The next day, the spies sent by Zhao Feng the night before reported back.

"My lord, the Yellow Turban Army has about 50,000 people, with Cheng Zhiyuan as the commander and Deng Mao as the deputy general. The spy said.

"Well, good, let's go down." Zhao Feng nodded.

"Mr. Zhongde, what do you think?" Zhao Feng frowned, five thousand against fifty thousand! It's not a little bit worse.

"Lord, the disparity in strength is too great now, Yu is ashamed, I really didn't come up with any good way to break the enemy!" Cheng Yu thought about it for a long time, but he really couldn't think of any good way to break the enemy.

"Hey, forget it, Mr. Zhongde will go out for a walk with me." Zhao Feng also knew that it was difficult for Cheng Yu to come up with a strategy, so he didn't continue to ask questions.

The two of them came to the foot of the mountain on the other side of Daxing Mountain, only to see that Daxing Mountain is densely forested, although it is winter, the pines and cypresses in the middle are indeed countless, deep in the mountains, quiet and silent, quiet in the morning is a little terrible.

"Mr. Zhongde, you say, if there is an army that passes through the mountains and forests and goes straight to the rear of the Yellow Turban Army, will it have a surprise effect?" Zhao Feng asked on a whim.

"Good idea, but this sneak attack army must be strong, good at concealment, and the number must be well controlled, not too much, not too little, about a thousand people." Cheng Yu said.

"Huh? Then leave this task to the guard battalion! When Zhao Feng heard it, wasn't the army that Cheng Yu said exactly the thousand guard battalions he brought?

"Guard battalion? I don't know my lord, how long can this guard camp cross the mountain jungle? Cheng Yu asked.

"If you want to go to this mountain, you can cross it in about half a day, and the training of the guard battalion in the mountains and jungles is commonplace!" Zhao Feng said with a smile, as early as the beginning of the training, Zhao Feng wrote wild survival and jungle crossing into the training outline of the guard battalion.

"That's great! Even if we only have 5,000 men, it is not impossible to defeat 50,000! Cheng Yu said.

"Let's go, come back with me, and we'll take a closer look!" As he spoke, Zhao Feng pulled Cheng Yu and walked briskly towards the camp.

Back at the barracks, the two discussed again and finally settled on the plan. After the discussion, Zhao Feng summoned the generals to the big tent.

"Dian Wei, give you half a day, order you to lead a thousand guard battalions, cross Daxing Mountain, and wait for the opportunity to attack the Yellow Turban Army early tomorrow morning!" Zhao Feng ordered.

"Yes!" Dian Wei excitedly accepted the order.

"Zhang Fei, early tomorrow morning, go and call the battle! Be sure to kill the opposing general! Zhao Feng said again.

"Order!" Zhang Fei rubbed his hands and led the way.

"Zilong, follow me tomorrow and sit in the Chinese army!"

"No!" Zhao Yun clenched his fists and took the order.

Throughout the day, there was no movement from the Yellow Turban Army and the Youzhou Army, and the general seemed to have a tacit understanding of a day of truce.

Early the next morning, Zhao Fengjun got up early to make food. After the meal, he led the army to the Yellow Turban Army camp to call for battle.

"Report! Outside, there was a group of officers and soldiers, about 4,000 people, calling for battle outside the camp! The soldier said.

"Huh? Four thousand? Cheng Zhiyuan said, "Our 50,000 people have been repulsed, and these 4,000 people are not ready to be captured, take my war horse!" ”

After that, Cheng Zhiyuan went into battle and came to the outside of the camp with his deputy general Deng Mao.

"Where did the doll come from? With 4,000 people you want to challenge me? If you don't want to die, go home! Hahaha! Cheng Zhiyuan called Zhao Feng's poor 4,000 people and said.

"You Yellow Turban thief! Hurry up and get off the horse and surrender, your grandfather Zhang and my spear don't have eyes! Zhang Fei shouted.

"Noise! Someone will capture him for me! Cheng Zhiyuan said angrily.

