The night is like a curtain, and darkness covers the entire sky.

After clearing all the resistance forces in Fuyang City, the eight hundred bandits have already "off". Except for the few bandits responsible for defending the city and guarding the city, most of the rest are rampant in Fuyang City like locusts, and the poor are not in trouble. However, the wealthy families hiding in the deep courtyards have suffered. Under Ma Yue's deliberate indulgence and induction, these originally mellow and kind farmers are undergoing an unprecedented transformation. The simplicity at the corners of their eyes is eroding their legs, and the fangs at the corners of their mouths are getting sharper.

Guan Hai, Pei Yuanshao and two other big bosses rarely lost their interest in "enjoying holidays" and ran over and reported the good news to Ma Yue. This time, the food in He Mansion was piled up like a mountain, and the linen accumulated in the warehouse was enough for each of the eight hundred bandits to make a winter clothes. What surprised Guan Hai and the others even more was that the He Mansion actually raised 300 horses. For a bandit, this was an extremely valuable strategic resource.

In the county yamen hall, Ma Yue looked deep and was staring at the silk book map in front of him in a daze. Guan Hai, Pei Yuanshao and two big bosses saw Ma Yue's appearance as soon as they entered the door. They immediately wilted like frost-beating eggplants, standing alone, silent as if the study was suffocating. Only the lamp twister burned and made a wailing sound.

Looking at the map, Ma Yue's brows gradually frowned.

Where is Qin Jie's Nanyang soldiers now? What makes Ma Yue most uneasy is where Zhu Jun's elite official army is now? If it faces Qin Jie's Nanyang soldiers, there may be a possibility of breaking out again, but if it is entangled by Zhu Jun's official army, it is probably a little bit of danger. Especially the cavalry of Dong Zhuo, the devil of Xiliang, will be like a maggot with bones, and will never stop until death.

From Jingshan to the east to Biyang, then from Biyang Zhedao to attack Fuyang, the eight hundred bandits traveled for more than 300 miles in four days. Whether it was Qin Jie's Nanyang soldiers or Zhu Jun's official troops, it was impossible for them to catch up in such a short time. At least before tomorrow morning, the eight hundred bandits were still safe in Fuyang.

The news that Fuyang has lost must have reached Qin Jie and Zhu Jun's ears. Zhu Jun is good at fighting, and Qin Jie is very treacherous. They cannot sit idly by and watch the 800 bandits wander around and ignore them. They will definitely find ways to destroy themselves. What will the government army do? Should we wait for the Internet or continue to pursue and intercept? Ma Yue is unknown.

Although Fuyang had been taken down, Ma Yue never considered taking over the city and defending it. He wanted to confront the entire Han Empire with just eight hundred bandits. He was undoubtedly a mantis armed with a chariot and a perishment.

Continuing to wander is not a problem, the question is where to wander next?

To the north is a dead end. The counties in the northern part of Nanyang are most tragic to the poison of yellow turban tea. In the north, the situation in Yingchuan is even worse. The people are displaced and nine out of ten families are empty. The wealthy families fled and the killings are gone. Who can they still rob? If you don’t rely on robbery, what will the 800 bandits eat? What should they drink?

Moreover, what made Ma Yue even more worried was that if he was wandering in this direction, he would most likely bump into Zhu Jun's elite official army head-on, and he would die without a place to die.

Going west were several counties of Yuyang. After Qin Jie lost Wancheng, he relied on several counties of Yuyang and withstood the fierce attack of hundreds of thousands of yellow turbans in Nanyang. Qin Jie had been operating here for a long time and had a deep foundation. Although the Nanyang soldiers were not as strong as the elite Northern Army, they were still much stronger than 800 bandits. It is far from the time to fight head-on with the official army, so the road to the west is not open.

Although I didn't hear any powerful official army going east, Runan was also deeply poisoned by the Yellow Turban Tea, the people were suffering and the oil and water were limited.

Ma Yue's eyes crossed Fuyang, and to the south was Sui County, and to the south was Jiangxia County. Jiangxia was not ravaged by the Yellow Turbans. The gentry Yin Fu was the most ideal place to wander. However, Qin Jie and Zhu Jun were not Yi Yu after all, so would they set up traps on the way to the south?

...

Ping clan, Qin Jie army camp.

"Ahem cough cough..."

