looked at Xu Huang, who was stepping on a tattered straw sandal in front of him, the halberd in his hand was bright, and Xu Huang had a little unwillingness and apology on his face.

knelt down and asked for guilt, "Young master, if you fail to capture the enemy general, please ask the young master to surrender." ”

Zhang Yu naturally didn't blame Xu Huang, and came to Xu Huang's side to help him up.

"The general's martial arts are extraordinary, he should be the first person in our army, and this time he retreated from the enemy army, all because of the general's merits!"

Hearing Zhang Yu praise himself like this, he was a little embarrassed, and he was even more embarrassed when he saw his bare feet.

"Ahem, Brother Xu, I'll ask them to weave you a new pair of straw sandals."

Xu Huang panicked and wanted to put his feet away, but unfortunately it was a bit big and couldn't be contained. Helplessly, divert the topic.

"Young master, why don't we send someone to chase and kill that team of men and horses, so as to prevent future troubles, and we are willing to fight again!"

Do you want to have a dead end or a bad life? I still don't know Cao Cao's attitude, and it is unwise to rashly make an enemy of him.

"General Xu's heart boy knows, but we don't know the enemy's intentions, we don't know the hostility, and it's really unwise to make enemies."

Xu Huang listened to the young master's argument, half understood, nodded and followed, the young master's words are military orders, obey it, and no longer mention the pursuit.

Xiahoudun's subordinate generals also had doubts, and asked their own generals,

"General, why didn't you give the order to storm the city?"

"Luoyang City is thick, the enemy's defenders are not a few, we have no siege equipment, the battle is not wise, if you go back to the customs, fly the letter to report to the lord, and then do the consultation, it is not too late to attack.

Xiahoudun naturally wouldn't be full of thoughts about attacking Luoyang City to see what was going on, now his mind was full of the figure of the strong man just now, if that person could be used by Cao Gong, how good would it be!

Each has his own thoughts, and Luoyang does not fight.

This night, Zhang Yu lay on the bed, thinking about the difference between the enemy and me during the day, such a yellow scarf, how to survive at this time, no wonder he was exterminated by the princes early, if he is another identity, it doesn't matter, but he is Zhang Jiao's son, this is very different.

The Yellow Turban is him, he is the Yellow Turban, although he is very reluctant, but this is the truth.

What's more, in the past two months, his opinion of the yellow scarves has changed dramatically, they are just a group of lovely and pitiful people in troubled times, Zhang Yu doesn't want to see them perish, they die, their mother will be sad, and he may also be sad.

The night sky is very bright, the stars in the sky are shining, piecing together different shapes in the air, there are graphics, words, thousands of forms, beautiful, but unfortunately Zhang Yu has no time to take care of it, he also has a lot of stars in his heart, a few are brighter than others, they are called training, self-preservation, and survival.

But how do you train this soldier, the teacher doesn't teach these when you go to school, think about the books you've read, think about the TV series you've been exposed to, and follow them?

If only Lu Bu was still here, he must know how to train soldiers.

Can Zhang Jiao also train soldiers, wasn't the yellow scarf he was also very powerful when he was there?

Thinking about it, my eyelids couldn't hold it anymore, and I fell asleep, and there seemed to be the sound of pheasants crowing outside the window, and the sun began to drive the stars and moon in the sky, and the sky was almost dawn.

"Why does Xiao Yuzi love to sleep so lazy, just like her father before!" Holding a dogtail grass and standing in front of Zhang Yu's bed, Xiao Ling'er scratched Zhang Yu's nose with grass while complaining in a low voice, only she could hear it.

Xu Huang was guarding outside, not knowing that his young master was being teased in every way at the moment, but he glanced at his new straw shoes from time to time, and the joy in his heart was self-evident.

The sun was shining, it was not early, Zhang Yu finally woke up, yawned a lot, stretched, rubbed his eyes, hummed the dogtail grass in his nose, and slept comfortably! Kindness? How can you have a dogtail in your nose?

Looking around, there is no one else, it's really strange, the dogtail will still drill its own nostrils? Forget it, there are many things to do today, ignore them.

Dressed and put on shoes, folded the quilt, and went out to wash his face.

As soon as he left the door, he saw Xu Huang and just asked, "General, can anyone enter my room?" ”

Zhang Yu's question made Xu Huang come back to his senses, thinking about the appearance of the little girl's coquettish request just now, and seeing that his young master didn't have much temper, he betrayed his young master for the first time, and replied, "No, there is no one else." ”

Is it really weird? Xu Huang is so loyal, he shouldn't be able to lie, where does the grass come from?

With this small doubt, and with the big doubt of military training, Zhang Yu took Xu Huang to the hall and summoned the generals, saying that they had something important to tell them.

It's still the same people as a month ago, but their faces are much better, and this month's life is much better than that of the poor mountains and forests, at least occasionally there is meat to eat.

"Young master, I don't know what to do when I was summoned to come here today?"

Well? Have you already arrived? I was still thinking about the dogtail grass, but I didn't pay much attention to whether the people were together or not.

After brushing his thoughts, he spoke,

"How is General Yang's injury, is there a big problem?"

Zhang Yu's concern caught Yang Feng a little off guard, "Young Master Xie cares, he only suffered some skin injuries yesterday, and he is almost recovered today, so he is not in the way." ”

"That's good, I believe everyone knows it, why General Yang was injured, yesterday there was an army shouting from outside the city, that is really a strong soldier!"

