"The eldest prince seems to be inappropriate this time, these two guys have stuck their troops by the river, probably to prevent you from setting fire!" Zu Ping said to the map.

The grandmother on the side also nodded, and the other extremely ancestral teenagers also agreed.

Zu Zhao smiled, and the entire Yellow Turban Army that he burned changed color when he saw the fire.

But the invisible soldier cannot be bound within a fixed framework, how can he attack with fire again and again? Besides, how can there be so much tung oil?

And at this time, the father and son of the oil seller came to the door again, and they gave preferential treatment to these two Zu Zhao, as long as there was something to come to him at any time, as long as Zu Zhao could do everything for him.

In Zu Zhao's eyes, the oil seller, father and son, are geniuses, folk wizards. The great wisdom of the people, although there is a philistine, but there is no lack of great intelligence.

"Prince, our goods here are all located, last night I saw that there were large fire clouds under the sunset, after all, there will be a torrential rain pouring in, our goods are in low-lying places, if it rains rain, all of them will be lost!" The oil seller was talking about their tung oil, so they came to beg Zu Zhao to let them move the goods to Xu Wuzu's house earlier, and it was their current idea to have their back to the big tree to enjoy the shade.

"Zu A-nu, you let the sons and daughters move their tung oil, and then let them go to Xu Wu!" Zu Zhao smiled and spoke, in his eyes, the oil seller already belonged to the category of skilled craftsmen, and in the eyes of others, these businessmen were lowly existences, but Zu Zhao understood that talents were rare,

Zu Anu nodded and went with the group.

Zu Zhao looked at the father and son of the oil seller, and seemed to realize something, when Zu Ping and the other teenagers were discussing, he frowned and looked at the terrain on the map, and a plan in his heart had been formed.

At this moment, he was facing the west, and sure enough, he saw that the sun was setting and there was a large area of fire clouds, and this time the area of the fire clouds was larger. Only Zu Zhao understands that this burning cloud is the cold air that later generations said, or the super cold air from Siberia, the great drought in the world has lasted for nearly a year, and it is precisely because of the drought that the displaced people have lost their homes, causing the Yellow Turban Army to rebel continuously.

It is common sense that a great drought will be followed by a great flood.

Although he had a plan in his heart, Zu Zhao couldn't be happy in his heart, after the drought in this cold and bitter land in Youzhou, and then after the flood, it was bound to make the victims more urgent, and life was extremely tormented, and the people were not able to make a living.

"Go see the actual terrain!" Zu Zhao took a group of people and quietly lurked near the Zhou River.

Both Zong Hai and Deng Mao camped in the western region of the Zhou River, because according to the direction of the river, this flow of water flows from west to east, and Zong Hai and Deng Mao also camped according to this reason.

"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the eldest prince!" Zu Ping looked at the state river, which was very wide and the water surface was very calm.

But Zu Zhao shook his head, and he said lightly: "Look at the leaves on the river, they flow from east to west, do you understand now?" ”

Zu Ping and the other young people in the clan looked at the leaves in the distance, and suddenly felt that their heads were big, this state river was so weird, it actually flowed from east to west.

"Isn't this river unknown?" Zu Ping muttered softly.

Even the other ancestral teenagers were nervous and couldn't help but feel frightened.

"This is your observation, this level is always flat, so the fundamental reason why this water flows from east to west is because the terrain in the east is high, and the terrain in the west is low, so it will form such an image, not ominous, now see that the two armies of Zong Hai and Deng Mao did not carefully survey the terrain here, but set up a large camp in the west according to conventional experience, which is a taboo for soldiers.

"What should we do?" There was a sense of excitement on Zu Ping's face.

Zu Zhao commanded in his ear, and Zu Ping was suddenly elated.

"Tonight, we attacked Zong Hai and Deng Mao's enemy camp at night, and we still set fire!" Zu Zhao said with a smile.

……

In the middle of the night, Zu Zhao led three hundred disciples to board the light boat that had already been prepared by the oil seller, and rowed on the boat to the opposite side. The light boat was full of straw men, and the weather was cloudy with fog at the moment, which was the prelude to the rainstorm.

When approaching Zong Hai and Deng Mao's camp, Zu Zhao ordered everyone to throw their spears in their hands.

There was tung oil on the spear, and when it was thrown into the camp of Zong Hai and Deng Mao, it caused a burst of fire.

Knock knock!

On Zu Zhao's side, the disciples of the ancestral family beat the big drum, and the boat of the light boat was full of dense straw men. Cruising on the river.

……

The two camps of Zong Hai and Deng Mao were suddenly in chaos, some soldiers went to fight the fire, some went to rush to report to the general, and the ancestral ghost cavalry attacked, but this time it was on the river.

"That kid Zu Zhao finally couldn't help it, this time he even attacked with fire, but unfortunately he burned a few of our tents!" Zong Hai said to Deng Mao with a grin, he is tall and big, living like a humanoid bear, extremely majestic, and speaking is also an urn.

