Looking at Guan Hai who looked depressed, Zhang Rao frowned.
Ever since he was captured and released, this fierce general who once made a name for himself in Qingzhou and had a reputation that could make children cry at night, has turned into this half-dead look, which makes people uneasy just by looking at him.
But Zhang Rao couldn't use him because there was no one else available for him.
The Han Dynasty did not restrain martial arts, and martial arts among the people was extremely strong, especially in places like Shandong, where the folk customs have been fierce since ancient times. It couldn't be easier to form an army; war horses, bows and arrows, spears, even powerful weapons such as crossbows
, as long as you have money, you can get it.
Just recruit some people and you can form an army.
However, the prerequisite is that you have money.
The so-called poor culture and rich martial arts mean that ordinary people can have enough to eat all year round. It is simply impossible to support a retired warrior. Especially the two skills of riding and archery are even more elusive.
and.
Needless to say, the cost of raising war horses is also high, and the cost of training bows and arrows is also very expensive. Feathered arrows and good bows are very expensive. The hunting bows used by hunters are all homemade and relatively cheap, but their lethality is not the same as real ones.
The standard angle bow is simply incomparable.
Most of the Yellow Turban Army are ordinary people who cannot afford to eat. Those who know how to use fists, kicks, and weapons are already considered highly skilled in martial arts. There are very few who are proficient in riding and shooting. As for those who still have martial arts inherited from their families.
, I visited Qingzhou several times, but there were only a few.
There is no comparison between a child from a poor family and a powerful family, but even in troubled times, it is still easy for people like them to find a living. The powerful families are recruiting troops, who would willingly join the Yellow Turbans and become a rebel?
Therefore, fierce generals like Guan Hai were rare among the Yellow Turban Army. If Zhang Rao wanted to form a cavalry and wanted to seize the power in his own hands, he could only hold his nose and go to Guan Hai.
"I've met the commander-in-chief." Guan Hai greeted him with a fist in his arms, and then he was like a wooden stake, and the pestle stopped making any sound.
Zhang Rao became more and more angry. If it hadn't been for this period of experience, he would definitely not have been able to remain calm, but now, he could even put a smile on his face.
"Brother Guan, after you came back, I have been busy with military affairs and have no time to visit and express my condolences. I feel a little ashamed. I hope Brother Guan doesn't take it to heart."
"Commander, you are so polite. The defeated general did not show his courage. I am grateful to Marshal for taking him in. How can I complain?" Guan Hai's answer was very appropriate. Zhang Rao even felt a hint of familiarity from the other man.
It feels like it tastes similar to Xu You.
"Victory and defeat are common matters in military affairs. I heard that when the Chu and Han Dynasties were fighting for supremacy, Gaozu was always at a disadvantage. He was chased by the overlord Xiang Yu several times and had no way to go. But in the end, he fell over in the next battle at Gai.
Pan? If you think about it carefully, this allusion is similar to the situation we are facing now. Wang Yu is also called the Little Overlord. Starting from Duchang, he has been taking advantage of us..."
Guan Hai finally raised his head and looked at Zhang Rao, with obvious surprise in his eyes. It was obvious that he did not expect Zhang Rao to be able to give such a... well, it was a very appropriate example.
Seeing this, Zhang Rao became more and more proud. He cheered up and continued: "It's okay to let him take advantage now. The brothers gathered too hastily. Of course, they can't compare with his elite soldiers who have fought in hundreds of battles. Plus, if they are not careful, this
It doesn’t matter, the situation is in our hands. When we advance to Fenggao City, we will still be ambushed from all sides. No matter how brave he is, he will only end in hatred!"
This allusion was told to Zhang Rao by Xu You when he first met him. Zhang Rao was very excited at the time. Through this allusion, he saw a bright future and at the same time made the other party his confidant.
Now, Xu You is gone, but he has also matured. He can tell other people the same allusion with slight changes, which can not only express his confidence and knowledge; but also metaphor the bright prospects of the war situation to encourage the other party; finally
, and it can also leave a foreshadowing for subsequent recruitments. What a perfect performance!
Is this the so-called domineering spirit?
After being intoxicated with himself for a moment, Zhang Rao asked in a deep voice, full of expectations: "Brother Guan, don't you think so?"
