Luoyang City.

The hub center of the Han Dynasty should have been full of traffic and people, but at this moment, there was only a desolation.

On the main hall of the palace, Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty looked around the civil and military officials under the steps worriedly, and said in a low voice: "It has been more than a month since the Yellow Turban thieves were requisitioned, why haven't you seen good news for a long time?" On the contrary, the number of thieves is growing? ”

The officials were silent for a while.

The general He Jin looked stunned and stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, Zhonglang sent a letter from Lu Zhi yesterday, and he has already launched a siege of the Yellow Turban Thieves in Jizhou, and it is bound to be wiped out, and the day of success is just around the corner."

"Oh!"

Liu Hong responded indifferently, since the expedition, this kind of perfunctory answer, he has been numb to listening.

"I'm afraid that I deliberately delayed time and deceived Your Majesty......"

He Jin's eyes widened angrily, staring at the eunuch serving Liu Hong's side, and shouted: "Zhang Changshi, don't spew blood. ”

This person is the first Zhang Rang of the Ten Standing Servants, and he is called Father by Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, and his status is self-evident.

"Could it be that our family is wrong?"

Zhang Rang sneered unceremoniously.

He Jin was angry, and replied loudly: "Your Majesty, Zhang ......"

Without waiting for He Jin to speak, Zhang Rang bowed to Emperor Han Ling and said: "Your Majesty, yesterday Chen Liutaishou Zhang Miao sent good news, the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai Bu has been ambushed in the sour dates, and his subordinates 50,000 Yellow Turban thieves were defeated in a battle, which is really gratifying." ”

Liu Hong was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Is this really the case? ”

Zhang Rang replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, Bu Ji's head is just outside the palace gate. ”

"Good, good, good!"

Not long after, a small colonel carried a wooden box to the temple, and the bloody head inside was not who else could it be!

Liu Hong looked overjoyed, got up and shouted: "Chen Liutai guarded Zhang Miao for his meritorious work in suppressing thieves, and I want to reward him greatly!" ”

"Your Majesty, Zhang Miao still has a letter, please look at it."

Zhang Rang took out a letter from his waist and presented it to Liu Hong, which was the handwritten document written by Zhang Miao to Emperor Ling of Han.

Liu Hong finished reading it, his face was full of relief, Zhang Miao's document listed the merits of the entire sour jujube war, and by the way, he asked for a sour jujube order for his son Zhang Feng, and there was nothing else to ask for.

For Liu Hong, this matter is simply a trivial matter, Zhang Miao, as a taishou, recommended his son to serve as the county commander, only need to go through the form, it is enough to prepare a copywriter, and there is no need to report.

But because of this, Liu Hong attaches more and more importance to Zhang Miao, which shows that this person attaches great importance to him, the son of the dynasty, and Liu Hong also wrote down Zhang Feng in his heart.

The Yellow Turban thieves are so powerful that they have already made people panic, and Liu Hong urgently needs someone to stand up at this time to reverse this unfavorable situation, so as not to unstabilize the people's hearts.

"Spread the decree, give Zhang Feng the title of general Yangwei, garrison sour dates, and eliminate thieves."

"The old slave obeys!"

……

General's Palace.

He Jin roared loudly: "Damn Zhang Rang, he dares to openly provoke General Ben, sooner or later, General Ben will break his body into ten thousand pieces." ”

"Meng De, what's going on with this Zhang Miao, why did he suddenly turn around and take refuge in Zhang Rang?"

Cao Cao has had several relationships with Zhang Miao and has a certain understanding of Zhang Miao, but the ghost knows what Zhang Miao thinks.

Another young military general said: "General, the Yellow Turban thieves around Gyeonggi should not be underestimated at the moment, as long as I wait to destroy this group of thieves as soon as possible and hold heavy troops, when the time comes, how can the eunuchs be afraid!" ”

"It makes sense!"

This person is Yuan Shao, the son of the Yuan family, the third prince of the fourth generation.

……

In the inner courtyard of the palace.

