Zou Jing died peacefully. This was the path he chose. It was a well-deserved death, right?
After Zou Jing's death, the soldiers and horses of Zhuo County were demoralized and finally gave up resistance. In the end, more than 1,500 people surrendered, and the rest all died in the battle.
Liu Xiang relied on his sharp soldiers and armor to seize Zou Jing's flaws and always suppressed them to fight. Strategic mistakes cannot be made up for with tactics, and fighting will cannot eliminate the gap in weapons. He will keep this in mind.
Warn yourself and never make the same mistake as Zou Jing.
It is said that an incompetent general will kill the entire army. Is Zou Jing really incompetent? He was just blinded by greed and made a mistake in judgment.
He ordered the Yellow Turban Army in the city to come out to clean the battlefield, leaving a group of Yueqi to supervise, and Xiaoqi entered the city to take over the city defense. Liu Xiang took the rest of the troops and horses, and another 3,000 Yellow Turban Army, marching towards the Zhuojun camp regardless of fatigue.
The Zhuojun camp is ten miles south of the city, on the north bank of the Ji River. Tiqi has found out that there are less than 500 defenders in the camp. Liu Xiang wants to capture the camp as soon as possible and seize the food and fodder for the Zhuojun soldiers and horses. The people in Jixian are waiting
Food saves lives.
The Anping soldiers and horses were severely exhausted, and they walked ten miles for more than half an hour.
The sun was about to set, and there were a few orange-red fire clouds on the horizon. Their luster became increasingly dim. The moon appeared quietly on the horizon like a curved hook. Under the gaze of the sun, there was only an outline.
In the Zhuojun camp, there were only about a hundred defenders, and the rest were all wounded soldiers. Even the civilians who were transporting baggage were dragged by Zou Jing to attack the city.
Liu Bei sat on the couch tiredly. He had just escaped back to the camp. The medical staff were looking at his injuries. One arrow after another was dug out of his flesh. He grinned in pain.
Zhang Fei was lying on the bed next to him, his chest was tightly wrapped in linen, but blood stains could still be seen.
He asked with some sadness: "My lord, can Yun Chang come back?"
Zhang Fei and Guan Yu had known each other for several years and had a very close friendship. He regarded Guan Yu as his brother. Later, they joined Liu Bei together and wanted to join the army. Guan Yu failed to return from the battle, and his life or death was uncertain. He was seriously injured.
It was difficult to rescue him, and he became increasingly depressed and depressed.
Liu Bei did not answer. After the medical workers finished bandaging him and walked out of the tent, he said in a hoarse voice: "We were betrayed by Zou Jing again. Five hundred cavalry came out and the whole army was wiped out. The Anping army had armored cavalry. Yun and I
I'm so entangled that I can't get out."
He seemed like he couldn't bear to think about it anymore, so he closed his eyes and sighed.
Zhang Fei struggled to sit up and consoled him: "I have long been prepared to sacrifice my life on the battlefield. In battles on the battlefield, there will inevitably be casualties. My lord, don't be sad."
Liu Bei was a little absent-minded, and ignored Zhang Fei's comfort, and continued: "I fell from my horse and fainted. When I woke up, the battle was over. Liu Xiang was struggling with Zou Jing's army, and only a few men were left to treat the wounded soldiers. I didn't
I saw Yun Chang's figure and escaped alone, I feel sorry for Yun Chang."
After saying this, I kept sighing and almost swallowed.
Zhang Fei didn't know how to comfort him, so he just muttered to the side: "It's a blessing that my lord can escape from the difficulty. The soldiers are in danger and the battle is dangerous. How can I care about anything else."
Liu Bei sighed for a while, took a few breaths, cheered up again, and said to Zhang Fei: "We can't stay here any longer. We'll leave as soon as possible."
"Go...where?"
"Let's leave first. Yide will wait a moment while I go find a car." After saying that, he ignored his pain and left the tent.
Not long after, he came back with a carriage, rolled up straw mats, and spread quilts on the carriage. When he helped Zhang Fei get on the carriage, the wound burst open and made him tremble in pain. He gritted his teeth and endured it without stopping, and turned back.
