Yang Feng is right, Zhang Xiu is not Li Shi, so although the cavalry he leads is not as elite as the Flying Bear Army, its combat effectiveness is even better.
A thousand armies are easy to get, but a general is hard to find.
The impact of the cavalry general on the combat effectiveness of the cavalry is no less than that of the infantry general, or even more.
But Liu Xie didn't think Zhang Xiu was invincible.
Especially seeing Yang Feng's fear of Zhang Xiu, it was even more necessary for him to break the inertia of thinking that the cavalry was invincible.
The White Wave Army, and even most of the Yellow Turban Army, had a natural fear of cavalry because of the small number of cavalry and unfamiliarity with cavalry tactics.
Liu Xie had already realized this when discussing tactics before.
Including Yang Feng, he still had some confidence in defending the formation, but he did not dare to think about taking the initiative and fighting Li Jue in the field.
After Yang Feng left, Liu Xie called Wang Yue and others to discuss how to ambush Zhang Xiu. At least a few prisoners should be captured to kill Zhang Xiu's spirit and let him not treat this place as his own yard. He could come and leave whenever he wanted.
Just leave.
People with high skills are bold, and Wang Yue and others are obviously much more courageous than Yang Feng and his men.
After listening to Liu Xie's request, Wang Yue accepted the order and went out of the tent with two Huben ministers.
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Zhang Xiu got off his horse, stuck his spear on the ground, walked to the grass beside him, lifted up his armor skirt, and peed.
The lights of Yang Feng's camp flickered in the distance, and the figures of the soldiers watching on the camp tower were vaguely visible.
"General, are you still going to attack the camp today?" General Zhang Wei came over and handed over a pot of wine and a piece of dried meat.
"Go." Zhang Xiu took the wine and meat, took a big gulp of wine, then bit off a piece of meat and chewed it hard. "Li Jue doesn't dare to attack, so I will help him beat the drum. If you ask me in the future, I will have something to say."
Zhang Wei curled his lips. "General, is Li Jue scared? It's been three days and there hasn't been a single battle."
"It's hard to say. Maybe they are afraid, or maybe they want to wait until the court runs out of food and collapse without a fight."
"That's true." Zhang Wei spat. "It's really embarrassing for the imperial court to mess up like this. General, you are right not to become the Lieutenant General of the Imperial Forest. What is the future of such an imperial court? Sooner or later it will perish.
"
Zhang Xiu took a sip of wine and didn't answer.
Zhang Wei's idea is what many people think, and he generally thinks the same. It's just that he has a slightly different view on the future of the imperial court.
The Han Dynasty had a solid foundation for four hundred years and could not be destroyed simply by dying.
With the strong connections of the fourth and third sons of the Yuan family, they did not dare to ignore the imperial court and proclaim themselves king, but they also had to come up with various excuses to cover up. What qualifications did the people of Liangzhou have to despise the imperial court?
If everyone in the imperial court was really replaceable, why would Li Jue and Guo Si bother to pursue him? Why would his uncle Zhang Ji want to move the imperial court to Hongnong and take it into his own hands?
In the final analysis, I still hope to use the name of the court.
This in itself shows that the imperial court still has value and is not worthless.
Of course, it is impossible for him to surrender to the imperial court and become a general in the feather forest.
If you want to do it, be a hussar general, like Huo Qubing.
My uncle is a general.
"Have a rest for a while." Zhang Xiu waved his hand, indicating to his subordinates to find a place to rest.
Yang Feng mainly used infantry with very few cavalry. He only dared to guard the camp tightly and did not dare to go out to fight. This was his pasture where he could roam freely without worrying about the enemy. The only person who could threaten him was Duan Xuan, but Duan Xuan
I will not be an enemy of my uncle Zhang Ji at this time.
Everyone understands it tacitly.
The knights dispersed, divided into units of a hundred, and each found a place to rest. They had been in the army for many years, and they cooperated tacitly. Without Zhang Xiu's orders, some of them were on guard outside, while others found places to take a nap.
