungry]. The people are worried about it, but they can't help it, and the imperial court has always adopted an indifferent attitude towards grassroots governance. Zhang Jiao accurately found a blue ocean and occupied a gap in the market. No wonder people responded to it.

After all, they started out as philanthropists. After the war, the Yellow Turbans were inevitably devastated and committed many acts of burning, killing and looting. However, their main source of income was besieging government offices and plundering Wubao where wealthy landlords lived.

On the one hand, it is because after the Eastern Han Dynasty abolished the military system of prefectures and counties, the military strength of local states and counties was weak, so it was easy and troublesome to rob them.

On the other hand, it is because people really have no money.

Not to mention the natural and man-made disasters in recent years, the imperial court also levied an additional land tax of ten yuan due to border troubles and the emperor's construction of the Western Garden.

Now that the people have become poor and have no money to squeeze out, the Yellow Turbans are too lazy to make money from the poor, and focus on whoever has the money to earn it.

However, Zhang Jiao died of illness and all the backbone of Taiping Road were killed and injured. No one mentioned the nonsense of Huangtian anymore. The rising stars just used the name of Yellow Turban to go public through backdoors, and their business began to focus on the sinking market.

That is to say, they transform into so-called rogues.

As the name suggests, no grass grows wherever they go, and all the people are dragged into the water. After their food and property are looted, if they don't want to starve to death, they have to follow the Yellow Turbans to rob others.

After being completely shameless, the power of the Yellow Turbans expanded at an incredible speed, making it impossible for the simple management structure to effectively control it.

Even if you don't have to be responsible for organizing production or managing logistics, just the two simple things of "grabbing things" and "distributing things" are still extremely difficult in the face of such a large number of people. This is why the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans It is divided into several independent parts.

Several Qushuai are all reckless people who stand out from the millions of Yellow Turbans. Although they don't have the ability to predict things like a god, they also know very well that those who grow food have become those who steal food, and they will definitely not last long if they continue like this.

Take Zhang Rao and Guan Hai as examples. Both of them took the initiative to find the main force of the army to fight in order to consume the excess population under their command.

There is no way to feed so many people anyway, so instead of starving to death in vain, it is better to serve as cannon fodder for the Qu commanders to consume the officers and soldiers. Even if they take an arrow, it will not be a loss, at least they will save food.

The thinking of P Club players is that once the army is dead, there is no need to pay military pay.

In addition to reducing the population, fighting against the army also has the function of training troops and seizing equipment. It can be said that there are many benefits - if you lose, you will not lose, if you win, you will make money. Where in the world can there be such a good business?

This was the reason why the Yellow Turban Qu commanders still refused to give in even when Jiao He showed weakness.

The ultimate goal is to develop an elite direct-affiliated force, and then try to sit on the power table and play two games.

As for the price, the lives of Qingzhou will be turned into wronged souls, and the fertile fields will be turned into scorched earth, they don't care.

In the huge Thirteen States of the Eastern Han Dynasty, whether you go north to join the Black Mountain bandits or change places to continue the misfortune, you will never have to worry about having nowhere to go. Moreover, all the princes have surrendered and rebelled. Lost glory and wealth.

It can only be said that at the end of the dynasty, being a rebel is really a promising industry.

"All the main forces of the army are frightened. We have food, grass and weapons right in front of us. There is no reason to give up halfway." Zhang Rao angrily scolded: "You bring people to supervise the battle. Anyone who dares to fight will be killed without mercy!"

The so-called supervising team is his direct descendant carefully selected from tens of thousands of people, called the Yellow Turban Warriors. They enjoy the best material supply and the most sophisticated equipment, and they are also the confidence to dominate a party in the future.

Although this battle seems difficult to fight, the disparity between the numbers of the enemy and ourselves is so huge that all we need to do is let the cannon fodder consume them for a while.

"The soup is warm, this loser Jiao He has actually changed his gender." The cannon fodders poured out of the formation like ants in order to get a bite to eat. Commander Qu sat in the middle of the army under the protection of his direct troops and cursed: "Isn't it possible that he finally Did you get your brain back?" "Zhang Yide from Yan is here, come and decide life and death together!"

Suddenly a roar came from behind, exploding in everyone's ears like thunder.

The soldiers on the side were all frightened by the sudden roar. The hand holding the "Zhang" sign shook and fell to the ground.

This tingling and dizzy feeling is no less than a group sonic attack.

Zhang Rao couldn't help but look back - who performed the lion's roar?

