Chapter 222: Coincidental encounter with Liu Guanzhang
Zhao Yun obeyed the order and immediately dispatched two hundred silver dragon riders to escort Lu Zhi back to the Xiliang territory.
Afterwards, only about 300 people remained in the 500-strong army.
After Zhao Yun counted the number of people, he always stood next to Xiao Wen, feeling like he was hesitant to speak.
He wants to talk.
But as soon as the words came to his throat, he swallowed them again, and he didn't know what to say.
Finally, it was Xi Zhi on the side who noticed the strangeness of the general and asked aloud: "What is General Zhao worried about? But it seems that the lord originally only brought five hundred men and horses, but now he has divided out two hundred, and only three are left."
Hundred."
"With these three hundred people, how difficult is it to win this battle?"
Zhao Yun nodded and did not deny it.
Xi Zhicai's words spoke to his heart.
Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer soldiers in my hands.
Can this battle be won with just this number of people?
"General, do you think that if you bring all the troops in the territory, how much chance of winning this war can be increased?" Xi Zhicai asked again.
Zhao Yun was stunned and fell into silence.
Seeing that Zhao Yun didn't speak, Xi Zhicai continued:
"Although the outcome of a battle is related to the number of soldiers, as far as the army currently assembled by the court is concerned, it is already large enough."
"According to Xi's knowledge, the imperial court has gathered hundreds of thousands of troops unilaterally. In addition, during this period, aristocratic families, capable people and strangers will come to help, and the final number of the imperial army may reach one million.
Everyone. In such a large-scale battle, what can happen even if all the troops and horses in the entire territory are pressed against it?"
"Instead of exposing all your strength at this time, it is better to hide your strength and bide your time and secretly increase your strength."
"Golden scales are just a thing in the pond. They turn into dragons when encountering wind and clouds."
"Our lord is such a real dragon!"
Xi Zhicai said slowly.
When Xi Zhi said these words, Zhao Yun fell into silence.
At this moment, he seemed to understand the meaning of Xi Zhicai's words.
This master of my own is indeed a very human being.
On the side, Xiao Wen naturally listened to the conversation between the two people, with an expressionless face and an unpredictable smile.
No one else knew about his ambition, but Xi Zhicai had already guessed it.
After all, those words I said to Lu Zhi before were not only said to Lu Zhi, but also to Xi Zhicai.
After the army rested for a while, they marched again towards Guangzong City.
Along the way, there were stops and starts, but the speed was not too fast.
It was not that Xiao Wen deliberately delayed the march, but that scouts on the road repeatedly found traces of the Yellow Turban army, which happened to be the troops of Zhou Cang and Li Damu.
In order to avoid this army, Xiao Wen could only choose a roundabout strategy and move in circles to avoid this group of yellow scarf troops.
We walked like this for about a day, and in the evening, the scout came back on horseback.
Seeing the scout, Xiao Wen raised his eyebrows slightly. Without him reporting it, Xiao Wen basically guessed that there were Yellow Turban soldiers ahead.
After all, the order I gave was that the scouts should go forward to investigate and come back every once in a while. If they found any trace of the Yellow Turban, they could come back in advance to report.
Now, it is obvious that there is not enough time, so there is only the second possibility: these guys discovered the traces of the Yellow Turban Army.
"Lord, there are traces of the Yellow Turbans ahead. They seem to be fighting an army." The soldier dismounted and reported.
Hearing this, Xiao Wen, who was about to turn around and choose another path, was slightly startled, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.
He had just checked the number of the Yellow Turban Army, and it was about five thousand people.
And the leader is Zhou Cang, a Yellow Turban general like Li Damu. Who has the courage to fight with him?
"Can you clearly see the opponent's flag and the general's appearance?" Xiao Wen asked again.
"Liu Ziqi, General, there are two people who look particularly special. One has a red face, a long beard, and holds a big sword. The other has a black face and a thorny beard, a fierce look on his face, and holds a spear."
The soldier said slowly.
Hearing this, Xiao Wen narrowed his eyes slightly and blurted out the identity of that army.
Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei!
Three names appeared in Xiao Wen's mind, and his expression became strange at this moment.
He didn't expect to meet Liu Da'er at this point.
Moreover, as luck would have it, Liu Daer also got into a fight with the Yellow Turban soldiers.
Although Zhou Cang and the others are strong, they are still weak compared to Liu Bei and the others.
As long as the two leaders of the Yellow Turbans are eliminated, how threatening can the remaining Yellow Turban soldiers be?
The thought flashed through his mind, and Xiao Wen immediately had the idea of going to see the fun.
Then Zhao Yun was asked to order his troops, and the group headed towards the place where the two sides were fighting.
Ten miles away, two parties were fighting, one was a Yellow Turban soldier, the other was Liu Jiajun.
But I saw Liu Bei holding a male and female double sword. He was swinging the two swords in his hands endlessly and slashing them down in the air. Every time the sword fell, it could kill several yellow scarf soldiers.
As for Zhang Fei, who was holding a Zhangba snake spear, he was already fighting with the Yellow Turban general Li Damu.
Before he swung the eight-foot-long snake spear in his hand, there was a roaring sound. The spear in his hand thrust forward and struck several times in succession, forcing Li Damu to be hit.
"Hahaha! You are too weak. Grandpa Zhang only used three points of his strength and has already pushed you to this point. If Grandpa Zhang attacks with all his strength, you are not allowed to bleed directly?" Zhang Fei sneered.
Opposite him, when Li Damu heard this, a look of anger suddenly appeared on his face. Without saying a word, he charged forward with a big sword to kill Zhang Fei.
However, although his sword was fast, Zhang Fei was obviously more brave.
The spear in his hand whipped forward, hitting Li Damu directly in the abdomen, sending him flying out and knocking him off his horse.
Then, Zhang Fei rode forward and stabbed the eight-foot-long snake spear directly from the air, piercing Li Damu's chest.
A fatal blow, health value -3999.
A flash of red health flashed from Li Damu's head, and he fell to the ground silently, with no life left at all.
"Haha! How can a mere Yellow Turban rebel be a match for your Grandpa Zhang?" Zhang Fei directly picked up Li Damu's corpse with a spear and laughed endlessly.
When the yellow turban soldiers saw this, their hearts sank and their morale was greatly reduced.
On the other side, Guan Yu slashed out the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand and slashed towards Zhou Cang. He struck several times in a row, directly cutting out several gaps in the sword in Zhou Cang's hand. Even the tiger's mouth was cracked, and blood flowed down the tiger's mouth.
There were several wounds on his body, and blood leached out, dyeing the entire armor blood red.
"This guy is so strong!"
Zhou Cang sighed in his heart, but out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see Zhang Fei stabbing Li Damu to death with a spear. He was shocked and knew that he had no chance of defeating him.