When cavalry are cruising on the battlefield, it is impossible to really close their eyes and sleep. They eat when they are hungry and take a nap when they are sleepy. If they are good at riding, they can even sleep on horseback.
These are habits developed through years of living on horseback and cannot be trained in a short period of time.
Real cavalry will always be a specialty of Youbingliang. People in the Central Plains cannot buy or learn them even if they have money.
Zhang Xiu leaned against a big tree, clasping his hands behind his head, looking at the night sky in trance.
He kept thinking of Huangfu Li these two days.
He was a few years younger than Huangfu Li. He had always admired Huangfu Li and even worshiped him a little.
Being from a good family background, being educated, and being an official at a young age were all things he could only hope for.
Huangfu Li rushed to Hongnong and tried his best to persuade his uncle Zhang Ji to surrender to the court and praised the emperor as the master of ZTE. Although he failed in the end, it had a great influence on Zhang Xiu.
Based on Huangfu Li's knowledge, was he supporting the imperial court so vigorously just because of his integrity?
In the past two days, Zhang Xiu traveled around, went to Shisun Rui's camp, saw the emperor's great banner, and also went to Yang Feng's camp. He vaguely saw the official Lang Guan beside the emperor, but the emperor himself he had always thought about was not there.
see.
He knew that the Emperor was within a few miles, but he could not accurately determine the Emperor's location.
Is the Emperor really a dragon? He may fly above the Nine Heavens or hide under the Nine Earths.
Just when Zhang Xiu was lost in thought, there was a sudden noise in the distance, and someone was shouting, as if something had happened.
Zhang Xiu was a little unhappy, but didn't take it seriously.
Perhaps the scouts sent by Yang Feng arrived nearby and were discovered by the vigilant knights, and a small-scale battle broke out.
He didn't need to worry about such a small matter, a hundred people would be enough to handle it.
After a while, the noise disappeared and calm returned.
Rapid footsteps sounded, and a hundred-man general ran over, panting and shouting: "General, general."
"What happened?" Zhang Xiu said angrily. "Caught?"
The hundred-man general was stunned for a moment, then shook his head repeatedly, and a drop of liquid, whether it was sweat or saliva, fell on Zhang Xiu's face.
Zhang Xiu was even more unhappy and jumped up.
"If you fart, let it go."
"Our group of rangers encountered an attack and lost three people."
Zhang Xiu was stunned. "How many people are there on the other side?"
"It seems like two...two."
Zhang Xiu's eyebrows suddenly rose. A group of rangers usually consisted of ten people, but they were attacked by two people from the other side. Not only did they fail to catch the other side, they actually lost three people.
Such a thing is unheard of.
"What kind of master?" Zhang Xiu was inexplicably excited.
"I don't know. Judging from the knives they used, it seems like...Hu Benlang."
Zhang Xiu held his chest with one hand and touched his chin with the other. He pondered for a moment and waved his hand. "Strengthen the vigilance and double the number of rangers."
"Here." The hundred people were relieved and hurried away.
Zhang Xiu took a few steps back and forth, feeling a little excited.
If it is really Tiger Ben, it means that the Emperor is nearby, probably in Yang Feng's camp.
"Tell me, if we attack the camp tonight, is it possible to capture the emperor alive?" Zhang Xiu said to his general Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei looked directly at Zhang Xiu, his lips moved, his hand pressed on the handle of the knife, motionless.
In an instant, Zhang Xiu's whole body felt tense, and a chill rose from his tail and went straight to the back of his head.
Zhang Xiu shouted loudly, suddenly pulled out the spear stuck in the soil, turned around and stabbed.
He stabbed the hole in the air, but there was no one in front of him.
The flag-bearer, who was holding the flagpole and leaning against the tree, fell to the ground, blood gurgling from his throat, but the battle flag on the flagpole disappeared.