In the distance, a majestic man with a beard erect like a black tower, eyes wide open, holding a snake spear in his hand, immediately crossed the road, attracting all the attention.

There is a branch of teaching: The Chinese army is murderous in front of the tent, and the eyes widen immediately when the spear is fired. The sound was like thunder, driving back millions of Yellow Turban soldiers.

Liu Bei and Guan Yu beside them saw that the effect of the third brother's ultimate move had ended, and they dropped their hands covering their ears in unison.

"Okay, okay, put your hands down."

Liu Bei stepped forward and patted Xu Jiashu on the shoulder, only to find that his face was pale and unresponsive. He was shocked. Looking carefully, Xu Zimao had already taken Dong Bai into his arms and covered her ears.

As for himself, of course he took a set of paralysis and dizziness debuffs.

Fortunately, the little yellow flower in his mouth was refreshing and refreshing, and he quickly came back to his senses. Apart from the buzzing in his head, there was nothing serious.

"Yide is really..." After careful consideration of his words, Xu Jiashu praised: "What a brave man!"

With this functional condition, it would be a pity not to sing tenor, which would make those vocal coaches cry.

"In this case, the friendly forces should know that we have reached behind the enemy's rear." Liu Bei showed hesitation and said, "If we attack from the front and back, my 800 troops can rest assured, but the brave men from other states and counties may not dare to fight. .”

That's right, the main function of Third Master's voice is to tell the Yellow Turban mob that you are surrounded!

By the way, I would like to inform the local warriors behind the car formation that the friendly forces have successfully bypassed the rear, so just attack!

To use a game analogy, Zhang Fei uses [Roar], which causes the morale of the enemy to be greatly reduced, and the morale of our army to be greatly increased, and the effect is outstanding!

Originally, Xu Jiashu's thoughts were quite complicated.

After all, even if more than a hundred people gathered together again, it would be impossible for them to break through the thick formation of tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans and return to the camp. He even began to hesitate to use the "Benji Jing" to directly send a message to Sun Zi.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this question, the third master said that it was a trivial matter and he just gathered the cavalry and prepared to go around.

Then, there was this roar of thunder that resounded across the battlefield.

Communication basically relies on shouting, which is not an advanced thing, but when it reaches the level of Sanye, it is using force to overcome skill. It can be called battlefield broadcast and instant communication in the true sense.

"That's enough. Eight hundred warriors are enough to defeat tens of thousands of rats!"

Clang——

"Countless people in Qingzhou have died unjustly and have been displaced from their homes, waiting for us to avenge them!" Xu Jiashu pulled out his sword, looked back to the people behind him and asked: "I wonder if you would like to join me in the charge and let the Qingzhou officers and soldiers see it?" The power of Liangzhou’s horses?”

How to get the local warriors to cooperate in attacking?

Xu Jiashu already has the answer to this question, which is to let them see the enemy's morale shaken and the presence of friendly forces with their own eyes. In this way, with Liu Bei's Eight Hundred Steps taking the lead, it can inspire the local warriors to be driven out of their homes and fight all the way. The anger accumulated in the rout defeated the fear in his heart.

In a word, they will help whoever wins!

Before the guards could answer, he felt a soft touch.

A pair of bright wrists rested on his sword-holding hand.

Looking down, Dong Bai in his arms stood up straight, raised his sword together with Xu Zimao, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly. The voice was crisp and short, with only one word, or more accurately, one syllable. .

"Ow!"

The inseparable guard captain beside him shook his head helplessly, with only one sentence in his mind - pretty boys are harmful to people!

Everyone is a carefully selected direct descendant of the Xiliang army. Thanks to the great favor of the Dong family, the whole family lives in Dong Bai's fiefdom without any worries. They don't care about the people of Qingzhou, but where the mission is, how can they watch their young lady follow them? Is this deputy envoy taking such a big risk?

He drew his saber, and the other Xiliang cavalry followed suit, their swords radiating with light, making it even more eerie under the dull sky.

Seeing this, Xu Jiashu stopped talking nonsense, waved his riding whip vigorously, and led this elite team to charge.

The target is exactly where the word "Zhang" landed just now!

Zhang Rao, a Yehu Chan who had become a monk halfway, could not lead an army of tens of thousands. Often the march was a little fierce, and the formation became loose and chaotic. Now he is even more determined to preserve his strength, and only surrounds himself with thousands of direct subordinates. The cannon fodder is just consumed at the front.

On our side are Liu Guanzhang and Xu Zimao acting as arrows, followed by a hundred elite Liangzhou cavalry.

This battle deserves to be fought!

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(End of this chapter)