Zu Zhao looked at Zong Hai Deng Mao, who was escorted by his own soldiers to the embankment, with a cold expression on his face.

"Projectile, this time there is the most haode live target, throw all the wooden spears in your hands to me, and there will be a reward for shooting!"

As the words fell, three hundred spears were thrown together, almost covering half of the sky of the embankment.

There were screams on the embankment.

However, what surprised Zu Zhao was that Zong Hai's personal soldiers and Deng Mao's personal soldiers struggled to pounce on the two of them, and the wooden spear passed through the bodies of the personal soldiers and strung them into hedgehogs, but none of the personal soldiers retreated, protecting Zong Hai and Deng Mao to the death.

"I'm willing to surrender!" Zong Hai roared loudly, holding the body of a soldier who died for him, and knelt directly on the embankment. Deng Mao did the same, holding a personal soldier who had vomited blood and died in his arms, burst into tears, and privately surrendered a white cloth shirt on his body as a white flag.

Zu Zhao let out a sigh, this encounter was over, but what he didn't expect was that Zong Hai's own soldiers were so fearless of death, if it was a frontal battle on the plain, it didn't seem easy for his three hundred ghost horsemen to easily defeat the other party.

Zu Zhao looked at the surrounding river and sighed, this battle was won, but it washed away some of the fertile fields downstream, although it was said that there had been a drought here and many fertile fields had been abandoned, but at this moment the flood was violent and he dug the embankment, and the destructive effect of the flood was great.

"Soldiers, the murderer of the country, teach war, and then the battle will be won!"

An old voice came from Zu Zhao's side, wearing a hat and an old peasant's robe, dressed in sackcloth, which seemed to be an authentic old peasant at first glance.

But Zu Zhao didn't dare to regard this person as an old peasant, because there was a sharpness in the old man's eyes, and there was a majesty of a superior person on the old man's face.

Zu Zhao couldn't figure out the identity of the old man, but he still followed the rules and saluted the old man.

"The old man is right, Zhao Yu, the county capital of Beiping County, this time I heard that there is a silver-robed young general who first burned Cheng Zhiyuan and fled in embarrassment, and then there was a water siege of Deng Mao Zonghai, the old man felt like a play, I came to see a real one, I didn't expect to see a real victory! Congratulations! ”

Zu Zhao suddenly realized that this person was Liu Cheng's classmate Zhao Yu, compared to Liu Cheng, this Zhao Yu was a square master, and it was precisely because of Fangzheng's character that he was a little old-fashioned and stubborn.

"Right Beiping County Governor Post Zuzhao has seen an adult!" Zu Zhao saluted again.

"Okay, it's really a young talent!" Zhao Yu touched his beard with his hand, and he was very fond of Zu Zhao in front of him.

"The old man happened to be passing by here because of something, and the old man saw the deeds of your young general who defeated the thief, which is really a joy of life!" Zhao Yu said loudly, his already snow-white beard was curled, and a pair of slightly cloudy eyes were flying, and he actually had a heroic feeling.

He looked at Zu Zhao, and then looked at the rolling water level, and couldn't help but wonder: "Also camped on both sides of the river, weishenme you are not flooded?" And it's been a long time since this thief came here, so why did he easily recruit you? ”

At this time, Zong Hai and Deng Mao were also escorted over, and Zong Hai stared at Zu Zhao unwillingly with a pair of big eyes: "I don't accept it!" If you were to fight on the plains, your 300 Riders would be just a piece of cake for me! Zong Hai sighed as he spoke.

Deng Mao looked at Zu Zhao and said: "The young defeated general does not dare to disturb the general, but there is a confusion in my heart, I think this Jixian County is in drought for most of the year, that is, the river in this state has also changed from the original 100 zhang wide, to 20 zhang wide, in my eyes, this Jixian County is afraid that it will continue to be dry, but as soon as the general comes, there will be a torrential rain falling, is it the same as our leader Zhang Jiao can stir up the wind and rain?" If so, I'm convinced! ”

Zhao Yu also has this question, that is, Zu Ping and the young man of the ancestral family around him are mostly puzzled.

And the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army who surrendered looked at Zu Zhao with a look of fear, as if Zu Zhao was a god descending from heaven.

Zu Zhao watched these people staring at each other and wanted to know the answer, and suddenly felt speechless: in his previous life, he was a meteorological enthusiast, and he deeply understood the precursors of changes in air pressure, and in his previous life, his geography was not bad, so he had today's budget. Even if you don't have the experience of your previous life, and in this shijie, like the oil seller, father and son, see the fiery clouds in the sunset, they can know if there will be heavy rain! There is no other because this is experience, not gods and demons! ”

"The kid knows a little bit about astronomy and geography, so that's why there is this flooding game! This game was a bit of a fluke! "Zu Zhao is on the defeated Zong Hai and Deng Mao.

"The general not only knows how to use soldiers but also has astronomical and geographical powers, which can be defeated by reckless men like us! If there is an afterlife, you will fight with generals and soldiers, and generals will fight against generals! Zong Hai raised his head, he felt unjust when he lost to a famous general who knew astronomy and geography, and the resentment in his heart was calmed, but he had a sense of pride.