I went to find some swords, halberds, a bow and some pots of arrows.
After packing up, he jumped on the carriage and drove away without paying attention to anyone else's inquiries. Due to the power he had accumulated in the past, the defenders in the camp did not dare to stop him.
After leaving the camp gate, crossing the pontoon bridge, and resting on the south bank of the river, he and Zhang Fei were injured. They were in a hurry and the vehicle was bumpy, and they couldn't bear it anymore.
Liu Bei looked back at the military camp on the other side and thought about his experiences in the past few months. He was sometimes impassioned, proud and proud, flustered and short of breath, depressed and fearful. For a moment, his mind was agitated, and he felt like he was reincarnated.
But, where should we go? He was a little confused.
Looking at the Anping Army appearing from a distance, he knew that Zou Jing was in serious danger. Thinking of Liu Xiang, his "same clan", he suddenly strengthened his ambition. This is a world where strength speaks for itself. He has to have his own army in order to avoid it.
Will be driven to death.
He envied Liu Xiang very much, just as he envied Gongsun Bogui when he was studying. They both had things that he did not have.
"I will come back. I will pay for the humiliation of defeat." Liu Bei swore in a low voice, then drove away.
He was going to surrender to Huangfu Song. His teacher Lu Zhi had some friendship with Huangfu Song. Based on this relationship, he should be able to use him. After he achieved military merit, he could form his own army.
Twenty-four-year-old Liu Bei and twenty-year-old Zhang Fei drove south, heading towards the unknown future.
Liu Xiang had already entered the Zhuojun camp at this time. He ignored other chores and went directly to the rear camp to check the grain. Fortunately, it was not destroyed. He went to various grain stores to check, and then pulled out the military account book. It was recorded in it.
, there are more than 9,000 stones of military rations in the camp.
Zou Jing has stored a month's worth of food in the camp. This food is enough to alleviate the bad situation in Jixian County. When the food and grass transported by the rear army arrive, there is no need to worry at all.
Leaving a thousand men and horses to guard the camp, Liu Xiang personally escorted the grain and grass back to Jixian. Three thousand Yellow Turbans, more than a hundred prisoners, and more than 3,000 Anping troops drove more than a thousand baggage vehicles to bring the grain back to Jixian in the middle of the night.
The people in the city were crying for food, and Liu Xiang didn't care about the time, so he ordered fires to be lit and pots to be cooked.
After I issued the order, I remembered that there were not so many pots.
Of course, there was no pot in the Han Dynasty either.
Then gather the people. As long as there is food, cooking utensils will not be a problem.
Tens of thousands of people in the whole city were summoned. Regardless of cauldrons, cauldrons, pottery basins, or pots, anyone who could cook porridge was requisitioned. Orders were given to all Anping Army units to lead their own troops.
A group of common people cooked porridge and had a meal. Those who ate the dead were whipped, those who couldn't eat were given military sticks, and a reward of a hundred coins was arranged.
Afraid of the common people grabbing food and causing trouble? Afraid of crowds gathering and stampeding? Are these problems considered problems in front of the army?
Of course, there will definitely be disputes, conflicts, fights, and thefts during this period. This is unavoidable. A group of hungry people, do you want them to be humble in front of food? Impossible, this is not a moral issue, this is
Survival instinct.
It's still the same truth, all of this is not a problem in the face of a sufficient army.
The more than 5,000 Anping troops were not just decorations. They were divided into those who guarded the prisoners and those who were responsible for guarding. The remaining ones could only manage a hundred or ten people.
Let those corps commanders and commanders experience the detachment rate and the treatment of a station commander in advance, and let the new recruits experience the addiction of corps commanders and commanders.
The army led the crowd, carried strange cooking utensils, and carried food on their backs, and dispersed in various places.
It was the first time for the people of Jixian County to have this kind of experience. Not only did the soldiers not rob them, but they also took them to eat together, stirring spoons in a jar, drinking porridge from a bowl, and listening to them talk about the days after the land was divided in their hometown.
; Listen to them brag about how brave they are and how stupid their enemies are; listen to them count their military exploits; listen to them look forward to the future.