The size of the 40,000-strong army is indeed huge, but no matter how huge it is, it doesn't matter. As long as it doesn't form a cloud, it's just a matter of two or three swords!
From the moment the first sword flash was fired to when Guan Yu and the others rushed in front of the leader of the Yellow Turban bandits, it only took a dozen seconds. Before the tens of thousands of bandit soldiers could react from their shock, Guan Yu and the others had already rushed in front of the bandit leader.
When Zhang Fei and Dian Wei saw that they had nothing to do, they simply rushed forward, one in each hand, and several leaders were captured alive so easily. Especially Dian Wei, seeing that there was no room for improvement, he simply flew up and kicked the leader in pieces.
The military flag in the pole.
As the flag of the Chinese army fell, Guan Yu's eyes burst with light, and he roared to the sky, "The leader of the thieves has been captured, and if you guys don't disperse, are you seeking death?"
With this roar that shocked the whole audience, Guan Yu slashed his last sword into the sky. The sword light, which was more than 100 meters long, rose into the sky and flew straight into the sky, as if it was going to split a hole in the sky. He raised his head.
Looking up at the soaring sword light, many yellow scarf thieves were so frightened that they peed.
I don't know who was the first to yell and turn around and run away. In an instant, with Guan Yu and the three in the center, the entire Yellow Turban bandit formation collapsed like a washed-out sandcastle.
After a while, Guan Yu and the others came back in a swaggering manner. As for the 40,000 Yellow Turban thieves, they were running in all directions like the wind at this moment. They did not have the courage to go against such a god-like figure.
"Hiss..." Xi Zhicai and others took a breath of cold air, adding a major force to global warming.
Wang Xuan shrugged, "It's just a mob. As long as there is no condensation of clouds, relying on the four generals Guan, Zhang, Zhao Dian, no matter how many yellow scarves we have, it will be useless. Otherwise, why do you think I dare to choose Qi County as the place to start my career!"
Today, there are only a few people in the world who can take the heads of generals from tens of thousands of troops. On this basis, tens of thousands of people can be deterred from doing anything without permission, such as Guan Yu Yuehua's three cuts and Zhao Yunbai's
Niao Chaofeng, Lu Bu's super-large Fang Tian Hua Ji, all three of them can carry out super-large attacks that are so dazzling and shocking that they can knock out the enemy's fighting spirit in one blow.
Others, such as Zhang Fei, Dian Wei, or Yan Liang and Wen Chou under Yuan Shao, have no problem getting in, but the clearing speed is not that fast, and they cannot achieve the shocking effect Wang Xuan wants at all.
This is also the reason why Wang Xuan chose Qijun.
Simply killing people cannot solve the problem. Population was the greatest wealth in the Three Kingdoms era.
With a few "puff" and "plop" sounds, the four leaders of the yellow scarf thieves were pushed directly to the ground. Guan Yu and the other three clasped their fists and raised their hands to Liu Bei and Wang Xuan, "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life!"
"Thank you for your hard work, brother!" Liu Bei smiled.
"Secret Master Guan is so powerful!" Wang Xuan clapped his hands and laughed.
Other Xi Zhicai, Zaozi and a group of dozens of newly-joined literati who had joined Liu Bei's team, looked at Guan Yu with very strange expressions at this moment. There were fears, admiration, disbelief, ecstasy, and all kinds of thoughts.
The same thing is that everyone suddenly became a hundred times more confident.
Guan Yu's slightly narrowed red phoenix eyes, paired with his fiery red face and three long strands of beard under his chin, this indifferent demeanor, this understatement of grandeur, is the kind of peerless warrior who can crazily boost his own morale.
This is the most valuable thing about Guan Yu.
It can almost be said that in Guan Yu's battles, he never had to worry about his own morale!
Looking at the four guys on the ground, Wang Xuansheng asked: "What are their cultivation levels?"
"One person has become a gang by practicing Qi, and the remaining three are at the peak of blood exchange. There should be hope." Understanding what Wang Xuan meant, Zhang Fei answered.
"Proceed according to the old rules." Wang Xuan waved his hand. He had already subdued more than a dozen bandit leaders. There was already a standard process in place, and now there was no need for Wang Xuan to perform any shocking stunts himself.
The army moved forward again, heading all the way towards Qi County. At first, they encountered several waves of bandits who overestimated their capabilities. After four times, Guan Yu's name spread throughout Qingzhou faster than a horse's hooves. With such a peerless warrior,
Sitting in charge, naturally there will be no more people without eyes coming to make wrong ideas.
Wang Xuan was still a little dissatisfied with this, and lamented several times that the Yellow Turban thieves were as timid as rats, and they only captured less than twenty Yellow Turban leaders in total, which was obviously not enough!
Don't underestimate these Yellow Turban leaders. People like these who don't even know a few characters but can stand out from thousands of people always have something special. What they lack is just systematic training. As long as these basic knowledge and
He will quickly become the backbone of Liu Bei's army.
In the future, all soldiers and people in Qingzhou will be transformed from the Yellow Turban thieves, and these guys who were born in the Yellow Turban can play a greater role.
At least the effect of stabilizing people's hearts must be extraordinary.
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On the other side, Zhao Yun, who had set off early, led a thousand cavalry and marched straight to Linzi, Qi County. According to Wang Xuan's order, he needed to clean up all the large groups of bandits around Linzi.
The reason why Wang Xuan sent Zhao Yun instead of others was not just because Zhao Yun was better at leading cavalry, but because of the issue of knowledge.
In Wang Xuan's view, Zhao Yun is now half a handsome man, with the ability to make decisions on the spur of the moment, while Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Dian Wei and Yong are used to it, but they are still far behind in terms of overall view and adaptability.
There is no way, there is a big difference between these three people in origin, knowledge, experience and grassroots background.
Now Wang Xuan doesn't know anything about the situation near Linzi, let alone giving any guidance. He can only determine what kind of result he wants, how to do it specifically, and to what extent it can be achieved. It all depends on Zhao Yun, the leader.
Zhao Yun, who arrived all the way on Pegasus, did not enter combat mode as soon as he arrived. Instead, he repaired his team, became familiar with the surrounding terrain, and inquired about news.
Wang Xuan's request was too general. The purpose was not to allow large groups of bandits to interfere with normal urban construction and production when the army arrived.
And what is a big bandit?
How to fight against bandits without causing a lot of casualties?
After all, if you do it too harshly, all the bandits will run away, and construction and production will not be delayed. But if there are no people, will you just rely on Liu Bei's tens of thousands of people?
Obviously not!
Therefore, this task is very tricky. The first thing is to know how many bandits there are in the entire Linzi area. After three days of inquiring, Zhao Yun basically determined the general situation. It is just a rough idea. Even these bandits don't know how many people they have in their hands.
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Two hundred thousand!
A number that was very difficult for Zhao Yun to understand. He was very doubtful that before the Yellow Turbans, there were 200,000 people near Linzi City!
This is simply uncharacteristic.
After grabbing dozens of tongues in a row, Zhao Yun finally figured out what was going on.
It all boils down to too much confusion.
In a state of anarchy, the entire Qingzhou is dominated by the leaders of large and small bandits. Without the social and political system, production and life are extremely inconvenient.