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The sky was covered with thick clouds, blocking out the stars and moon, and the sky and the earth were completely dark. Only the lights inside and outside Fenggao Ancient City were brightly lit, which looked extremely eye-catching in the dark night.
The purpose of lighting torches at the top of the city is to prevent the attackers from sneak attacks. In a siege battle, both the attacker and the defender have their own advantages. The biggest advantage of the defender is the location, while the attacker has the initiative. Take advantage of the defenders being unprepared or tired to launch the attack.
Sneak attacks are one of the best ways to siege a city. For the Yellow Turban Army, which has limited attack capabilities, it is even more famous. The defenders have to guard against it.
The torches around the company camp are also to prevent sneak attacks. They have fewer targets to guard against, but the threat is greater.
Until now, no one knows how Wang Yu sneaked into the Heyin camp and successfully assassinated Dong Zhuo, but the princes had already launched targeted research.
There were many people who were hostile to Wang Yu, and no one wanted to wake up from their sleep in their own tents when the two armies were facing each other, to face Senhan's sharp blade and an assassin with amazing martial arts skills.
Yuan Shao was the first prince to fall out with Wang Yu. Regardless of previous grievances or new grievances, the two sides were destined not to get together. Therefore, Yuan Shao had the deepest research on this aspect.
Now, the success of his research has been passed on to the Yellow Turban commander Zhang Rao through Xu You, so there is this iron barrel-like company camp under Fenggao City.
There are more torches and more people.
Even though the night was already very late and it was almost the third watch, the walls of the village were still full of people, with one post every three steps and one sentry every five steps. The guards kept patrolling back and forth, their eyes widened and their ears pricked up.
, vigilantly observing the darkness not far away, as if something terrible would jump out of there at any time.
"I'm talking about wood. It's just a waste of time. What are you looking at? Do you think Wang Pengju is a fool? How dare you come after seeing this formation? The formation put up by Marshal Zhang can stop even flies, let alone people.
, in my opinion, it’s purely redundant.”
Torches can drive away the darkness, but they cannot stop the cold wind.
Although Taishan used its majestic body to block the cold wind sweeping from the north and slowed down the momentum of the north wind, it could not eliminate the ice and cold it carried. It has entered December, which is the coldest time of the year.
, patrolling the sentry in such a cold night, no wonder the sentry was dissatisfied.
"It's better to be careful, okay? What if someone really attacks you? Aren't you worried at all, Brother Bai?"
The man called Mu Mu is a young man. He is a very serious person. Although the tattered cotton-padded jacket on his body is full of holes and cannot block the cold wind, and he is shivering from the cold, his eyes are always on the darkness outside Zhaiqiang.
He was wandering around, even when he was talking, he was the same.
"Sneak attack?"
The veteran smiled, looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, leaned the bamboo gun in his hand against the wall, sat cross-legged in a dark place sheltered from the wind, sighed comfortably, and asked: "Brother Mu Mu, please tell me,
How can Wang Pengju make a sneak attack to defeat the 200,000 troops here with just a few thousand men?"
"Assassination, that's what he's best at." The young man replied without thinking.
The veteran's slack behavior made him a little dissatisfied, hesitant and envious. It was indeed too cold. Unlike himself, a newcomer, Brother Bai had been a soldier for several years. His actions always made sense, right?
"Assassination? Who to kill?" The veteran's rhetorical question came quickly, and the recruit was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he was stunned and unable to answer, the veteran turned his head and spoke deep into the company camp, prompting: "Who will die here?
How can we completely collapse the 200,000-strong army?"
"Zhang Shuai..." The recruit hesitated and just started a sentence. Seeing the half-smiling look on the veteran's face, he swallowed back the rest of his words.
"If Zhang Shuai dies, at most the few thousand people directly under him will be in chaos for a while, and then someone will clean up the mess, maybe General Sima, or someone else. Anyway, the army is unlikely to collapse."
The veteran is barely a few years older than the recruit, but his experience and understanding of the internal situation of the Yellow Turban are much deeper than that of the recruit. Although many names have been changed now, and Marshal Zhang's command and deployment is also very organized, there are still many things in his bones.
But it can't be changed.
If Zhang Rao dies, Sima Ju, who is the most powerful among all the heroes, will be happy to take Zhang Rao's position, and others will have nothing to complain about. Zhang Rao's ability is good, but everyone is not here for him. His life and death
, it won’t affect anyone.
"Oh, I know, it's Xiaotian... um!" Under the guidance of the senior, Mu Mu also understood.
"Shh, keep your voice down." The recruits cheered uncontrollably and got carried away. The voice was a little louder. The veteran jumped up from the ground in excitement, covered his companion's mouth, looked around nervously for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Stop yelling. If Papichao hears it, he will definitely scold us again and take the opportunity to deduct our rations."
"Yeah, um." In desperation, the veteran took a bit of a heavy blow. The recruit took a few deep breaths before he felt a little more comfortable, but he didn't feel resentful at all. His eyes finally left the darkness outside the village wall and looked around.
, he showed an expression of relief after confirming that the figure that frightened him and his companions did not appear.
"Shuai Zhang is awake!" The old soldier whispered in a hoarse voice: "Don't talk about outsiders, even you and me, or even the commanders, how many of them know where the little heavenly master is? Wang Pengju is not a god, and he has not pinched his finger.
How could he find the Little Heavenly Master’s Dharma Driver among a company of 200,000 people despite his calculation skills?”
While they were talking, another strong gust of wind blew by, causing the torch to sway unsteadily, as if it was about to go out at any moment. The second soldier paused the conversation, while the recruit continued to observe the outside of the camp vigilantly, while the veteran guarded the torch.
