From the first moment he stepped through the gate of Zhao County, Wang Zheng's eyes had already moved beyond this place and looked into the distance.
From that moment on, his mind kept spinning, thinking about only two things.
How to face the coming Cao army; and how to expand the results and maximize the benefits of capturing Zhao County.
Because of the former, he deliberately allowed the powerful people in the county to gather at the county government office, and took the initiative to increase the difficulty of attacking on his side, in order to create stubborn resistance on the other side, so that he could kill them directly and prevent the fire in the backyard that was very likely to occur in the future.
As for the latter, Wang Zheng thought about it for a long time.
Finally, when he arrived at the county government office, he made a decision: he wanted the current Heavenly Army to get something here.
It's not armor or a sword, but it's what an army needs most.
It is confidence.
That was something that the Yellow Turban Army had completely broken up in repeated setbacks, and it was also what the Qingzhou people and the Heavenly Army lacked the most today.
An army without self-confidence will never be strong.
But gaining confidence comes at a price.
Therefore, whether it was the previous robbery or the subsequent siege, Wang Zheng always thought of using some off-board moves to allow the Heavenly Army to launch an attack with the advantage as much as possible, in order to reduce possible casualties.
After all, he really couldn't bear too much loss now, and he didn't dare to pay too much to let the Heavenly Army regain its confidence.
The county government is a good whetstone.
Three hundred people and a better-than-nothing geographical advantage were unable to inflict serious casualties on the Tianzhu Battalion, which was composed entirely of second-tier soldiers. However, in front of everyone, an unprecedented victory with less and more could improve morale and strengthen the entire army.
military confidence.
Wang Zheng wanted them to know.
The officers and soldiers who defeated the Yellow Turban Army were able to defeat more with less.
Under his leadership, the Heavenly Army can do the same! Even better!
For this reason, Wang Zheng would not hesitate even if it means compromising the most elite second-level combat force. After all, he has the system in hand and it is relatively easy to cultivate elites.
Of course, it would also be good to have less energy loss.
Thinking of this, Wang Zhengming looked at the transparent system box.
Wang Zheng: General
Level:11
HP:110/110
Experience value: 2671
Experience required to upgrade: 2595
Strength:「20」
Min:「15」
Wisdom:「5」
Charm:「25」
Skills: Iron Bone "3" Running "4" Recovery "1" Persuasion "4"
In addition to the previous breach of two forts and the opening of the Zhaoxian city gate this time, the experience gained from several killings during this period is enough to level up again.
As his thoughts flashed, a series of light blue prompts appeared in front of his eyes.
"Personal level increased to level 12"
"Personal health increased to 120"
"Unallocated attribute points: 5"
"Unallocated talent points: 1"
"Currently upgradeable arms: None"
"Upgradeable quota: None"
This time, Wang Zheng chose agility for attribute points, and for talent points, he chose to develop a new talent.
Talent itself is actually more expensive than finesse, but Wang Zheng is helpless.
With the emergence of "Heaven's Army's Protest against Han", he knew that the subsequent attacks he would face would be extremely frequent. Although this would bring his experience value into a period of rapid growth, it would also cause heavy losses to his already small army.
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At the same time, when the battle damage reaches a certain level, although the system can strongly suppress people's survival instinct, it also has a value of its own to measure whether the team should continue to fight.
That's morale.
Just like Wang Zheng is aware of the role of all talents in reality without any explanatory text, even though morale has not yet appeared on the screen as a numerical value, Wang Zheng still vaguely feels that it exists in reality as well as in the game, and is just as important.
In view of this, Wang Zheng could only light up a new talent:
"To rule".
Command, in the horse-and-blade game, its function is to increase morale and reduce the team's wages.
In the real environment of the late Eastern Han Dynasty, it still had the effect of enhancing morale, but due to the ineffectiveness of wages, it had another effect.
Literally, it becomes unified defense: that is, based on the level of talent, all soldiers receive a certain percentage of the player's own defense enhancement.
This is how the Western Fantasy game system works, completely misinterpreting the original meaning of the word domination.
Wang Zheng had a comment floating in his mind, but he secretly exclaimed how delicious it was.
At this point, the time for a stick of incense has come.
On the field, Wu Sheng and the Tianzhu camp were ready to go.
On the opposite side, all the high bow strings began to tighten.
There was silence.
Regardless of the enemy or our side, everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Zheng.
He nodded and then waved his hand.
"Kill!" Wu Sheng immediately roared and stepped forward.
"Kill!" Half of the yellow turban warriors held their wooden shields high in front, while the other half followed behind carrying giant trees.
The county king, Cui Xiun, raised his sword on the high platform and shouted:
"Shoot these traitors to death!"
Immediately, a cloud of arrowheads poured down like a dense spring rain, covering the entire Tianzhu camp that was sprinting.
The next moment, Cui Xun's expression changed.
The bandits raised their shields to the sky, and the arrow rain itself had a greater deterrent effect than the actual damage, and he knew this.
But even if he held his wooden shield high, the rain of arrows that filled the sky was frightening enough, and Cui Xiun couldn't remain calm despite being in such a different place.
But the scene that appeared in his eyes was that the more than a hundred thieves only occasionally dodge, but no one took a step back.
Even if there was blood splattering in the middle, or even if their companions fell to the ground, there was still no fear or panic on the faces of everyone in the team.
All these bandits are so brave that they are not afraid of death?
In Cui Xun's bewildered eyes, after several waves, seven or eight people in Tianzhu Camp were lying down forever, and the arrow rain finally became sparse.
Wu Sheng and others were already approaching during the sprint.
Finally, they rushed to the gate.
"boom!"
There was a dull knock on the door.
The door was crumbling, and although everyone inside was mentally prepared, they couldn't help but panic.
Even though the door was already being held up by a pile of objects weighing a thousand kilograms, these people still ran up in panic, thinking of helping to hold it up, completely forgetting their own work.
"Don't panic, quickly form a formation to meet the enemy." Upon seeing this, Cui Xun shouted anxiously.
The strength of a thousand kilograms seemed to be unable to withstand the heavy blows of hundreds of young men outside. It was knocked constantly and creaked, and sand and gravel dust fell rustlingly. It only lasted for a while. With Wu Sheng's full kick, the third-level soldier
The full blow was the last straw.
There was a loud bang, and the door was completely smashed. Countless swords instantly split open the objects blocking the road, completely opening the inside of the county government office.
Amid cheers that shook the world, the Tianzhu camp charged in.
In close combat, a crushing battle began.
A series of weapons clashed, interspersed with countless screams.
After a while, the county government office completely calmed down.
When Wu Sheng reappeared, his body was covered in blood and his face was full of joy.
"Reporting to the general, Wu Sheng is fortunate to have lived up to his command."