Gong Xu finally chose to commit suicide, without even listening to what Wang Zheng said about the two paths.
He lay quietly on the ground with a look of relief on his face. Perhaps it was the last two sentences he heard in his life that made him feel that if his actions were ignored and his inner thoughts were ignored, he would be able to respect his superficial words and deeds without any guilt.
is a good person.
Wang Zheng looked at Gong Xu's body with some regret, just glanced at it, and then resolutely looked away.
At this time.
Thousands of people on the field gathered around Wang Zheng. Wu Sheng, a group of several hundred people, was the first to approach and asked excitedly:
"Brother, what shall we do next?"
Before Wang Zheng could answer, a strong man shouted loudly:
"Of course I contacted the nearby Qingzhou Yellow Turbans. When we all gathered together, we had more strength and strength, so we went to take back all our rations!"
Although the "Mounting and Cutting" system has no solution and can make everyone who joins the team loyal to Wang Zheng, it is not omnipotent after all.
It cannot change the character of these people, nor can it restrain their words and deeds.
Military discipline must be strictly enforced in the future.
Wang Zheng glanced helplessly at the man. It was Wu Niu, a fellow from Zhao County who lost to Dianman that day, and one of the second batch of twenty-two people to join his team.
Connecting all the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans? There is strength in numbers?
Of course not!
Looking at most of the people who one moment shouted "Great Master" and then stood aside and watched, Wang Zheng shook his head, feeling helpless in his heart.
I still don’t think well.
Even though he knew that this group of people had already been scared out of his wits, he still took a chance and looked forward to this group of people.
If it weren't for the unexpected Zhang Jiao halo, which allowed his team to expand to nearly 300 people; if it weren't for the system, no matter how timid the person is, he would become brave and unafraid of death. Based on his so-called plan alone, I am afraid that Gong Xu and him
Fifty soldiers were enough to quell the chaos of a thousand people, and to restrain the ninety-nine people present.
He would either go on the run or switch places with Gong Xu.
He is standing and I am lying down.
These Qingzhou Yellow Turbans.
Facing Cao Cao's army, which had defeated them, they were probably not as courageous and reliable as a group of ordinary peasants.
No matter how many people there are, even if they gather 300,000 people again, what will happen?
What's more, the influence of the first battalion to cause chaos is the most suitable for the current situation. Any more will not be a good thing.
At this time, Cao Cao was attacking Xuzhou, firstly to avenge his blood relatives, and secondly to expand his power. Whether the fire in the backyard would affect his strategic plan and army deployment at this moment depends entirely on how big the fire is.
If there is a rebellion of 5,000 people, coupled with the Yellow Turban bandits who are unable to fight, Cao Cao may not take it seriously, and naturally he will still focus on attacking Xuzhou as his main strategy.
Although it was impossible to sit back and watch the rebellion without dealing with it, who the generals who led the troops to quell the rebellion, the number of troops who came, and how elite they were were absolutely incomparable to Wang Zheng.
And if the number of rebels in your own base camp reaches 50,000, 100,000, or more...
Wang Zheng didn't want to make Cao Cao angry and recruit people at the level of Five Sons of Good Generals, or even...Cao Cao himself.
There were many thoughts in his heart, but he couldn't express them clearly. Wang Zheng just waved his hand and rejected Wu Niu's proposal.
At this time, he was looking at the mid-air in front of his field of vision, looking at the transparent box, with a flash of joy in his eyes.
Lines of dark blue text, each word is so pleasing to the eye.
Wang Zheng looked at the four seriously injured soldiers lying on the ground, and deduced from them the experience conversion of different people in the "Riding and Cutting" system.
If you calculate it this way, the numbers are correct, he thought.
This battle with Gong Xu provided 4600 experience points. The previous battle provided 337 points.
Counting those who died in two direct battles, they are the generals around the general. The system calculates 100 experience points for each person; while ordinary soldiers only get 20 experience points.
Gong Xu's suicide will not provide any experience.
After some thought, he directly distributed the experience points, choosing to share them equally between individuals and the team.
In addition to Wu Sheng and other six people who followed him from the beginning, Wang Zheng also selected ten people who had fought against Dianman before. These were the most outstanding warriors from all the villages in Julu County, plus a few who had shown bravery just now.
The quota of twenty-five people has been filled.
These are the first batch of Yellow Turban elite soldiers in my team.
I wonder how big a change in level will be?
Fortunately, there is now a chance to test it!
