Therefore, when Liu Bei heard that there was some movement in Cao Cao's camp, it was very like he was going out of the camp to fight him, the middle-aged man who already had silver threads in his temples jumped up excitedly.

"Cao Apu is really willing to fight a bloody battle with me?!"

Sun Qian touched his mustache, "Duke Cao is good at both soldiers and scheming, so the lord must be on guard." ”

The commander, who had also lost a lot of weight, calmed down.

"We should be cautious."

How is he going to arrange his troops?

There is Lingwu Mountain in the west of Xiangcheng, there is the tomb of the general Jing Que of Chu Lingwu on it, the terrain under the mountain is complicated, there are Ze and ditches, the scout newspaper said that he saw the traces of the Yanzhou army under the mountain, and he must not be guarded against.

Xu Shu took the map, and after unfolding it, he analyzed the mountains and ravines one by one, the possible ambushes, the possible movements, and how our army should be on guard and counteract.

This strategist spent a long time thinking on the nearby terrain, and the analysis was almost perfect, and he even made several plans, how to counter-encircle the Yanzhou army, how to cross Lingwu Mountain, and kill Cao Cao by surprise.

While he and the group of generals were studying the details of the arrangement, Jia Xu sat aside, a little distance from the others, so when a servant passed by him, he immediately smelled the aroma of herbs on his body.

…… It is rumored that this gentleman was very cautious, and although he had to stay in the camp for the sake of his future and wealth, he had to fumigate his clothes with herbs every day, and he also opened a small stove for eating and drinking, which was a little more delicate than that of the sick.

…… The guards of the Chinese military camp secretly complained, seeing that his clothes were also very simple, but his life was so meticulous and careful, I am afraid that all his efforts were spent on this, I really don't know what the use of him staying here is.

The high-crowned scribe sat there quietly for a long time, until the group of generals finally agreed on a battle plan, and then suddenly spoke.

"Ming Gong doesn't have to think too much, when he comes out tomorrow, he just needs to take a look at Cao Gong's actions."

All the heads turned to him together, but it was Jia Xu's old idea embroidery that spoke first.

"What do you think, sir?"

"If Duke Cao is in the front army tomorrow, Duke Ming can lead the crowd to attack the rear army."

Guan Yu frowned, "The strength of the other army is not weak to me, if I hit the rear army, I will thin my wings, and when the other army breaks through the middle army, so that my left and right wings cannot take care of each other, what should I do?" ”

Jia Xu touched his beard, "General Xiao Lu has crossed the river, and Cao Gong has no desire to win." ”

"If he doesn't want to win, why should he fight me?"

The generals were still expressing their incomprehension, but Xu Shu had already come to his senses.

"Cao Mengde wants a strong man to break his wrist? ”

Liu Bei once had a very difficult time.

He was guarding in the city of Xiapi, and Cao Cao dug the river to release water, flooding the granaries of the houses, and everyone could only climb on the roofs, starving, unable to drink even a sip of clean water, and could not eat a mouthful of hot rice.

But what was even more terrible was that the plague and hunger swept through the city, first the people began to die, then the soldiers also died in large numbers, and every day people were thrown from the walls by the defenders, and on the inner side of the walls, there was a cry at first, and gradually the cry became weaker.

What was Cao Cao doing at that time?

He stood guard outside the city, camped on dry and crisp high ground, holding a book in his hand, silently listening to the scouts report how many corpses were thrown out of the city each day, estimating how long the defenders would hold out.

Liu Bei's defenders held out for so long, which was very unexpected to him - but he was relieved when he thought about it.

Guan Yu and Lu Lian tried their best to break through one defense line after another laid out by him from south to north, just to rescue their lord, and when the city heard about such a thing, their morale was naturally boosted, and Liu Bei finally insisted on the arrival of reinforcements.

Now feng shui is taking turns, and it has gradually become Cao Cao who has the risk of being surrounded.

