Three Kingdoms

Chapter 3391 Qu

After hearing the news of the arrival of the Hussars, Liu Fu let out a breath, unable to hold on any longer, and fell down softly. Before falling, he closed his eyes with relief.

Liu Fu was quickly carried into the main room by Han Gun and called the guards to rescue Liu Fu quickly.

Lei Zhong climbed up the half-collapsed wall. He heard the bronze whistle of the Hussars and the thunderous drums, from Beidaokou, from the flanks of Gubeikou, and even from the entire sky and earth. , are all ringing, echoing each other.

In the distance to the north, thousands of torches seemed to be lit, as if all the stars in the sky were pulled into the mountains and rivers here. Under the beating of those fire points, there must be fully armed hussars!

There must be a tricolor battle flag flying high!

Cao Chun and others stopped all movements, they were stunned.

They couldn't believe what they were seeing. They didn't understand how the Hussar reinforcements suddenly appeared here, and how they broke through Beidaokou?

Aren't there still some residual fires burning at Beidaokou?

Aren't there still some Cao troops on duty?

Why?

Cao Chun stood blankly, letting the guards around him shout something and turned a deaf ear.

Falling short of success.

Cao Chun didn't know why these four words were left in his heart.

At that moment, Cao Chun wanted to fight these hussars, but when his blood surged and retreated a little, he clearly knew that if all Cao Jun's soldiers were exhausted here, even if he defeated Zhang He What's the point?

In the follow-up, does Zhao Yun just expect to be struck to death by lightning from God?

"retreat. Retreat immediately! 』

Cao Chun shouted with red eyes.

He was in agony.

But the other soldiers of Cao's army retreated in a hurry, and even felt a sense of joy...

More and more hussars rushed into the Gubeikou Road and began to chase the remnants of Cao's army along the passage.

The hussars and horses were as powerful as a rainbow, and the sound of killing was loud.

Things in the world are really unpredictable. One moment, Cao's army was surrounding the hussars and strangling them. At this moment, they were being chased by hussars. The soldiers of Cao's army fled in confusion. When they saw that they could not escape, they knelt down by the road and raised their hands.

On the north road of Gubeikou, some hussars were using bags of sand to put out the remaining fire. Other hussars are gradually accepting prisoners and fortifications.

Zhang He rode forward slowly.

The overall situation for Gubeikou has been decided.

This made Zhang He feel a little emotional. He originally thought it would be a fierce battle, because there were actually not many soldiers and horses rushing into Gubeikou at the beginning. They had to establish a foothold and open up the passage before subsequent troops could follow up.

In this process, many people might die and the fight would be very difficult, but he didn't expect that after a lot of planning and preparation, it would be so simple in the end.

Zhang He looked at the wreckage and traces on both sides and could see that Cao Jun had made a lot of preparations and laid out many defensive fortifications.

As Zhang He walked forward slowly, he didn't know what he felt in his heart.

happy?

sad?

Maybe a little bit of both.

Horses, sandbags, ropes, clappers, cranes...

But there was no one.

These things are either lying quietly or standing there, like the stone statues on both sides of the cemetery corridor. No matter how lifelike the carvings are, they are still stone statues and motionless.

"Report!" "Some soldiers came, "General! Mr. Liu lost too much blood and was about to die! 』

"Um? "Zhang He was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, "It will be said later that the Jinsang Department of the army will come. No matter what, we must do our best to save one or two..."

The soldiers took the order and went to the rear to find a doctor.

"Alas..." Zhang He looked up at the sky.

The stars in the sky are like abyss and prison.

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Now that the war has reached this point, the gentry disciples in Shandong naturally know more or less about some of the things on the front line, including those things that Cao Cao ordered to prohibit the spread and discussion of.

The more forbidden it is, the more it spreads, and it is so clear and logical, just like they saw the blood on the head of Tongguan City with their own eyes, and also saw the fireworks on the river. When it comes to passion, they tremble all over, and everyone is like There was a collective groan...well, a sigh.

The battle in Guanzhong, Hedong, completely declared that the rise of the Hussars was unstoppable.

Before, it could be said that the hussar was just a warrior on the border. He was at most a stepmother in the hierarchy of the Han Dynasty. He had to endure hardship first and enjoy himself last. Even after all the hard work, he could only get one. The Xijing Shangshutai is just a hussar general with the same title as Sangong. There is still a long way to go to truly enter the core of this big man!

But now this distance has been erased in the fire, blood, gunpowder and steel!

Some people are surprised, some people are angry, and some people jump out and say that they have known it for a long time, said it for a long time, and understood it for a long time...

"That monster is not easy to mess with!" 』

"See what I said before? 』

"I had to go my own way at that time!" What now? 』

All these things seem to show his outstanding foresight, but there is no immediate action at all.

Nowadays, anyone with a little bit of brain knows that the focus of Shandong is Cao Cao, but it is not just Cao Cao. If the Qiaoqi thought that capturing and killing Cao Cao would bring good fortune to the world, then they just fell into the wishful thinking of the Shandong people!

If Cao Cao dies, then the people of Shandong will just put all the "blame" on Cao Cao, and then take advantage of Cao Cao's death and Fei Qian has not yet come to divide Cao Cao's property, leaving those who cannot be divided. Register and make a book, hand it in front of the hussar...

Oh, maybe they won’t be called Hussars at that time.

Mr. Fei!

It’s hard to say that he wants to be the king!

How is this good?

A group of people were in a panic.

They don't like Guanzhong, but can those short-sighted people in Shandong really unify their thoughts and realize the great rejuvenation of the Han Dynasty?

Stop telling jokes.

Fei Qian still didn't rush forward.

Scaryly stable!

