In the era of cold weapons, the advantage of a party that occupies a favorable geographical location is far beyond the imagination of modern people like Wang Zheng.
This is because the ancient army itself was very lacking in equipment, physical strength, and military discipline.
Even putting aside the age gap in equipment, they are far inferior to modern armies.
Especially in this special era of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
This is an era when soldiers have the lowest sense of existence, because in terms of the average combat power of ordinary soldiers, they are neither inferior to the previous Western Han Dynasty, nor inferior to the older Qin Dynasty, or even inferior to the latecomers of the Three Kingdoms period.
Whether it was the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period, the First Emperor of Qin, or the later Western Han Dynasty with the surname Liu, after most wars were launched in these periods, the main soldiers who participated in the war came from the conscription system.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China in the Eastern Han Dynasty, the conscription system was changed to a recruitment system. Regardless of the central government or the various prefectures and counties, the number of real standing armies was not large. Whenever there was a war, more soldiers were recruited temporarily.
The targets of this military recruitment system are farmers, businessmen and ethnic minorities.
Compared with the conscription system, the conscription system has too many flaws, which directly affects the two-way combat effectiveness of individual soldiers and groups. Compared with the Qin and Han Dynasties, it is really inferior.
The Eastern Han Dynasty eventually reaped the consequences.
The recruitment system was one of the direct reasons for the warlord separatism in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.
When the warlords themselves can establish private armed forces through their own tribes of soldiers, and the combat power of the private armed forces is not only not inferior to the so-called imperial officers and soldiers, but even better. As time goes by, the warlords become more and more powerful, and they are almost afraid of the imperial court's orthodoxy.
From time to time, ambitions for self-reliance and even rebellion grew crazily.
On the other hand, the emergence of the recruitment system led to the decline of individual soldiers' combat effectiveness, which indirectly became the pillar of the Three Kingdoms' glorious stage.
There are fierce generals like clouds and counselors like rain. This is the most shining era in the long history of thousands of years of the Celestial Empire.
The right time and place, in this special era, have a far greater impact on the outcome of a battle than will later generations.
Wang Zheng expected victory, but the easy victory far exceeded his expectations.
This is still Cao Cao's army...
Wei Wu, who paid special attention to military discipline and training...
How could he not send elite troops to escort him if he attached great importance to food and grass logistics?
Looking at the blue text that appeared on the face frame, Wang Zheng confirmed his judgment. With more than 11,300 experience points, excluding the captured wounded, this time the enemy soldiers each provided around 80 experience points.
Although they are not as good as Gong Xu's personal soldiers and generals, they are far better than ordinary nobles. They are absolutely elite troops.
Two hundred elite soldiers...we are waiting for you.
The result...that's it?
An army that once defeated 300,000 Yellow Turbans with 10,000 men now has 300 men versus 5,000. The disparity in numbers has been narrowing, but it is just a matter of occupying the right location to ambush and take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness to launch a surprise attack. This is such a complete reversal.
Is it one-sided?
Thinking of the founding soldiers of the Chinese Empire in later generations, they also had inferior equipment and insufficient logistics, but they created the incredible myth that one country was against seventeen countries. They were later praised by the commander-in-chief of NATO as the strongest soldiers on earth that he had never seen before, far superior to the Soviet Union, Germany, the United States, and Japan.
Wang Zheng felt a little emotional and had a vague understanding.
Perhaps it is the combat power of such weak soldiers that has created the myth of those fierce generals who are "enemies of ten thousand people".
Perhaps it was these troops with no discipline, faith and unyielding spirit that made those counselors really believe it:
As long as the feather fan is slightly shaken and the tips are hidden, the oars and oars can be wiped out in smoke while talking and laughing.
Because the power of ordinary people is too insignificant in their eyes.
Wang Zheng did not participate in this victory. To be precise, he did not take the lead.
First, he couldn't fight in front every time, and second, he wanted to observe the "Yellow Turban Warriors"'s combat prowess up close.
The second-level arms are indeed extraordinary.
In terms of performance alone, Wang Zheng has concluded that with the same equipment, one "Yellow Turban Strong Man" can be enough to defeat two of Gong Xu's soldiers.
They should have discovered it too, right?
A body's strength, speed, and even five senses have all changed in a short period of time. How could the owner of the body not notice it?
Especially in a place like the battlefield, when fighting with people, these abnormal changes can be discovered immediately.
Looking at Wu Sheng and others walking towards him with excited expressions, Wang Zheng smiled and was about to speak. He was quite surprised when he saw one of the figures, and then his smile gained some inexplicable meaning.
That person was none other than Xia Houmao.
At this time, he was escorted by a group of people with his hands tied behind his back. His body was covered in blood and his face was gray. He still had not a trace of the pride and self-respect he had before. His face seemed to be trying to be calm, but he could not hide the panic and cowering in his eyes.
"It's really rare to meet each other on the left side of the road in the barren mountains and wild ridges."