After the limelight had passed, the two of them got together again. The veteran continued: "If we can't find the Little Heavenly Master, it's useless for Wang Peng to kill anyone. Even a sneak attack like Duchang won't work. The commanders have absorbed the secrets of Duchang City."
Lesson learned, our camp seems to be one, but in fact it is piece by piece. Each family has its own territory, and elites and ordinary soldiers are also separated..."
After Guan Hai and his minions were released, under questioning by the Yellow Turban generals, they described the battle of Duchang in detail so that everyone could learn lessons and analyze gains and losses.
They discovered that this battle was not without a turning point. If Guan Hai could gather more elites and be more prepared, he might be able to turn the tide.
Therefore, they abandoned the previous practice of mixing veterans and new recruits, and instead established separate camps, with elites inside and recruits outside. If Wang Yu repeats his old trick, the first ones to bear the surprise attack will be those with relatively low combat effectiveness.
Bad recruits and veterans can take the opportunity to prepare for counterattack.
With the encouragement of the Little Heavenly Master, although the equipment and combat skills of the new recruits are poor, their fighting spirit and morale are very strong. Even if there are only a few veteran leaders present, they will not collapse like those under Duchang City.
As long as they don't collapse at the first touch, the Taishan Army's surprise attack will be useless. After the momentum of the surprise attack, a mere few thousand people will soon be surrounded by a hundred thousand troops, and they will have to shed their skin even if they don't die.
"So, it would be better if he comes to make a surprise attack. It's going to snow right before our eyes. If we finish the fight early, we can go to the city to rest, right?" Finally, the veteran concluded.
"Yes, finish the fight as soon as possible and bring my mother and sister to the city to enjoy themselves and spend the winter."
The recruit's eyes lit up, as if the dark clouds dispersed, revealing the shining stars. The next moment, the dark clouds closed, and his eyes dimmed: "I'm a little worried about them. The Taishan Army in Laiwu is fierce, and there's also Youzhou."
People are here to help, just in case..."
"Don't worry, it's okay."
The veteran waved his hands and said carelessly: "Wang Pengju is a benevolent man and will not massacre the old, weak, women and children. What's more, Laiwu is not all women and children. There are also thousands of elites like Xu Shuai. If the Taishan Army really makes a mistake,
, maybe you will suffer a big loss! In short, don’t worry, don’t worry..."
If the recruit observes carefully, he will find that the emotion in the veteran's eyes is far less relaxed than his tone. The recruit has a mother and younger sister, and he also has a wife and children. If he does not firmly believe in something, how can he be willing to leave his family on the expedition?
?
The recruit did not notice this. He had not received any training on how to observe the words and expressions of his companions, and he was not in the mood now. He asked his omniscient senior a question that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.
"Since General Wang is a benevolent and righteous man, why should we fight with him? The commanders all said that he pretended to be a little heavenly master in Hedong and deserved death. But those people in Hedong now have fields and food to eat. Well, so do I.
I can’t tell, anyway…”
"This..." The veteran scratched his head, also puzzled.
I started to join the rebel team because I had no food to eat, and the big boss had no faith. It was nothing more than robbing big households, and grabbing official warehouses when I had the opportunity. If I grabbed something, I would eat, and if I couldn't grab it, I would starve. Speaking of which, it was the same as before.
The same is true for the earth, everyone depends on the sky for food.
Later, the big boss died in the battle, and he joined another rebel team with his brothers. The things he did were similar to before, but the slogans were different. This time, he became the Yellow Turban Army, and the new big boss said he would lead
Let's create a peaceful world and a bright and prosperous world.
What exactly was the Qingping world like?
To be honest, the veteran didn't know much. According to the descriptions of the leaders, it seemed to be a world where everyone had food to eat and farmed. It sounded very beautiful, like a dream. So, in order to realize this dream or survive,
He entered the battle with greater enthusiasm.
However, the situation has not changed much, or it is worse than before.
In the past, there were few thieves and many people. As long as we fought hard, there would always be enough harvest after the war to feed the whole family. However, as the team expanded and the number of leaders increased, Qingzhou was full of wars, and the harvest of looting also declined.
There are fewer and fewer. Sometimes, over the ownership of a few grains in a village, two forces will collide on a large scale.
The dream of a peaceful world seems to be getting further and further away.
It wasn't until the Little Heavenly Master was born that there was new hope.
Inspired by him...or should be said to be her, all the rebels in Qingzhou gathered together under the banner of the Yellow Turban. Instead of fighting among themselves, everyone followed the guidance of the Little Heavenly Master and walked towards the light.
road!
Thinking of this, he had the answer: "Anyway, if the little Celestial Master tells us to come to Mount Tai, we will come; if the little Celestial Master tells us to fight, we will fight whoever; she is the daughter of a great sage and good teacher, and she is one of the few in the world.
The leader of millions of Yellow Turbans, what she says is always right!"
"Yes, yes!" The veteran did not answer his companion's question directly, but the latter was very satisfied. There was a fanatical look in his eyes and he nodded repeatedly.
At this moment, the veteran suddenly felt something strange. There seemed to be some sound in the wind...
"Mumu, did you hear anything?"
"What?"
"It seems... ah!" The veteran tilted his head, relying on his years of experience to analyze the message brought by the wind. Just when he seemed to have gained something, suddenly, a sharp pain made him involuntarily let out a scream.
The screams were heard far away in the quiet and dark night sky, which was horrifying and caused a commotion on and off the wall of the village, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and watch it.
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