"General Mi! Eldest Young Master! I have something urgent to ask for!"
Outside the handsome tent, I suddenly remembered the sound of hurried footsteps and a question.
The pottery merchant looked up and saw a figure kneeling on one knee outside the tent. With the lights in the tent, the shadowy traces of his body were cast on the curtain and sand inside the tent, which looked very distinct in the already dark night.
Slender on the outside.
"Come in and talk about something!" Mi Fang put away her submissive manner in front of the pottery merchant, straightened her face, and showed the momentum and demeanor that a commander-in-chief of the armed forces should have.
The scout quickly entered the tent, saluted the two of them, and said concisely and concisely: "An hour ago, my subordinates discovered that there was a troop of soldiers and horses moving from the north to the south hidden in Qiong Mountain, fifty miles to the north. There were about ten thousand people.
, the movements of its troops and horses are currently unknown.”
When Mi Fang heard that there were more than 10,000 soldiers and horses nearby, her face turned pale for a moment, her legs secretly swayed, and the innate energy of weakness in her bones began to stir again in an instant.
Naturally, some changes in Mi Fang could not escape the eyes of the potter. After getting along for a while, he knew this good partner very well.
"Brother Mi, do you have the urge to pack away your belongings..."
Mi Fang subconsciously replied: "The eldest son has a wonderful plan."
The pottery merchant smiled slightly and said, "Brother Mi, calm down...there are others here."
Mi Fang suddenly woke up and regained her senses.
Looking sideways at the scout who was still kneeling in front of him, Mi Fang pretended to be disdainful and asked, "Can you tell which state and county the troops are from?"
Although the scout wanted to laugh, he did not dare to make a mistake when facing the general, so he could only hold it in for life.
"My subordinates secretly investigated and found that although the army and horses were well-equipped with weapons and equipment, they did not have the state's military trumpets, flags, or neat armor. They were probably not official soldiers... But judging from the orderliness of their camps, they were not
Ordinary bandits, so... therefore, my subordinates suspect..."
Mi Fang urged: "What do you suspect?"
"It's the Yellow Turban!"
When Mi Fang heard this, her complexion suddenly changed from red to white.
When Tao Shang saw that Mi Fang was silent for a long time, he coughed twice and asked, "Brother Mi, the Yellow Turbans' army has been destroyed long ago. If it is really the Yellow Turbans, they are also the remaining defeated soldiers from the past war. Shouldn't they be worth fearing?"
Mi Fang let out a long sigh, waved her hand to let the scout go down, and ordered him to continue to investigate more closely.
After the scouts left, Mi Fang explained carefully to the pottery merchant: "My lord, although the Yellow Turban bandits were defeated six years ago, their power has been like a grassland fire. It has rekindled many times and has not stopped for several years. Jizhou, Yanzhou,
In Guanzhong, Yangzhou, Qingzhou, including my own place in Xuzhou, there are yellow turban thieves who are causing trouble, and their power is not small. There are thousands of people who are causing trouble, tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands...especially the Black Mountain Yellow Turbans, even
He is said to have millions of followers! He should not be underestimated."
The pottery merchant nodded in understanding, gaining a deeper understanding of the Yellow Turban.
This is an uprising originating from religion. Although it failed, its influence can be endless. The terrible thing about a religious uprising is not its combat power and resources, but its ideological guidance.
It can make it last for a long time.
In the late Han Dynasty, natural and man-made disasters caused large numbers of hungry people to flee everywhere and starve to death everywhere. However, Zhang Jiao was able to go against the inherent Confucianism in this specific period and put forward the idea that "human beings are not noble or base, they are all born of heaven. Heaven is dead, Huang
Such novel and highly motivating theories as "Heaven should stand", one can imagine how much influence such ideas had on the precarious people at the bottom at that time.
I have to say that Zhang Jiao is indeed unconventional and innovative!
This is an important factor why even after Zhang Jiao's death, these people at the bottom of the Yellow Turbans who don't have enough to eat are still active everywhere...
Wait...don't have enough to eat?
Thinking of this, Tao Shang was suddenly excited, as if he had thought of something, he stood up suddenly, startling Mi Fang, and called out: "Master, what do you want to do?"
The pottery merchant ignored him and walked quickly to the table in the middle of the handsome tent. He looked at the leather pictures spread out on the table. His eyes widened from wide to round, then narrowed slightly. Two obscure words shot out from the gap.
Glossy.
After an unknown amount of time, the pottery merchant looked away from the picture, rubbed his brows tiredly, and murmured: "I understand what they are going to do."
Mi Fang on the side was confused and looked at the pottery merchant blankly, wondering: "What do you mean by the eldest son? What do you understand?"
Turning his head to look at Mi Fang with a confused look on his face, Tao Shang sneered: "Brother Mi, do you still remember what our purpose was for stationing troops here in the first place?"
When Mi Fang heard this, her face turned red, she lowered her head uneasily and said, "Steal, steal the pig."
The potter nodded and said: "If the army in Qiong Mountain is really the Yellow Turbans, their purpose should be the same as ours."
When Mi Fang heard this, her pupils dilated, her eyes widened, and her mouth opened in surprise.
"The Yellow Turbans also lack animals for tooth-beating sacrifices?"
The potter stretched out a finger and waved it, and said: "To be precise, they are short of food! And there is only one place nearby where there is food and livestock!"
Mi Fang suddenly realized what she was thinking: "Zhuangzi of the Xu family?"
"That's right." The pottery merchant turned to look at the dark night sky outside the tent and said, "The Yellow Turbans must have come from afar and cannot stay too long. If my guess is correct, they will definitely launch an attack on Xuzhuang tonight!"