A harsh cough suddenly sounded in the tent with candlelight, as if he was about to tear his throat apart. Zou Jing walked into the tent with a worried face. Qin Jie looked pale and was sitting up from the soft couch, covering his mouth with his hands, bowing his waist, looking like he was about to die.

Seeing Qin Jie's appearance, Zou Jing shook his head sadly. Qin Jie heard that Fu Yang had lost his heart and was furious. In addition, he was tired from the journey and could not get sick.

"Ahem..."

Qin Jie coughed twice again, finally stopped his choking cough, slowly moved the silk handkerchief that was covering his mouth tightly. Under the swaying candlelight, he saw a drop of red on the white silk handkerchief. Qin Jie's eyes dimmed in an instant, quietly put away the silk handkerchief, waved to Zou Jing, and said weakly: "Where is Ziyu, you are here just right, I'm about to find you."

Zou Jing showed concern and advised: "Sir, you should have more rest, it is really not advisable to work harder than military affairs."

Qin Jie waved his hand, a hint of solemn appeared on his pale face, spreading a silk map on his knees, Zou Jing sighed softly, walked to the soft couch and knelt down.

Qin Jie's worried eyes fell on Fuyang County on the map and said softly: "Fuyang has already lost its fate. Ziyu, let's see, what will happen to the next eight hundred bandits? Should we continue to wander around like before, or should we be determined and want to settle in Fuyang and defend the city?"

Zou Jing sighed, "Sir, if Ma Yue was the short-sighted man, he might have taken over the city and guarded it, but you and I know that Ma Yue is as cunning as a fox and will never kill himself. Therefore, it is most likely that he will abandon the city and continue to wander around."

Qin Jie sighed, nodded slightly, and said, "I think so too. If Ma Yue seizes the city and guards things, it will be easier to deal with. But if the eight hundred bandits really abandon the city and go around, where will they go?"

Zou Jing's expression moved and said in a calm voice: "Do you want to change the pursuit to intercept?"

Qin Jie nodded slightly and sighed, "This is a last resort. Since ancient times, the best way to suppress bandits and pursue them is to attack them. However, the eight hundred bandits are not like the ancient bandits. They are brisk in their arms and robbed for a living without supplies and no supplies. They flock to come and go, and they can drive a hundred miles in one day. If they still follow the usual laws, the soldiers of the three armies will be exhausted and lose sight of one and the other, which is really painful."

Zou Jing nodded and said, "The wise man is wise, but the lower officials agree."

Qin Jie shook his head and said, "I am a dying person, so there is no need to be these polite words. Ziyu, I have always respected your talents and knowledge. You should tell me, where will the eight hundred wanderings go after the rebirth of the Yang?"

Zou Jing frowned and pondered for a moment, and said in a voice: "The officials thought that eight or nine out of ten of the eight hundred bandits would go south to Sui County and head straight for Jiangxia."

Qin Jie coughed twice and asked, "What's the reason?"

Zou Jing said: "To the north is a dead end. Ma Yue didn't know that General Zhu Jun had already gone north to Jizhou. He thought that the army was still in Wancheng, so he definitely did not dare to go north to kill himself. To the west are Yuyang counties. The adults were operating here for a long time, and Ma Yue didn't know that the adults had already led their troops far away in the Ping clan. With his 800 people, he definitely did not dare to offend lightly. If he left this, he could only go east and south to Runan. Runan was also in chaos due to the Yellow Turban disaster. The people were suffering. Eight hundred bandits made a living by plundering. If they went to Runan, they would fall into a desperate situation. The officials dared to assert that eight hundred bandits would go south to Sui County and go to Jiangxia."

Qin Jie's eyes showed admiration, and his originally chaotic thoughts suddenly became clear after Zou Jing's analysis.

"Tiyu, help me up."

Zou Jing stepped forward and gently helped Qin Jie up.

"Come on the pen and ink." Qin Jie said again, "I am writing a letter, and you will send people to Jiangxia overnight. Wang Min, the prefect of Jiangxia, asked Lord Wang to send troops to defeat the thief."

...

In the back hall of Fuyang County, Ma Yue gradually made up his mind that going south to Jiangxia was a foregone conclusion. This was the only way to live, and there was no other way to go there. But how to go south is worth pondering. Imagine that a great man in later generations also played the good show of crossing the Chishui four times in desperate situations with a 20,000-year-old army, and played with someone's hundreds of thousands of troops in his palms.
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