In history books, this is a very inconspicuous number - China's wars have always been measured in units of tens of thousands, and 100,000 and 200,000 are commonplace. Even if the neighboring country is a tiny place, anything remotely decent is possible.
In a war, at least ten thousand to eight thousand peasant soldiers will be drawn out to fill the scene - whether it can be fought is another matter. At least when the superior leaders come to inspect, every book of information must be prepared neatly.
"I hate the militia!" Gou Debai, the leader of the Yellow Turban players, stood under the "Taiping" flag on the high hill, looking at the battlefield ahead, and said bitterly, "That guy Zhang Mancheng, how can he give us some decent soldiers?"
Die?"
"Yes! Even if we are just cannon fodder to delay time, at least we can't let everyone die so obviously!" Standing next to him is a very cheerful woman named Wang Yiqian. She is about 24 or 5 years old and has short hair.
, the skin is a healthy wheat color, and the red mole at the corner of the mouth adds a touch of charm to the not-so-beautiful face, "Only He Ming, the guy who is full of 'revolution' and 'uprising' will happily go there
Fighting...it won’t work if we continue like this!”
Goudebai sighed, a shadow cast over his slightly old face.
He was not a person known for his resourcefulness. He was elected as the leader by the Yellow Turban players only because he was old and fair in doing things. After the Yellow Turban Uprising officially broke out, he became a small channel commander, leading more than a hundred players and ten times the number of soldiers.
to the player's army.
He really wants to lead everyone to win more battles, but the question is - why should he win more battles?
Ever since Kong Zhang was born, the position of the players within the Yellow Turbans has been very awkward. They are always not trusted. In every battle, they are assigned to either clean the battlefield or use feints to contain them.
What's more, there are six arms in the Yellow Turban Army, including the elite Yellow Turban Warlocks and Peace Soldiers, the popular short infantry, long infantry and archers, and the most rubbish militia.
The war has been going on for such a long time, and the only people assigned to the players are militiamen!
The militiamen at the end of the Han Dynasty were not the reserve armies of later generations with veterans as the core and young and strong men as the main body. They were just a group of peasants carrying knives. They had not received any training at all, and even only knew the simplest military orders.
"Attack" and "retreat", and there is no concept of "military discipline" at all. When the situation is favorable, they swarm in, but when the situation is unfavorable, they immediately disperse... Relying on such troops to win the battle? That would be looking down on the enemy in front of you!
The Nanyang Yellow Turban Army to which the players belong is engaged in a tug-of-war with officers and soldiers in the Wancheng area. I don't know if the system master intended it, but the main force of the Xiyuan Army composed of players has also been transferred here.
The Eighth Army of Xiyuan, each with 3,000 troops and a total of 24,000 men, faced off against the 60,000 Yellow Turban Army. Taking into account the favorable location, training, and weapons to defend the city, it was basically a draw.
However, when it comes to each battlefield, the Yellow Turbans often suffer.
Not to mention the 300 warriors under Cao Cao who are as tough as Spartan red underwear, nor the guild players in Yuan Shaojun's army who are full of strange tricks, even those under Chunyu Qiong in front of him are almost all composed of NPCs.
The miscellaneous army is also very difficult to deal with!
On the criss-crossed battlefield, a Yellow Turban Army flag suddenly fell down, and the Han soldiers suddenly burst into passionate cheers.
Goudebai stared intently at the figure wearing red armor and holding a vermilion spear, who broke through alone among the Yellow Turban Army, as if entering a deserted land, and gritted his teeth.
"Cheng Peng, you bastard! If you add water once in a while, will you die?"
At this moment, a yellow scarf player holding a long stick rode a war horse and rushed towards Cheng Peng.
"Cheng Peng! I, He Ming, will accept your head!"
Seeing that the most passionate man in the Yellow Turban Army was once again shot into a white light by his old rival and hung back in the camp, Gou Debai and Wang Yiqian sighed in unison.
He Ming is currently one of the only one-star players in the Yellow Turban Army. He is indeed considered a master among all the players, but against Cheng Peng, the "best player in the world", he is really a bit underwhelmed.
