Near Anzhong City, after receiving Wenqi's letter, Sun Jian successfully intercepted a batch of grain and grass sent from Anzhong to Pei Yuanshao's army.

Seeing that Sun Jian was already prepared and could not rescue Pei Yuanshao's army, Zhao Hong, the Yellow Turban Divine Envoy, took 15,000 people to stick to the city and closed his door.

Now there are still 20,000 people under Sun Jian's command, and seeing that there is no hope of storming Anzhong, he is ready to continue to build the flooded city that he is best at.

When Sun Jian was busy, his subordinates reported that Wang Heng, the assassin of Jingzhou, came to support with 10,000 people, to tell the truth, Sun Jian didn't like this Wang Rong very much, and his letters to him were all in the tone of a superior person, and several military cooperation revealed a disdainful attitude towards Sun Jian.

Sun Jian was just about to go out to greet Wang Ei, but he saw that Wang Ei had already rushed in with a fierce momentum, and said, "Sun Wentai, what are you doing here?" ”

"The last general is preparing to flood Anzhong, and I have to bother Lord Shi to help me defend against the Yellow Turban Army in the city." Sun Jian arched his hand and said, a little dissatisfied with Wang Ei's question.

"Before Sun Wentai, you have flooded Lixian and Nieyang, causing how many innocent deaths, and now you have to kill again?"

"Didn't Lord Thorn Shi write too much in the city, the water system near Nanyang is developed, and the Shuishui River is not used, so he went to sacrifice soldiers to attack the city?"

"What about the people of the city?"

"How? What else, these people have long become the Yellow Turban Army, and they are all great sages and good teachers in their heads, where is there any Han court! ”

"These people have just been bewitched by the Yellow Turban Army, and they will naturally wake up in the future."

"In the woman's opinion, there are a full 15,000 Yellow Turban troops in that city, and there are more than 60 Yellow Turban wrestlers defending the city, and forcibly attacking the city is not enough for Lord Thorn Shi and my troops to be added together, not to mention that the 40,000 Yellow Turban Army in Xinye will come to Anzhong at any time, and how does Thorn Shi plan to capture the city guarded by these 50,000 people?"

"Sun Jian, you!"

After more than half a sentence, Wang Rong shook his hand and planned to lead the troops away, but was forced by Sun Jian to take a step.

"Lord Thorn Shi can go, but his soldiers must stay." Sun Jian said coldly.

"What if I don't stay?"

"The Yellow Turban Thieves are very powerful, and I can't guarantee the safety of Lord Shi." Sun Jian's tone was cold, revealing a murderous aura.

Huang Gai, Cheng Pu and several other generals around him were already holding knives in their hands.

"Sun Jian, do you still have a history of assassination in my eyes?"

"Send Lord Thorn Shi back."

After Sun Jianqiang sent Wang Rong away and took over the 10,000 men brought by Wang Rong, the number of soldiers under his command had reached 30,000, just waiting for the water of the Shushui River to pour into the city.

In the middle of the night that day, the torrential rain began to fall as Sun Jian expected, and the city that had been surrounded by Anzhong for more than two months was ambushed by Han Zhong and Zhao Hong once on the way, for today.

"Start releasing the water, Cheng Pu and Huang Gai will lead the troops on the boat, Han Dang and Zu Mao will block the four sides of the city and kill all the Yellow Turban troops who wade out of the water."

Sun Jian's soldiers were all ordered to go, and the sandbags that intercepted the water began to be removed by Sun Jian's troops, and after a few days of preparation, the rushing water was successfully guided towards Anzhong.

The rainstorm outside was like a note, the city gates of Anzhong were closed, and the defenders were much less than usual, and they all hid to the side to avoid the rain, in such weather, even if the city gates were wide open, no one would come to attack the city.

At least these Yellow Turban Army feel so, although Sun Jian has long had a precedent of flooding the city, but the Yellow Turban Army's military discipline is scattered, and the general Zhao Hong is not the material for marching and fighting, plus the defenders in the city are all the original 5,000 people of An Zhong and the 10,000 people brought by Zhao Hong from Nanyang, and they have never suffered Sun Jian's loss, so they never thought that Sun Jian would release water to flood the city.

The wind and rain drowned out the sound of the rushing river, and it was not until the city was knee-deep that the Yellow Turbans could no longer sleep, and no one began to report.

