The new camp is not far from the main road, by a small river.

This time, according to Wang Luo's request, the camp was not dispersed, but all the soldiers, a team of about 3,000 people, were stationed together, and a large camp that could accommodate 10,000 people was arranged.

That night, after the camp was completed, Wang Luo sent out more than 500 people to search and rescue the fugitive soldiers from other places, as well as collect grain, cattle, horses, iron ore and other baggage.

And the rest, men, women, and children, gathered together in a large phalanx to assist their leader in the forging and, incidentally, in the training of processions and slogans.

Certainly not the slogan of the Yellow Turban.

"The Han family is dying, and the heavens are unjust!"

"Together, side by side!"

"Heroic and unjust, occupy all the fields!"

"Take the lead and destroy the strong!"

"Equal land, flat and rich!"

The Yellow Turban Rebellion was more complicated, but there were basically no powerful landlords involved. Such slogans are not good enough, but they are more convincing than the religious propaganda rhetoric of the gods.

With the cooperation of 2,500 people, the production time was shortened to 30 seconds, and the time it took to melt iron ore into iron ingots was about 20 seconds. However, even if the iron ingots and iron ore were consumed, only about a thousand people would be fully armed.

After deliberation, Wang Luo decided to produce only three pieces: shields, armor, and short swords. These three can barely arm a soldier.

After two hours, the team disbanded and rested. Wang Luo looked at his forging skills, and it had become 182/10,000.

When crafting equipment, it will occasionally go up a little. However, when the equipment mutates and increases its attributes, it will definitely increase. Maybe the skill points have been improved, and more and better equipment can be crafted. But... If you don't know anything, you don't need to think about that.

"There's not much food." After the team was disbanded, Su Si walked to Wang Luo's side with a few personal soldiers. "There are not many in Guo Daying, and according to the current headcount, it can support it for a week."

"I see." Wang Luo replied.

"You let Tie Zhu, Liu An, Zhang Xiong, and Bai Erjin shout and command the team, and they are not very happy."

"Leave them alone. The Han army is coming, if you can't resist it, everyone will die together, and they still have time to worry about that kind of trivial matter? ”

"That's right...."Su Si shook his head. It is said that the Han army will not allow us to surrender, and as long as we are caught, we will all be killed. ”

"There is not enough food, there is no room for surrender, there are many old, weak, sick and disabled, and there is no escape." Wang Luo played with a short sword. "If you want to live, there is only one way, to win the Han army."

"Win the battle..."Su Si looked surprised. Do you mean break through the big camp to the north and rush over? ”

"If you send someone to lure you, will the Han army there rush out?"

"Impossible." Su Si replied. "They are stationed at the crossing. As long as they are stationed there, our army will not be able to pass, and the reinforcements of the great sages and good divisions will not be able to come. I want to lure them out, but I'm afraid it's impossible. ”

"Then wait for now. Rectify the armor, train the soldiers, and wait until you find out the detailed information around before making plans. ”

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After dinner (two wheat cakes), Wang Luo lay down on the bed and picked up the simple map he had drawn.

It's a dead place.

The commander of the Yellow Turbans, who did not know what kind of wind he had, scattered many small units of Yellow Turban troops. As a result, they were defeated by the Han army, which did not have an absolute advantage in terms of troops. And to the north, the key route to Gwangjong, there is no garrison.

This had to make Wang Luo suspect that the order to station was actually given by the enemy. The contractors who joined the Han army were able to do this kind of thing, and there was no need to doubt it.

So, are the rest of your contractors still in this area? Military confrontation under this kind of spatial arrangement should always be evenly matched, and it should be fun for it.

Maybe it was in another area, maybe it was the defeat and the escape. Just like the Yellow Turban soldiers in other camps .... Some were killed, others fled.

Wang Luo was not worried about the fighting spirit of the Yellow Turban Army under his command. Because they have no other way.

Either fight and win, live, or die.

When faced with this choice, when surrendering will also die, and when you have to fight, as long as you do a good job in training, equipment, and propaganda work, there is a high chance that the biggest disadvantage will become the biggest advantage.

Don't be afraid, Guo Da's incident is a clear example. Focusing too much on something that looks strong but is actually weak will end up exhausting yourself and losing the victories you could have won.

What people want to do is unlimited, whereas energy is limited. If I were currently focusing on preparing supplies, reconciling my subordinates, and pursuing the truth of some unqualified things.... In such trivial matters, then the energy to focus on the most important things--- to win will inevitably be reduced.

This reduction can lead to the loss of victories that could have been obtained. And even if all those miscellaneous things are solved, as long as you lose on the battlefield in the end, nothing else is meaningless.

Rest well, recharge your batteries, be ready to fight, and be ready to win.

After giving himself such a psychological cue, he fell asleep.

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Zhou Yingxiong raised his shield with both hands to block the attacks of several Yellow Turban soldiers in front of him.

Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes with skill, sometimes with the shield from side to side to block. And the opponent in front of him--- Wang Luo asked his subordinates to attack him in various ways from the front and from the side according to his requirements.

After a while, when the sparring partner in front of him was tired, he beckoned, and several soldiers with double shields came over and stood on his left and right.

And on the opposite side, several Yellow Turban soldiers with spears also stood over, standing in a row.

This kind of training can improve the combat effectiveness of the soldiers. In fact, several "Yellow Turban Thieves" were promoted to "Yellow Turban Soldiers" after training with Zhou Yingxiong. But Zhou Yingxiong did not have a command point and failed to find out.

The situation or something, he didn't think about it at all. In his opinion, a team should perform its own duties, and what he has to do is to improve his ability--- if possible, he also helps others to improve his ability, and then do what he should do and complete the task.

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Yang Wentian dodged the knife light cut in front of him.

He gasped and broke free, knife in hand, ready to face the next attack of the enemy.

The two Yellow Turbans had already died at the hands of the enemy. And now, he is about to face the same fate.

The wound in the abdomen was bleeding. The data-based body will not appear in this situation when encountering ordinary attacks, and now that it has appeared, it means that the opponent is also using a weapon with special effects.

But that's about it. Yang Wentian had enough experience to assess the strength of the enemy--- this enemy was a little stronger than himself. It's still okay to escape from him.

It's just that I didn't have any access to any secrets, I just saw those people inside, why was I chased for more than 10 kilometers?

The enemy's blade struck again, Yang Wentian raised his knife to hold it, took advantage of the momentum to turn over, retreated, and opened the distance.

"Smack!"

A large net flew over him, covering him, and immediately tied up a strong knot.

Wanting to break free, but in the next moment, he saw the blade and muzzle of the gun approaching, Yang Wentian sighed and closed his eyes to die.