In a palatial room, Zhang Rang slept on the soft couch, and said with a look of schadenfreude: "Everyone, now that the Yellow Turban thieves are everywhere, the people led by He Jin have begun to move again, vainly wanting to regain military power, so that I am equal to death. ”

"Zhang Gong Yingming, in this way, we can sit and reap the profits."

The other eunuchs all laughed.

……

In the sour jujube city, Zhang Feng opened the porridge shed with great fanfare, which attracted countless homeless people and ordinary people to drink porridge for a while.

"Young master, the food given by the master really can't withstand such a toss, if it goes on like this, at most half a month, the soldiers in the city will have no food to eat."

Looking at Zhang Feng, who was so big-hearted, Huo Lei said with a depressed face.

Zhang Feng completely ignored Huo Lei's depression and said with a smile: "This is called throwing bricks and attracting jade, you know a fart!" ”

"Xiuning, now there are a lot of military affairs in the city, and the matter of giving porridge and rice will all be left to you, and you can use the food in the treasury with confidence, if you don't have it, I will borrow a little more from Lord Taishou."

Zhang Feng said happily to Li Xiuning.

Watching the hungry victims gulping down rice porridge, Li Xiuning was greatly moved, her daughter's family was already kind at heart, and admired Zhang Feng's kindness.

"Please rest assured, Childe, it will live up to expectations."

Li Xiuning's martial arts are not low, and with the protection of ten black-armored soldiers, Zhang Feng naturally does not have to worry about rebellious people.

Cold weapons warfare is a war of population, as long as there are human resources, why worry about the unexpected.

Because of Li Xiuning's natural skills, she has her own ability to recruit homeless people, so it is really good to let her take charge of this matter.

"Young master, don't look at it, Miss Li is already busy, and the capital will let us go to the barracks!"

Zhang Feng turned around and glared at Huo Lei, muttering, "That's a lot of talk!" ”

Zhang Feng came to the barracks and saw Dian Wei scolding a group of Yellow Turban thieves who had just reformed their ways.

If people don't learn, they will fall behind, and if they don't sharpen their knives, they will rust.

How dare Zhang Feng slack off on the major matter of military training.

Looking at the step-by-step gestures of sticks by those recruits, Zhang Feng shook his head and said in a deep voice: "It seems that only Young Master Ben has personally gone into battle!" ”

Dian Wei ran over and said, "Childe, in the past few days, eight hundred strong men have been selected from the Yellow Turban Thieves, and the last general is strengthening training, hoping to go to the battlefield as soon as possible." ”

"Oh!"

Zhang Feng said casually, then turned back to Huo Lei and asked, "How many sets of weapons and armor are there from my father?" ”

"Five hundred sets!"

Zhang Feng thought for a while and said, "Dian Wei, gather these eight hundred people." ”

"No!"

As Dian Wei's order flag was unfurled, all the soldiers who were training quickly approached the platform, for fear that they would run a few steps slower and that dinner would not be settled.

Looking at the crowded recruits, Zhang Feng cleared his throat and said loudly: "Everyone, how many days can you eat enough?" ”

"Eat your fill!"

A few days ago, this group of yellow turban thieves were all so hungry that they couldn't straighten their waists, and they all thought that their death was coming, but they didn't expect that after joining the army, although they didn't have big fish and meat, they could still eat a full meal.

"But my son can't afford to raise idlers, white-flour rice is available, but not everyone can eat it!"

A group of people looked at Zhang Feng puzzled.

Zhang Feng continued to speak: "You have eight hundred people here, but I only have five hundred sets of armor here, which means that there are three hundred people who will have no armor, as for the consequences of going to the battlefield without armor, I won't say more, I think you all know it." ”

At this point, these people quietly understood what Zhang Feng meant, that is, there were three hundred people between them who were going to be eliminated.

"Tomorrow, everyone will get up in three shifts and run around the city for a week, and the last three hundred people will be eliminated directly, and those who remain in the army will continue to eat white flour and rice, and as for those who are eliminated, they can only be reduced to hard labor!"

"Understand?"

Looking at Zhang Feng's domineering appearance, the eight hundred yellow turban thieves who had just changed their identities were all trembling.

"It's all fucking dumb, Childe asked if you understand?"

Dian Wei shouted at the top of his voice.

"Got it......"