For Wang Zheng, there were actually only two reasons why he wanted to turn back to Guangrao instead of going straight to Linzi.
The first one is, of course, as Zhao Hong said, Xu He made it clear that he wanted him to take the lead.
Never do what your enemy wants you to do, for one simple reason...
Because the enemy wants you to do this.
Although Xu He can't be called enemies at present, since the two sides are in a competitive situation, how can Wang Zheng comply with the other's wishes?
On the other hand, it is because in Wang Zheng's eyes, Linzi is not the most important at the moment.
The nearly ten thousand people who came with Zhang Rao were even more important.
In Wang Zheng's view, the value of this team to him was actually far greater than that of Linzi.
From the first Yellow Turban Uprising in Zhang Jiao to the previous Yellow Turban Uprising in Qingzhou, Zhang Rao experienced countless battles and numerous fiascos.
Under such circumstances, the group of people who can still stay with him can be said to be the strong ones selected by the cruelest laws of the jungle.
They can endure hunger better than most of their colleagues, can withstand cold better, have more vitality, and are naturally stronger physically.
On the other hand, those who are willing to continue to follow Zhang Rao in such a precarious situation, surrounded by enemies on all sides, have already passed the test of time and hardships in terms of their own mentality, loyalty and belief in the Yellow Turban.
There are so many people like this...
For Wang Zheng, this is the greatest wealth.
He carefully concealed his greed and joy, his expression seemed calm, but he was sizing up this group of people from the first moment they appeared.
It doesn't matter if morale is low, it will be high after you win a few times.
The equipment is rudimentary...a small problem, General Tiangong is not short of money.
Yellowish muscles...it's easy to deal with, just eat a few more meals.
But when Wang Zheng noticed that their expressions were vaguely tired, and when they looked at their fine armors and weapons, their expressions were not envy, but sluggishness...
Wang Zheng suddenly understood.
This army has become war-weary.
Therefore, Wang Zheng decided to take this group of people back to Guangrao County to ease their emotions first.
Linzi, the essence of Qingzhou?
How important is it to make this group of people faster and join more system teams?
If you save the land and lose the people, everyone and the land will be lost; if you save the people and lose the land, everyone and the land will survive.
Of course, the main reason is that in a big and important city like Linzi, even if there are currently only four thousand nobles responsible for city defense, the city walls, moats, and urns... coupled with the sufficient defense equipment and food such as ballistae, thunder stones, and rolling logs...
If we attack by force, it is indeed not something that can be conquered in a short time.
This is different from Zhao County and Guangrao County. No matter how good their own system is, they use flesh and blood to pile it up...Wang Zheng is really not willing to let it go.
In this case, it is better to go back and make adequate preparations.
At the same time, this period of time can also be used to make this group of people truly loyal to him faster, rather than through Zhang Rao.
After all, even if Zhang Rao is already a hero in his team...
But Wang Zheng cannot upgrade his soldiers.
When the army returned to Guangrao County in a mighty manner, most of the people wandering the streets were those who had followed from Zhao County.
When they saw the troops entering the city, they all knelt down and worshiped on the road, with joy on their faces and shouted excitedly:
"General Tian Gong is mighty!"
"Big victory, another victory!"
The people in Guangrao were hiding at home, watching this scene through the cracks in the door, their faces filled with sadness and despair.
Damn it! Let these thieves win again!
...
As soon as he returned to the temporary base area, the first thing Wang Zheng did was to order Xu Fang to go to the granary to adjust grain.
Immediately, countless mule carts began to transport baskets of rice outside the city.
There, Zhang Rao and his troops rested.
Guangrao County is not large in area. If so many people poured in in a short period of time, Wang Zheng was worried about causing unrest, so he arranged a camp for them outside the city.
Not long after, when Wang Zheng took care of some chores, he came to the camp without even seeing Huo.
At this time, in the camp, more than a thousand cauldrons were filled to the brim, with white rice in them.
The thick aroma of rice spread throughout the audience, causing many people to swallow unconsciously.
Zhang Rao came to Qi County despite his fear of Cao Cao. One of the biggest reasons was that he had already experienced a food shortage crisis.
Continuing to stay in Juxian County will lead to death sooner or later.
Therefore, during the few days they went there, although their soldiers had not yet run out of ammunition and food, they were basically hungry and satiated, and they had been hungry for a long time.
If Zhang Rao hadn't sent a message to the entire army, General Tiangong wouldn't be able to open it until the future, and everyone would have been frantically grabbing the cauldron.
When Wang Zheng saw those green eyes, he knew what was going on and waved his hand without any nonsense.
Let’s eat!
Amidst the roaring cheers, countless people joined in and devoured it.
The mule carts continued to transport the food, and the cauldron kept cooking until midnight, when most people were able to rub their bellies with satisfaction.
With nearly ten thousand mouths open to eat, the consumption was naturally huge, but Wang Zheng had no regrets.
Just this free meal has made him see changes.
The eyes of many soldiers looking at him suddenly became gentle and gentle.
The barrier caused by unfamiliarity not long ago seemed to have suddenly disappeared.
Wang Zheng was a little emotional.
In this era, in the eyes of these big-headed soldiers, perhaps the most qualified general is to keep them fed first.
Secondly, it is to lead them to win.
The simplest and most direct way of purchasing has brought significant results.
On this night, Wang Zheng received more than 600 applications to join the team.
While the iron was hot, Wang Zheng came to the camp again the next day. After arranging the patrol of Tianzhu Camp, he summoned everyone in the camp.
This time, in addition to Wu Sheng and others, he was accompanied by Yu Jin and surrendered troops captured from three battles.
Then, just like the previous two times, Wang Zheng made a thought and asked the more than 600 people who had recently joined the system to come out.
At the same time that a sum of experience points disappeared, more than 600 people were promoted to the second level and became the Yellow Turban heroes.
In the eyes of people like Yu Jin who saw it for the first time, this change became the most incredible spectacle.
"this...."
Seeing a group of thin men turn into strong men in an instant, Zhao Hong was so shocked that he couldn't close his jaw. He just turned around to ask Zhang Rao, but saw that he was already kneeling on the ground.
The next moment, thousands of people chanted in unison with great momentum:
"General Tiangong, where destiny belongs."
"Those who believe and follow will inherit God's gift."
"Those who rebel and are enemies will be punished by heaven!"
Yu Jin was also dumbfounded at the same time. He was strong and strong, and his eyesight was even better than Zhao Hong's.
He could clearly see that the changes in body shape actually came from the subtle movements of the muscles in the body.
He became even more astonished.
This time he was completely speechless. After seeing it with his own eyes, he was very sure.
This feeling can't be some kind of deception!
But it made him even more frustrated!
Is this why Wang Zheng was able to train thousands of elite soldiers among the Yellow Turban bandits for no reason?
God-given power?
Yu Jin looked at the young man in surprise and uncertainty, and the other man's expression seemed to him to be more and more unpredictable at this moment.
He raised his head again and looked at the sky with a somewhat erratic look.
Could it be that this son is really blessed by God and destined by destiny?