Deng Mao rolled his eyes: "This kid is preparing to attack our camp at night, fortunately we are prepared, otherwise we will definitely suffer, you see that he is still cruising in the river, and there are so many soldiers standing densely on the bow of the boat, obviously thinking about going ashore!" ”

When Zong Hai heard this, he went up to the river and saw that there were countless soldiers wearing leather armor on the dense boats, and there were no less than a thousand, although there was a fog and he couldn't see the situation in the river, but so many soldiers really made him feel cold.

"Why don't we go down and fight!" Zong Hai waved his hand.

"No! Two generals and slow! A middle-aged strategist walked over. He has triangular eyes and yellow skin, it is Zong Hai's adviser called Xu Shan, he took a folding fan and walked over slowly.

"There is a heavy fog in this river, and it is impossible to see the distribution of the ancestral family's troops, in case there is a trap, wouldn't it be a loss of troops in vain?" Looking at the river on this mountain, the boat was densely packed with soldiers, although it was not clear to see, but the leather armor on these soldiers was shining. I couldn't help but be afraid for a while.

"Two generals, the current situation is unclear, it is better to let the archers shoot arrows first, organize them to land, and wait for the dawn to make plans!"

Zong Hai and Deng Mao also nodded, right now they thought that there were no boats in the river, and all the ships were secretly purchased by the oil seller's father and son.

Whoosh!

One arrow after another shot into the boat.

Zu Zhao drank tea slowly in the tent of the light boat, looked at Zu Ping and Zu Anu with a depressed face, and couldn't help laughing: "We don't have to go ashore to fight in order to achieve the goal of eliminating each other, what I have to do now is to collect bows and arrows and equip our three hundred ghost horsemen, this time it is an attack and a straw boat to borrow arrows!" ”

Zu Ping and Zu A-Nu smiled bitterly, the eldest prince's strategy is always difficult to guess.

It is estimated that the Zong Hai and Deng Mao on the opposite side knew that the eldest prince only attacked at night because he wanted to write bows and arrows, and they were probably going to die of anger.

In fact, Zu Zhao was afraid of these precious arrows, and the two stupid hats of Zong Hai and Deng Mao were flooded.

……

After dawn, the canopy boats on the state river had long since disappeared without a trace.

Zonghai Deng Mao and the strategist Xu Shan all looked at the river and couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

It's coming and going without a trace.

"Scout, find out where this Zu Zhao is lurking now, I want his detailed movements!" Deng Mao was furious all of a sudden, feeling that they were a group of monkeys who were tricked by Zu Zhao last night.

Click!

At this time, the torrential rain poured down, and suddenly the three of them were embarrassed, and the rain kept coming, and under the cover of the soldiers, the three of them walked into the tent in embarrassment.

Xu Shan looked at the sudden rainstorm and couldn't help but pat his thigh, "General, is there any rain gear and hats in this army?" When he asked, Zonghai and Deng Mao immediately blushed, the weather is still dry, where to find rain gear? Now the rain is pouring down, and it is almost impossible to stand outside, and even soldiers cannot stand without rain gear.

Xu Shan opened the gap in the tent, and sure enough, there were no soldiers in the distance, and all the soldiers ran into the tent to hide from the rain, it seemed that the water of the Milky Way came from the sky, and there was only the sound of rain around and no other sound could be heard.

In the distance, Zu Zhao was wearing a shuttle suit made by an oil seller, wearing a tung oil hat on his head, and looked at Zong Hai and Deng Mao with a sneer.

"Big Prince, when will you start?"

Zu Ping couldn't bear it anymore, and went to check on the light boat from time to time.

"Take your time! To exchange the least price for the greatest benefit! Zu Zhao sneered, but Zong Hai and the others on the opposite side didn't know that the people around them had already been driven away by Zu Zhao after the torrential rain, and now there were only the Yellow Turban Army left on both sides of the Zhou River.

Eight hours later, the water in the state river was already bursting, and it had begun to gush out of the embankment and into the camp of the Yellow Turban Army.

Xu Shan had already come to his senses at this time.

"General go quickly, this ancestor Zhao is afraid that he is going to flood our Yellow Turban Army with water!" Looking at such a turbulent water, even pigs can remember.

Zong Hai and Deng Maolang staggered out of the tent, but they didn't even have rain gear, let alone a small boat?

Boom!

In the distance, there was a roar like a dragon!

A wave of water more than three meters high swept from the upstream, looking at the yellow water and the stones mixed in it, Zong Hai and Deng Mao Xu Shan had no color on their faces for a moment.

At this time, Zu Ping had already returned to Zu Zhao's side: "Eldest Prince, according to your order, I will open the upstream river that has been blocked a long time ago, and at this moment, the upstream river has burst the embankment!" ”

Zu Zhao nodded, he stopped the source of the Zhou River before it rained, and after the rain, the upstream was blocked by Zu Ping and the people who built the embankment, and now once the embankment is dug out, it will naturally come fiercely.

He first attacked with fire, or at night, but it was just a pretense.

What really dug a pit for Zong Hai and Deng Mao was this flooding.

A surging tide came, annihilating the tent of the Yellow Turbans.

Countless soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army swam high and fled.

Zu Zhao stood on the light boat and ordered the young man of the Zu family to shoot with a wooden spear, and the bow and arrow used to deal with them were wasted, and the wooden spear made of moringa was barely a waste.