Wang Zheng looked at the other party playfully and said with a smile: "Captain Xiahou, are you okay?"
"It's you!"
Xia Houmao naturally remembered Wang Zheng and suddenly showed a surprised expression.
He had always been puzzled. All the bandits and bandits in his base camp had been wiped out long ago, so how could so many bandits suddenly appear?
I had long thought that people like Wu Sheng and Xu Fang looked familiar, but I didn't recognize them for a while. When I saw Wang Zheng, I suddenly realized.
"It turns out it's you yellow turban bandits!"
After knowing the identity of the thief, he suddenly regained his confidence as a superior, his face showed contrived self-confidence again, and he sneered repeatedly:
"Surrender and then rebel again, capricious, they are indeed a bunch of villains!"
It was a quiet night and the mountains were quiet, and these words spread all around in an instant.
The people who were busy searching for loot in the distance stopped for a moment, then resumed their previous actions when they saw Wang Zheng.
In a short period of time, they seemed to have become accustomed to obeying Wang Zheng in everything they did. As for what Wang Zheng asked them to do, they would naturally give orders.
Wu Sheng and others who were guarding Wang Zheng could not hold back. They all looked at Wang Zheng with anger on their faces. They only waited for an order and immediately sent Xiahou Mao to death.
"Not in a hurry."
Wang Zheng's expression remained calm, and he didn't seem to be angry at all. He just looked at Xia Houmao calmly:
"Captain Xiahou, is your father Xiahou Dun or Xiahou Yuan?"
"You, a country boy, actually know my father's name?"
Hearing this, Xia Houmao, who had just been frightened by everyone's behavior, was startled, but also happy, and he was immediately sure that his life was safe this time.
What he fears most at the moment is that these yellow scarf thieves are ignorant and stupid. They don't know his background or his identity and just act recklessly. Then he may really be buried in this barren mountain. That would be a very unjust death.
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Wang Zheng is the leader and knows this. Although it is not clear how the other party knows it, for Xia Houmao, it is rare good news in the current unfavorable situation.
"My father is Xia Houyuanrang, the governor of Dongjun!"
His life was at stake, and as if he was afraid that his father alone would not be enough, Xia Houmao added: "My uncle is Mr. Zhou Mu!"
These two names seemed to carry some inexplicable power, which made Xia Houmao feel courageous again and shouted loudly:
"If you know this, quickly abandon your weapons, surrender, and come with me to plead guilty to my uncle, you can avoid the death penalty."
He was half a reminder and half a warning: "It's still too late to regret it now!"
Xiahou Dun's name seemed not to be a deterrent enough. Wu Sheng and others' expressions did not change when they heard it. However, Cao Cao's name caused a commotion. After all, he was the final winner last time. The defeat for the people of Qingzhou was also the most painful and left a deep impression.
Seeing this scene, Xiahou Mao's heart, which was still in the air, relaxed again.
Just looking at Wang Zhengshi, I felt a little uneasy.
The other party's expression was calm, as if he had no wavering about the fact that he was Cao Cao's nephew.
Wang Zheng actually didn't care what Xia Houmao was thinking, just like him.
Just an incompetent person.
On the other hand, Wang Zheng was indeed a little curious about the other party's background.
After all, the first time in my life that I dreamed of being a "counselor" was shattered because of Xiahou Mao, but the key was because of the surname Xiahou, not the other person.
Now that the doubts were resolved, I became more and more disdainful to take another look at the disgusting face in front of me.
Wang Zheng felt murderous intent in his heart, but the smile on his face became brighter and he suddenly asked.
"You are walking without a horse. Do you have the whip you used last time with you now?"
Without waiting for Xia Houmao's answer, he walked over directly, glanced at the other party's waist, clapped his hands and said with a smile:
"God fulfills people's wishes, it is here."
Snapped!
Wang Zheng took out his riding whip. He didn't know how to whip it, so he just flicked his wrist and swung it casually in mid-air.
Under the moonlight, a snake-shaped horse suddenly sprang up.
"What are you going to do?"
Xia Houmao felt vaguely that something was wrong, but he couldn't believe it.
No, this guy clearly knows my background and identity. How could he cause trouble and attract powerful enemies?
"That's right." Wang Zheng suddenly remembered something and asked curiously: "Does Xiahou Dun have one eye now or two?"
As soon as these words came out, Xiahou Mao's eyes suddenly split open.
This kid asked such questions even though he knew his father's name. He was clearly intending to curse!
"Little thief, how dare you curse my father..."
A sudden whip struck Xia Houmao on the head from top to bottom.
Following a strange and strange sound that penetrated people, countless fine blood threads slowly seeped out from Xia Houmao's seven orifices.
The power contained in this whip is far greater than the whip Xia Houmao used that day.
He never had a chance to utter the next word.
"Looks like you're not blind yet."
Facing the corpse lying limply on the ground, Wang Zheng added with some regret, threw the riding crop on the corpse without mercy, and suddenly slapped his head.
"After asking for a long time, I still don't know what this person's name is."