As soon as he asked the question, he was ready for the next question. As long as the other party expressed his excitement, he could encourage the other party and then become his confidant.
However, what happened was contrary to expectations. Guan Hai shook his head noncommittally and said angrily: "It's hard to say."
What? It’s hard to say?
Zhang Rao managed to avoid being choked to death. Didn't he perform perfectly enough? Otherwise, why didn't this rough guy follow the routine?
"Brother Guan, what do you mean?" He suppressed his anger and asked.
Guan Hai ignored Zhang Rao's worsening expression and analyzed by himself: "I feel that Wang Pengju is not that easy to deal with. He is delaying our trip now. He must be planning something. Find out what he is planning."
What happened before, we just bumped into each other like this, I'm afraid..."
"Surprise attack? This was already expected by me."
Zhang Rao sneered loudly: "You should have seen this along the way. Although the army is large, the commander's camp is based on the art of war! Needless to say about the peripheral defense, the commander inside the camp has also learned the lessons of Duchang.
Separating the elite from ordinary young people, leaving the old and weak in Laiwu, and marching on the main road... Are there any loopholes in this?"
"I don't know."
Guan Hai shook his head and refused to relax, "Wang Pengju is full of ingenious schemes. Let alone someone, even a famous general like Xu Gongqing fell into his trap accidentally. How could someone know what strategies he had? Someone just
We just saw some signs from the Taishan Army’s actions.”
"Signs... hum!" Zhang Rao laughed angrily, suppressing the urge to ridicule the other party's capture experience, and asked: "In my brother's opinion, what should our army do?"
"Go back to Qingzhou." Guan Hai replied without thinking.
"Ha, give up halfway and wait for Wang Pengju to come and beat us?" The sarcasm in Zhang Rao's eyes became even stronger.
"Of course we don't just go back like this. Before we leave, let's capture Laiwu first and cut off Wang Pengju's arm. We can also rely on Laiwu to build a line of defense so that Wang Pengju can't easily cross the border!" Guan Hai heard Zhang Rao's displeasure, but he
Still insisting on finishing the sentence.
"Then what? Starve to death in Qingzhou?"
"No, our momentum now is so great that we can knock down all the counties and towns that we couldn't conquer before!"
Guan Hai finally had a hint of enthusiasm in his tone: "The officials in Qingzhou are similar to Kong Rong. They only know how to talk. We have even captured Linzi. How can they not be afraid if we capture Laiwu again? If we capture these counties, we will
Isn’t separatist control of Qingzhou a free thing? Even if Wang Pengju really breaks through the defense line, it doesn’t matter. If we hide in the mountains, we don’t believe he can defeat them one by one!”
"You are afraid of the enemy like a tiger!"
Zhang Rao couldn't hold himself back any longer, slapped the table and stood up, pointed at Guan Hai and shouted: "You are scared to death, do you think others are the same? You go up the mountain if you can't beat me? Do you think I am a bandit?"
Really? I am the commander of Qingzhou Dafang, commanding an army of millions, and crushing it with such mighty force that no one in the world can withstand it!"
As he talked about it later, his demeanor already took on a hint of madness. Guan Hai sighed in his heart, stopped stimulating the other person with words, and returned to his low-brow, half-dead look.
"Brother Guan, why don't you understand? Wang Pengju has a clever plan, but we are not bad at it either?"
Zhang Rao calmed down and said earnestly: "Duchang is different now. Some of us have equipment, and we have little heavenly masters to support us! Look at how many brothers have been injured these days. In this cold winter month,
, In the past, it would have been good if half of them survived, but now? With the Little Heavenly Master taking action, apart from those who died on the spot, only three people died in total!"
Guan Hai drooped his head and responded: "Well, I will obey the commander's orders." Judging from his tone, you knew that he didn't take Zhang Rao's words into his heart at all.
"That's all." Zhang Rao was annoyed for a while, and finally gave up on the way of a monarch and his ministers, and directly ordered: "The war horses of various ministries will gather together soon. You pick some people, form a cavalry, and drive away the Taishan cavalry.
, so that the army can speed up."
"Here." Guan Hai agreed, thought for a while, and then asked, "Is it okay to just drive him away?"
Zhang Rao waved his hand impatiently: "Of course we have to destroy them if we can, no, we just have to destroy a few of their teams!"
