Liu Zheng laughed loudly: "But there is no need to panic. Brother Re must always understand that a regular army should not be defeated by a group of rabble, no matter how many people they have!"
"Soldiers depend on their ability, not their numbers!"
Liu Zheng smiled slightly: "Sometimes, having more soldiers is not a good thing!"
Reheman was confused.
Having more soldiers is not a good thing? Who has ever heard of this?
Liu Zheng said: "We only need to wait three days and we will win!"
Reheman looked overjoyed.
If someone else said this, he would not believe it, but who is the person in front of him? Mr. Liu!
Reheman has never doubted him since he got to know him. Because this son can always create miracles in desperate situations.
Liu Zheng smiled slightly and said no more.
Two hundred thousand?
In the history of the world, there have been hundreds of thousands of troops. Sparta in ancient Rome also had hundreds of thousands, but in the end they were beaten to pieces by tens of thousands of elite Roman troops. Chen Sheng and Wu Guang also had hundreds of thousands, but they were still no match for the powerful.
The Qin army.
In the subsequent Yellow Turban Uprising, the Qingzhou army numbered 300,000, and was easily defeated, disintegrated, and recovered by Cao Cao.
In Liu Zheng's view, as long as the army does not have strict military discipline and military spirit, it will definitely not produce any combat effectiveness.
The temple army is one hundred thousand.
He was a little afraid.
But to coerce the people, these two hundred thousand are scary enough in the eyes of others. But in his eyes, two hundred thousand is now equivalent to the combat power of fifty thousand!
With so many people, don’t we need to eat?
Is there enough food and grass? Can the logistics supplies keep up?
Can the human heart be controlled?
Is the system strict?
If we can't capture Kucheng in three days, is the morale of the army still stable?
These are all things that need to be considered comprehensively.
"Brother Re, are you ready for the death squad I asked you to prepare?"
Liu Zheng turned around and asked.
Reheman laughed loudly: "Don't worry, sir, a hundred elite troops are ready and waiting for your dispatch at any time!"
Liu Zheng smiled and nodded.
Just the next morning.
The warning trombone finally sounded in Kucheng.
The temple army is finally here! As you climb up the city tower, you can see a long dragon in the distance, with countless heads, a black mass, and the momentum is astonishing. The leader is Hemuti. In front of the team, there is a person representing the temple.
The big flag.
"The royal family is dead, the temple must be erected!"
"kill!"
"Burn the palace!"
"Kill these ungrateful royals!"
Vast, continuous, and menacing.
When the Kucheng guards saw this formation, they were all frightened.
Two hundred thousand people, how many are there?
Looking up, it seems that there are people everywhere in the sky and on the earth.
Just visually, it brings infinite impact to people.
Then, these two hundred thousand people set up camp a mile away.