Liu Bei had more and more soldiers and horses, and the encirclement gradually took shape.

If he continued to stay here, he would put himself in the same situation as Liu Bei had been—of course, he had a close friend behind him who could be his backup.

Cao Cao did say this to his soldiers, as long as Yuan Shao crossed the river and fought side by side with him, the situation of the battle would change in an instant, such as destroying the withering and decaying, and destroying all Liu Bei's soldiers and horses.

"But he didn't think so."

The smell of medicine is all over his body, and he almost puts "I'm afraid of death!" Jia Xu, who was written on his face, put his hands in his sleeves and said calmly.

"Duke Cao wants to escape, does Duke Ming want to chase him?"

Chapter 438

Whether Cao Cao wants to escape or fight a decisive battle is a very painful question for Liu Bei.

And for Cheng Yu, this is not a problem.

He's different from everyone else.

He was depressed all his life, at the age of fifty-one by Cao Cao's conquest for Shouzhang Ling, and then because of his repeated miraculous achievements in the Lü Bu Rebellion, he was named Dongping Xiang, and gradually became Cao Cao's cronies, and he was also a very powerful person in Yanzhou in addition to Zhuxiahou Cao.

Who would have thought that the people of their hometown would have thought that? In this era of "fifty is not worthy of death", a scholar in his fifties should focus on teasing his grandson and enjoy his old age peacefully. He may have regrets in his life, but those regrets should be relieved in spurring his children and grandchildren to continue to work hard.

And Cheng Yu is completely different from what they think, the regrets of his life have not been handed over to any children and grandchildren to complete, he chose to be born at the age of gray beard, and become a person known to the world.

All this was brought to him by Ming Gong, and he vowed to repay him with all his soul and flesh.

"All this is my idea, and it has nothing to do with Yuan Rang."

Cheng Yu regained his calm demeanor, and even reached out and patted Xiahoudun on the shoulder, but a cold sweat slowly appeared on the latter's forehead, rolling down his pale cheeks, and finally landing on the dark placket.

His entire spirit froze at this moment, so his voice was like a whisper.

"Wen Ruo ...... after all"

Cheng Yu let out a "hmm" and raised his eyes upward, revealing a large area of the whites of his eyes under his eyes, which was cold.

"I'm not going to kill him."

So Xiahoudun swallowed all the words that followed.

They can't sit idly by and watch the lord get caught up in a bitter battle, and even if the lord wants to retreat to Juancheng, they must come up with something enough to help him.

In this embattled situation, only Cheng Yu's strategy can allow them to achieve this goal.

Unlike other counties in Yanzhou, Juancheng is actually quite calm.

This fortified city was the first base camp that Cao Cao built for himself, and he attacked from here several times, winning and losing, and was also forced by strong enemies to come to the city, but Juancheng never lost.

The families gradually also had an assessment in their hearts, believing that Juancheng was indeed the most important and safest city in Yanzhou, and their fields were outside the city, but they themselves were willing to move in and live.

In this fortified city, they built a quiet and comfortable mansion, where there were scholars in the family, and they could go home and rest after processing the paperwork every day; Those who have not yet come out of the house live more comfortably, and now it is the crisp autumn season, they can go out of the city to hunt, they can go fishing by the river, and even if the Wuhuan people come, they can go back to the city behind the high wall, pick a fruitful vine in the courtyard, and move the couch over, while leaning on the couch, while chatting with three or two friends, while pulling a grape to eat.

They were spending time like this, when suddenly someone came to their door to deliver a letter.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the state pastoral government made a lot of male coarse cakes and invited them to the banquet, and the organizer of this banquet is Xun Yu.

"Is there a deception in it?" Someone asked uneasily.

Someone else sniffed the letter, "It really looks like Xun Wenruo." ”

"This is not Cheng Yu's doing, right?"

Several scholars glanced at each other, and some of them laughed harshly.

"If it is a letter written by Cheng Yu, it is definitely not this fragrance."

