Mu Jing could only watch this tragedy happen, but he couldn't do anything.

The Yellow Turban Army used to be a rebel army that wanted to overthrow the tyranny of the imperial court, but in the eyes of the world, these people were a group of bandits after all, and there was still hope for them to fight, but if you wanted them to govern the city, it would be wishful thinking.

This is also one of the reasons why the Yellow Turban Army was quickly defeated back then.

The Yellow Turban Uprising of that year swept through the eight states of the world, the strength of the soldiers and horses, known as the millions of troops, the real fight was enough to defeat the soldiers and horses of the imperial court, but they were defeated in the end, the defeat was so tragic, almost the entire army was wiped out, and the rest were bandits.

Where did they fail?

Countless people have been thinking about this over the years.

One of the most fundamental points is that they simply won't be able to manage the territory.

Under the command of the Yellow Turbans, most of them are mud legs, and few of them have read books, they have fought all the way, relying on morale and general trend, invincible, and have laid down countless cities, but more and more cities are in hand, and they will not be officials, which is equivalent to losing the hearts of countless people.

Most of the cities run by the Yellow Turbans are bandits, and these Yellow Turban troops are mixed, without strong discipline, they can fight, and in the end they will become a scourge to the people.

"How can these white waves and yellow scarves be so shameless?"

Zhang Ning stood next to Mu Jing, feeling a little unbearable, because she watched several soldiers dressed as the Yellow Turban Army drag a little lady into the house next to her, and her pupils were about to burst into flames.

"No wonder they, in fact, the yellow turbans all over the world are like this, including us in the past, that time in the war was either a strategy and a target was to burn and loot!"

Mu Jing pressed Zhang Ning, who wanted to do it: "Because of this, I want to change, but I know deeply that if we want to change the bad habits of the yellow scarf, it is not something that can be done overnight, it takes a process, and now, we also need white waves and yellow scarves, and we can't make extraneous branches!" ”

"Damn thing!"

Zhang Ning took a deep breath, but his anger was unsettled, and his towering chest was suppressed by this anger.

"Shizi, it's safe here, please come in!"

Before a mansion, Wei Qi gave up.

Mujing walked in, this is a quiet courtyard, the environment inside is very elegant, three in and three out, there are small gardens, there are left and right side courtyards, there are inner houses.

After traveling for several days in a row, Mu Jing was also tired, and after taking a hot bath, he lay down and fell asleep.

The surface of the caravan escort is leather and the like, but what is hidden is food and weapons, and half of the caravan's guards are personal guard battalions, and half are divine guards.

The next day, early in the morning.

Mu Jing woke up, and after a night's rest, he suddenly felt refreshed.

After breakfast, Wei Qi appeared.

"Report to the prince, this is some news that the prince wants, and we can only inquire about so much at present!" Wei Qi sent a dossier, and the dossier was some of the news that he had poured out the strength of the entire Wei clan to inquire about these days, including most of the power arrangements in Hedong.

"In the small east of the river, there are so many soldiers and horses mixed in?"

Mu Jing opened it, and after looking at it a few times, his face changed a little.

The situation in Hedong was even more complicated than he had imagined.

Although Jing Wusi tried his best, he still couldn't find out the detailed news, but the Wei family, in the end, was the head snake in Hedong, and every move in Hedong couldn't hide from the Wei family.

"Shizi, Hedong has not been peaceful!" Wei Qi said with a wry smile: "The Huns are here, the Xiliang army is here, and then they have to join in the fun. ”

"Xiliang Army, we won't talk about him!"

Mu Jing squinted his eyes and looked at this document carefully, and a gleam burst out of his eyes: "This Hun army, you can use it!" ”

"Shizi, the Xiongnu is not a good person to get along with in Fuluo!"

"It's just a lost dog!"

Mu Jing sneered: "The most fundamental reason why he went south to Hedong is probably that he failed in the competition of the Xiongnu tribe, his troops are not much, he is already the only remaining elite of their tribe, if he doesn't want to destroy the clan, he will be obedient!" ”

Yu Fuluo, the Southern Xiongnu Shan Yu, but a few years ago, he suddenly led his troops south, entered the land of Hetao, and went straight to Hedong, and successively fought with the Bingzhou Army, the Liangzhou Army, and the Yellow Turban Army, and now he has gained a firm foothold in Hedong.

But after all, it was the Huns, and the situation in Hedong was very bad.

And he has handed over a letter of surrender to the court several times, wanting to surrender to the court, but you can imagine how difficult the situation is, such a great opportunity, if you don't take advantage of it, Mu Jing feels sorry for himself.

"Report to the prince, at present, Yu Fuluo's troops are in the northernmost part of the east of the river, camped at the interface of the west river of Bingzhou, and once fought Taiyuan, intending to occupy Bingzhou, but Zhang Yang of Shangdang led his troops to meet and fight back!"

Wei Qi told him what he knew.

