The camp relies on its original structure without much change, and its appearance is rough.
Defense facilities such as watchtowers and horses were set up in front of the camp.
The tent was re-erected on the gap that Gongsun Yan had plowed all the way.
This kind of camp is set up in the city.
Zhao Yun had extremely strict control over the sergeants under his command, and the baggage rear camp where prisoners were held was a key target of surveillance.
In one of the tents, Zhang He was wearing dark gray military uniform and sitting on a bench.
Just facing the door, staring at the pattering rain curtain outside like a daze.
Zhao Yun did not treat him harshly or imprison him in a prison car cage, but instead gave him good enough treatment.
Except for eating, drinking, having diarrhea, washing, changing clothes, and treatment, they are not allowed to leave the tent.
It seems that he is not expected to escape, and there are even very few people guarding him.
Zhang He did indeed stay in the camp obediently as expected.
This time, the mission led and planned by him failed.
The loss of troops and generals not only caused great losses to the tribes outside the fortress, but also killed Liu He, Xian Yuyin and others.
Zhang He is a man who knows how to make clever changes.
He first followed Han Fu and then Yuan Shao, so his position was already awkward.
Given Yuan Shao's temperament, he did not commit suicide on the spot after his defeat. Instead, he was captured without any help, which had already caused him great disgrace.
The Yuan family is afraid that she will never be able to return, so what's the harm in taking advantage of the situation?
Only when people are alive can they have a future, which has always been Zhang He's philosophy of life.
If you can win, fight, if you can't, surrender. War is just a job for Zhang He.
Working for someone is not a job.
Therefore, after being captured, he quickly hatched a plan in his mind.
If Zhao Yun persuades him to surrender, how should he nod in a dignified and reserved manner?
However, Zhang He never waited for anyone to persuade him to surrender.
He seemed to be forgotten in this back camp.
For several days, I counted the raindrops.
This kind of waiting is very torturous for a smart man like Zhang He.
I can imagine countless bad possibilities in my mind.
Thinking about it, his face showed a bit of depression.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, accompanied by a croaking sound.
"Junyi, we're here for dinner." A man with a barely decent face walked over in the rain.
He held a large ocean bowl in his hand, which he covered with his sleeves, but it still caught some rain.
Zhang He glanced at him sideways and said nothing, but reached out and took the bowl.
Yuan Shao was not so reassured by his actions this time, so he sent a trustworthy person. Although he was called his general, he actually had the responsibility of overseeing the army.
This person is Wen Fu, Wen Duwei.
I never thought that Captain Wen, the so-called trustworthy person in front of me, was better at making clever moves and making moves faster than Zhang He.
Judging from the way he moves in and out of the camp freely, he is clearly adapting well.
Zhang He didn't say anything, just took the bowl and chopsticks, wiped them, and started to put rice into his mouth.
Wen Fu, who was ignored, did not get angry. Looking back later, he also knew that he had surrendered to shame and should be despised.
But he has no regrets. Faced with that kind of thing, how strong a person can be to die generously?
At this moment, he just wanted to quickly win over a friend who also surrendered.
He was familiar with it and brought a small horse bed from Zhang He's tent. He watched Zhang He eat his rice and said, "Junyi, how rich do you think this Zhao Duwei's army is? It takes three soldiers a day."
Meals, with salt and meat from time to time?”
After Wen Fu surrendered, he naturally gave up all his original positions as captain. Because of his good surrender attitude, he temporarily took the position of dubo in the army.
This is also the reason why he called Zhang He by his nickname instead of his official position.
Zhang He paused while chewing the rice and looked down at the bowl in his hand.
The bowl is filled with rice, covered with seasonal green vegetables, and next to it is a spoonful of sauce-roasted tofu and a shiny chicken leg.
He was equally puzzled by Wen Fu's question.
But he didn't want to talk to Wen Fu.
Zhang He had been waiting for a lobbyist. When they met on the first day, he thought Wen Fu was the lobbyist who came to persuade him to surrender.
If so, Zhang He would take advantage of the situation and vote.