Hearing this, Mi Fang's face instantly lit up with joy.
"Sir, this is very good. This is the so-called dog eats dog! Let the Yellow Turban bandits and the Xu Chu savage men fight each other! Now we don't have to leave, we will camp here and watch them fight to the death!
How wonderful! So happy... so... so..."
Suddenly she felt two sharp sword-like gazes directed at her neck. Goosebumps spread all over Mi Fang's body, and she slowly turned her head to look at the pottery merchant behind her.
"Eldest Young Master...?"
The potter's face was calm, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, he just looked at him calmly and softly.
Mi Fang had always felt embarrassed about the pottery merchant's harmless expression.
He swallowed and said with a dry smile: "How about my strategy?"
The pottery merchant twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Haha."
No matter how ignorant Mi Fang is, she can still tell that these two "haha" sounds are not a good word...it's a bit like swearing.
"Then according to the wishes of the young master, what should we do?"
Tao Shang said in a precise manner: "Gather your troops together and send out all the scouts to investigate carefully. Once the bandits attack Xu Zhuang, we will immediately harass them and attack Xu Chu from both sides."
This time it was Mi Fang's turn to think "hehe".
"Young Master, Xu Chu came to camp this morning with his troops and horses, and blocked the gate of the camp to ask you to hand me over. We just don't seek any harm from him. Why do we need to help that man deal with the Yellow Turbans?" Mi Fang was indignant.
Retort verbally.
The potter stretched out three fingers, broke them off one by one, and said: "There are three reasons. First, I want to recruit Xu Chu into the Xuzhou army. Second, after all, you and I are both Xuzhou officers and soldiers. You are
I am the commander-in-chief of an army. I am the governor of the province and personally supervise the army. I encounter thieves and bandits on the road and rob the people. If I do not help, I cannot be justified."
Mi Fang was still a little unhappy: "What about the third item?"
"Third, brother Mi, don't forget that we are from Xuzhou and we are an army of gentlemen!"
The three righteous words did not achieve the desired effect, especially the third reason. Looking at Mi Fang's expression, it seemed that she felt a little... vomiting?
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It was past midnight and the moonlit night was deep.
Xuzhuang has fallen into darkness in the middle of the night. Only a few farmers light oil lamps, and sparse lights are scattered everywhere in Zhuangzi. This peaceful and peaceful atmosphere is incompatible with this chaotic world, but it is...
Existence is like a strong bamboo in a violent storm, crumbling but not losing its roots.
Behind Xuzhuang, soldiers and horses with floating clouds and yellow turbans were slowly approaching. The leading horses had hemp muzzles on their mouths and footcloths on their hooves, which would make too much noise. The entire army was moving extremely fast, like a moonlit night.
Under a cluster of dark clouds, dark figures pressed towards Xu Zhuang at a steady pace.
"Come in!"
He Man, in the middle, stared at Xu Zhuang who was very close with his red eyes. There was a hint of suppressed excitement in his hoarse voice, just like a hungry wolf in the Gobi desert suddenly discovered a wandering hare, and every cell in his body was excited.
It's the thirst for blood.
"Come on!"
I don't know whose voice rang out in the night sky, followed by the chorus of nearly ten thousand people, and the three thousand Yellow Turban vanguard horses had already taken the lead into Xu's Zhuangzi.
Xu Zhuang, who was so calm, felt as if a pot had exploded in an instant!
The sleeping banker men in every house stood up in a panic, picked up their belongings and went out to fight the yellow scarf thieves.
For a time, the avenues and paths in the village and the courtyards of farmhouses turned into battlefields. The Yellow Turban soldiers and the Xuzhuang militiamen fought desperately. Swords, guns, axes, plows and rakes flew everywhere under the moonlight, splashing from time to time.
Draw blood and scatter it into the air.
Women and children huddled in houses and farmhouses, trying desperately to suppress their cries. The animals in the pen neighed and howled, and were dragged and forced out of the fence by the Yellow Turbans who entered the conflict.
Fortunately, while the Yellow Turban Army was attacking the village, they also focused their energy on grabbing food and livestock. Otherwise, although the clan soldiers in the village were brave, they would not be able to defeat the Fuyun Yellow Turban Army who were dozens of times their size.
?I am afraid that the final result will be the death of both humans and animals, and the tragic situation of ten rooms and nine empty houses.
Even so, the Yellow Turban Army had a large number of troops, and they could still gain the upper hand while fighting the clan militia while robbing the supplies.
Not long after, the number of casualties in Xu Zhuang reached over a hundred! At this moment, everyone in the village, men, women, old and young, who could walk and survive, joined the battlefield one after another, using their bodies to defend their own homeland, determined to fight a bloody battle with the Yellow Turban Army
In the end...but the power gap between the two sides is too great, and the decline is still irreversible.
At this time, Jie Tian Yaksha He Man had also led his troops straight into the village and looked coldly at all the battlefields opened up in the village.
"Asshole! How could there be a farmhouse on fire? Who asked the brats to set it on fire!" He Man looked at it and couldn't help but get furious.
The Yellow Turban Colonel hurriedly replied: "The people in the village are quite brave and fight to the death with our army. The boys set off a few fires as a deterrent."
He Man gritted his teeth and said: "You bastard! If you burn the grain and livestock, who does it belong to? We are here to grab grain, not to burn the village! Tell the boys! If anyone dares to set fire again...kill them!"
"promise!"
"Also, settle the war quickly and get out of the village with the food, grass and livestock. Don't waste any time! Anyone who stands in the way, regardless of age or sex, will be killed ruthlessly by me!"