Zu Zhao couldn't help nodding, this kind of down-to-earth man is very appetizing to him, but unfortunately the prisoners of war must be taken to the prefecture, and most of the lives of the two will not be guaranteed at that time.

Deng Mao's ancestor Zhao arched his hand, at this moment he also admired the five-body throw of the young general who was only weak and crowned, the general's immediate death sooner or later was a result, but death in the hands of a famous general was still glorious!

……

Zhao Yu looked at the bundles of wooden spears that almost all the phantom riders had, and couldn't help asking, "Is this wooden spear made of moringa really very lethal?" And as far as I know, this moringa is almost everywhere in Jixian County, and the cost is extremely cheap! ”

Zu Zhao nodded. The wooden spear is the secret weapon of his ghost horse, and he didn't want to show it, but he didn't expect this Zhao Yu's eyes to be so vicious, and he could see the power of the wooden spear at a glance.

"The wooden spear is often designed as a trap by hunters in the mountains, and such a wooden spear is often inserted into the trap, such a wooden spear can pierce large wild boars, bears and even tigers, so we treat it as a conventional weapon! The main thing is that it's very cheap! ”

Zhao Yu picked up the wooden spear with great interest.

After weighing it carefully, it was thrown into the distance, and the wooden spear made of moringa had a toughness, and quietly plunged into the ground with an arc.

There is also a distance of one foot into the earth, and if it is a person, I am afraid that it will be pierced.

"This moringa is hard, and although it is not as good as the legendary ironwood, it is already very impressive! To be able to think of such a lethal existence at such a low price is really exquisite! ”

Zhao Yu sighed.

Zu Zhao hurriedly said modestly: "This time, because of the grain and grass, we have not been able to practice these wooden spears for a long time, if Jun Cheng can support some grain and grass, it would be great!" ”

Zu Zhao directly turned the topic of the wooden spear into grain and grass.

"Haha, since it is on my territory, it will naturally turn over grain and grass for you, and your three hundred ghost riders have made great contributions to Jixian County, and the local gentry are grateful, they have asked the old man to ask for credit for you, not to mention that grain and grass are delicious food and wine have already been prepared in Jixian County!" After your fire and water battles, you have wiped out the bandits in Jixian County! The gentry have laid down the boulder in their hearts! ”

Zhao Yu was extremely cool, the old hand waved directly to let Zu Zhao follow him, and he was wearing the old peasant's robe, striding in front with a hat, and actually returned to Jixian on foot, Zu Zhao had no choice but to lead the war horse to accompany this county man.

When the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army who surrendered alive were escorted to Jixian County, it still caused a sensation, and there were countless onlookers, and even the hungry homeless people were throwing stones around the defeated Yellow Turban Army, which made Zu Zhao shake his head when he saw it, no matter when the winner is the king, the loser is the villain.

"The little general who understands astronomy and geography is here!"

"Loess point to clean water and splash the street!"

Jixian was very busy when Zu Zhao returned.

It seemed that all the gentry were dressed up and greeted Zu Zhao and his three hundred horsemen.

And the three hundred stone grain and grass have already been prepared, and the big red flowers are held with red silk.

The road leading to the county government on Jixian Street was paved with red satin, and Zu Zhao was dumbfounded, there was a red carpet in his previous life, but in this era, people directly used red satin, looking at the red silk of good quality, Zu Zhao was a little speechless, this is an authentic extravagance and waste.

"General, please!" All the gentry came and bowed down and asked Zu Zhao to walk on the red silk road.

Zu Zhao walked step by step, and everyone had already spread the haode silk on the ground, and if he didn't go, he wouldn't give face.

……

In Fujun, Liu Cheng sat down, looked at the good news in his hand, slammed the table and shouted: "Okay! This ancestor Zhao actually thought of flooding, and he planned so accurately, it was really unpredictable! ”

Wang Weng looked at the official document, which was written by Zu Zhao himself, and wrote the front and back of the flooded two armies, which made Wang Weng extremely enjoyable to read, and danced when he was happy.

Jia Ning looked at the official document, but frowned.

Wang Weng squinted at Jia Ning, slightly displeased: "Jia Ning, you have always been unhappy with Zu Zhao, so if you lead the troops to be able to use three hundred ghost cavalry to break Cheng Zhiyuan's 1,000 elite soldiers, and to break Zonghai Deng Mao's 800 elite soldiers?" ”

"This? ......" Jia Ning shook his head.

He is familiar with military books, but it is very difficult to achieve the invisible realm of using soldiers like Zu Zhao.

"So you're not as good as him! This is his strength, but you Jia Ning also has a strength, that is, he is good at interpersonal maneuvers, and has Su Qin's ability to debate across the six countries, this is your strength! You're all young talents, so you don't have to be jealous of him! Zu Zhao is a generation of generals, and he is also a military general who can fight well, and you are a civil servant, if the two cooperate with the future, maybe there will be some earth-shattering creation to be made by you! ”

Wang Weng smiled and ordered the broadcast, he was extremely disdainful of Jia Ning, but he didn't want this Jia Ning to keep staring at Zu Zhao.