Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

Chapter 41 Julu! Julu! (Seeking Subscriptions)

As Li Ji's words fell, the enthusiastic atmosphere within the tent paused, everyone realizing the situation was much more severe than imagined.

Reaching Boluojin in time was far more dangerous than they thought!

However, Zhang Fei, seeing Li Ji's confident demeanor, patted his chest and said.

"Mr. Zikun, just tell me what I should do."

"Julu!"

Li Ji stood up and walked to the map, pointing to the location of the giant city with the bamboo slip in his hand, and said loudly.

"Military strategy says: Make the empty appear full, and the full appear empty. Therefore, we must pretend to want to attack Julu, so that the Yellow Turbans of Julu dare not move rashly, and then use the method of secretly crossing the Chencang pass to pass Julu and go to Boluojin."

"Xiahou Bo!"

Li Ji's gaze suddenly turned towards Xiahou Bo's direction, and Xiahou Bo also quickly stood up, cupped his hands, and awaited orders.

Li Ji then looked towards Liu Bei and said.

"Brother Xuande, I would like to ask Ji Chang to lead fifty soldiers to sneak into Julu City with fire oil and other flammable materials, waiting for an opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the granary within Julu."

Liu Bei asked upon hearing this, "Zikun, with only fifty people, I fear we cannot completely burn down the Julu granary. What is the point?"

"A show of force!"

Li Ji said in a deep voice.

"When there is fire and chaos within Julu, I want to have Yunchang and Yide divide their troops into two groups, create many torches and flags, and make a lot of noise, simultaneously feigning a full-force surprise attack on the north and south gates of Julu."

"Afterwards, after the firelight in the city weakens, Yunchang and Yide will lead their troops back ten miles to set up camp, still creating many flags, and also creating more stoves when cooking, to confuse the Yellow Turbans..."

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May 3rd, midday.

About five hundred zhang away from the Julu granary, there was a dilapidated courtyard.

This was perhaps the residence of a wealthy family in Julu City, but at this moment, the traces of knives and axes could be seen everywhere in the residence, and the gray-brown bloodstains that could be seen in many corners indicated that the owner of this residence had probably gone to live underground.

And this was also the place of concealment that Xiahou Bo had confirmed when he sneaked into Julu City to investigate the situation in advance.

The main entrance of this dilapidated courtyard was still slanted as if it would collapse at any time, and the spider webs and dust all over it made even the Yellow Turbans who occasionally passed by this dilapidated courtyard lose interest in going in to search again.

Or rather, the wealthy families in Julu City had already been searched again and again since the beginning of the Taiping Dao rebellion.

Nowadays, all the Yellow Turbans in Julu knew very well that those wealthy courtyards probably wouldn't even have rats running around, and there was nothing of value except for some broken stones and broken wood.

However, the hidden back door of this dilapidated courtyard was tightly closed, and from time to time a man dressed as a Yellow Turban would approach and knock lightly on the door in a pattern of three long and two short.

The back door would then open a small crack, allowing the man to enter.

Xiahou Bo was behind the door, holding a steel knife, personally confirming the appearance of each man who came in, until the man completely matched one of the fifty soldiers he had personally selected in his memory, and then he would let the soldier enter the dilapidated courtyard to rest.

And every man who came in, in addition to a Pu knife that was quite common for Yellow Turban bandits, also had a common feature, that is, they all had a gourd or water bag of moderate size on their waists.

What was contained in the gourd and water bag was naturally not water, but fire oil!

This was also the safest way to bring fire oil, which could be used as a flammable material, into Julu.

For this era, gourds and water bags as containers for water were too common.

Not to mention Julu, which was already sparsely guarded, even Luoyang, the capital, was not so strict that the city gate inspection would confirm the gourd or water bag of every person entering the city.

When all fifty soldiers successfully gathered in the courtyard, Xiahou Bo breathed a slight sigh of relief, deeply admiring Li Ji's ability to predict things like a god.

Immediately, Xiahou Bo closed the back door tightly and also entered the courtyard, starting to make some small modifications to the gourds or water bags together with the remaining fifty soldiers.

Unfasten the yellow cloth tied to the forehead, and then stuff it into the mouth of the gourd or water bag, and this completes the most rudimentary flammable material.

At that time, as long as the yellow cloth stuffed in the mouth of the gourd and water bag is lit, and then the gourd and water bag are smashed out, it will directly ignite a small area.

Afterwards, in order to avoid attracting attention, Xiahou Bo personally checked the flammable materials of each soldier one by one, and then began to close his eyes and rest like the other soldiers, not daring to make the slightest extra noise.

Until the night began to completely envelop, the entire Julu City also seemed to completely quiet down.

Xiahou Bo then opened his eyes and woke up the remaining soldiers who were resting one by one.

Subsequently, each soldier took out a piece of dried meat and rice cake from his arms, and rolled the meat and rice cake into a ball.

Xiahou Bo then opened another water bag on his waist, which gave off a burst of wine fragrance, causing the soldiers present to couldn't help but swallow.

