Some people say that a true strategist can judge the situation and find the best time to defeat the enemy, but the more powerful the strategist, the more he likes to use fire to destroy the opponent, so there are many fire schemes in the future, such as burning the black nest, burning Bowang, burning Xinye, burning Chibi, burning the company camp, burning the upper valley, etc...

- Strategists

"Great!"

"I can see such a simple strategy!"

"The enemy is really stupid."

"Stealing chickens doesn't make rice..."

"Now I've been cornered."

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With the sound of all kinds of fighting on Sun Xia's side, Zhu Guan's expression on the opposite side was extremely calm, he listened to the sound of fighting in the mountains and forests, as if listening to a beautiful rhythm, he took out a painting from his arms, and after opening it, a simplified picture appeared.

"The great painter said that General Zhu was jealous of the rumors of the rise of the Huangfu family, so jealousy would make people become ignorant, so before leaving, he handed me a few picture scrolls, I thought I would never use them, but I still used them today..."

This picture is as if the great painter himself came here to check the terrain, there is suitable for ambushes, and it is very easy to produce a sense of friend and foe, so it is important to explain that if it is an enemy, he must send someone to rob the car here, and the above is very clear in detail, so with the reminder of this painting, Zhu Guan deliberately cooperated to create today's predicament.

When the enemy's plan meets ours, we will plan it...

"Shoot the arrows! Not a single one to stay! An indifferent voice sounded from the mountainside, and countless soldiers stood up from it, and the arrows in their hands shot like rain, shooting towards the tens of thousands of soldiers led by Sun Xia.

Somewhere on the hill outside the castle of Chosha...

"The Yellow Turbans lost 10,000! The enemy lost eight thousand! Sun Xia hugged his fists covered in blood and said to Bo Cai, and Deng Mao, who was standing next to Bo Cai, said with a moving expression: "Doesn't it matter whether you win or lose?" ”

"It seems that there is a master to guide you!" Deng Mao's puzzled look flashed, and he laughed, but Bo Cai's expression remained unchanged at all: "Do you need to attack the city?" ”

Deng Mao nodded, Bo Cai took Sun Xia and turned to leave, Deng Mao looked at the three big men standing behind him and said, "The three brothers of the Zhang family, our brothers on the mountain may have encountered resistance..."

"Do you need me to wait to clear the siege?" The older man among the three clenched his fists and said, Deng Mao shook his head, carefully feeling the cold wind on the mountain and said, "I'm waiting for an opportunity!" ”

"Is it the time of day..."

On the wall of the Changshe City, Zhu Jun's expression moved, and he immediately made a boo, and after a full quarter of an hour, Zhu Jun immediately spoke: "Release the arrow!" ”

The arrows fell from the night, although the soldiers didn't know why they released the arrows, but as the arrows fell, a painful sound sounded from below, and everyone immediately reacted: "Enemy attack!" Enemy attack! ”

I saw countless Yellow Turban soldiers appear under the city of Changshe, and they quickly came towards Changshe, Zhu Jun said with a moving expression: "Pour oil and ignite the fire!" Rolling stones, falling wood! ”

Then the rolling stones and fallen logs that had been prepared long ago were thrown down one after another, blocking the attack of the Yellow Turban soldiers. Countless arrows were fired, and another wave of Yellow Turban soldiers fell!

I don't know who threw the sparks, and the black oil that fell on the city wall immediately burst into flames, instantly burning dozens of Yellow Turban soldiers who couldn't dodge.

Bo Cai saw this scene and waved his hand: "Withdraw the troops!" Then countless Yellow Turban soldiers withdrew like a tide, leaving behind hundreds of corpses, and the Yellow Turban soldiers were no longer visible.

"Sure enough, there are masters to help you!" Bo Cai's expression showed an interesting look, looked at the city of Changshe in the distance, turned to the mountains and forests, and said, "So... Next, the third type of strategy is executed! ”

On the city wall, Zhu Jun frowned deeply, looked at the retreating Yellow Turban soldiers and said: "Zhu Guan, if you are an enemy general, after the food transport team failed to set up an ambush, you attacked the city again, but before you attacked for half a moment, you suddenly withdrew your troops, what are you thinking?" ”

Zhu Guan's expression moved, picked up a picture scroll, and looked at the above under the dark night, and the figures of yellow turban soldiers appeared under the city wall, and the payment was careful of night attacks! It's just...

"Temptation! This is just a temptation..."Zhu Jun clenched his fists seriously and said, Zhu Jun looked stunned, as if he thought of something: "If the grain transport team is robbed, we will not only lose a large number of soldiers, but it will be difficult to fight a protracted war, but now, although more than half of the food has been lost, the enemy army has also suffered heavy casualties, and now the sneak attack on the city is repelled by the means arranged in advance by us, so what kind of strategy will they use next?" ”

A faint sense of uneasiness rose in Zhu Jun's heart, since the grain transportation team almost made a mistake, his plans were all disrupted, and he always felt that the enemy could see through everything, which gave him an extremely bad feeling.

Zhu Guan also frowned deeply, carefully took out the third scroll, opened it immediately, and said with a sudden change in his face: "In front of my eyes... The picture shown is a huge fire that burns the entire earth! ”

"The time has come..."Deng Mao stood on the top of the mountain, a gust of wind blew his hair flying, he felt the strong wind, and said with a sneer: "Let our raging fire start from here... Burn the whole world! ”

"The fire rides the wind, the time is coming..."Bo Cai felt the seasonal wind around him, his face showed a hint of relief, and there seemed to be endless flames in his eyes: "All the soldiers obeyed the order, immediately besieged the city, and no one could escape, I want them to surrender in despair!" ”

"The back of the long shrine is the mountain forest, and there are half-human-high weeds and trees on both sides, if it weren't for the need for people to come and go in front, the grass and trees were removed, I'm afraid there would be fires on all sides, but the enemy is taking advantage of the sparse grass and trees in front of him, deliberately ambushing heavy troops, as long as one of us escapes from the city, we will be killed by random arrows!" Zhu Jun watched the soldiers fleeing outside the city of Changshe being killed by random arrows, and there was a hint of realization in his eyes.

"The time of day... Location... And is it? Zhu Jun looked at the raging fires burning on three sides, the smoke had drifted into the entire city, and now this has become a dangerous city, everyone is afraid, not to mention stabilizing the morale of the army, even the deserters... It's all starting to appear.

"What a good plan! If it is as expected, there should be one of the Taiping Nine Holy Sons on the other side! Zhu Jun had a look of deep exhaustion in his eyes, he lost this war!

But the war hasn't really started yet... I'm already defeated!

"General! Don't give up... We still have great painters! Zhu Guan knelt down suddenly, and said with a resolute expression: "General, the reason why we fought with the enemy in the first two times was that the great painter had already given me a plan, so in this way, his judgment was not wrong, as long as we continue to follow his strategy, we still have hope!" ”

"Oh? Is that the hairy boy who has never admitted it? Zhu Jun took the three pictures in Zhu Guan's hand, exquisite painting, although it is just a random sketch, but it will appear several crises everywhere, and also contains the corresponding strategy against the enemy, no wonder Zhu Zhu suddenly became the enemy prophet, it turned out to be these paintings...

When Zhu Jun was pondering, he looked at the last painting again, and an indissolvable haze rose on his face, like thick smoke rolling outside the city, and said: "Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, do you want to keep tonight?" ”