But he doesn’t feel that way yet, insisting that “he is just a little luckier than me, I will definitely win next time”… “Fortunately, this game does not lose experience and skills after death, otherwise I doubt he will be able to rise to two stars in his life.
"It's over." Wang Yiqian sighed and ran forward - many injured Yellow Turban soldiers were led by players to withdraw, because in reality they are nurses, and in the game they practice the Taiping Talisman, and they are the only healers in the army.
She had to rush for treatment.
If one move fails, there will be two moves. Although the combat effectiveness of the militiamen is very poor, as long as there is sufficient training, they can grow into more advanced units. Especially these soldiers who have been injured on the battlefield will become veterans after they are cured.
Military discipline and combat effectiveness will be improved.
For the current Yellow Turban player army, this is the most reliable way to improve combat effectiveness.
Wang Yiqian, who was busy rescuing the wounded, did not know that because she always appeared near the battlefield to treat injured soldiers, she had now earned the nickname "Angel" among the Yellow Turban players.
After bandaging a group of soldiers and seeing their status turn into "minor injuries," Wang Yiqian finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped her sweat, and stood up.
At this moment, Goudebai's voice came from the players' battlefield channel.
"The strategic goal has been accomplished. Let's get out of the way! Be careful to take care of the dozen or so people under your command so that they don't collapse."
Looking back, the figure with the red armor and the red spear had broken through the numerous battle formations, climbed up the hill, and arrived in front of the handsome flag.
"You guys are getting sharper and sharper." Goudebai sighed, "Will you die if you are lazy occasionally?"
Cheng Peng smiled and did not answer.
"You're just working for the system, why should you be so active?" Goudebai took out a jar of wine and a roast chicken, "Why don't we sit down and have a couple of drinks and talk about the future and our ideals - now, do you have any ideals?
"
Cheng Peng still smiled and shook his head.
"Xiyuan Army has very strict military discipline. If you want to drink, come to Luoyang after the war. A Tubo has purchased a lot of good wine during this time. Let's have a little drink. He won't mind."
"You'll be fine after the war, but I'm busy!" Gou Debai said with a bitter look on his face, "I have to calculate everyone's DKP, then allocate supplies and soldiers, and I have to grind my teeth with the NPC generals.
Fight for a share of logistics, and then discuss what to do in the next war...I'm busy!"
"Then why don't you go back quickly? I've already chatted with you for two minutes, which is enough to give you face."
"How come you are so smart? If you are fooled by me once in a while and delay for a little longer, will you die?" Gou Debai looked depressed, "Forget it, the two armies are fighting each other, and each is his own master."
As he spoke, he pulled out his saber from his waist, put his hand on his neck, looked around at the defeated battle with sad eyes, shouted to the sky, "Long live Huang Tian!" and wiped his neck.
"It's just a failure in the game. As for being as impassioned as a martyr's sacrifice..." Cheng Peng picked up the "Yellow Turban Flag" that Gou Debai revealed and complained with a wry smile.
But when he turned around and faced the Han army, his face was already full of excitement, and there was no trace of depression at all.
Life is like a play, especially games. Since you are on stage, you have to play your role well. This is not hypocrisy, but for the benefit of everyone.
Just like him and Gou Debai, what the Han army needs are warriors who take the lead in charging into battle, while what the Yellow Turban Army needs are martyrs who are not afraid of generous sacrifices in the face of danger.
He laughed heroically, raised his spear, which had been upgraded to a "blood-soaked five-hook spear" due to killing a large number of enemies, above his head, and saluted the soldiers who were rushing over in a mighty manner.
For a moment, cheers resounded through the sky.
Waiting for the battle to be completely over, Cheng Peng handed over his order to the commander-in-chief Chunyu Qiong and returned to the military camp under the admiration of the soldiers. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xu Tu who was chatting privately with someone.
"You, a civilian, can actually move faster than me... Are you really just an engineer in reality, and don't have a part-time job like a 100-meter trapeze?"
"Is it possible to do that kind of thing part-time?" Xu Tu raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile in his eyes, "Don't talk nonsense, we have business coming to you."