"The enemy may be..." Guan Hai wanted to give some more reminders, but seeing Zhang Rao's expression, he didn't dare to get into trouble. When people are under the eaves, they always follow the boss to get here, and sooner or later they will be in trouble.
Since the other party doesn't listen to me, it's better to find a way out early. Wang Pengju must have some strange tricks, and he has already smelled it!
After Guan Hai left, Zhang Rao was still angry. After breathing heavily for a while, he raised his voice and said: "Stone!"
"Commander!" A soldier behind him bowed in response.
"Go with him. Watch this coward and don't let him lead the team away." Zhang Rao sneered.
He decided to use Guanhai to train his soldiers first, and after he captured Fenggao, he would use this coward to scare the monkeys! Can't his army of one million defeat Wang Pengju? Bah! Even Mr. Ziyuan said he would win, how could it be possible?
question?
Now that the morale of the army is high, no matter what tricks he has, he will not be able to shake himself at all!
…
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
At the sound of the horn, Guan Hai took the lead, quickly rushed out of the formation, and pounced on a group of Taishan Qingqi who came to harass them.
The other party looked very surprised, but his reaction was very quick. He quickly loosened the bow string that was already fully opened, and flew away like the wind.
In this way of fighting, the Yellow Turban Army suffered a great loss. Although they were also riding on war horses, their opponents were retreating while turning around to shoot. From a distance, it looked like Guan Hai's cavalry was deliberately approaching the tip of the opponent's arrows.
Similar experiences were experienced by the Xiliang cavalry that day, and Guan Hai also experienced them in Duchang, so he was mentally prepared. However, the newly formed cavalry under his command were not as calm as he was.
He roared angrily: "Speed up, speed up, don't hide to the side, don't fight back, stick to them, entangle them, trade your life for your life!"
He knew in his heart that the horses of his cavalry were not as sophisticated as those of his opponents, their riding skills and archery skills were even more incomparable, and their equipment lagged far behind. The only thing they could rely on was their numerical advantage. In addition, because there was no armor, the horses carried less weight.
In short distances, sprinting power will dominate.
Under Guan Hai's roar, the Yellow Turban Cavalry began to accelerate. The Taishan Cavalry realized the enemy's intention, gave up the task of continuing to harass, and accelerated to escape into the distance.
Guan Hai estimated the distance, then slowly raised his hand, preparing to order the withdrawal of troops.
There was no need to continue chasing. He had seen the White Horse Yi Cong's ability to gather and disperse Zhiru. Thousands of Yellow Turban cavalry were scattered throughout the formation. He only had more than 300 cavalry at his disposal. Once he was ambushed, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Charge, keep charging, their horses have been running for a long time, we are the fresh force, go up and avenge the brothers who have been injured and killed these days!" A loud shout stopped Guan Hai, Zhang Rao's personal soldier named Shitou Hong
With his eyes wide open and his sword waving, he urged his horse to cross Guan Hai and rush to the front.
"Don't chase!" Guan Hai was shocked.
"Revenge, kill!" The Yellow Turban Cavalry's morale was boosted, and they roared and chased after him. No one was willing to look back at Guan Hai.
Under the leadership of the Little Heavenly Master, the Yellow Turban soldiers are invincible!
Guan Hai admitted that if the brothers under his command had had this kind of morale when they were in Duchang, maybe the battle would not have been lost. But the problem was that while the Yellow Turbans were different, the enemies they faced were also different.
After entering Mount Tai, it was Wang Pengju who commanded the Taishan Army in combat, not the improvised messenger!
If the people who make up the numbers are so strong, how scary would Wang Pengju himself be?
Guan Hai didn't have a clear idea yet, but he still reined in the war horse. Amidst the long neighing of the war horse, he vaguely heard waves of obscure stringing sounds coming from the front.
He shuddered, yes, the Taishan cavalry not only gathered and dispersed freely, but also had powerful crossbows...
Before he could finish the thought, he had already turned the horse's head skillfully. The riding skills he had trained in his youth were firmly remembered by his body, which could save lives at critical moments.
Behind me, people screamed, and the sounds of horses neighing suddenly sounded, one after another. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Piaotian Literature Register to recommend this work. Your support is my biggest motivation.)