With nearly 4,000 men and horses under his command at once, Huairong County is almost in trouble.

Zu Zhao sat in the county office and drank tea, but sitting on Zu Zhao's side was Zhang Xian with an anxious face.

"Superintendent, if this continues, our food will be enough to eat for a month, and if there is no surplus food, we will face hunger again!" Zhang Xian spoke with a sad face.

Zu Ping Han Dang and others also very much agree with Zhang Xian's statement, in their opinion, it was a big mistake for Zu Zhao not to kill those yellow turban thieves, in this troubled world, what is human life?

Aren't many officers and soldiers killing good people and risking their merits?

"Eldest Prince, I think it's better to kill them! Gather them together in the urn city and shoot them with bows and arrows! Han Dang made an idea on the side, he didn't talk much on weekdays, but he was also speaking at the moment. Naturally, it is believed that the four thousand yellow turban thieves cannot be left.

Syllable!

Zu Zhao slapped the table, and a coercion rose on his face: "Don't say these words again in the future!" ”

At this moment, Zu Zhao has made up his mind in his heart, the entire Yellow Turban Army rebellion is only one year, and there are few opportunities for him to collect it at all, he did not Cao Cao directly collect 300,000 Yellow Turban Army in Qingzhou, and he only received 3,000 soldiers and horses, 1,000 women and children, old and young, but he deeply understands a truth, that is, how bold and prolific he is.

If you want to become an existence like Uncle Liu, you must have enough soldiers and horses to follow you, so that you can have enough capital.

Grain and grass?

In this troubled world, is there still a shortage of food and grass?

Zu Zhao only had a sneer in his heart, everyone was drunk and I woke up alone, most people were living in a daze, who knew the ambition in his little post governor's heart?

Since you have come to travel into this troubled world, you can't come in vain, there is a saying: The prince will have a kind of Xiangning? Today's Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty is afraid that he will not have five years to live, and the ascension of Emperor Han Xian is the moment when the princes of the world are divided, the princes are fighting each other, the strong survive, and the weak are destroyed, which is a fact that cannot be changed.

Of course, you have to have an ambition when you come to this shijie!

Every time I look at the Three Kingdoms, I know that the Zuihou Sima family won the world and established the Western Jin Dynasty.

It was the Sima family who picked peaches in the troubled times, and they achieved the great cause of the emperor.

So when his ancestor Zhao crossed into this shijie, did he have to bow down and be a man for the rest of his life?

No! Sword to the world! Ask who is the hero, I am the only one!

This ambition has always been pressed in the bottom of his heart, and he has jumped out of his heart countless times since he crossed over, but the time is not right, and there is no chance, and now the time has come, and there is a light in front of his eyes.

The sword points to the world and becomes the one who picks peaches in the troubled times of Zuihou!

They all walk on three legs, why can't the person sitting on the dragon chair be his ancestor?

"Grain and grass, naturally someone will send it to us!" Zu Zhao slapped the table and gave the whole argument a certain tone.

"Who can send us food and grass?" Everyone couldn't help but whet their appetites.

"Cheng Zhiyuan! Their bread and grass is our bread and grass! Their territory is also our territory! They plundered the people's grain and grass, and we can rob his grain and grass! ”

Zu Zhao spoke confidently.

"What the eldest prince said is reasonable, we are the master of victory, and that Cheng Zhiyuan is a defeated general in the hands of our eldest prince!" Zu Anu stood up and spoke, and as soon as he heard Cheng Zhiyuan, there was a disdain on his face,

"The post supervisor is right, this Cheng Zhiyuan is very majestic in the vicinity, these yellow turban thieves don't have enough food and grass supply, they are all robbing houses, and even slaughtering the entire village, even the entire town, they can do anything for food and grass!"

Zhang Xian's eyes couldn't help but light up when he heard Cheng Zhiyuan.

Who is Cheng Zhiyuan? The rebel leader of the entire Youzhou, if Cheng Zhiyuan is cut off, he Zhang Xian will follow Zu Zhao.

The problem of grain and grass was solved by Zu Zhao's words.

If you don't have it, grab it. Robbed Cheng Zhiyuan's.

In this troubled world, only the strong have the truth: what is yours is mine, and mine will always be mine.

Everyone looked at the map eagerly.

Cheng Zhiyuan is on the edge of them, not only Cheng Zhiyuan is active, but also Zong Hai and Deng Mao are all active. The three teams are like three huge sharks crisscrossing Youzhou, they don't have enough logistical supply lines, they rely on looting, and they have gradually lost the hearts of the people. The direction of conscription is nothing more than coercing the homeless, and there is also letting the homeless become cannon fodder, but these methods can be used at one time, and they have already gained a bad reputation after a long time.

The Yellow Turbans became the Yellow Turban Thieves. The reputation of this thief goes straight to the notorious existence.

Zu Zhao looked at the map with a smile on his face, since he defeated Cheng Zhiyuan in Jixian County, he has never heard from Cheng Zhiyuan, this time the other party did not provoke him, but he was going to provoke him.

……

Walking out of the county office, I saw that the old ghost cavalry was teaching recruits, these recruits were recruited from the Yellow Turban thieves who surrendered, and they chose the most elite existence. It's just that these people have never used stirrups, and equestrianism is not very proficient.

There is also the assassination technique that the phantom cavalry must train, and he is not very proficient in bows and arrows, and in the end, these recruited yellow turban thieves are still some peasants who wash their feet and go ashore.

