In the middle of summer in July, there is not a single cloud in the blue sky, the fiery sun scorches the earth, the water in the river is hot, and the soil in the field smokes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dongjun Taishou Mansion, Cao Hong complained to Cao Cao, who was diligently handling official business:

"Big brother, what the hell do you say this Zhang Renfu is doing? I've been here for more than a month, and I haven't sent troops yet, so what does it mean to eat and drink like this? ”

Cao Cao continued to flip through the official documents, without raising his head, and said:

"Shut up. Zilian, you can just say this in front of me, but don't spread it to Zhang Fan's subordinates, otherwise there will be many incidents......"

Cao Hong couldn't help but raise his voice: "Big brother, this court asked Zhang Fan to be the pastor of Yanzhou, and that was for him to pacify the Yellow Turban Thief!" But he still refuses to send a large army, so he sends a small force to harass, these tens of thousands of people eat horses every day, but they all depend on us to raise it! ”

Cao Cao said casually: "Since Zhang Fan came to Dongjun to help us quell the rebellion and suppress the bandits, naturally we will provide grain and grass." Isn't that normal? ”

Cao Hong said unconvinced: "But Zhang Fan basically doesn't send troops except for sending people to post notices and distribute leaflets every day, what kind of counterinsurgency is this?" It's obviously consuming our food in vain, is it possible that the yellow turban thief can still be consumed to death by him? ”

Cao Cao was so noisy by him that he had to put down the official document and said:

"You're right, Zhang Renfu is planning to drag them to death, as long as they drag it out, within two months, the Yellow Turban Army will have no way out but to surrender......"

Cao Hong said in surprise: "How is it possible, eldest brother, aren't you joking with me?" ”

Cao Cao sighed and analyzed: "There are 300,000 Yellow Turban troops in Qingzhou, and more than 100,000 men and women in the army, how much food do you have to consume every day?" Feeding is already very difficult. Qingzhou, the base of the rebels, was occupied by Yuan Shao's subordinate Zang Hong, and could not replenish the Yellow Turban Army. The soldiers and horses did not move the grain and grass first, if these people were eaten by the military mother, then they had to surrender...... What else can I do? ”

Cao Hong was dumbfounded, his mouth suddenly opened, and he muttered:

"I see, wouldn't it be easy to pacify the Yellow Turban thieves in Qingzhou? We can succeed ourselves, why do we need Zhang Fan! ”

Cao Cao's face was a little depressed, and he smiled bitterly:

"It's a pity, I only realized this truth after Shouzhang's defeat. blame me for being too light on the enemy at the beginning, not only killed Yuncheng (Bao Xin), but also broke many soldiers...... Even if Zhang Renfu's soldiers are strong and strong, and his strength is several times that of me, he can obviously reduce ten times with one force; However, he found another way, and adopted a soft policy from the beginning, and set a plan to lure him to surrender. From this point of view, I am not as good as him! ”

Cao Hong pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "Why should the eldest brother be arrogant. This Fan is obviously a timid mouse, opportunistic, and not a good job! If we have tens of thousands of troops and horses like him, I'm afraid we will already be drinking celebratory wine in Rencheng right now......"

Cao Cao laughed dumbly and reprimanded:

"Idiot! What a piece of rotten wood. Sun Tzu's Art of War: The first army is strategic, the second is to attack the enemy, the second is to attack the army, and then the siege is underneath. What is the highest level of military use? A soldier who surrenders without a fight. ”

Cao Cao took out a roll of bamboo slips from the bookcase and threw it into Cao Hong's arms:

"Give me a go, and copy the "Attack Chapter" thirty times."

Cao Hong looked bitter and sneered: "Big brother-"

Cao Cao's face turned pale, and he pointed to the door and reprimanded:

"Get out."

"No." Cao Hong hurriedly fled into the wilderness......

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After the main force of the Yellow Turban Rebellion was suppressed, peasants in Jizhou, Montenegro and other places revolted one after another and organized themselves under various names. The big ones are twenty or thirty thousand, and the small ones are six or seven thousand.

The thief Zhang Yan, a native of Changshan, is more in contact with the thieves in Zhongshan, Changshan, Zhaojun, Shangdang, and Hanoi valleys, and the number is up to one million, and he is called the Black Mountain Thief.

