"East?" Zhang Rao was a little unhappy: "The distance to the east is more than doubled, and this Zheng Xuan's son refuses to spend some money to buy roads?" ”

Although Zhang Rao hid troops here, in order to avoid being detected, he sent people to pretend to be robbers at the mountain road, in order to let the Zheng family's scouts relax their vigilance.

The rules on this Qingzhou Road, whether it is a robber or a wealthy businessman, are all knowledgeable.

Soft persimmons are hard to grab, and hard bones are to say hello and ask for toll money.

According to Zhang Rao's judgment, Zheng Yi learned that there was a robbery on the mountain road, and in order not to delay the trip to Xi County, he would choose to give some money to buy the road to settle the matter.

In this way, Zhang Rao could easily capture Zheng Yi alive without having to fight with the Zheng family's guards.

Although Zhang Rao had 500 Yellow Turban soldiers, the Zheng family's guard weapons were sharper and well-trained, and it was impossible to say who would lose or win in a fight.

If there are too many Yellow Turban soldiers who die, Zhang Rao is also too much of a loss.

Therefore, Zhang Rao chose to outwit!

But the Zheng family's convoy suddenly turned west, and would rather walk more than spend money to settle it, which made Zhang Rao feel that he had punched the cotton, and he couldn't do it.

"Qu Shuai, could it be that Zheng Yi felt that it was unlucky to rob the road on the way to the dowry, so he turned around?" A small minion approached and analyzed.

"Damn it!" Zhang Rao slapped his head suddenly: "Pretending to rob the road has startled the snake, notify the brothers, go around from behind, and block the Zheng family's convoy!" ”

Zhang Rao picked up the machete, revealing his strong arms, and his eyes became vicious.

If you can't outwit it, then you have to be hard!

Although this is not the result that Zhang Rao expects most, the Zheng family team still has Zheng Xuan's son, and Zhang Rao is not ready to let it go.

Soon.

Zhang Rao's five hundred Yellow Turban soldiers came out of the grass one after another to chase the Zheng family's caravan.

This move was naturally noticed by Zong Bao's spies.

Knowing that hundreds of yellow scarves suddenly appeared on the mountain road ahead, Zong Bao was shocked, but soon Zong Bao began to panic again.

"Hundreds of Yellow Turban thieves, how could they be ambushed in this position?"

"Go to Ru Niang, this group of yellow turban thieves must be going towards the Zheng family's convoy?"

Originally, there was no Yellow Turban stronghold in this location.

Recently, a yellow turban with hundreds of thieves was more than 100 miles away.

Hundreds of miles attacked, and hundreds of people were brought with him, and Zong Bao subconsciously thought of it with the Zheng family's team.

"Keep up!" Zong Bao didn't dare to be negligent.

This speculation, although there are many logical inconsistencies, but Zong Bao doesn't dare to bet!

The other side.

The Zheng family's scout team found out the information chased by the Yellow Turban soldiers and returned one after another.

"Ping Gongzi, there are about 500 thieves, and they are rushing towards us, and the people who come are not good!" The scout veteran's tone was solemn.

Zheng Yi was a little panicked, five hundred thieves were more than enough to rob a small county.

"Xianmou, fortunately, your judgment is accurate, otherwise if you rashly take the middle road, there will be a vicious battle." Zheng Yi secretly rejoiced.

Zheng Ping didn't answer, and asked everyone to put the carriage and horses in the middle of the road.

The scout team of ten people, loaded with crossbow arrows, hid behind the carriage and horses, and the rest of the soldiers guarded them, each on standby.

