When the young scribe was about to give some advice, there was suddenly the sound of hurried footsteps coming from outside the tent.
He directly interrupted his continuation.
Soon, a soldier walked in directly, his face covered with dust.
As soon as Zhang Rao saw the visitor, his expression suddenly changed and he went straight to the point:
"But have you found out the purpose of that Cao army?"
This soldier was the sentinel he sent to track Cao's army earlier.
The strong wind knows the strong grass.
Zhang Rao today can be said to have hit rock bottom.
At this time, those who can follow you without abandoning will naturally be true confidants.
Not only was there no problem with his loyalty, he also did his best to do whatever he asked him to do, no matter how big or small.
The sentry also knew that his commander Qu was very concerned about this matter, so once he found out the situation, he quickly returned to the Juxian camp, hoping to report the news to Zhang Rao as soon as possible.
"Report to Qu Shuai." The sentry quickly replied before he had time to salute: "The villain and a few brothers followed him all the way to find out more about it."
"That Cao army was dispatched by Cao Cao from Xuzhou to Qingzhou to put down the rebellion."
"Put down the chaos?" Zhang Rao was stunned when he heard this, and he was a little confused: "Where is the chaos?"
"Qi County Zhao County."
"Zhao County?" Zhang Rao recalled the approximate location in his mind. Well, it's not too far from here.
No wonder Cao Jun passed by here.
While thinking about it, he asked: "Who is causing trouble?"
"A young man named Wang Zheng was originally a commander in the Qingzhou military camp. Not long ago, he claimed to be the reincarnation of Zhang Jiao, gathered a crowd to rebel, and later killed officials and robbed the country."
"presumptuous!"
Hearing this, Zhang Rao straightened up suddenly and shouted angrily: "Shu Zi really deserves to be killed!"
During the first Yellow Turban Uprising, it was because of Zhang Rao that Qingzhou became the first major state to respond to Zhang Rao.
Even if they knew that this kind of bluffing and deception was a common tactic used by peasant rebels.
But out of respect for the great virtuous teacher, Zhang Rao suddenly became furious.
"Qu Shuai calm down."
Seeing this, the young scribe quickly offered words of comfort: "Let the sentry finish his words first."
After saying that, he turned to look at the sentry: "How many people have gathered here at Wangzheng?"
"About ten thousand people. The villain is afraid of being discovered by Cao Jun, so he doesn't dare to get too close." The sentry thought for a while and said with some uncertainty: "But a county town should not exceed this number by much."
Hearing this, the young man immediately looked disappointed, while Zhang Rao snorted coldly.
"It's so cheap. It's so easy to die."
In their opinion, with this small number of people, it was impossible to stop Cao's army.
What they saw that day was the tribe led by Yu Jinniu Gai, and the two of them roughly estimated that there were more than four to five thousand people.
The troops are well-equipped, the troops are well-organized, and the army is absolutely strong.
At that time, Zhang Rao was horrified when he saw it from a distance.
He thought again of the disastrous defeat not long ago.
The scene of 300,000 Yellow Turbans being crushed by 20,000 Cao Cao's troops seems to be vivid in my mind.
We are all Yellow Turban bandits, and their families know their own affairs. With such a force, let alone 10,000 Yellow Turbans, even 50,000 Yellow Turbans may not be able to match them.
Feeling that the outcome was known, Zhuzi was defeated and died. Zhang Rao's anger dissipated a lot, and he felt that his enthusiasm was waning.
He didn't bother to ask any more about the battle situation, it was just some familiar scenes.
My family has experienced it many times, so why would I be interested in hearing about it?
He waved his hand casually to the sentry: "You have worked hard on your journey, please take a good rest first. I will reward you in the future."
The sentry was stunned when he heard this, opened his mouth, and hesitated to speak.
Seeing that Zhang Rao had closed his eyes and fell asleep, the sentry hesitated for a moment, then cupped his hands and turned around to walk out of the tent.
The young man originally had the same view as Zhang Rao, feeling that the young man named Wang Zheng and his troops had probably been completely wiped out by the army.
I just saw the difference in the sentry's expression, and suddenly my heart moved.
The other party had traveled long distances day and night, and now he looked tired, but his mood was still vaguely upbeat.
Anyway, I just want to ask a question.
"Wait a minute." The young man took the initiative to speak, walked forward and asked warmly:
"How is the result?"
Before the sentry opened his mouth, Zhang Rao said in surprise: "Zhao Hong, what's there to ask?"
"The Yellow Turbans must either flee or surrender. What else will happen?"
Hearing this, the sentry finally couldn't bear it anymore and said directly: "Commander Qu, the Qingzhou brothers in Zhao County have neither fled nor surrendered."
"They wiped out all the officers and soldiers!"
As soon as this statement came out, it was shocking.
"What did you say?"
"Is this happening?"
Zhang Rao and Zhao Hong spoke almost at the same time, and then their eyes met.
Both of them saw the disbelief on each other's faces.
And the sentry, after saying this, was already in high spirits.
Following them all the way, although they were far away, he and several colleagues could still see roughly clearly.
From Niu Gai to Yu Ban.
They had a panoramic view of the process of Wang Zheng's elimination of Cao's army from beginning to end.
As both natives of Qingzhou and members of the Yellow Turbans, their moods were ups and downs from beginning to end.
From being unwilling to bear it to being unexpectedly surprised.
When Yu Jin broke through the city gate, they were so heartbroken and desperate...
When Xu Fang led his troops to attack, how excited they were with Yourong Yan!
As soon as the chat box is opened, there is nothing to say or feel unhappy about.
After the sentry told everything he had seen and heard along the way, Zhang Rao was stunned for a long time and remained silent for a long time.
He was a little unable to accept it, and even more doubtful about life.
Ten thousand Yellow Turban soldiers defeated four to five thousand regular troops?
And wiped them all out?
Zhao Hong, who was on the side, had a happy face. He first waved away the sentry who was getting more and more excited as he talked, then turned to look at Zhang Rao. Suddenly he leaned to the ground and shouted excitedly:
"Qu Shuai, I'm so happy."
"Huh?" Zhang Rao had just woken up from his sluggish state. Hearing this, he became confused again: "Zhao Hong, where did you say this?"
"It was when Qu Shuai's dragon was swimming in the shallow water that Wang Zheng's son descended from heaven to assist Qu Shuai in his great achievements."
"Zhao Hong, you are confused." When Zhang Rao heard this, he felt dumbfounded and shook his head:
"That guy dares to claim that Zhang Jiao is the reincarnation. How can he be subordinate to others and help me?"
"Otherwise." Zhao Hong looked confident and seemed confident:
"Shuai Qu, please don't forget that you are the supreme leader of our Qingzhou Yellow Turban."
"Then Wang Zheng used the name of General Tiangong to gather my nearly ten thousand Qingzhou warriors to rebel."
"Such lies can only deceive you for a while. How can they deceive you for the rest of your life?"
"If he is knowledgeable and willing to be loyal to Commander Qu, with his Commander's prestige in our Qingzhou, you can go and support him, help fulfill this lie, and give him a false title. We only want powerful soldiers and horses."
"If not, we can also expose this man's lies. Without the reputation of General Tiangong, this group of people who can defeat the government army, won't Commander Qu surrender with just a wave of his hand?"
"Well, that makes sense." Zhang Rao nodded repeatedly, feeling that Zhao Hong's words were reasonable.
Just thinking about setting foot in Qingzhou and thinking about Cao Cao still makes me feel uneasy and hesitant.