The peaks of the Taihang Mountains are repeated, and the altitude is more than 2,000 meters. The southeast of the mountain range is the Hebei Plain, and the northwest is the Shanxi Plateau, and the Hebei Plain leads to the Shanxi Plateau between the Taihang Mountains. The topography of the Taihang Mountains provides relatively convenient conditions for the mutual communication and strategic cooperation of the various units of the Montenegrin Army distributed in the valleys of the Taihang Mountains.

Since the death of the Zhang brothers, the Black Mountain Thieves have undoubtedly become the strongest Yellow Turban Army in the Han Dynasty, and their strength is far above the Qingzhou Yellow Turban.

After all, the Montenegrin army had fought with Gongsun Zhan, Yuan Shao, and Cao Cao successively, but as a result, these three northern overlords did not bargain for anything, and in the end they could only adopt a policy of appeasement - surrender.

In the main village of the Black Mountain Army, there is a man with a face like purple jade and beautiful eyebrows, he is about thirty or forty years old, with broad shoulders and a tall figure, as strong and burly as a god, and sits like a stone tower.

Due to the hot weather, the shirt was not tied, and the color of the two strong muscles on the chest was like a jujube wood board, and the purple oil was shining.

This person is none other than Zhang Yan, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army in Montenegro.

Zhang Yan is a fellow villager of Zhao Yun, both of whom are from Changshan Zhending, and their surname is Chu. The yellow scarves swarmed, and the teenagers gathered for thieves, and there were more than 10,000 people. Join forces with Zhang Niujiao. Zhang Niujiao died, and everyone Fengyan was handsome, so he changed his surname to Zhang. Zhang Yan plagiarized and defended quickly, so the army was called Feiyan.

Zhang Yan is the only person in the yellow scarf who has been able to die well. He surrendered to Cao Cao during the Battle of Guandu, and was appointed as the general of Pingbei and the Marquis of Anguo. After his death, his son Zhang Fang and his grandson Zhang Rong both succeeded successively.

At this time, Zhang Yan was condescendingly looking at the messenger kneeling in the hall, and frowned:

"Xu He asked me for help and wanted me to send troops to save him?"

The messenger who came all the way from Yanzhou said respectfully:

"Exactly. Our Qu Shuai is willing to serve Da Qu Shuai as the main one, and I only ask Da Qu Shuai to save our lives for the sake of being in the same vein as the Yellow Turban. ”

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you Qingzhou soldiers known as millions of people, but you can't help Zhang Fan's tens of thousands of soldiers and horses?" ”

The messenger complained: "Back to Daqu Shuai, that Zhang Fan is strong and clear, and he is pressing step by step, but Qingzhou has been occupied by Zang Hong, our grain and grass are exhausted, and the army is disheartened, how can we fight Zhang Fan?" ”

……

Zhang Yan asked the messenger to go down to rest, then looked at his subordinates and asked:

"What do you think?"

Everyone turned their heads to each other and talked about it, and a moment later a voice like thunder sounded first:

"Daqu Shuai, I don't think it's appropriate to send troops, the power of that sail, needless to say, everyone knows it. We don't need to recruit such a powerful enemy for ourselves......"

The person who spoke was stout, with big shoulders and a round waist, like a fruitful autumn and winter melon, his name was Zhang Leigong, and he was one of the more powerful Qu Shuai under Zhang Yan.

The marshals of Montenegro and Yellow Turban, this is not a crown, and they are self-represented, saying that those who ride white horses are Zhang Baiqi, those who are light and agile are Zhang Feiyan, and those who are bearded call themselves Yu Gengen, and those with big eyes call themselves Li Damu......

Most of the commanders of the Montenegrin army came from the bottom of society, and their names often came from a certain characteristic of their personal behavior. For example, because he speaks like thunder, he is called Lei Gong.

Another Qu Shuai also chimed in: "Da Qu Shuai, our grain and grass have long been tight, how can we have the spare strength to supply millions of Qingzhou compatriots, it is really beyond our strength!" ”

The rest of the people almost unanimously opposed the sending of troops to Yanzhou:

"Daqu Shuai, now Yuan Shao is attacking very urgently, and he has added Lu Bu as his wings. For us, the slightest carelessness is a disaster of destruction, where can we take care of others? ”

"Sending troops to Yanzhou will definitely attract Zhang Fan's pursuit, and when Yuan Shao, Zhang Fan, and Gongsun Chan attack from three sides, will there be a way for us to survive?"

……

Seeing the almost one-sided opposition of his subordinates, Zhang Yan had no choice but to follow the will of the people and send the Yanzhou messenger away in a few words...... (To be continued.) )