As the saying goes, press the gourd and lift the scoop.

Meaning, the beginning and the end are difficult to look at.

And he said, There is no tiger in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king.

His Majesty was worried that the clan would take advantage of the chaos, so he transferred Liu Bei to Guanxi. The land of Kanto is missing the thistle king's "white jade pillar of the sky, and the purple gold beam of the sea". Heroes from all walks of life, you sing and I will appear. There are many people watching the fire from the other side. There are not a few people who take chestnuts from the fire. If the thief is not eliminated for a day, it will be difficult for people to feel at ease for a day.

Just imagine, if the thistle king sits in Kanto, where else can the world's heroes go.

Your Majesty is indeed a god of control.

The so-called quick fix. If we can set things right as soon as possible, we will not be confused. The Han Dynasty can be helpless. Furthermore, once the world returns to normal, the throne will be passed on to a certain extent. How could it be the turn of the Thistle King to peep at the Great Treasure?

After all, His Majesty has the shrewdness of a businessman, but he does not have the foresight of a wise king. In a word, there is wisdom but no big strategy. Focus only on the present, and look at the long-term.

Just as the capital protects the Western Regions and the general of the Han Dynasty, Liu Bei, the king of thistle, is traveling day and night, leaving the Great Wall to avoid the outside of the pass, and going straight to Chang'an.

Cao Mengde was waking up from a deep sleep.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of another person beside him. was about to turn over and draw his sword, but he felt empty. I was anxious and sleepy. Leaning over to see, it was Zhang Miao.

"Yesterday I was drunk and slept with Meng Zhuo. How did you forget it today? Cao Cao turned over and got out of bed, and went to freshen up without mentioning it.

The fire outside the city burned for a day and night. Gray smoke shrouded the city, and the city smelled of burning. Fortunately, the walls were high, and the flames never crossed and ignited the city. However, without further ado, I learned that under the grass were dry meadows. Cao Cao was going to lead his troops back.

Burn down the long shrine!

"Where is Mengde?" Cao Cao was about to say goodbye, but Zhang Miao also got up.

"Yesterday a fire burned all the thieves, and today I should return and break the siege of Changshe." Cao Cao told the truth.

"The Yellow Turban of Dongjun has suffered heavy casualties. Just in one go, destroy the remaining thieves. Why did you give up halfway? Zhang Miao asked.

"This ......"

Seeing that Cao Cao was speechless, Zhang Miao persuaded again: "The fighter plane will be lost in a moment." Instead of turning back and fighting against an enemy whose outcome is unpredictable, it is better to chase down the remnants of the defeated army and do your best. Otherwise, take care of one and lose the other, wait for the Yellow Turban of Dongjun to collect the thieves, make a comeback, and regret it too late! ”

This is the old man's words for the country.

It is also to persuade Cao Cao to learn how to calculate and know. Although the Yellow Turbans of Dongjun were defeated, the leaders were all there. The resurgence is only in the blink of an eye. And for Cao Cao, a small victory, and the work of extermination. There is no need to say more.

Seeing that Cao Cao was silent in thought, Zhang Miao persuaded again: "The siege of Changshe seems urgent, but in fact, it can be broken overnight. The Yellow Turban thieves have no siege weapons, and they are eager to break through the city guarded by the two generals. When the Yellow Turban of Dongjun is exterminated, it is not too late to strike back. ”

"Brother has a point." Cao Cao immediately made up his mind: "When the Yellow Turban of Dongjun is destroyed, it is not too late to return to the division." "This will report the military situation, integrate the soldiers, and prepare to levy the East County. For fear of delaying the fighter, he will report that 'the weather is dry and dry, and fire can be attacked'. If the right middle lang will be able to adopt, this battle is easy to hear.

East County, Yellow Turban Camp.

Guo Zu was sitting precariously. All the Qu Shuai under his command were covered in smoke and fire, and they sighed.

Hu Yu, who narrowly escaped with his life, is also among them. If he hadn't been vigilant, the Tarzan thieves would have suffered heavy losses.

Rao is like this, Zeng Sheng, Zhang Qiu, Zhang Jiao, and most of the people under the command of the three were also burned by a fire. Hu Yu was originally the commander of the light pole, and his subordinates were all folded in the country of Ji, and there were not many people. However, Guo Zu still has thousands of Taishan elite soldiers.