"My lord, it's raining so hard that the city is starting to get water!" A Yellow Turban reported to a centurion.

The centurion woke up from his deep sleep, and he didn't know how heavy the rain had just now, and when he saw that the water had reached his knees, he asked his men to check whether the grain and grass had been flooded.

"My lord, Zhao Hong's envoy asked you to send someone to open the city gate and release water out of the city."

The centurion was also worried that opening the city gate would allow Sun Jian's army to take advantage of the situation, but then he thought about how Sun Jian could go out of the city in such weather, and it was estimated that he was also in the camp to rescue grain and grass materials, so he took a few people to Kaicheng to release water.

When the defenders of the city saw that the lights were everywhere in the city, and did not know what was happening, they saw a couple approaching the city gates, and asked, "What is the matter?" ”

"The water in the city is serious, and the gods let the door open to release water to alleviate the waterlogging."

"Is the city so flooded?"

The soldier, who had been hiding from the rain all night on the walls, was unaware of it, and when he heard them say this, he looked out of the city.

There was no sign of the enemy outside the city, but it was white, as if the ground had risen a lot, and the soldier went out in the rain to look under the wall, only to find that the water was almost level with the wall.

"Don't open the door, don't open the door!"

The soldier ran over and told the people in the city to stop opening the door, but the rain and wind were so strong that the people in the city did not hear clearly.

As soon as the city gate opened a gap, the water immediately poured in, and several Yellow Turban soldiers who opened the door were swept away in an instant, and all the water outside the city began to pour into the city.

Sun Jian, who was outside the city, saw that the time had come, and took Huang Gai, Cheng Pu and 8,000 soldiers and began to enter the city by boat.

Soon the water in the city was poured to a height of more than a zhang, some of the luck almost drowned in the Yellow Turban Army as soon as they woke up from their dream, a large number of Yellow Turban Army squeezed onto the roof, many houses could not bear the weight and began to collapse, even if some did not fall, they could not last long in the water, and now only the city wall is the most stable, full of Yellow Turban Army, but these people are also in a hurry, and they don't even bring weapons and armor.

Sun Jian's troops drove the boat to clear the floating corpses and entered the city, but they did not encounter decent resistance at all, the huge body of the Yellow Turban Lux only exposed half of his head, his movements became more sluggish, he couldn't maintain his balance in the water when he walked, and his weight on the roof was too large, fortunately, it was a soldier summoned by a spell, and he didn't need to breathe, otherwise he would drown himself.

Sun Jian, Huang Gai and Cheng Pu set up boats respectively and began to harvest these Yellow Turban wrestlers, but they really couldn't deal with them, so they hung ropes and dragged them to the depths of the water to solve them, and almost all the Yellow Turban Army in the city were lambs to be slaughtered.

Those who had good water quality, or who were lucky enough to escape from the city with planks and trees, had to face Han Dang and Zu Mao's troops.

After two days, when the water receded, Sun Jian had successfully taken Anzhong, but he didn't know where this Zhao Hong had gone.

On the other side, Pei Yuanshao took his army of 40,000 people, and after receiving the rescue grain and grass from Anzhong was intercepted by Sun Jian, he gave up the camp in Xinye and rushed to Anzhong, relying on killing only a dozen or so war horses to make military food to maintain his physical strength along the way, but when he was still two days away from Anzhong City, he received the news that Anzhong City was broken by Sun Jian.

Even though Pei Yuanshao was a loyal believer in the Taiping Dao, he was also a little dazed, pious faith and physical hunger were fighting in his body, and after killing a few Yellow Turban soldiers whose beliefs were not firm enough, Pei Yuanshao sat on the ground dejectedly.

Without food, these nearly 40,000 people will all starve to death, unless they are disbanded on the spot and let them fend for themselves, but once the troops are disbanded, how can they make a deal with the divine envoy Zhang Man.

Pei Yuanshao was embarrassed in every way, slammed his fist on the ground to vent the depression in his heart, and suddenly found that the blood flowing from the dead Yellow Turban Army on the side gathered together and began to boil.

The blood rose in front of Pei Yuanshao, becoming like a painting, and a human face gradually appeared on the painting. Although Pei Yuanshao has never seen this person, he has seen his portrait countless times.

"Great Sage and Good Teacher!" Pei Yuanshao was surprised and delighted.