Ju persuaded: "Lord, this is absolutely not the case. Nanyang Yellow Turban thieves are huge. The daily thieves range from tens of thousands to thousands. Now there are more than 100,000 Yellow Turban thieves in Nanyang. Even if we add The five thousand elite soldiers brought by Mr. Shang Zhongjing are also less than 30,000, and most of them are newly recruited recruits. They don't even have decent weapons in their hands. The lord needs to plan for the long term."
Liu Xin saw most of the people living at the bottom suffer, and said with a calm face: "Gongyou is right. Our current strength is far less than the Nanyang Yellow Turban. However, the tens of thousands of people who fled outside the city are already homeless, watching them. The situation, I can imagine, what is the situation of the people who have fallen into the hands of the Yellow Turban. As a parent officer, how can I not be heartbroken? In the past, there were no soldiers and horses on hand, but now I have the five thousand elite soldiers of Zhong Jing, plus the previous ones. The 20,000 new troops recruited in the day should be able to give it a try. My heart is determined, and you still have to discuss how to regain Nanyang."
Tian Feng thought for a while and said: "The lord, just received a report that the court has appointed Lu Zhi as the northern general of Langfang to crusade against Zhangjiao in Jizhou; appointed Huang Fusong as the general of the left and Zhu Jun as the general of the right to crusade against Ying. Chuan Bocai. Yingchuan is close to the capital, the imperial court will inevitably encircle and suppress Nanyang until Yingchuan is calmed down. If the lord can use this time to regain Nanyang on his own, it would be a good thing. From then on, Nanyang can be controlled by the lord. It's down."
Seeing that Liu Xin insisted on regaining Nanyang, Jushou came up with a plan and said, "The lord wants to take Nanyang, and we should use surprise attacks. These days, Han Zhong, Zhao Hong, Sun Xia and others under the Yellow Turban Zhang Mancheng's subordinates have divided their troops and plundered them. More than ten county towns have been broken. But in this way, Wancheng must be empty, and the lord can lead a team of elite soldiers to raid Wancheng at night. As long as Wancheng is taken, the rest of the thieves can break through each."
After hearing the strategy taught by Ju, Kuailiang felt the same way, and said, "I also offer a plan. Wancheng is within easy reach."
Zhang Mancheng captured Wancheng in a surprise attack in the middle of the night, and lived in the spacious and comfortable Taishou's Mansion, with great ambition. Now, every day with a yellow scarf on his head, people come to him in an endless stream. Thinking of myself in the past, facing the loess and back to the sky, working hard year after year, not having enough to eat my belly, I have to always look at the face of my boss and pay attention to the difficulties of the servants. Now the hateful boss has long been in a different place, and the guards have also escaped. Now he is the master of Wancheng, and he can drink big bowls and eat big pieces of meat as he wants. Good news comes from Han Zhong and the others every day. The looted gold and silver jewels are filled with the front hall and back office of the Prefect's Mansion. Now he stomped his feet, and the whole Wancheng was shaking three times. In Zhang Mancheng's arms were Chu Gong's two beautiful concubines. Chu Gong's wife was kneeling aside and pouring wine for them. In the center of the hall, several Nanyang officials' wives and daughters were singing and dancing. Zhang Mancheng took the wine glass from Mrs. Chu and drank it all in one fell swoop. Such a day is really cool!
When Zhang Mancheng was happy in the prefect's mansion, Wancheng was a hell on earth. When the Yellow Turban Army entered the city, the tragedy only occurred in the homes of the noble families in the city. Property was looted, women were raped, men were killed, and many families were destroyed. However, the situation quickly got out of control. The wealthy women of the noble families were basically taken away by the leaders, big and small, so the Yellow Turbans who hadn't gotten the benefits pointed their butcher knives at the ordinary people in the city, and started Only one family and two families were looted and then slowly expanded until it enveloped the whole city. More and more Yellow Turban bandits are involved in the riots. Incidents of murder, rape, arson, and robbery are happening all the time. Walls are torn down in Wancheng, and corpses are everywhere. There are only two roads before the people, either to escape from their homes, or to wrap up a yellow scarf and join the ranks of the thugs.
