After entering the business, Yan Xiang was led by the Yan family's clerk into a darkroom.
He sat down calmly, recalling the conversation with Wang Zheng just now, and waited patiently.
Soon after, following the sound of slight footsteps, several more men started walking.
But everyone has a fierce look on his face, and you can tell at the first sight that they are brave people.
"I've seen the master register."
Seeing them coming in, Yan Xiang nodded and asked, "You guys have worked hard these days."
"Have you found out everything?"
Those who followed him to Linzi were all sentry riders in the Yangzhou Mujun Army. They were not only brave and capable of fighting, but also good at gathering intelligence and spying on military affairs.
As soon as a group of people entered the city gate, they separated and went their own way.
Naturally, Yan Xiang went to a large and prominent family such as the Yan family, while they disguised themselves as business travelers and mingled with the people of Linzi.
Everything they did was based on what Wang Zheng and his heavenly army had done since the uprising, and their power was both false and true.
"Report to the master." A square-faced man in the lead said eloquently:
"We have been paying close attention these past few days and have gained something."
"From a close distance, I have observed the patrol soldiers at the city gates and in the alleys."
"From a distance, I also took a look at the drills and formations of the bandits' military camps."
At this point, the man's expression became serious:
"Although I dare not say that we have thoroughly investigated it, but even at this rough look, there is indeed something different about this group of yellow turban thieves."
Facing Yan Xiang's gaze, he counted one item after another:
"The equipment and equipment, although not sophisticated, are adequate. They are no longer as crude as other bandits."
"The morale is high, which is expected by the general. After all, not long after we captured Linzi, we won a big victory and gained a lot. It is normal for the troops to be inspired."
"Only because of military discipline..."
He stared at Yan Xiang, opened his mouth, but stopped talking.
"What?" Yan Xiang was startled and asked, "What's so special about military discipline?"
"Strict and orderly, no less than our army." The square-faced soldier thought for a moment and said slowly.
No less impressive...
Yan Xiang glanced at him, saw the other person's expression was strange, and suddenly understood.
I'm afraid it's more than that, right?
His heart sank, but his expression remained calm as he said, "From what you can see, what is the combat strength of the rebel army here?"
"Can fight!"
"How does it compare with Zhang Jiao's branch?" Yan Xiang asked again.
He knew that the other party had served under Huangfu Song and fought many times with the first and strongest Yellow Turban Army, so he asked this question.
"It's similar to the pro-military force of the three Zhang Jiao brothers." The man thought for a moment and made a judgment: "It may be... stronger."
After saying these words, Yan Xiang's eyes finally turned cold and he began to ponder.
Half a moment.
He looked at the other man again: "Where are you?"
"Report to the Master." Another person quickly answered with his hands raised: "The city defense, patrols, military camps, etc. will eventually be crowded with people. Judging from the consumption and transportation of rice and meat, the number of these thieves is about 30,000 or more."
"And the elite soldiers are at least five thousand!"
so much?
This number was even bigger, which was beyond Yan Xiang's surprise. He immediately raised his brows and his expression became grimmer.
Ever since I met Wang Zheng, the fear that had arisen in my heart became more and more serious.
Since these soldiers came to Zi with him, they naturally knew the purpose of their trip. Seeing him like this, they couldn't help but look at each other in confusion.
One of them couldn't help but said:
"Master, if you want these bandits to cause trouble in Cao Cao's rear, why..."
"You want to say why I don't like it." Yan Xiang sighed and took the initiative to explain before the other party finished speaking:
"really."
"If we only look at my lord's intentions, the stronger these yellow scarf thieves are, the more likely they are to succeed."
"After all, this means that they can continuously involve Cao Cao's energy, attention, and troops, forming a flanking attack with Lu Bu."
"Cao Cao lost both Yanzhou and Qingzhou, and his vitality was severely damaged. Naturally, he would ask for help from Yuan Shao. This would affect the whole body."
