Frustrated and persuaded: "My lord, this matter must not be allowed. The Yellow Turban thieves in Nanyang are huge, and there are tens of thousands of thieves in each case, and there are thousands of thieves in the few, and now there are more than 100,000 Yellow Turban thieves in Nanyang. And even if we add the 5,000 elite soldiers brought by Mr. Zhongjing, there are less than 30,000 people, and most of them are newly recruited recruits, and they don't even have decent weapons in their hands. The lord needs to think long-term. ”

Liu Xin couldn't see the suffering of the people living at the bottom, and said with a calm face: "Gonghe is right, our current strength is far inferior to the Nanyang Yellow Turban. But looking at the situation of the tens of thousands of people who have fled outside the city who have been left homeless, I can imagine what happened to those who fell into the hands of the Yellow Turbans. As a parent official, how can I not be heartbroken? In the past, there were no soldiers and horses in hand, but now with Zhongjing's 5,000 elite soldiers, plus the 20,000 new troops recruited by the son some time ago, he should be able to fight. I have made up my mind, so you should discuss and discuss how to recover Nanyang. ”

Tian Feng thought for a while and said: "My lord, I just received a report that the imperial court has appointed Lu Zhi as the general of Beizhong Lang to crusade against Zhangjiao in Jizhou; Huangfu Song was appointed as the general of the left middle lang and Zhu Jun as the general of the right middle lang to crusade against Yingchuan Bocai. Yingchuan is close to Beijing, and the imperial court will inevitably encircle and suppress it with heavy troops, and when Yingchuan is pacified, it will wave its army to Nanyang. It would also be a good thing if the lord could use this time to recover Nanyang on his own. From then on, Nanyang will be under the control of the lord. ”

Seeing that Liu Xin insisted on recovering Nanyang, he came up with a plan and said: "If the lord wants to take Nanyang, he should use a surprise attack." These days, Han Zhong, Zhao Hong, Sun Xia and others under the Yellow Turban Zhang Mancheng Division have divided their troops and plundered, and more than ten county towns have been broken in a row. But in this way, Wancheng must be empty, and the lord can lead an elite army to raid Wancheng at night. As long as Wancheng is taken, the rest of the thieves can be defeated individually. ”

Kuai Liang listened to the plan of the frustrated teaching, and felt the same way, and said: "I also offer a plan, Wancheng is at your fingertips." ”

Zhang Mancheng captured Wancheng in a surprise attack in the middle of the night, and lived in a spacious and comfortable Taishou Mansion, full of ambition. Now, every day with a yellow scarf on his head, there is an endless stream of people who come to him. Thinking of his past, facing the loess with his back to the sky, working hard year after year, not counting his belly, he had to often look at the face of the owner and pay attention to the difficulties of the servants. Now the hateful owner has long since been in a different place, and the servants have fled without a trace, and now he is the master of Wancheng, and he can drink wine in large bowls and eat meat in large pieces as he likes. Han Zhong and the others have good news every day, the plundered gold, silver and jewels are piled up in the front hall and back office of the Taishou Mansion, and he is now stomping his feet, and the entire Wancheng is trembling. Zhang Mancheng hugged Chu Gong's two beautiful concubines in his arms, Chu Gong's wife was kneeling aside to pour wine for them, and in the center of the hall, the wives and daughters of several Nanyang officials were singing and dancing. Zhang Mancheng took the wine glass from Mrs. Chu and drank it all, this is really cool!

When Zhang Mancheng was happy in the Taishou Mansion, Wancheng was a hell on earth. At the beginning of the Yellow Turban Army's entry into the city, the tragedy only occurred in the homes of the large families of the scholars in the city, where property was looted, women were killed, men were killed, and many families were wiped out. However, the situation soon got out of control, and the wealth and women of the big families of the scholars were basically taken away by the leaders of all sizes, so the Yellow Turbans who did not reap the benefits pointed their butcher knives at the ordinary people in the city, and at first only two families were plundered, and then slowly expanded, until the whole city was enveloped. More and more Yellow Turban thieves are involved in the chaos, and the incidents of killing, forcible annihilation, arson, and robbery are happening all the time. There are only two options left in front of the people, either flee their homes or wrap up yellow scarves and join the mob.