"Big brother! What should we do for now? Zeng Sheng spoke out indignantly.

Seeing Guo Zu's gaze, Hu Yu said: "Everyone here is a brother of life and death, don't hurt the harmony." The Yellow Turbans also suffered numerous casualties in this battle. The strong and strong were all killed in battle, and only a few thousand old and weak remained in the camp. Yanzhou Yellow Turbans are afraid that it is difficult to make a difference. It's not as good as ......."

"But it doesn't hurt to say it." Guo Zuyan said.

"It's better to go north and ......"

"Take refuge in the Qingzhou Yellow Turban." Zhang Qiu blurted out.

Hu Yu had to keep his mouth shut secretly.

Guo Zushen glanced at Hu Yu, and pretended to ponder: "Qingzhou is close to our cottages. But I don't know who is hosting the Qingzhou Yellow Turban? ”

"Zhang Rao, Guan Hai." Zhang Jiao replied.

"Is there a way?" Guo Zu asked again.

"I have several relationships with Zhang Rao. As for Guan Hai, he doesn't know. Zhang Jiao replied again.

Seeing that Guo Zu was noncommittal, Zeng Sheng said: "Big brother, when you decide, you will decide." Bu Ji and others have lost their morale, and it is difficult to do anything. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, it is better to go north to Qingzhou. ”

Guo Zu nodded immediately: "In this way, I will listen to the words of the brothers and go north to Qingzhou." ”

Then he said: "Where is Bu Qushuai, and how should I say it?" ”

"No need to say more. It is the best policy to pull out the camp at night. Zeng Sheng grinned. Seeing that things are not good, smearing oil on the soles of their feet is a common trick used by thieves. Once the truth is told and there is a dispute, it is not easy to get out.

And so they went back to their camps. When the rooster crows, go north to Qingzhou. Guo Zuyan said.

"Whoa!"

Hu Yu returned to the tent and had not yet slept. Someone outside the tent called: "Brother Hu." ”

"Brother Guo." Hu Yu hurriedly got up to greet him.

The person who came was Guo Zu. After entering the account, the two sat down. Hu Yu was about to speak, but was stopped by Guo Zu's hand. Listening to it, there was nothing abnormal, and Guo Zu whispered: "The time has not yet come." ”

Hu Yu nodded lightly: "Zhong Qu Shuai is still not dead. ”

"Yes, yes." Guo Zu sighed: "If you force your mouth to speak, it will be conflicting, but it will not be beautiful." You might as well follow everyone's words, go north to Qingzhou, and then make plans. ”

Hu Yu nodded and said: "It's just that Brother Guo, as Bu Qushuai said before, now the anti-thief is powerful, so King Ji is willing to open the net, if the anti-thief is pacified, it may not be possible." Brother Guo needs to plan early, and he is afraid of changes later. ”

"The heart of a virtuous brother is already known for his brother." Guo Zuyan said: "If you go to Qingzhou, you will find an opportunity to return to Jiguo." If the king of thistle really allows you to be a high-ranking official, you will have your own plans for your brother. ”

It turned out that the worry was here. Hu Yu clenched his fists: "Everything is up to the eldest brother's orders." ”

The Great Tent of Fortune. The white-haired yellow scarf is handsome, and he is borrowing wine to kill his sorrows.

The situation is very good, and the city is about to be breached. Unexpectedly, tens of thousands of elites were swept away by a fire in a blink of an eye. The Yanzhou Yellow Turban was no longer able to advance eastward. Instead of sitting back and waiting, it's better to ......

The word thistle king flashed in my heart. The entrance of Ganlin turned into boundless bitterness.

If you know today, why bother in the first place.

I heard a commotion outside the tent. Just as he was about to reprimand, the soldier had already panicked and reported: "Qu Shuai! Han night attack—"

"Hurry up and invite Guo Qushuai!" Bu Ji stood up suddenly.

"Guo Qushuai has gone to the camp empty!" The soldier opened his mouth with tears and mourning.

"Shhh His eyes were black, and the whole person was shaky. The blood swelled up, the throat was sweet, and there was a pop, and the mouth spurted blood.

Seeing Qu Shuai like this, knowing that the general trend had gone, the soldiers turned around and fled out of the tent, but were stabbed to death by a lance.

The thieves who are still coughing up blood will be overturned. Cao Cao led his elite cavalry and killed the camp.

"Hugh is going to spare one person!"