"Oh? What's the deal again this time?"
"Gou Debai plans to buy some wine." Xu Tu said, "He needs some wine to hold a banquet and improve the morale of the army."
Cheng Peng was really startled this time and asked in surprise: "How does this guy plan to get the goods? Is he really going to sneak into Luoyang? Even if he is not afraid of death, there is no way to carry the wine back in the inventory."
"That's why I have to trouble you." Xu Tu smiled and took out the map, "You have to be responsible for delivering the goods to Hongnong, and there will be someone there to take care of it - I have asked Li Wei to hang back directly and prepare the vehicle, and estimate it according to the time.
, if you hurry up, you should have time to make a trip."
"...In other words, I have to run back to Luoyang on horseback, then escort the truck to Hongnong, and finally I have to run back before the next war starts tomorrow, right?"
"Well, you are a general. If you die, you will be prompted by the system, so you can only run back." Xu Tu smiled and patted Cheng Peng on the shoulder, "He who is capable works hard, so please work hard."
Cheng Peng twitched the corner of his mouth twice and asked again: "Aren't Wen De and Xiao Xiao also there? Why can't they be responsible for escorting? By the way, can't we just let Li Wei escort?"
"Li Wei, that stupid big guy, I'm afraid he will be fooled by the old dog with both his body and the wine; Wen De's hands are too soft, he might be robbed by robbers on the road; Xiao Xiao... in case the other party accepts the goods
It's He Ming, aren't you afraid that this 'despicable guy who stabs people in the back' will be chopped up by that hot-blooded man? You two are definitely ranked first and second on that guy's blacklist."
"Then let the three of them go together..."
"Please! For us businessmen, women have to be used as men, men have to be used as livestock, and one person has to be divided into several people. How can we have free time for three people to join forces to do an errand?" Xu Tuyi hated that iron cannot be made into steel.
In a sad tone, he said, "If you have time to chirp here, you might as well get on your horse and drive on, it's around hundreds of thousands a minute!"
"...I understand." Cheng Peng sighed weakly, "Then return the soldier talisman to me first. I can't transport the truck away by myself."
Xu Tu looked at Cheng Peng and seemed surprised.
"You don't want me to use jade to chase a horse-drawn cart, do you? It is said that there are tens of thousands of people there, at least a dozen carts, and they are so exhausted that they can't even pull them!"
"Why are you pulling the cart?" Xu Tu asked in confusion.
Cheng Peng was stunned.
"I have asked Wen De to spread a rumor, saying that you have taken on a hidden mission. You can bring low-priced spirits to Hongnong and sell them at high prices. You can make at least three times the profit for a round trip... By the time you return to Luoyang, you should have enough
Players are gathering at the gate of Luoyang with strong drinks, waiting for you to lead the way..."
"Then why do you want Levi to go back?"
"Please! Others are not fools! If we don't prepare wine ourselves, who will believe that you took over the task of selling wine?" Xu Tu said, "When we get to Luoyang, the players will naturally believe you when they see you bringing a cart of wine.
When the time comes, they will definitely be vying to help you pull the car - after all, they can't be so shameless that they can just take advantage."
Cheng Peng finally understood half of it, so he asked the last question: "Aren't we trying to make money for ourselves? If those players bring wine over, what else do we make?"
Xu Tu sighed, his face full of helplessness.
"Who told you that you have to pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other? Just throw the truck away when you get there and fight your way out of the Yellow Turban circle. I will settle the payment with Goudebai afterwards..."
"...You are really a devil!"
"How is that possible? I'm just loyal to the big man!" Xu Tu immediately corrected his image, "Those players have suffered losses and naturally want revenge, so they will actively attack the Yellow Turbans; and when the night comes, the Yellow Turbans should also
We got drunk, and then we went to rob the camp... We were ambushed by the Yellow Turbans, so we have to come back with revenge, right? Think about it with your conscience, aren't all my plans for the overall benefit of all the big players?
"
Half a minute later, a majestic white horse rushed out of the military camp, carrying the conscience-stricken Cheng Peng, and galloped away in the direction of Luoyang.