In the past few days, more and more people have entered Wancheng with yellow scarves. Zhang Mancheng's team has grown stronger, but his control over his subordinates has also become worse and worse. There was not much to rob in the city. Many Yellow Turban teams went out of the city to looting in their own way. Han Zhong and the others hadn't paid him tribute to the looting for two days. But Zhang Mancheng didn't care about all of this. He had lived for decades and had never been so comfortable as he is now. He was drunk and dreaming all day, snuggling with Hong Yi Cui, he even thought that it would be worth it to die now.
The sky is getting darker, and the streets of Wancheng that have been noisy for a day have not calmed down. There are still groups of three or five in the streets and alleys. Drunk Yellow Turbans are wandering around, and women’s pain is heard from time to time in the houses on the street. Screaming and groaning.
On East Street, a tall young man with a yellow scarf on his head and wearing a cloth was standing on the street, with a pair of piercing eyes staring firmly in front of him. It was Liu Xin. Three days ago, according to a negotiated plan, he personally led more than 10,000 recruits to pretend to be the Yellow Turban bandits and mixed into Wancheng in batches. As long as these recruits were wrapped in yellow turbans, they couldn't see any difference from the real yellow turban bandits. They even had similar weapons, which were sickles and hoes, and entered Wancheng almost effortlessly.
Zhao Yun stood on his left with a bright silver spear, and Dian Wei followed him with two big iron halberds. Nearly a thousand people have gathered around them, all of them wrapped in yellow turbans, some holding hoes, some holding iron rakes, and some holding sticks, closely following Liu Xin's back. Everyone put a strip of white cloth on their right arm. This is the mark that they and the Yellow Turban bandits recognize each other. Liu Xin moved towards the prefect's mansion, waved his hand, Zhao Yun shook his spear, and rushed ahead. At this time, many people with yellow scarfs and white cloths on their arms gradually appeared in the four gates and streets of Wancheng.
Zhang Mancheng was standing by the bed at this time, a naked girl, standing with her hands on the bed, pouting her buttocks and facing him. Zhang Mancheng leaned behind the girl, licking her body back and forth. The girl is the daughter of Nanyang Juncheng, she is not beautiful, but Zhang Mancheng likes this feeling. Seeing these once high ladies and ladies are pressed under their bodies, listening to their gentle groans, Zhang Mancheng is particularly excited. . When Zhang Mancheng was enjoying the pleasure with his eyes closed, he suddenly felt a chill in his back and then a pain in his heart. He opened his eyes, and a silver spear tip appeared on his chest. The spear tip suddenly disappeared, his chest The blood splattered out and fell on the girl's snow-white back, and a large expanse of gorgeous peach blossoms bloomed. Zhang Mancheng looked at all this incredulously, and gradually softened, lying on the girl's body. Zhao Yun pulled out his waist knife, took a step forward, and with a light wave, he picked up Zhang Mancheng's head and turned around and out of the room. There was a scream of a girl behind him.
In Wancheng, killings were heard everywhere, and the battle went very smoothly. The costume of the Jingzhou Army is the same as that of the Yellow Turban Army. The only special thing is that there is a white cloth strip on the right arm. When the Jingzhou Army rises up into trouble, many Yellow Turbans have become ghosts before they can figure out what happened. At that time, there were only about 20,000 Yellow Turbans in the city, and they were neither prepared nor organized, and soon fell apart. The battle lasted only more than an hour, and then gradually subsided. At dawn, the surviving people quietly poked their heads out, and groups of people patrolled the streets in twos and threes. These people’s clothes and even the weapons in their hands were the same as those of the Yellow Turban thief, but they didn’t have the yellow scarf on their heads, and there were white stripes on their arms. The Yellow Turban bandits were being escorted outside the city, and the Chinese character flag was erected on the four gate towers. Wancheng was recovered by the court!