In the past few days, more and more people have entered Wancheng with yellow scarves on their heads, and Zhang Mancheng's team has grown, but his control over his subordinates has become worse and worse. There was not much to loot in the city, and many Yellow Turban teams went out of the city to loot on their own, and Han Zhong and the others had not paid him the proceeds of the robbery for two days. But all this, Zhang Mancheng doesn't care, he has lived for decades, he has never been so comfortable as now, he is drunk and dreaming all day long, he is red and leaning on the cui, he even thought that even if he dies now, it is worth it.

It was getting dark, and the streets of Wancheng, which had been noisy for a day, had not calmed down, and the streets and alleys were still full of groups of people in groups of three or five, drunk Yellow Turban thieves were wandering around, and women screaming and moaning in pain were heard from the houses on the side of the street from time to time.

On East Street, a tall young man wrapped in a yellow scarf and wearing a cloth coat stood on the street, staring firmly ahead with a pair of bright eyes, it was Liu Xin. Three days ago, according to the discussed strategy, he personally led more than 10,000 recruits to pretend to be Yellow Turban thieves and infiltrate Wancheng in batches. As long as these recruits are wrapped in yellow scarves, they are no different from the real yellow turban thieves, and even the weapons they hold are almost the same, which are also scythes and hoes, and they enter Wancheng almost effortlessly.

Zhao Yun stood to his left with a bright silver spear, and Dian Wei followed closely behind him with two large iron halberds. Nearly a thousand people had gathered around them, all of whom were wrapped in yellow scarves, some with hoes, some with iron rakes, and some with sticks, and followed closely behind Liu Xin. All of them wore a strip of white cloth around their right arm, which was a sign that they were friends with the Yellow Turban Thieves. Liu Xin walked in the direction of Taishou Mansion, waved his hand, Zhao Yun shook his spear, and rushed to the front first. At this time, the four gates and streets of Wancheng gradually appeared many people with yellow scarves on their heads and white cloths on their arms.

Zhang Mancheng was standing on the edge of the bed at this time, a naked [***] girl, holding the bed with both hands, pouting her ass and standing with her back to him. Zhang Mancheng crouched behind the girl, his body twitching back and forth. The girl is the daughter of Nanyang Juncheng, not beautiful, but Zhang Mancheng likes this feeling, watching these once high-ranking ladies and ladies being pressed under their bodies, listening to their gentle moans, Zhang Mancheng is particularly excited. When Zhang Mancheng was enjoying the pleasure with his eyes closed, he suddenly felt a chill in his back, and then his heart hurt, he opened his eyes, and a silver spear head was revealed on his chest, and the spear head suddenly disappeared again, and the blood on his chest splattered out, falling on the girl's snow-white back, blooming a large piece of gorgeous peach blossoms. Zhang Mancheng looked at all this incredulously, and gradually his body became weak, and he lay on the girl's body. Zhao Yun pulled out his waist knife, stepped forward, waved lightly, picked up Zhang Mancheng's head casually, turned around and walked out of the room, and there was a girl's scream behind him.

In Wancheng, the sound of killing was everywhere, and the battle went extremely smoothly. The dress of the Jingzhou army is the same as that of the Yellow Turban Army, the only special thing is that there is a strip of white cloth on the right arm. At that time, there were only about 20,000 Yellow Turban troops in the city, and they were neither guarded nor organized, and they soon collapsed. The battle lasted just over an hour before it subsided. At dawn, the surviving people quietly poked their heads out, patrolling the streets in groups of threes and threes, these people were dressed and even the weapons in their hands were the same as the yellow turban thieves, but there was no yellow scarf on their heads, and white stripes were wrapped around their arms, and a team of yellow turban thieves were being escorted out of the city, and the "Han" character flag was erected on the tower of the four gates. Wancheng was recovered by the imperial court!