After everything was arranged, Zheng Ping slowly spoke, and there was a little more smile in his words: "I didn't expect this group of stupid thieves to really dare to catch up!" ”

Zheng Yi was puzzled: "Xianmou, listening to your tone, is it a good thing that the thieves have caught up?" ”

The feather fan shook gently, Zheng Ping's eyes were blazing, his white clothes were like snow, and his Confucianism was fully displayed: "Take the mountain road on the right, with the carriage and horse as an obstacle, I seized the geographical advantage, and the attack and defense were easy to shape." If this group of stupid thieves doesn't come, we will have to walk twice as long to reach the county, but when they come, it will be much easier. ”

Zheng Yi was taken aback: "Xianmou, do you still want to kill this group of thieves?" We suffer less losses, and we avoid them. ”

Zheng Ping looked at Zheng Yi in surprise: "Brother, didn't you just say that we have two hundred soldiers, all of whom are loyal and brave." The weapon is also sharper than the thief, and even if it encounters a small group of stupid thieves, it can be defeated. Why are you afraid now? There are only 500 yellow turban thieves, and they have not coerced the people to send them to death, what is there to be afraid of? ”

Zheng Yi was a little embarrassed.

I'm talking about a small group of thieves, but now it's 500 thieves!

Although Zheng Yi is the elder brother, he is only one year older than Zheng Ping, and unlike Zheng Ping, who has traveled for four years and has been on the battlefield in person, this spirit is naturally inferior to Zheng Ping.

I'm talking.

Zhang Rao had already led the Yellow Turban soldiers to rush up.

Seeing the carriage and horses in front of him as a barrier, Zhang Rao suddenly felt a little tricky.

"Qingzhou Qu Shuai Zhang Rao is here! Acquaintances, leave money and spare your lives. Zhang Rao dragged the knife forward.

Zheng Yi was a little frightened when he saw Zhang Rao's fierce face and quite brave, but as the son of the Zheng family, Zheng Yi didn't want to lose his spirit in front of the thieves.

When he was about to ride his horse out of battle, he was stopped by Zheng Ping: "Brother, let me do the battle between the two armies!" ”

Zheng Ping rode out of the formation, followed by ten scouts.

"Raise your crossbow!"

Zheng Ping ordered softly, and the ten members of the scout team raised their crossbows one after another.

Zhang Rao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly withdrew fifty steps away.

"Bad luck, how can this Zheng family have a crossbow?" Zhang Rao couldn't help but scold.

The lethality of the crossbow is deeply experienced by Zhang Rao.

The reason why the officers and men have strong combat effectiveness is not only the sharpness of their swords, but also the strength of their bows and crossbows.

And bows and crossbows are contraband among the people, at most there are some shoddy hunting bows, and the range is only twenty or thirty steps.

"Zheng Ping, the son of Kangcheng Gong of Beihai, is here! Acquaintances, leave your weapons and spare your lives! The feather fan pointed forward, and Zheng Ping retorted Zhang Rao's words.

Although Zhang Rao was angry, he was frightened of the crossbow, and shouted fiercely: "We have five hundred people, and you are only two hundred, just ten crossbows, how can you stop Benqu Shuai?" Give you another chance, leave the money, or you will be left dead!" ”

"Then it's not negotiable." Zheng Ping pretended to sigh lightly, pinned the feather fan to his waist, and quickly took off the hard bow and feather arrows from his horse.

Bending the bow like a full moon, Zheng Ping shouted: "Zhang Rao, this arrow shoots your left ear!" ”

I could only hear the bowstring sound, and the feathered arrows were like meteors.

Zhang Rao didn't expect Zheng Ping to hide a hard bow, and he only had time to turn his head to the right when he was caught off guard, but the arrow still accurately shot Zhang Rao's left ear.

"Ah, my ears!" Zhang Rao screamed.

Fifty paces away, the crossbow was not lethal enough, but it was within the range of the bow and arrow.

For Zheng Ping, who has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, shooting a Zhang Rao, who is almost no different from a fixed target, almost does not need to play too many skills.

"Kill!" Zheng Ping waved his right hand.

Zhang Rao's screams made the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers plummet, and correspondingly, the Zheng family's family guards were greatly inspired.

It will be the courage of the soldiers, and the soldiers are the might of the generals.

Kill the demoralized thief with a morale-boosting soldier, this is a complete crushing!

When Zongbao's troops arrived, Zhang Rao's five hundred Yellow Turban soldiers had already become a mess and scattered as birds and beasts.

Zong Bao was stunned: "How did this group of yellow turbans defeat so quickly?" ”