"You'll find a way to send someone to get in touch!"

Mu Jing pondered for a while, and said, "Try him to see if he has any intention of surrendering!" ”

"No!" Wei Qi nodded.

Mu Jing continued to flip through the papers, what he paid most attention to was the situation of the four generals of Bai Bo, Bai Bo Yellow Turban He was determined to win, although in front of Zhang Ning, he said it easily, in fact, he was not relaxed in his heart, Zhang Ning was right, the current situation, if you can take the strength of Bai Bo Yellow Turban as a surprise soldier, there is still a glimmer of life, otherwise Mu Shi will face the disaster of annihilation.

"Bo Cha, how much do you know about Han Xian in Jiangyi City?" Mu Jing asked.

"For this person, Wei doesn't know much, after all, in the face of the Yellow Turban, our Wei took an attitude of evasion, and basically handed it over to the Xiliang Army, but I can still find out some news, it is rumored that this is a fierce general, with a very manic temper, and he is loyal to Guo Tai!"

Wei Qi said carefully: "After Guo Tai died in battle, the Yellow Turban Army in Baibo Valley fought for power, and he lost to Yang Feng, so he had to lead his troops to be stationed in this Jiangyi City, for Yang Feng, he has a lot of resentment!" ”

"If you say it will fall, is there a chance?" Mu Jing asked again.

"Hard to say!" Wei Qi shook his head: "I even think that not only will this person not surrender, but he will also bite back without a bottom line, if the prince wants to say that this person will surrender, please think twice!" “

"Your worries are not unreasonable, but ......" Mu Jing's eyes flashed with a firm light: "You must always fight for it, if you can win this good start, the rest of the things will be easy to do!" ”

"Then I'll arrange it!"

Wei Qi bowed and turned to leave.

"Bo Cha!" Mu Jing suddenly stopped Wei Qi.

"Shizi, do you have any other orders?" Wei Qi turned his head and looked at Mu Jing suspiciously.

"I killed Wei Zhongdao, you hate me!"

Mu Jing asked this question very abruptly.

"I may not have hate, but I have some resentment!" Wei Qi replied: "From the perspective of the son, Wei Zhongdao must die, from the perspective of the head of my Wei family, I should also thank the son of the world and kill him on the spot, otherwise my Wei family will not be able to escape the involvement, but after all, he is my only brother-in-law, blood is thicker than water, I feel that I can't live up to my father's entrustment!" ”

"You say it calmly, I will also give you a promise!" When Mu Jing heard this, he smiled: "Wei Zhongdao is Wei Zhongdao, Wei Bocha is Wei Bojiao, you don't live up to me one day, I will never fail you!" ”

"Thank you for your trust!"

Wei Qi also breathed a sigh of relief.

When he left, Zhang Ning became more and more elusive, standing in front of Mu Jing, looking at his departing back, and asked gloomily: "Do you really trust him so much?" ”

"Why don't you trust him?"

Mu Jing asked rhetorically.

"This is Hedong, Hedong Wei's foundation, hundreds of years of foundation, don't look at the battle between the troops and horses in Hedong, in fact, Hedong is still in their hands, if he chooses to kill you to avenge Wei Zhongdao, I'm afraid we won't even have a chance to escape!" Zhang Ning said.

"Life is made up of gambling games!"

The corners of Mu Jing's mouth were filled with a wicked and confident smile: "Since I came, I bet that he Wei Boqi is a calm and understanding of the overall situation, he will not touch me, and he will do his best to help me!" ”

"I hope you're right!" Zhang Ning said faintly, and a touch of coldness crossed her pair of autumn ink pupils.

……

The night was getting cooler and the sky was snowing.

It's winter, this is already the second snow in Hedong, it is much more turbulent than the previous light snow, one by one snowflakes falling, and some eaves have been piled up in an instant, hanging a layer of silver for Jiangyi City.

In the city, the county government.

This mansion has been requisitioned since the day the Yellow Turban Army entered the city, and now it is the line of the Yellow Turban General Han Xianam.

In the inner house of the palace, under the light, a man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist sat cross-legged, he was wiping the blade in his hand with a cloth towel, which was a long knife, with a thick blade, a slender and sharp blade, and a very long handle.

"Report to the brigade commander, the team below to levy grain is back!"

A middle-aged scribe pushed the door open and gave in.

"Coming back? How much forage did they collect? ”

The man stopped his movements, looked up at the middle-aged scribe, and asked in a deep voice.

The middle-aged scribe sighed: "Only five hundred stones!" ”

"Five hundred stones?" When the man heard this, a flame-like cold glow erupted in his pupils: "How is it possible?" ”

"That's true!"

The middle-aged scribe said: "Everything that can be scavenged has been scavenged, although the autumn harvest has just passed, Yang Feng has already sent someone to collect the autumn grain, we are too slow!" ”

"Yang Feng!"

The man's expression was cold, and he said gloomily: "He is trying to force me to death!" ”