Regarding this battle situation, Peng Tuo was too embarrassed to report it to the great sage, the Tiangong General Zhang Jiao. If Zhang Jiao knew about this, his status in the Taiping Religion would probably be reduced a lot.
Peng Tuo threw his guard to the ground in distress, and sat on a chair beside him in despair.
After a while, Peng Tuo slowly opened his eyes and said to his guards, "Get up and go find some commanders for me."
"promise,"
The bodyguard took the order and rushed out of Peng Tuo's room. Looking at the leaving bodyguard, Peng Tuo himself slowly walked out of the room and came to the hall of the county government.
Not long after he sat in the main seat, fifteen captains of thousands of Yellow Turban Army slowly walked in under the leadership of a captain of ten thousand soldiers.
"I will finally meet Qu Shuai!"
"Everyone, get up. I believe you have also heard that a thousand brothers were lost due to the food incident. What did you do for food? How can I report this to the Great Master?"
"Is it possible to tell the wise master like this that the Runan Yellow Turban Army is just a bunch of losers?"
Peng Tuo roared angrily at all the generals. Peng Tuo's roar echoed throughout the hall and could not be dispersed for a long time. This made all the generals of the Yellow Turban Army lower their heads in embarrassment.
"Okay, I am not calling you here to reprimand you. I just want to tell you that I have decided to send troops. Since we took over Runan County and Chen State, you have really slacked off."
As soon as they heard Peng Tuo say that he was going to send troops, all the generals suddenly became extremely happy, because this meant that they could continue to burn, kill and loot. For the Yellow Turban Army, this also meant that they could continue to make a fortune.
On the same day, after using the Pingyu City garrison to supplement the 15,000-strong army, they were divided into three armies, the front, middle and rear, and left the city gate.
Standing on the slope and looking at Peng Tuo's army leaving the city, Xiang Kunlun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a very disdainful smile.
"Peng Tuo, Peng Tuo, you are so confident in your Yellow Turban Army that you actually took the initiative to go out of the city to die. Your life will be decided by Xiang!"
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Late that night, Peng Tuo's army stopped marching and set up camp on the spot. The Yellow Turban Army soon fell into a deep sleep, with only a few Yellow Turban soldiers on vigil walking back and forth in the camp.
Looking at the sparse Yellow Turban Army camp, a cold smile appeared on Zhang Liao's lips. He turned around and looked at the two thousand white horse followers behind him, and waved his arms vigorously.
"Mount your horse and attack!",
A group of white horse followers got on their horses one after another without making a single sound in the whole process. The people wrapped their horses' hooves with their titles, and the white horse followers quickly approached the Yellow Turban Army's camp.
The Yellow Turban Army guarding the tower above the camp did not notice the approaching Zhang Liao and others. They lazily leaned on the top of the tower and dozed off slowly.
"Lock the bow and draw the arrow!"
"put!"
Following Zhang Liao's order, all the white horse soldiers fired the arrows in their hands in unison. Several rockets pierced the sky. This made Xiang Kunlun not far away see it. Guo Jia nodded.
As a result, bursts of war drums sounded in this silent night, accompanied by horn sounds from time to time.
Within the Yellow Turban Army Camp, the wave of arrows just now caused countless sleeping Yellow Turban soldiers to die silently in their dreams, and many night watch soldiers also fell under the arrow rain.
The sound of the war drums completely woke up all the Yellow Turban soldiers.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
"Prepare for war! Prepare for war!"
Countless yellow scarf soldiers who were awakened panicked and rushed out of the camp with their weapons. Peng Tuo also ran out with his own sword, but did not see an enemy.
Just when they were surprised, another wave of arrows struck, and countless unsuspecting Yellow Turban soldiers fell down.
Peng Tuo shouted in shock and anger after knocking away a few arrows with his sword. "Don't mess up, don't mess up! Raise your shield, raise your shield!"
Under the command of Peng Tuo and other generals, the panicked Yellow Turban Army raised their "shields" made of logs and covered only with a layer of cowhide. This simple shield was very useful to the white horse soldiers. The arrowhead made of fine iron in his hand had no defensive effect at all.
The next wave of arrow rain took away the lives of some of the Yellow Turban soldiers again. Looking at the soldiers falling around him, Peng Tuo became completely furious.
"Damn it, where did this rain of arrows come from? Follow me and go have a look."
Peng Tuo watched the arrow rain stop, but the sound of drums and horns kept ringing from all sides, making all the Yellow Turban soldiers panic.
Peng Tuo led his army to open the gate of the camp and walked out of the camp vigilantly. Zhang Liao, who had already walked out not far away according to Guo Jia's instructions, looked coldly at the Yellow Turban Army who walked out of the camp.
Watching the silence around him with vigilance, Peng Tuo felt a little uneasy. He always felt that something was wrong. He took a deep breath of air and smelled a strange smell.
It smelled very familiar, but Peng Tuo couldn't remember what it smelled like.
Zhang Liao saw that the time was almost up, and nodded to Bai Ma Yicong who was already ready behind him. In an instant, with a "whoosh" sound, streaks of fire streaked across the sky.
Looking at the sudden sparks of light across the sky, Peng Tuo suddenly felt as if he had been struck by thunder, and remembered what the smell he had just smelled was.
"Be careful! This is fire oil! This is fire oil!"
However, it was too late. As the flaming arrow fell into the grass that had just been doused with kerosene near the gate of the Yellow Turban Army Camp, a burst of fire burst into the sky.
Many Yellow Turban soldiers who were unable to dodge were instantly swallowed up by the fire, and a painful scream suddenly sounded over the entire camp.
Immediately afterwards, another wave of arrows hit, and the Yellow Turban Army, which was no different from the stragglers, fell again. Peng Tuo himself was in a state of disgrace among the scattered Yellow Turban soldiers. of.
Looking at the screaming Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Liao and Baima Yi calmly evacuated. At Xiang Kunlun's place, the sound of war drums and horns also slowly stopped.
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Early the next morning, at Peng Tuo's Yellow Turban Army camp, faint black smoke floated over the entire camp. The entire camp was in a mess, with ashes all over the ground and burned corpses that were beyond recognition everywhere.
The disgraced Peng Tuo looked at his soldiers cleaning up the wreckage, and felt a deep sting in his heart.
"How about it, how many brothers were killed?"
Peng Tuo looked at the captain who was sent to clean up the number of his troops, and asked slowly.
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(End of chapter)