So a few people laughed tacitly.

Since King Xiang invited Gaozu four hundred years ago, the banquet has had another possible direction. Later, in the name of the banquet, Liu Biao killed dozens of thieves in one fell swoop, which also shocked the world.

Now that Cao Gong on the front line is short of money, food and people, the families in the rear are somewhat unstable.

However, after the dozens of households in Juancheng ventilated each other, they felt that there was no big problem.

They are not thieves, among them are also officials who serve in various government offices, and they are usually conscientious, and they are even more cautious in serving this ruthless lord, and they have never made mistakes, Xun Yu categorically can't find any reason to kill them.

The only thing that has been criticized is that Cheng Yu has been collecting grain everywhere these days, and they are dragging it and refusing to give it.

But the food was originally their own, giving it is love, not giving it is duty, Cheng Yu doesn't understand human feelings, doesn't Xun Yu understand human feelings? How could Xun Wenruo embarrass them? Not to mention the Hongmen banquet.

Yes, this may also be Cheng Yu's idea, but as long as Xun Yu is present, will Cheng Yu be able to come? Who doesn't know that Cao Cao trusts him the most in the ovary, not the old thief with a white beard and stupid hair?

Thinking of Xun Yu's character and his reputation among the family, these Juancheng scholars gradually settled down in their hearts.

This banquet is at most Xun Yu and Cheng Yu's soft and hard work, asking everyone for some money, food and military resources, they can indeed take out some more for Xun Yu's sake.

They were ready to pay for the food - some of them were reluctant and unwilling to go to the banquet were also persuaded, "Xun Wenruo went to ask Lu Lian alone for the sake of Yanzhou Shishu, and finally repelled the Wuhuan people!" Think about it, how much risk he had! If you and I don't appreciate it, won't we be ridiculed by the people of the world for being unjust? ”

The state governor's mansion was brightly lit that night.

The torches in front of the door almost scorched the trees in the street, and a steady stream of carriages and horses entered the simple and spacious mansion, and the pedestrians in the street stopped to watch and whisper.

"I heard that it was Xun Envoy Jun who set up a banquet and asked them to help the lord and give food and people."

"Such a meal should be grand! This is begging for people! ”

"Yes, I have a brother who is doing some chores in Nafu, hehe, tomorrow there will be sheep to eat!"

When they exchanged ears like this, one of them suddenly stopped with a flat pole.

"I don't think so."

The muttering spectators looked at him together, "How's that?" ”

"My master usually provides some pigs and sheep to the house, and in the past few days he has heard the news, and he has frequently come to the door to ask for a few fat pigs," the man whispered, "but the house refused him." ”

"Maybe it's someone else's pigs and sheep, I don't know!"

"The city has been in trouble for a long time, who still has a few animals?"

This is a question, which has sparked a wave of discussion among these leaders.

It does sound a little strange that the governor does not buy some drinks and ingredients when he treats guests.

But a group of soldiers came over, and this doubt was soon scattered, floating in the night breeze of Juancheng, and several people hurried back to their respective homes, and the servant who carried the burden also hurriedly sent the things that the owner wanted.

When he returned home, his wife had already prepared a meal mixed with some barnyard and some chaff, which was a little difficult to eat.

But the day before yesterday, the owner gave him a pig's brain, and even that kind of food became delicious.

No one wants to eat pig brain, and everyone says that it is easy to get hypochondriasis after eating it, but now it is also in demand. Such a small brain flower, boiled into a big pot of soup, there is still some oil and water.

His parents, wife, and children ate the pot of hot soup for three days, and ate so contentedly that he took the bowl of rice and ate it in a hurry, forgetting all the delicacies that the nobles were going to enjoy tonight.

After all, that's the nobles' business, not his.

It started to rain in the second half of the night.

The children slept soundly, they couldn't hear the rain, and they didn't care if the house was leaking or not.

But the rain dripping down the man's face still woke him up.