"The first thing to do next..." Wang Zheng stared at the crowd with anticipation and said with a smile: "Of course it's the Dao of Tribulation!"
Hearing this, Wu Sheng and Wu Niu, the violent elements whose minds were full of fighting and rebellion, were stunned. Most of the other Qingzhou people were shocked and full of expectation.
Tribulation?
Okay, okay, we are good at doing this, and we like to do it even more.
"Do you still remember what the grain transport officer said before?"
Wang Zheng suddenly used all his strength to shout loudly, and the sound was like a loud bell that spread to the entire audience.
Why did it suddenly involve the dead man?
This is Wang Zheng, the "reincarnation of Zhang Jiao", and today's several fights have established enough prestige.
His words came out of nowhere. Although everyone was doubtful at this time, they still obeyed and fell into thinking. After a while, the answers came out one after another.
"You said Zhou Mu wants to attack Xuzhou?"
"Yes, it is said that Zhou Mu's father was killed, and he asked me to join the war and prepare my own rations. I will suffer a thousand blows!"
"The dog officer seems to have said that... he wants us to gather in Puyang County tomorrow?"
"What this fellow said is right!"
When Wang Zheng heard this, he looked at the country man who spoke in a nonchalant manner with approval on his face, and nodded: "It's just for us to gather in Puyang County."
"Since ancient times, when marching and fighting, food and grass have always gone first before the soldiers and horses are moved!"
"Since we are going to gather in Puyang County, besides us, what else is there?"
He looked around and asked again.
"Food!" Wu Sheng's eyes lit up and he was the first to think of the answer.
"Materials!" Xu Fang, another young man in the original team, was also shocked and another word popped out of his mouth at the same time.
Snapped!
Wang Zheng snapped his fingers. "That's exactly it."
"The war is imminent. In addition to the mobilization of men and horses, there is also the mobilization of supplies such as grain, weapons, and ordnance."
Wang Zheng looked at the people in Qingzhou, his voice was like the whisper of a devil, full of endless temptation:
"These things, the food is what we have grown with hard work, and the weapons are what Cao Cao should have given us!"
"Let's talk about it, should we take it back?"
Everyone nodded involuntarily, many with fiery eyes and greedy faces.
"Then there are only two questions now."
With a confident smile on his face, Wang Zhengcheng spread his hands to everyone and slowly raised two fingers.
"How many roads are there from various places in Qingzhou to Puyang County?"
"What other roads have to pass through our Zhao County?"
...
At night, a logistics team was rushing on the mountain road under the moonlight.
Xia Houmao (máo) slashed the shrubs and weeds on both sides of the mountain road with all his strength, and the sound of chopping seemed to be the cry of the vegetation and creatures.
Didn't they block this human's way?
Xia Houmao didn't care, he only knew that this way he could vent his anger and unwillingness.
My fellow tribesmen are all going to the field to make contributions, why can I only be responsible for this small matter of material transportation?
Xia Houmao was filled with hatred and anger, but could not vent his anger.
Because it was his father who wrote a letter of advice to his cousin, Cao Cao, who is now the governor of the state.
"You have neither courage nor strategy, and are cowardly in nature. I don't want you to lose your life in a fight and dishonor the reputation of the Xiahou family."
I remember when I rushed home to question my father after learning the news, my father answered the question with an indifferent look on his face.
Xia Houmao became even more angry!
There was a bit of shame in this anger.
A son knows better than his father. He looks at his own heart and knows that his father's evaluation of him is true.
This is generally true for incompetent people in ancient and modern times. Their anger often does not originate from others, but from themselves.
Xia Houmao, who kept his head lowered and red eyes only focused on waving weapons to vent his anger, did not notice that he had unknowingly committed a taboo among military strategists.
As a general, the distance between him and his team is constantly increasing. If an accident occurs, the team will have no backbone and will completely lose its ability to adapt, let alone organize an effective counterattack quickly.
Xia Houmao didn't even realize that the forests on both sides, where the sounds of animals and birds were supposed to be heard at intervals, fell into a strange silence for a long time.
When Xia Houmao took a few deep breaths and finally looked up, he finally found that the team was far behind him. He didn't think about his own fault, and his first reaction was to angrily scold the soldiers. Suddenly, countless torches lit up on both sides of the mountain walls.
.
next moment.
Stones, wooden arrows hit him head-on, like a downpour.
"Why is there an enemy attack!"
"Where on earth did Ping Duo thieves come from?"
Xia Houmao was dumbfounded and confused at the sound of fighting that filled the air in the rear area of his family.