"Hugh is rampant, watch me Deng Mao capture you!" said that he wanted Deng Mao to step forward and take Zhang Fei directly.

"Haha! Eat my old Zhang a spear! Zhang Fei stabbed out with a spear.

Deng Mao picked up the gun and wanted to stop it, but Zhang Fei's full spear could not be stopped by a mediocre talent like Deng Mao? Before Deng Mao could react, he was stabbed to death by Zhang Fei with a spear!

"Oh! Oh! Under Zhao Feng's instructions, all the officers and soldiers of the Liaodong Army cheered up for Zhang Fei and cheered.

"You!" Cheng Zhiyuan folded Deng Mao, and immediately slapped the horse and danced the knife, and came straight to Zhang Fei.

"Zilong, go and kill Cheng Zhiyuan!" Zhao Fengdao.

"Yes!" Zhao Yun came out with a gun and stopped Cheng Zhiyuan. Where is Cheng Zhiyuan's opponent for Zhao Yun? As soon as he took a look, Cheng Zhiyuan was picked off the horse by Zhao Yun!

"Oh! Mighty! Mighty! "The Liaodong Army is more energetic.

"Rush!" Zhao Feng waved his sword.

"Kill!" The male army is murderous and fights, and the warriors are shouting in the sky!

Under the leadership of Zhao Yun and Zhang Fei, the Liaodong Army brandished the steel knife in his hand and harvested the lives of the Yellow Turban Army.

At the same time, Dian Wei made a difficulty, killing from behind the Yellow Turban Army, and for a time, the Liaodong Army attacked inside and outside, and no one dared to fight; On the other hand, the Yellow Turban Army is suffering from the enemy on its belly and back, and it is difficult to escape! At this time, the wind is miserable, the men are crying and the women are crying, and the ghosts are crying!

"Those who descend will not be killed!" Zhao Feng shouted, and at the same time ordered the soldiers around him to shout.

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

"Those who descend will not be killed!"

……

Many of the Yellow Turbans immediately laid down their weapons and fell to their knees.

Because most of the Yellow Turban Army were poor people, had no combat experience, and the main general was beheaded in advance, the number of casualties in this battle of the Liaodong Army was almost zero! A big win! The victory of 5,000 against 50,000 completely launched the name of Zhao Feng, the Marquis of Liaodong!

The Yellow Turban Army surrendered in the First World War numbered nearly 40,000 people!

"General! Checkmate! At this time, a soldier ran to Yan Yan's tent and hurriedly reported, "The Yellow Turban Army has been defeated!" The Yellow Turbans are defeated! ”

"Huh? What's going on? Speak slowly! Yan Yan was overjoyed.

"It's the Marquis of Liaodong, he led an army of 5,000 and beheaded the generals! Defeated 50,000 Yellow Turban Army, killed more than 10,000 enemies, and surrendered 40,000! The soldier said.

"Really...... It's true? Yan Yan couldn't believe his ears.

"Really, General, the villain saw it with his own eyes, otherwise the villain wouldn't believe it!" The soldier said.

"Liaodong Hou! Liaodong Hou! That's amazing! I treated him like that the day before yesterday, I really shouldn't have treated him like that! Take me to see the Marquis of Liaodong! Yan Yan said.

"Yes!" led Yan Yan to the outside of Zhao Feng's camp, the camp was busy at this time, and no one paid attention to Yan Yan's arrival.

"Shanjun, you take two hundred guard battalions, escort these 40,000 people back to Liaodong, and hand them over to Zhicai!" Zhao Feng instructed Dian Weidao, "They are already homeless, I can't leave it alone anymore!" In the future, Liaodong will be their home! ”

"Yes! Lord, I will definitely do it! "Dian Wei promised.

It stands to reason that the captives should be killed, but Zhao Feng didn't do that, whether they are yellow turbans or not, they are essentially ordinary people, and they are all forced to rebel, if they can be fed and clothed, how can they rebel?

"Liaodong Hou Renyi, I might as well too!" Yan Yan said with emotion.