"Young master, our Yellow Turban is not a weak brigade, it scared off the enemy army yesterday and raised the prestige of our army!" Sun Xia immediately reported to Zhang Yu, showing a proud look.

The people below applauded and were triumphant.

Yesterday, it was clear that he had taken advantage of the geographical advantage, and he was scared more and less, no wonder the yellow scarves would be defeated, and the arrogant soldiers would be defeated, not to mention that he was still a weak soldier, and he was weak and did not know himself, and he would definitely die.

"Yesterday, our army was unparalleled, and General Xu defeated the opponent's general and won his halberd, which is gratifying!"

When everyone heard this, the word smug was written on their faces, but Zhang Yu's words changed, "However, I look at the yellow turbans in the city, although the momentum is strong, but there is not much combat power." ”

After everyone heard this, they were a little surprised, a little puzzled, their young master always spoke amazingly, and today is no exception.

"Young master, how do you say this?"

"Sit quietly and listen to me."

"First, although there are many yellow turbans, most of them are homeless people, and there are very few people who understand martial arts, and their combat power is naturally insufficient."

No one refutes.

"Second, although the generals are brave, but looking at the generals, it seems that no one understands the way of the formation, although there are many soldiers, but they have not practiced the formation, and the combat power is naturally low."

Still quiet.

"Third, our weapons and equipment are really poor, can the wooden stick kill the enemy?"

"If you ignore the three points on it, the yellow scarf will be extinguished soon!"

Well, why didn't anyone speak, and there was nothing wrong with me saying these three points, did I say it too much?

There were thousands of expressions on everyone's faces, each with their own demeanor, and it could be seen that most of them were unconvinced.

Sure enough, the child's words were still not convincing, and it seemed that the man had to move out. Who? My father, a great sage and good teacher, a general of Tiangong, the ancestor of the Yellow Turban, and Lord Zhang Jiao.

"Generals, the above words were entrusted to me by my ancestor last night, and he didn't want the yellow scarf to be destroyed!"

When they heard this, they left their seats, stood up, knelt down again, and bowed their heads, saying,

"The words of the young master, are they really the words of the master's dreams?!"

It seems that Zhang Jiao's prestige is still greater, and his followers are really religious, even crazier than modern star-chasers.

"Naturally, a certain young master, An bullying you, etc.? My father entrusted me with a dream to save the yellow scarf! ”

kowtow again, "The young master is the chosen son, there must be a way to save my yellow scarf and save the people in this world!" ”

In this way, I'm not welcome, just practice blindly according to my own ideas.

"Generals, please get up quickly, the yellow scarf is the general's yellow scarf, and it is also my yellow scarf, how can I let it go."

The generals got up and returned to their seats, this time, the pride on their faces was gone, replaced by a little trepidation, "I don't know what the young master will do?" ”

coughed twice, deliberately cleared his throat, and raised his volume,

"Generals, you first pick out the able-bodied men of each department, above eighteen and under thirty, without injury or disease, and then divide them into eight routes, which are the regular army, and the rest of the old and weak are formed into an army of their own and are reserve forces."

"Write it down?"

"I'll write it down, but I don't know why it's divided into eight paths?"

Because the Eighth Route Army is very powerful! Invincible! Zhang Yu thinks so.

"This is also entrusted to me by my father!"

The generals will not dare to refute, and from there, there will still be confusion,

"Young master, what is the name of this eight-way soldier? Who received it? What's the use of dividing it? Why not merge into one army? ”

There are so many questions, but Zhang Yu answers them one by one.

"Eight road soldiers, one of them is Qian, Yang Feng leads, the second is Kan, Sun Xia leads, the third is Gen, Han Zhong leads, the fourth is Zhen, Guo Da leads... And then Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui are all points to the generals.

Listening to this naming, these words are somewhat familiar, as if the master often read these words when he was alive, and each will look solemn and memorize it firmly.

The generals who were not named were dissatisfied and complained, but Zhang Yu naturally saw it in his eyes.

Without paying much attention, Zhang Yu ordered again,

"These eight generals, from tomorrow, each general will practice on his own, no matter what method, once a decade, with a stick as a tool, pick a thousand people to fight each other, the winner, have meat to eat, can receive some good weapons, the loser, see others eat meat, weapons, find a way to go.

And defeat is a mistake, those who are not selected can replace the defeated generals and become the new commander, and so on, there must be no mistakes, what do you think? ”

Zhang Yu is very satisfied with his arrangement, there will be growth only when there is competition, this is what he learned when he was in school, and this is still the case among students, not to mention that the self-esteem of these yellow turban generals is so strong, he naturally has to make good use of it.

Everyone is still discussing, some are full of confidence, some are worried, and some are already eager to try, and there is a good thing that competition will always end.

I called Xu Huang again, brought a pen and paper, and wrote something on the paper, the word military regulations, vigorous and powerful, but it was just in Zhang Yu's eyes.

First, wake up from sleep and ensure sleep,

Second, those who bully others, act recklessly, stir up morale, and do not obey military orders will be expelled.

Third, those who raise their voices and laugh, despise the ban, and despise military regulations will be chased away.

Fourth,。。。

Sprinkled, more than ten military regulations, jumped on the paper.

If there are no military regulations, how can it be a military?

Now that the military regulations are freshly baked, the yellow turbans here can finally be called the yellow turban army!

After half an hour, leaving the confused and arguing generals in the room, Zhang Yu touched his empty belly, left the hall, and looked for something to eat.