However, the person in front of me was nagging like a woman every day, but she never mentioned the matter of surrender.
Seeing that Zhang He still looked dead, Wen Fu felt uncomfortable in his heart.
If Zhang He could be persuaded to surrender, it would be a moderate achievement.
However, he did not want to speak. Wen Fu only regarded him as a loyal person, and he had no shame in uttering these words of surrender.
I just wanted to spend two more days to find the perfect opportunity.
The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time because of a small misunderstanding.
In such a dull atmosphere, Zhang He stuffed a whole bowl of food into his stomach while listening to the sound of rain.
When I swallowed the last grain of rice, I suddenly heard the sound of kicking in the distance.
A soldier wearing a raincoat came up and said to Zhang He: "General Zhang, if you have finished eating, you can go to the Chinese army camp. There are old friends waiting for you."
Old friend?
Does he have any old friends in western Liaoning?
Zhang He was confused, but immediately stood up and straightened his clothes.
Then he threw down his support, took the raincoat from the soldier, and strode out.
When he arrived in front of the Chinese army's tent, Zhang He saw the scene in front of him clearly and his footsteps stopped sharply.
In front of the big tent, hundreds of prisoners in ragged clothes were seen kneeling in the rain and lying in the mud.
In terms of clothing and appearance, there are Yuan Shaojun and Hu people.
I don't know whether it's cold or fear, but everyone's face turned pale.
The joy in Zhang He's heart suddenly disappeared, and countless bad thoughts filled his chest again.
He looked around at the environment, stepped forward again, and passed by the prisoners.
The captives, who were covered in mud, saw him passing by and naturally recognized his identity.
Seeing that he was not in chains, some of the prisoners began to beg him, hoping for some mercy.
Zhang He walked a few steps toward the Chinese army camp and saw a dark-skinned young officer wearing a raincoat and carrying a sword. He led several soldiers and dragged a man who looked like Sergeant Yuan Shao out.
He kicked the begging Yuan Jun down to the mud, then drew his sword and slashed, decapitating him.
The headless corpse was dragged away by the soldiers and dumped directly by the fence next to the camp.
Only then did Zhang He notice that the headless corpses there were piled up into a hill.
There are Hu people and Yuan Jun, but they are indistinguishable from each other after death.
The rain mixed with blood, making the wet mud even softer.
As soon as the rain agitated, the unique iron smell of blood spread into the nasal cavity.
Zhang He felt tense in his heart.
Seeing his confused and blue face, the dark-skinned young officer smiled at him.
Baring his white teeth, he said: "These are all beasts that kill people when they enter the city. They have their own place to die."
Zhang He's heart skipped a beat and he thought, should he, the man who had earned the money to open the city gate and lead the army into the city, die?
He glanced twice at the long knife on the officer's waist, but then looked at the sergeants guarding him.
He sighed secretly, avoided the pool of blood on the ground, and strode into the Chinese army camp.
As soon as he entered, he saw Zhao Yun, who was extremely arrogant that day and guarding the city gate alone, standing in the tent.
When Zhang He saw him, his ears hurt.
In front of Zhao Yun is a short figure wearing a cloak and hood.
Zhao Yun was bending down to listen to what the man was saying. When he saw him coming in, his face became solemn, with a hint of alertness.
Like an animal whose territory has been violated, the qi machine firmly protected the little man.
Zhang He's eyes darkened, and countless thoughts swirled in his mind. Finally, he cupped his fists and said, "Captain Zhao, I haven't seen you for a few days."
After Zhao Yun nodded in return, he lowered his head and looked at the short man.
Zhang He was shocked to see the man stretch out his white hands, pull down the hood on his head, and turn around.
Revealing a delicate face, with black hair and snow-skinned skin, cherry lips with red lips, he said with an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "Zhang He, Zhang Junyi."
The girl's soft voice echoed in the tent.
Zhang He's pupils shrank sharply. Although he had never seen her before, the features of the girl in front of him were very recognizable.
After working hard, how could he not know when he sneaked into Lingzhi City?
This person is none other than Gongsun Zan’s daughter!
