Chapter 2: Integrating the Hearts and Minds

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Zhou Ziyu, who understood the ins and outs, had some confidence in his heart, Guan Hai's prestige in the Yellow Turban Army was compelling, it could almost be said that it was a word, and he was only in a coma for a day, Zhou Ziyu was not more worried about the bloody subordinates seizing power.

Zhou Ziyu, who finished eating the food sent from the kitchen, finally recovered some of his spirits, and Zhou Ziyu, who had sorted out his memory, looked at the time and saw that it was almost time.

I have to say that the ancients' way of looking at the time is too buggy, and you will know the approximate time by looking at the next day.

"Subordinates, see the general, big brother, you are finally here, what do you have to order, just let Zhang Xu come over and say no! You've just woken up and rested.

Just Kong Rong's old man waited for two days when the siege equipment was ready, and my brother I will take the head of the thief in Beihai for you! ”

In a unified greeting sound, a big grinning voice seemed so different, and there were more than 50 big and small leaders around, but none of them opened their mouths to scold, as if they were used to it.

"Second brother, listen to me, if you say more, my fist has been a little itchy these days!"

Zhou Ziyu glanced at this Erbi young man helplessly, this person is Guan Hai's younger brother, Guan Wuren only has muscles but not brains as his name suggests, and he is also the only middle congenital stage in the Yellow Turban Army except for Guan Hai.

Hearing Guan Hai say that his fist was itchy, Guan Wu directly and obediently knelt in the first position on Guan Hai's left side, and Zhou Ziyu was not used to kneeling at the head of the tent.

Zhou Ziyu scolded the street in his heart at the moment, this custom of the Han Dynasty is too weird, there is not even a chair, the council can't sit and kneel.

Zhou Ziyu just wants to find a time to be free now, and he must get the chair out first, and it is not a matter to kneel like this all the time.

"Now that the people have arrived, then I have a few things for everyone to discuss, and any of you who has a good opinion can say it."

Zhou Ziyu glanced at it, and the thirty-one people kneeling in front of him said slowly.

"The first thing to do is that it will take a few days to get to Qingzhou Pingyuan County! How long will it take if 3,000 soldiers and horses arrive? ”

Zhou Ziyu knew that no matter whether he wanted to continue to attack the city or retreat next, the most important thing at this moment was to know how long it would take for the Weeping Emperor and his group to arrive on the battlefield.

"If General Qiqi is a fast horse, he can reach Pingyuan County in two days at the earliest, and if the three thousand soldiers and horses come lightly on cavalry, it will take about three days at the earliest, and if the infantry is the mainstay, it will take five days at the earliest."

After the thirty-one leaders exchanged heads for a while, the leader of the first place on the right stood up and clenched his fists and said.

"Got it, Xiang Fan, sit down first!"

Zhou Ziyu silently calculated in his heart, two days plus five days, even if Tai Shici agreed to send troops as soon as Liu Bei arrived, he would also go to ask Gongsun Zhan, after all, at this moment, he still belonged to Gongsun Zhan.

It will take at least two days to join the mobilization of grain and grass to gather troops, which means that even if Liu Bei is smooth, it will take eight days to arrive at the earliest.

If it is changed to a normal siege in eight days, it will not be able to defeat it at all, because although Beihai City is said to be weak in the army, it also has 4,000 soldiers and horses, plus the private soldiers of those warriors, there are at least seven or eight thousand soldiers to defend the city.

If you prepare siege equipment on your side, it will take two days, and 80% of the troops are soy sauce parties, and if you want to take this city, according to the normal way of fighting, more than half of the casualties will be killed, and it will take at least two or three months to solve it.

If it was the previous Guan Hai, it would naturally only be normal to attack the city and how strong the soldiers were, but now Guan Hai is integrated into the soul of a dead fat house who loves the novels of the Three Kingdoms in the 21st century!

Prepare to tremble, Kong Rong! Let you see the various schemes that the author of my Great Celestial Empire novel has come up with with a big brain!

"Xiang Fa listens to orders! Go to the Tiger Cavalry Battalion and select 300 cavalry to form a scout battalion, 12 people are a small team, 5 squads are a squadron, scattered to a range of 80 miles, each squadron is responsible for three hours, and I can detect all the warriors in this vicinity! ”

"If you give me reinforcements to prevent Pingyuan County, you must give me an hour! There is no confidence in the necklace! ”

Zhou Ziyu looked at Xiang Fa with a serious expression and said, one mile of land in the Han Dynasty was equal to 415 meters, and the reconnaissance range of the Yellow Turban Army was only 20 miles before, and it was still an hour before four teams of infantry soy sauce parties went out.

8,300 metersAccording to Guan Hai's memory, if a normal army marches, it normally takes about one and a half hours, and in terms of the discipline of the Yellow Turban Army, if the troops are assembled, it will take at least an hour to complete the assembly.

That is to say, if Liu Bei is secretly attacked, if the Yellow Turban Army is unlucky, it just happens that the scouts did not detect it, and they will not even be able to gather troops and beat them.