"only..."
At this point, Yan Xiang sighed: "The yellow turban thieves and bandits have no superiority, no loyalty and no justice, they are just like beasts!"
"I will see that Shuzi today and hear what you said again."
"It makes me worried and even more frightened."
He was a little uninterested and suddenly didn't want to talk any more.
It’s better to go back as soon as possible and face Lord Chen!
Looking at several people, Yan Xiang thought for a moment and said to the square-faced man: "I have agreed to form an alliance with Wang Zheng. You go and instruct the local spies to assemble 20,000 stones of rice, 200 pieces of armor, and 50 pieces of armor within ten days."
Ten good horses are coming to Zi."
Then he looked at the crowd: "Let's leave tonight and return to Yangzhou as soon as possible!"
"Secretary, there is so much luggage." The square-faced man was a little embarrassed: "Ten days will be a bit difficult."
"Transfer those who were originally going to Guan Hai over here first." Yan Xiang frowned, opened his eyes and said, "It happens to be not far away."
"Would this make the other party dissatisfied?" The square-faced man hesitated.
"Dissatisfied?" Yan Xiang snorted coldly, and then changed his face: "We asked him to return to Qingzhou to cause trouble for Cao Cao, but he took it upon himself to besiege Kong Rong in Beihai..."
"You still dare to shout?"
After the order was given, everyone walked out of the dark room and packed their bags, while Yan Xiang started pacing in the backyard of the trading house.
Looking at the sun setting in the west, he felt emotional.
When Wang Zheng chose Cao Cao to attack Xuzhou, Yan Xiang began to pay attention when he saw this information.
Subsequently, a letter of information was delivered from the front, which was another victory.
Zhaoxian, Guangrao, advancing towards Linzi...
By this time, Yan Xiang had already attached great importance to his opponent. Unlike his colleagues and his lord, he still ignored and despised him as an ordinary yellow turban thief.
The age is too young, the status is too low, the incident is too fast, and the process is too smooth...
That's why he came to Laizi in person just to see the other party.
When Yan Xiang set out, he had a premonition that Linzi could not be defended.
But he was unfortunately caught by surprise.
In just a few months, this guy was able to create such a world and have such a large number of elite soldiers and team size...
If it is allowed to develop, instead of taking the opportunity to extinguish it, it will act like a capitalist thief...
Don’t worry about raising tigers!
Thinking of this, he held his hands together and his eyes looked slightly worried...
...
When the dim yellow afterglow enveloped the city.
At the last moment before the city gate closed, Yan Xiang and his group hurriedly left.
Before they set off, Wang Zheng had received the news.
After thinking about it, he still pretended not to know and chose to let it go.
After all, the things haven’t arrived yet.
Wang Zheng is not afraid that the other party will break his promise and get fat.
He had nothing to lose anyway.
At this time, some days had passed since that tragic offensive and defensive battle.
Even during this period, Wang Zheng had ordered people to summon the people to do a lot of cleaning and cleaning work.
But Linzi City...
Especially in the outer city, traces of the past can still be seen everywhere.
Some residual blood stains can still be seen in the corners of the walls and in the gaps on the stone pavement.
Now it has solidified into black and red traces.
As for the city gates that have long been opened, even if they are strictly checked and high taxes are levied, countless people still rush to flee during the few hours they are open every day.
Even after reaching an agreement with the aristocratic family, Wang Zheng had ordered his heavenly army and the refugees not to invade the people of Linzi.
But the people of Linzi cannot believe it and are not at ease.
How can...how dare you live in the same city with the Yellow Turban bandits, living next to each other?
They didn't know that if they persisted for a while, they might not have to abandon their family and career, and they wouldn't continue in their current situation.
As these people left,
The news that Linzi, one of the five capitals in the world, fell into the hands of thieves, and the name Wang Zheng...
It also spread faster and faster throughout Qingzhou and even the entire Han Dynasty.