Liu Xin didn't expect things to go so smoothly, it was like a dream, but he was not carried away by the victory, he understood that the Yellow Turban thieves who went to the counties to loot would soon come back to loot Wancheng after hearing the news, because most of the property they had robbed these days was now concentrated here. On the one hand, Liu Xin organized people to pacify the people in the city, repair the city wall, and prepare equipment to defend the city, and on the other hand, he sent people to send the news to Xinye, and he still had a backhand.

There is a valley fifty miles south of Wancheng, Zhang Fei and 5,000 Changsha elite soldiers have been ambushed here for a night, according to estimates, there will be a Yellow Turban defeated army fleeing here as soon as this afternoon. However, a cloud of smoke rose in the distance, and the soldiers tensed, their knives unsheathed, and their arrows wound. The figure in front of him was getting closer and closer, Zhang Fei looked at it and was surprised, this group of people turned out to be the elite soldiers of the big man who had lost his armor! Where is this soldier? Zhang Fei couldn't understand that the recruits brought by the lord had no armor, Xu Huang brought all the cavalry, and the officers and soldiers in Nanyang should have already collapsed.

Letting go of this group of officers and soldiers, there was a cloud of dust and smoke behind them, and the yellow turbans of the brigade pursued closely and gradually entered the ambush area. Zhang Fei waved his hand, "Shoot!" "Thousands of arrows were fired, and rocks rolled on the hillsides on both sides. The Yellow Turban Army was pursuing the officers and soldiers, not beware of arrows on both sides like flying locusts, and large and small stones rained down on their heads. The Yellow Turban Army was not in a queue, and suddenly ambushed on the way to pursuit, and there was a great chaos. Zhang Fei jumped on the horse, raised the eight snake spears in his hand, and shouted, "Kill!" The sergeants lying in ambush on both sides rushed into the enemy line with a shout like a fierce tiger in the mountains. Zhang Fei took the lead, stabbing left and right, and the place he passed was like entering a no-man's land.

In the Yellow Turban team, Zhao Hong was holding a long lance and was drinking to stop the rebellion, Zhang Fei caught a glimpse, turned his war horse, and rushed over. Zhao Hong suddenly saw Zhang Fei rushing to arrive, turned around and wanted to leave, Zhang Fei shook the spear in his hand, stabbed it with a brush, Zhao Hong's body shook for a while, and he got off the horse. Seeing that the Lord was about to be killed, the already chaotic Yellow Turban team turned and retreated, fleeing out of the valley, where the Yellow Turban Army was still swarming, trampling on each other in two strokes, with countless casualties. Han Zhong and Sun Xia, who were in the rear team, couldn't restrain themselves, and they also routed away with the brigade to the north. Zhang Fei then waved his army to cover up and kill, and chased closely.

Liu Xin stood on the tower of Wancheng, nervously watching the situation in the south, looking up at the sky from time to time, the sun had already risen high, and it stands to reason that the Yellow Turban Army should also come.

"Big brother, look, it's here!" Zhao Yun's eyesight was very good, and he saw a cloud of smoke and dust from a distance. Liu Xin's heart tightened, and he ordered: "Archers prepare!" He brought with him the newly recruited recruits, who had distinguished themselves in the battle that night, annihilating more than 8,000 Yellow Turbans in the city and capturing more than 10,000 prisoners. After the baptism of battle, many recruits have overcome their fear, but the self-aggrandizement of disdain for the Yellow Turban Army has quietly spread, which is also what Liu Xin is most worried about. Today, whether or not to block the Yellow Turban Army's full counterattack is the key to recovering the entire Nanyang, Liu Xin does not dare to take it lightly, according to estimates, the Yellow Turban's counterattack should have started yesterday, the Yellow Turban is a day late, the preparation will be a little more sufficient, and the defense of Wancheng will be a little more difficult. Liu Xin understands that as the supreme commander, he must have a clear understanding of this point.

The dust and smoke in the distance are getting closer and closer, and the strange thing is that this dust and smoke did not appear under the city of Wancheng, but went around the city and went in the direction of Yingchuan.