"General, if the reconnaissance area is to be expanded to eighty miles, then the food required by the scout battalion may be equivalent to 2,000 people."

Xiang Fa had a bitter face and didn't speak, and the leader who managed the logistics couldn't help but speak.

Originally, a horse would consume about a pound of grain and a large pile of forage every day if it did not move, but now if it had to march 80 miles a day to reconnoiter and return 160 miles, it would definitely have to double the amount of food.

And the Yellow Turban Army now has an average of less than half a catty of rice per person a day, and three hundred horses will eat about 1,200 people's food a day, plus the people in the scout camp, you have to run so far every day, it is impossible not to even feed people, right?

At the end of the day, it will take about a pound and a half of rice, and one person will probably have to eat three people's meals.

"Yang Jiye, how much grain do we have now?"

Zhou Ziyu heard Yang Jiye's words and his head hurt, as the saying goes, a good woman can't cook without rice, and a miscellaneous army that doesn't even have food is difficult to counterattack!

"General, we probably still have about 20,000 stone of food, and if we save a little, we can last for about four months."

Yang Jiye looked afraid of being scolded, and said slowly.

Zhou Ziyu naturally knew that the Yellow Turban Army's province was a little more province, and now the soldiers of other people's troops would eat about a pound of rice a day.

And the Yellow Turban Army's words on average three people don't even have a pound of rice, the Yellow Turban elite and the cavalry are a little better, one bowl of rice and two bowls of gruel to eat, and the soy sauce party is two bowls of gruel, the porridge is crystal clear, and the number of rice grains is about half of that of modern white porridge.

You must know that the ancient people didn't eat three meals a day, only two meals a day, and they couldn't even eat five minutes full, resulting in the appearance of the soy sauce party one by one, and even the ribs were clearly visible.

"You don't have to worry about the food matter, I have my own way to solve it! From today onwards, sergeants and soldiers will eat three meals a day, white porridge in the morning, and two bowls of white porridge in the evening at lunch. ”

Zhou Ziyu's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, and as he said slowly, a thick light flashed in his eyes.

Zhou Ziyu naturally deeply understands the sentence that a friend of the dead road is not a dead poor man, at this moment, Guan Hai has already led people to attack the county town, and Taishou is still a world-famous Confucian Kong Rong, which means that he will be the yellow turban thief in the future.

In the future, it is impossible to have a foothold in this world, as for the idea of taking refuge in the three major tycoons of the Three Kingdoms, Zhou Ziyu gave up after thinking about it carefully.

During the period of the Three Kingdoms, what happened to the Yellow Turban Army that took refuge in the princes? To put it bluntly, even in the past, I will not be treated well because of this identity.

At this moment, Zhou Ziyu just wants to prove himself well, maybe he will soon be strangled by the nobles and princes, but at least he can have a good time!

In my previous life, I was a dead fat house, and I had already spent my whole body in a nest, and finally ended up dying with thunder and thunder!

Is it so difficult in this life that you have to obediently find a big tree, and then live an ordinary life through your understanding of the history of the Three Kingdoms?

Or do you want to abandon the identity of the Yellow Turban Army and find a safe place with money, such as Xu Du living the life of a rich man?

Zhou Ziyu looked at the people who pinned their lives on themselves, and the more than 300,000 families of the Yellow Turban Army in their memories, those women, children and children, they also pinned their hopes on themselves, although they were no longer the real Guan Hai.

For Zhou Ziyu, who grew up in an orphanage, the eyes of these people in front of him brought him warmth, how could he be willing to give up on them without doing anything?

The prince will have a kind of Xiangning! I have heard this sentence countless times in my previous life, and I am in this life! I want to shout this sentence too!

"Guan Wu, Li Xu, Xu Zimin, listen to orders! You and the other three led 30,000 ordinary soldiers, 5,000 Yellow Turban elites, and 20 thousand elders to continue to besiege Beihai County, don't act privately! ”

Zhou Ziyu threw away the thoughts in his mind, and after thinking about it, he slapped the table with a face, made a loud noise, and said after talking to the big and small leaders.

"The last will obey!

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"Big brother, don't worry! With me, the old man dares to cause trouble! I'll cut off his head for you with a single sword!" ”

In the sound of neat slogans, Guan Wu's loud voice came again, Zhou Ziyu involuntarily glared at him, and Guan Wu was so frightened that he instantly raised his head and pretended to look at the sky.

"General!"

Yang Jiye looked at Zhou Ziyu, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

"Alright, needless to say, just do what I command!"

"Alright, you guys stand down first! Pass the order! Tomorrow at noon, the whole army will assemble, I have something to say! ”

After Zhou Ziyu finished speaking, he waved his hand and asked them to leave first, and then he slowly recalled the battle memories and martial arts moves in Guan Hai's mind by himself.

You don't care what you do! I'll do it!

Zhou Ziyu has already decided to do something to the Shi clan, since it is impossible for him to unite with the Shi clan, then why not kill it?

If you don't kill them, will you like yourself a yellow turban thief? It's not the same opportunity to shout and kill yourself, so why don't you fight the local tyrants?