Liu Zhe looked at Liu Yan, bowed and said, "I hope my uncle can hand over all the prisoners outside the city to me."

The Yellow Turbans outside the city ran away because the leader was dead, and there were 60,000 to 70,000 prisoners left. They were all ordinary people who were brought by the Yellow Turban Army. Liu Zhe had their ideas. Anyway, Xiaoxingzhuang could support them now. Liu Zhe, who came from later generations, knew the importance of human resources in ancient times.

"What do you want them to do?" Liu Yan was curious.

"Most of them were enslaved by the thief, and they were not evil in themselves. In addition, their homes had been destroyed by the Yellow Turban Army, so I plan to take them to Xiaoxingzhuang and support them with the power of Xiaoxingzhuang to prevent them from becoming refugees and causing greater harm to the court." Liu Zhe felt that he was becoming more and more charlatan and was full of nonsense.

"My nephew has done a lot of hard work, and my uncle admires it." Liu Yan heard this and said in awe, "Since my nephew is very wise, I cannot fall behind. I support you with some food and grass to reduce the burden on my nephew."

What surprised Liu Zhe was that the food given by Liu Yan was enough for 10,000 people to eat for the first half of the year.

"Thank you uncle." Liu Zhe was overjoyed. Liu Yan would do this best. Although Xiaoxingzhuang does not lack food, the more food the better.

After this episode, the atmosphere of the banquet became even more lively. The wine was drunk until the evening. Liu Yan stored a lot of wheat liquid here, and everyone who attended the banquet drank it.

The next day, Liu Zhe sobered up faster than anyone else's physical condition. After getting up, Liu Zhe summoned his own troops and arranged for Xu Shu to escort the gang of prisoners back to Xiaoxingzhuang with five hundred cavalry, and he took the remaining troops to Qingzhou.

"This boy will definitely accomplish great things in the future." Liu Zhe didn't know that, so he set off with his men. Liu Yan and a young man stood on the city wall and watched him go away.

"Father, why do you say that?" The young man is Liu Zhang, the son of Liu Yan.

"At a young age, it has built such a strong army, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can do." Liu Yan said to his son: "When you meet him in the future, try to avoid being enemies with him..."

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Linzi, the capital of Qingzhou, was densely surrounded by the Yellow Turban Army. The Yellow Turban Army here is more well-equipped, with better personnel training, and moderate advancement and retreat. Compared with the chaotic Yellow Turban Army in Youzhou, they are more like the Yellow Turban Army.

One thing that is the same as the Yellow Turban Army in Youzhou is that they also engulf the people and the number of them is even larger.

Under the city of Linzi, there were countless Yellow Turban Army. Liu Bei brought the 5,000 troops supported by Liu Yan earlier than Liu Zhe. After arriving here, he fought with the Yellow Turban Army several times, but he could not win. Every attack was repelled and could not contact the defenders in the city to form an effective response.

Liu Bei stood on a small hill, looking high, looking away, Linzi City faintly revealed its city corridor in the distance, it fell into a yellow ocean, like a small boat swaying in the wind and waves, and it would capsize at any time.

"Xuande." A general wearing a white helmet walked up. He was about forty years old and his face was covered with the vicissitudes of the military.

"Zou Xiaowei." Liu Bei saluted people.

His name is Zou Jing, and he was Liu Yan's captain. He assisted Liu Bei in leading five thousand troops to rescue Qingzhou.

"I'm worried about how to defeat the Yellow Turban Army?" Zou Jing asked. Over the past few days, the two have become familiar with each other.

"Yes, whenever you see the Yellow Turban Army attacking the city, Bei feels uncomfortable and feels very distressed. He only hates that he is unable to help the people of Linzi City." Liu Bei sighed with a long sigh, frowned, and looked worried about the country and the people.

"Is it true to be a wise man?" Zou Jing was moved and exclaimed.

"I don't know when Brother Ziling will arrive." Liu Bei remembered Liu Zhe who had not arrived yet. Liu Zhe's cavalry was extremely powerful and his generals were extremely brave. He must have a way to solve the current dilemma. He had only seen Liu Zhe once, but Liu Bei actually had expectations for Liu Zhe.

"Hmph, I don't know when he came. I guess he had already escaped!" When talking about Liu Zhe, Zou Jing snorted in dissatisfaction, very dissatisfied that Liu Zhe had not appeared yet. Their five thousand men and horses all came here. Liu Zhe was all in a cavalry, but they had not appeared yet, which made Zou Jing very dissatisfied.

"Maybe Brother Ziling has something to do." Liu Bei said, wanting to defend Liu Zhe, but in fact he was a little dissatisfied.

Zou Jing said a little angrily: "What's the serious thing that can make him five days late? We have been here for five days. Logically, he should have come long ago. We fought with the Yellow Turban Army three times, and each time they lost their troops, but he was fine, and he has not seen anyone yet!"

Zou Jing was very resentful in his words. A large group of people were killed and injured by his subordinates, and Liu Zhe was gone. If Liu Zhe had brought cavalry to cover him at that time, he would not have to die so many subordinates.

"Report, General Liu Zhe has arrived." As he said that, someone came down to report that Liu Zhe came.

"Okay, we're finally here." Liu Bei was overjoyed. He was under too much pressure these days, and he hoped that someone would share the pressure for him.

"Hmph, I want to see what he is doing." Zou Jing snorted coldly down the mountain to meet Liu Zhe.
Chapter completed!