Chapter 9 Confucian scholars are heroic and dare to call young people promising

Author: Shenwen Benshen

Chapter 9 Confucian scholars are heroic and dare to call young people promising

"To the east?" Zhang Rao was a little unhappy: "The distance to the east is twice as long. Doesn't Zheng Xuan's son even want to spend some money on the journey?"

Although Zhang Rao hid his troops here, in order to avoid being discovered, he sent people to pretend to be road robbers at the mountain road, in order to make the Zheng family's scouts relax their vigilance.

The rules on Qingzhou Road, whether they are robbers or wealthy merchants, all know how to do it.

If you're a softie, grab it hard; if you're a tough guy, just say hello and ask for some passing money.

Based on Zhang Rao's judgment, Zheng Yi knew that there was a robbery on the mountain road. In order not to delay the trip to Juxian County, he would choose to give some money to pay for the road to smoothen the matter.

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

Although Zhang Rao had 500 yellow turban soldiers, the Zheng family's guards had sharper weapons and were well-trained. It was still unclear who would win or lose in a fight.

If too many Yellow Turban soldiers died, Zhang Rao would also suffer a huge loss.

Therefore, Zhang Rao chose to outwit him!

But the Zheng family's motorcade suddenly turned west and would rather go the extra mile than spend money to settle the situation. This made Zhang Rao feel like he had been punched in the cotton, and he couldn't use his energy.

"Qu Shuai, could it be that Zheng Yi felt that it was unlucky to encounter a calamity on the way to the betrothal gift, so he turned around?" A young man came closer to analyze.

"Damn it!" Zhang Rao suddenly slapped his head: "Pretending to be a robber has only frightened the enemy. Notify the brothers to go around from behind and block the Zheng family's motorcade!"

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

If you can't outwit, then you have to use force!

Although this is not the result Zhang Rao most expected, there is Zheng Xuan's son in the Zheng family team, and Zhang Rao is not ready to let it go.

soon.

Zhang Rao's five hundred Yellow Turban soldiers emerged from the grass and chased the Zheng family's caravan.

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

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

"How come hundreds of Yellow Turban thieves are ambushing you at this location?"

"Go to your mother, these yellow scarf thieves must be heading for the Zheng family's motorcade?"

There was originally no Yellow Turban stronghold at this location.

The most recent Yellow Turban group, which consisted of hundreds of rebels, was more than a hundred miles away.

Baili came and brought hundreds of people with him. Zong Bao subconsciously associated it with the Zheng family's motorcade.

"Follow me quickly!" Zong Bao didn't dare to be careless.

Although there are many illogicalities in this guess, Zong Bao doesn’t dare to bet!

the other side.

The Zheng family's scout team got information that the Yellow Turban soldiers were pursuing them and returned one after another.

"Mr. Ping, there are about 500 thieves rushing towards us. The people who come are not evil!" the veteran scout said in a solemn tone.

Zheng Yi was a little panicked. Five hundred thieves were more than enough to rob a small county.

"Conspiracy, thank you for your accurate judgment. Otherwise, if you take the middle road rashly, there will be a fierce battle." Zheng Yi secretly rejoiced.

Zheng Ping did not answer and asked everyone to place their carriages and horses in the middle of the road.

The scout team of ten people loaded their crossbows and hid behind the carriages and horses, while the rest of the family soldiers guarded them and were on standby.

After everything was arranged, Zheng Ping spoke slowly, with a hint of smile in his words: "I didn't expect these stupid thieves to really dare to catch up!"

Zheng Yi was confused: "Xian Mian, judging from your tone, is it a good thing that the traitors are catching up?"

The feather fan was swaying slightly, Zheng Ping's eyes were bright, his white clothes were as white as snow, and his Confucianism was fully displayed: "Take the mountain road on the right, with carriages and horses as obstacles, I seized the advantageous location, and changed the offensive and defensive positions. If these stupid thieves don't come, we have to walk a little longer

It takes twice as long to reach Juxian County, but now that they are here, it will be much easier."

Zheng Yi was taken aback: "Xian Miao, do you still want to kill these thieves? We people will suffer less, and we will avoid them when we need to."

Zheng Ping looked at Zheng Yi in surprise: "Brother, didn't you just say that we have two hundred soldiers, all of whom are loyal and brave men. The weapons are also sharper than those of thieves. Even if we encounter a small group of stupid thieves, we can win.

Why are you afraid now? There are only five hundred yellow turban thieves, and they didn’t threaten the people to die, so what is there to be afraid of?"

Zheng Yi was a little embarrassed.

The small group of thieves I mentioned is literally a small group of thieves, but now there are five hundred thieves!

Although Zheng Yi is the elder brother, he is only one year older than Zheng Ping. Unlike Zheng Ping, who usually traveled for four years and went to the battlefield himself, his spirit and courage are naturally not as good as Zheng Ping's.

While talking.

Zhang Rao has already led the Yellow Turban soldiers to surge forward.

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

"Qingzhou Canal Commander Zhang Rao is here! If you are wise, I will leave your money and spare your lives." Zhang Rao stepped forward with his knife.

Zheng Yi was a little frightened when he saw that Zhang Rao looked fierce and brave, but as the eldest son of Zheng, Zheng Yi did not want to lose his dignity in front of the traitors.

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

Zheng Ping rode his horse and waved his fan out of the battle, followed by ten scouts.

"Raise the crossbow!"

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

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

"Unlucky, how come the Zheng family has a crossbow?" Zhang Rao couldn't help but cursed secretly.

Zhang Rao is deeply aware of the lethality of crossbows.

The reason why officers and soldiers are strong in combat is not only because their swords are sharp, but also because their bows and crossbows are strong.

Bows and crossbows are contraband among the people. At most, there are some crudely made hunting bows with a range of only twenty or thirty steps.

"Zheng Ping, the son of Mr. Beihai Kangcheng, is here! Those who know the truth, please leave your weapons and spare your lives!" The feather fan pointed forward, and Zheng Ping retorted Zhang Rao's words.

Although Zhang Rao was angry, he was also frightened by crossbows, and shouted with a fierce look: "We have five hundred people, and you only have two hundred people and ten crossbows. How can you stop me? I'll give you another chance and leave the money."

, otherwise you will definitely die without any body parts!"

"Then there is no need to discuss." Zheng Ping pretended to sigh, put the feather fan on his waist, and quickly took off the hard bow and arrows from his horse.

Bowing like a full moon, Zheng Ping shouted sharply: "Zhang Rao, this arrow shoots your left ear!"

Only the sound of the bowstring was heard, and the arrows were like shooting stars.

Zhang Rao didn't expect that Zheng Ping actually had a hard bow hidden in his possession. He was caught off guard and had time to tilt his head to the right, 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 insufficient, but it is within the range of the bow and arrow.

For Zheng Ping, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood, shooting Zhang Rao, who is almost the same as a fixed target, does not require much skill.

"Kill!" Zheng Ping waved his right hand.

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

A general is the courage of a soldier, and a soldier is the power of a general.

Using soldiers with high morale to kill thieves with depleted morale, this is a complete crushing!

By the time Zong Bao's troops arrived, Zhang Rao's five hundred yellow turban soldiers had already become a mess and dispersed like birds and beasts.

Zong Bao rode his horse and was astonished: "How could these yellow scarves be defeated so quickly?"
Chapter completed!