The tyrant of the Great Zhou Dynasty starts by summoning a fierce general!

The remnant sun is like blood, and the war is over after all.

As for the Sword Pavilion Guan Ben that they desperately wanted to occupy, Lu Yao traded it to Zhang Dai with a county of land as a bargaining chip.

After getting a county, Lu Yao immediately chose to retreat.

After all, if they follow them out of the Sword Pavilion Pass, then their own logistics force will have no guarantee.

So leaving now is Lu Yao's best choice.

Now there are only allies left, Chai Biao, Han Fu, Zhang Dai, Shen Yue, and Lu Hua.

As for how they will arrange it next, this is not within the scope of Lu Yao's consideration.

The immediate priority is to accept Hedong County first.

In the tent, Lu Yao and Wang Mengjun sat and talked face-to-face.

The candle flame flickered on their faces.

Lu Yao stretched out his finger and pointed to the map in front of the two of them.

"Using Hedong County as a springboard to attack and annex the state, and then attack Jizhou, although it is a waste of time, it is also the safest.

Wang Meng said when he heard this.

"Your Majesty, Jizhou is the land of the Yellow Turban Army, and it is also a hard bone to think about, the five-state coalition army is still less than 50,000 people, and these five people have their own ghosts, it is inevitable that they will not be single-minded, so it will take some time to take Jizhou. As he

spoke, Wang Meng's finger pointed at Bingzhou.

"Although the nine counties of Taiyuan, Shangdang, Xihe, Yunzhong, Dingxiang, Yanmen, Shuofang, Wuyuan, and Shangjun are not as good as those of other states and counties, they are close to the grassland, and it is a good place to raise horses.

Wang Meng's words instantly ignited Lu Yao's ambition, in this era of cold weapons, cavalry is undoubtedly the strongest class on the battlefield.

Although Lu Yao has now mastered the technology of gunpowder, Lu Yao does not intend to use it on the battlefield within the Great Zhou.

After all, the lethality of gunpowder is too great, after all, they are all their own people, and Lu Yao can't do it.

Moreover, the population is already sharply reduced in the war, and once gunpowder is put into the battlefield, it will inevitably increase the rate of population death.

Outside the Great Zhou, there are still alien races such as the Huns, and the tragedy of the five chaotic China, Lu Yao still feels a chill behind him when he thinks about it.

The first reason for such a tragedy is the sharp decline in population after the turmoil of the Three Kingdoms.

Therefore, Lu Yao hopes to dominate the world with as few casualties as possible.

Besides, there are fierce generals like Fan Lihua, Luo Cheng, Qin Qiong, and Pei Baohu under his command, and it is only a matter of time before he dominates the world, and there is no need to use the power of gunpowder technology.

As soon as he thought of this, Lu Yao immediately spoke.

"In that case, let's return to the imperial capital tomorrow with our army.

Wang Meng nodded and bowed.

"Your Majesty Shengming!"

At the same time, in the territory of Qingzhou, in a low Vashe.

A man is squatting in the corner, skillfully weaving straw sandals, this person is Liu Bei and Liu Xuande, the emperor of Han Zhaolie.

Like him in history, the identity that the system transplanted him is still a down-and-out man who weaves straw shoes.

However, unlike the previous life, Liu Bei's situation in this life is even more difficult, because he has lost the identity of the great-grandson of Emperor Xiaojing after King Jing of Zhongshan.

Under the candlelight, Liu Bei skillfully knitted the straw sandals one after another.

After a while, Liu Bei put down the straw sandals in his hand and said with a long sigh.

"Fat is raw, and the big husband can't achieve anything.

It seemed to be dissatisfaction and venting on his current situation, just when Liu Bei felt sorry for himself, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Xuande, are you at home?"

Liu Bei wiped his hands, and hurriedly got up and opened the door of the Washe.

Under the moonlight, there was only one person, seven feet long, with thin eyes and long hair.

Dressed in a set of official uniforms, he carried a roast chicken wrapped in oiled paper in his left hand, and carried a jar of good wine in his right hand.

Seeing this person, Liu Bei, who originally had a sad face, also had a little more brilliance at this time.

"It was Meng De who came to the door, please come in quickly. "

The person who came was Cao Cao and Cao Mengde, Emperor Wu of Wei, and the identity transplanted by the system at this time was a government official in Pingchang County, Qingzhou, and Liu Bei was a good friend.

Compared with Liu Bei, Cao Cao's situation is much more relaxed, at least he can eat wine and meat on weekdays, unlike Liu Bei who is hungry for nine meals in three days.

Liu Bei flashed his body and let Cao Cao, who was carrying wine and meat, walk in through the door, and then naturally put the wine and food in his hand on the table in the middle of the washer.

Seeing this, Liu Bei hurriedly poured a bowl of water for Cao Cao, and then asked.

"Meng De came to visit late at night, but is there something wrong?"

Cao Cao drank the water in the bowl unhurriedly, and then smiled.

"Why, I can't come to look for you if it's okay?" Liu

Bei smiled dumbly, and didn't answer Cao Cao's words.

Cao Cao opened the roast chicken wrapped in oil paper, and a smell of meat came to his face, and Liu Bei suddenly moved his appetite finger in his mouth.

In this troubled world, it is already very satisfying to be able to eat enough, not to mention some oil and water.

Cao Cao said as he tore the roast chicken apart.

"There is more and more chaos in Pyeongchang City, and in my opinion, this Yellow Turban Army will not last long. With that

, Cao Cao handed a chicken leg to Liu Bei.

Liu Bei didn't squirm at this time, put his hand on his clothes and wiped it casually, and spoke.

"It has been more than three months since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, and it has been reported that the Holy Authority has pointed down to those who can drive away the Yellow Turbans, and the land they occupy can be ruled by themselves. With

that, Liu Bei took a breath on the chicken leg fiercely, and then showed a satisfied expression on his face.

Hearing this, Cao Cao continued to speak.

"Born in troubled times, you and I can't choose, didn't Brother Liu think about making a big career?"

Hearing Cao Cao's words, Liu Bei couldn't help but sigh.

"Why don't you want to, how can the eldest husband live between heaven and earth, and he can live under the people for a long time? However, in this world of turmoil, you and I are not enough to protect ourselves, how can we compete with the heroes of the world?"

Cao Cao paused and then squinted his eyes and said.

"I heard that today's saint has the heart to recruit talents and virtues, and you and I can be regarded as people with poor talents, why don't you go to Si Li's side to try your luck?"

Liu Bei shook his head.

"It's thousands of miles away, and there are a lot of soldiers and bandits on the road, how can I get there safely?"

Cao Cao said when he heard this, reaching out and pouring himself a bowl of wine.

"You're too boring, this can't work, that's not good, is it possible that you have to nest in this small Pingchang County for the rest of your life, weaving shoes and selling shoes for a living?"

Liu Bei took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand, and then snatched the wine bowl in Cao Cao's hand, and poured it violently, and his originally fair face was instantly covered with a layer of red glow.

I only heard Liu Bei suddenly speak.

"If you want to fight, you need to have confidence, it is difficult to achieve great things by relying on you and me alone! If you want to be a hero in the world, you need to break the boat, if you can have one or two helps, you may not be able to achieve a great cause!"