The young man named Hou Yong was in front of Zu Zhao, he looked at Zu Zhao with grateful eyes, here he could not only take care of his old lady, he could eat every ton of rice, but also eat meat!

It was Zu Zhao who took him in, giving him a sense of happiness that he had never felt before.

"How?"

Of course, Zu Zhao saw Hou Yong in front of him, and he was very impressed by this guy.

"General, my marksmanship is very good! You see! ”

Hou Yong's shot was almost shot out with an afterimage. There was already an extra hole in the throat of the straw man in front of him, and he didn't seem to have moved when he looked at Hou Yong again.

Zu Zhao couldn't help but squint his eyes and picked up the treasure. This speed can almost catch up with Zhao Yun, no wonder Hou Yong was able to kill Zhang Zizhong with a sword in front of everyone.

"Good! Just practice like that! ”

Zu Zhao continued to step forward and found that the Yellow Turban Thieves who had returned were all very strong in assassination and had a ruthless energy, and it was this ruthlessness that made them gain the recognition of the Phantom Rider.

In terms of real combat ability, as long as these surrendered Yellow Turban thieves have a full stomach, they are on a par with the original three hundred ghost horses, but the equestrian skills are lacking in fire.

Originally, there were 300 ghost horses, plus 500 elite Yellow Turban thieves who surrendered, for a total of 800 ghost horses. Whether it is a war horse or combat effectiveness, he is satisfied.

And the Yellow Turban thieves who surrendered are inexhaustibly grateful to him, because they are now officers and soldiers! And be able to eat a full meal! A simple group of people who are easy to satisfy.

On the other day, Zu Zhao led 800 cavalry out of Huairong County and went straight to Luohe County.

In Luohe County, it is the Yellow Turban Thief with Cheng Zhiyuan who is stationed. Luohe County is Cheng Zhiyuan's old nest, and the looted grain and grass are all placed here, and Cheng Zhiyuan's family members are here. Luohe County, like Shiling County, after being defeated by the Yellow Turban Thieves, completely became the garrison of the Yellow Turban Army, the gentry inside were all killed, and the surrounding counties also suffered.

In the ten miles of Luohe County, Zu Zhao ordered the ghost cavalry to stop.

"Rest in place!"

Luohe County is full of horse rejecting deer barricades to prevent cavalry from sneak attacks, and there are more than 200 brave guards outside the city gate, which is heavily guarded, which is diametrically opposed to Zhang Zizhong's Shiling County.

If you want to enter Luohe County to get grain and grass, it is like ascending to the sky.

Cheng Zhiyuan sits in Luohe County, which makes the guards here lawful, even if Zu Zhao checks it twice before and after, he can't find a flaw.

In Huairong County, he slapped his chest with a shocking sound, but when he arrived here, he found that this Luohe County was not so easy to overcome.

Luohe County has four city gates, each of which is guarded by fifty foot warriors.

There are three rejecting horses and deer bars outside the city gate, and there are arrow stacks on the city wall, and archers are behind them, and the city wall is very high, and if you want to attack it, you must suffer great casualties.

Zu Zhao looked at this kind of strict defense, and thought to himself that this kind of defense is estimated to be able to enter the city without anyone in the future generations of special forces.

"Now it's only in the city!" Zu Zhao already has a plan in his heart,

"Eldest prince, we caught a soldier of Cheng Zhiyuan!"

Zu Ping strode over, wounded and carrying a thin soldier, as if he were carrying a chicken.

"Who are you?" Zu Zhao asked.

Syllable!

Zu Ping threw it over with a slap.

The soldier had a tooth knocked out.

"The little one is the messenger, the general's father died of illness, and his family asked me to come back and report the news!"

It turned out that Cheng Zhiyuan's father was a person who read poetry and books, and Cheng Zhiyuan was from a scholarly family, but Cheng Zhiyuan was co-opted by the Taiping to become the leader of the Yellow Turban Army.

"So? When you came back to report the news, did you let Cheng Zhiyuan know? ”

The soldier nodded hurriedly.

An idea appeared in Zu Zhao's heart.

"Where is his father's now? Lead us! If you don't go, you'll have to die now! ”

Shilibao, the place where Cheng Zhiyuan's father died. There are 100 Yellow Turban Army.

When Zu Zhao came here, it was already dark.

"The horse's bell, the four hooves are wrapped with cotton cloth, and the cavalry must not make a sound, kill these hundred Yellow Turban soldiers!"

It was dark, and everyone did not use torches, but they entered the Ten Mile Fort.

The tip of the spear was shining, and one blow was killed, and a hundred guards were killed cleanly in the cavalry with a single horse shooting.

In Shilibao, Cheng Zhiyuan's father has been packed into longevity materials, and it is estimated that he will be transported back to Luohe County for a beautiful burial.

"Come out!" Zu Zhao drank violently.

A fat butler-looking person came out behind Shoucai, trembling out, and knelt down for Zu Zhao as soon as he met.

"Who are you?"

"The little one was sent by General Cheng Zhiyuan to take care of the master, my name is Zhao Si!"

"So you know all the defenders of Luohe County?" Zu Zhao asked with squinted eyes.

"Recognize, the defenders of Luohe County are the nephews of General Cheng Zhiyuan! Cheng Chumo! ”

Good!

"Let people bring Shoucai and escort him to open the city gate!"