Liu Xin didn't expect things to go so smoothly. It was almost like a dream, but he was not dazzled by the victory. He understood that the Yellow Turban bandits who had gone to looting counties would soon come back to rob Wancheng after hearing the news. Most of the properties looted these days are now concentrated here. Liu Xin organized people to appease the people in the city, repaired the city walls, and prepared the defense equipment, and sent people to send news to Xinye. He still had a back hand.
There is a valley fifty miles south of Wancheng, where Zhang Fei and five thousand Changsha elite soldiers have been ambushing here for the night. According to estimates, the Yellow Turban defeated soldiers will flee here as soon as this afternoon. However, a cloud of smoke rose in the distance, and the soldiers became nervous, their knives were unsheathed, and their arrows were wound. The figure in front of him was getting closer and closer. Zhang Fei took a closer look and was shocked. This group of people turned out to be elite soldiers who lost their helmets and armor! Where is this soldier? Zhang Fei couldn't understand that the recruits brought by the lord had no armor, Xu Huang brought cavalry, and Nanyang's officers and soldiers should have been disintegrated long ago.
After letting go of this group of officers and soldiers, there was another dust and smoke behind, and the yellow turbans chased after them, and gradually entered the ambush area. Zhang Fei waved his hand, "Shoot!" Thousands of arrows were fired, and the rocks on both sides of the hillside were rolling. The Yellow Turban Army is chasing the officers and soldiers, not to be wary of arrows on both sides like migratory locusts, big and small stones like raindrops on the head. The Yellow Turban army was originally not in a queue, but suddenly fell into the middle of the chase, and suddenly became chaotic. Zhang Fei slid on his horse, a zhang eight snake spear in his hand, and shouted "Kill!" The sergeants ambushing on both sides rushed into the enemy's formation like a tiger. Zhang Fei took the lead, picking left and right stabbing, and the place he passed was like no one else.
In the Yellow Turban team, Zhao Hong was holding Zhang Li in his hand, drinking to stop the rebellion. Zhang Fei caught a glimpse, turned his horse, and rushed over. Zhao Hong suddenly saw Zhang Fei rushing forward and turned around to leave. Zhang Fei shook his spear and stabbed it with one stroke. Zhao Hong shook his body and planted his horse. Seeing that the leader was killed, the already chaotic Yellow Turban team turned back and fled outside the valley. The Yellow Turban army outside the valley was still swarming, trampling on each other, causing countless casualties. Han Zhong and Sun Xia, who were in the rear team, couldn't restrain themselves, and followed the team's rout to the north. Zhang Fei then swung his army to cover up and pursued him.
Liu Xin stood on the tower of Wancheng, watching the situation in the south nervously. He looked up at the sky from time to time. The sun had already risen, so logically the Yellow Turban Army should also be here.
"Look, big brother, it's coming!" Zhao Yun had good eyesight, and he saw a cloud of smoke from a distance. Liu Xin's heart tightened, and he ordered: "Archers prepare!" All he brought were recruits who had just been recruited. These recruits performed well in the battle that night and wiped out more than 8,000 Yellow Turbans in the city and captured them. More than ten thousand people. After the baptism of battle, many recruits have overcome their fear, but the self-inflated disdain for the Yellow Turban army has quietly spread. This is what Liu Xin worries most. Today, whether the Yellow Turbans can block the full counterattack of the Yellow Turbans is the key to regaining Nanyang. Liu Xin dare not take it lightly. According to estimates, the counterattack of the Yellow Turbans should have started yesterday. If the Yellow Turbans come one day later, preparations will be sufficient. Wancheng's defense It will be a little harder. Liu Xin understood that as the highest commander, he must have a clear understanding of this.
The dust and smoke in the distance were getting closer and closer, and the strange thing was that this cloud of dust and smoke did not appear under Wancheng, but went around the city towards Yingchuan.