Xiahou Bo then walked to each soldier in the dark, carefully pouring some wine on the rolled up ball of meat and rice cake.

After Xiahou Bo had finished distributing the not much wine, he toasted the soldiers in front of him, and the soldiers also responded, and then they all ate it.

Meat, wine...

Although simple, for ordinary soldiers, this was already a rare delicacy to eat once.

And before leaving for Julu City, Lord Cao, the supervisor of the bandits, had already personally invited them to a banquet to drink wine and eat meat. It was satisfying enough to be able to eat it again before killing the bandits!

After one soldier after another devoured or slowly tasted the meat and rice cakes drizzled with wine, these soldiers picked up the Pu knives placed beside them one after another, and the aura emanating from their bodies gradually became a burst of murderous air.

These soldiers were originally carefully selected by Liu Bei, and almost all of them were men whose families had been killed by the Yellow Turban bandits. In addition to repaying their gratitude, they were willing to join Liu Bei's command in order to avenge those Yellow Turban bandits!

Xiahou Bo didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say.

Xiahou Bo only knew very well that if Liu Bei hadn't led his troops to support Zhengding in time, he was afraid that he didn't know how many of his elders and folks would have died at the hands of the Yellow Turban bandits.

"Depart!"

Immediately, Xiahou Bo said softly, and then led the team out of the dilapidated courtyard with a steel knife and walked towards the granary.

Although the defenses in Julu City were sparse, when the fifty people led by Xiahou Bo approached the granary thirty zhang away, they still aroused the vigilance of the Yellow Turbans guarding the granary, and shouted from a distance.

"Who is it?"

Xiahou Bo didn't answer, but suddenly threw the three small knives clamped in his hand towards the nearest Yellow Turban bandits.

"Puff, puff, puff!!!"

In a series of three sounds of sharp blades entering flesh, under the cover of the night, the Yellow Turban bandits only felt three white lights flash, and three of the Yellow Turban bandits fell on the spot.

"Enemy attack!!!"

Along with the sharp screams from the Yellow Turban bandits guarding the granary, Xiahou Bo also shouted loudly.

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!!!"

Responding to Xiahou Bo was the roar of the fifty soldiers behind him.

In the next moment, Xiahou Bo rushed towards the Yellow Turban bandits in front of him like a tiger into a flock of sheep, and the fifty soldiers behind him also followed closely.

"Kill!!!"

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the Yellow Turban bandits who were caught off guard, and even did not know the number of enemies under the cover of the night, quickly fell like cutting wheat.

When the Yellow Turban bandits in the other directions of the granary subconsciously gathered over, they saw a large group of men who seemed to be dressed as Yellow Turbans fighting together.

The only way for Xiahou Bo and the fifty soldiers to clearly distinguish between the enemy and us was whether there was a yellow cloth tied on their foreheads.

In Julu City, the granary was large, but the total number of Yellow Turban bandits guarding it was only about three hundred.

Under Xiahou Bo's unstoppable charge, he quickly led the soldiers to break into the granary's defense line.

"Scatter! Scatter! Set fire everywhere!!!"

Xiahou Bo's face lit up with joy, and he shouted orders. Without Xiahou Bo even directing, the soldiers who knew in advance what their task was subconsciously scattered and rushed to different directions of the granary.

The flammable materials that had been prepared in advance and hung on their waists had already been lit with fire oil and stuffed yellow cloth at the fire basins or torches they passed by.

All the soldiers needed to do was to throw the gourds or water bags from afar towards different directions of the granary.

In an instant, fires broke out in different directions of the granary, and the shouts of killing even alarmed a large number of Yellow Turbans in Julu City.

At the same time, firelight could be seen rising from afar in Julu City.

"Attack the city!"

"Kill!"

"Quick, quick, quick!!!"

The earth-shattering shouts of killing resounded simultaneously at the south and north gates of Julu City!

For a time, Julu City inevitably fell into a brief chaos.

A large number of Yellow Turban bandits were only transformed from Taiping Dao believers, and their lack of military literacy made them far less capable of dealing with various emergencies than well-trained soldiers.

Moreover, under the cover of the night, all that a large number of Yellow Turbans could see was the granary with soaring firelight, and the amazing shouts of killing in the north and south directions, as if Julu City, which was sheltered by the Yellow Heaven, was about to be breached and burned.

In the government office of Julu City, Zhang Liang simply put on a Taoist robe and hurried to the council hall, and at this moment, some Yellow Turban generals whose residences were not far from the government office were also constantly rushing over.

Zhang Liang, as the General of the People, looked at the panicked appearance of the Yellow Turban generals and said angrily.

"The Yellow Heaven still exists, the Great Virtuous Teacher still exists, and I am still sitting here. What are you panicking about?"

Upon hearing this, the Yellow Turban generals revealed expressions of awe and shame, not daring to utter a word.

Regarding this, Zhang Liang felt a sense of helplessness within his heart.

These so-called Yellow Turban generals were, in reality, mostly peasants before this. They were directly promoted to the rank of general purely on their courage and devout faith, and fundamentally lacked the qualities of a general.