But if you think about it carefully, Fei Qian's strategy is natural. The soldiers and horses under his command are all children from Guanzhong in the North. There are also many ordinary people with military backgrounds in the army. These people are just like the Qin Dynasty's military meritorious officials. They have military merits but do not know how to conduct local affairs.

This is a very simple question.

Those who know how to fight may not necessarily be able to govern a place.

In history, there have been many cases where those who know how to fight may not necessarily know how to govern the place. This is actually an issue involving many aspects, including the difference between military talent and political governance capabilities, the balance between strategic goals and governance needs, and the impact of historical background on the role of generals.

Even if we don’t talk about education or knowledge issues, as a general, in war, his talents are mainly reflected in tactical strategies, bravery and adaptability, while political governance requires legal knowledge and administrative management. and economic planning. The military is usually short-term and quick. Even a huge and long-term battle is mostly fought intermittently and will not last for a long time. However, governing a place requires long-term maintenance, which is carried out every day, every month and every year. Perform similar or repetitive work.

If Fei Qian attacked like falling leaves in a strong wind, these Shandong people would still be very happy. Because they have been in this land of the Han Dynasty for hundreds of years, and everyone in the place is their relatives, old friends, disciples and disciples.

If the Hussars want to kill, please kill them as you please!

You can't just kill everyone in the world, right?

What's left is still their people and their souls!

They will still grow new life inside the old flesh and blood!

But if the hussars take their time...

This is a big problem.

These messages are like the cold wind in autumn, whistling past, leaving a cold feeling in everyone's heart.

The discussion was gradually mixed with wailing sounds...

"The sky is going to change!" Things have changed! There's no going back now! 』

"I knew a few years ago that this hussar had a vicious heart!" This is going to cut off our roots! 』

"Aren't generals greedy for merit?" What kind of restraint is the hussar, so that it can control these generals not to be greedy for merit and advance rashly? 』

"Let's break up!" Let's break up! These days, what will happen even if the hussars come? Don’t you have to rely on us for food? 』

"If everyone hugs together and works together, there is still a way to survive. Now everyone is thinking about their own things, which is absolutely unethical!" 』

"Work together?" Don't be ridiculous, look at the time in the past three or four hundred years when the great Han people have worked together? 』

Among these chaotic voices, some people began to prepare to place bets.

After all, for these gentry children of the Han Dynasty, choosing to stand on the side of the winner is always the only way they worship.

So a very interesting phenomenon appeared. Some people were sad and lamented the decline of the Han Dynasty, while others were busy making preparations to collect all the information about Fei Qian so that they could do whatever he wanted in the future.

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The soldiers of Cao's army began to evacuate from the Zhongtiao Mountain camp dejectedly.

In the riverside area where the floating bridge is located, a large number of Cao's troops are lining up to cross the river.

These situations fell into the eyes of everyone above Tongguan one by one.

"Your Majesty! Give the order to attack! 』

Ma Yue looked at these Cao soldiers marching slowly on the pontoon bridge, as if they were staring at pieces of barbecued pork belly, "Let's seize the pontoon bridge, kill the defenders, and see how they escape!" 』

Cao's soldiers were obviously extremely exhausted.

He came all the way, only to be defeated one after another, and now he dragged his tired and wounded body back, without asking. It seemed that even the huge word "mourning" was slowly shaking in the sky above the ranks of Cao's army.

This is a miraculous victory!

Ma Yue's heart was surging, and he was willing to draw the final and most beautiful ending for this miraculous victory!

But Pang Tong frowned and didn't say anything for a while. He just looked at the Cao soldiers, seeming to be calculating something...

Because of the influence of Fei Qian, Pang Tong is now more sensitive to certain things than he was historically. There is no saying that one is stronger or the strongest. It is just that different intakes of knowledge have created different outlooks and thus different paths in life.

Just like now, Pang Tongyi did not boast that defeating Cao Jun was easy, nor did he get excited when he saw Cao Jun's retreat. Instead, he was calculating something, and the more he calculated, the more he frowned.

"Your Majesty, this is..." Zhang Liao said from the side, "The number of Cao's troops is wrong?" 』

Pang Tong nodded, "Wenyuan, have you noticed it too?" 』

Although in history, not only in ancient and modern times, China and foreign countries, most of the time people like to brag and expand their military strength. This is a strategy to deter opponents, which is understandable, but we cannot really take this kind of bragging as unshakable evidence.

In history, Cao Cao's 800,000 troops were actually extremely conservative, and the one who could brag the most was Herodotus. Strictly speaking, this guy is similar to Mr. Luo, who wrote a historical novel, but there are really fools who take this novel seriously, and then swear that ancient Greece is awesome, Westerners are awesome, these are real history, and people never make fakes...

Pang Tong is counting the number of people.

This is a very simple thing that can be done as long as you master the most basic arithmetic skills.

Because the number of people is often the most real and can't deceive people.

Just like the so-called ancient Greek historical documents, the data on specific population records are obviously very unreliable. Only if the ancient Greeks survived by eating air, those data can exist. A few smart historical experts may have discovered these problems long ago and started the patching project of ancient Greek civilization.

In fact, the population of ancient Greece has expanded at least a hundred times. If the patching project is reduced to one percent, then the war between Athens and Sparta is actually a fight between two villages with three or two hundred people. This is obviously not enough and cannot be called civilization. So if the patching project is reduced to one tenth, then the war between Athens and Sparta is just a fight between three or two thousand people between two counties. With such a population size, it is naturally impossible to carry out cross-sea expeditions and colonial plunder, and it is still not enough to be called civilization...

For the glorious image of ancient Greek civilization, these experts have worked hard, but no matter how they patch it, the total population of ancient Greece is wrong. According to those data, the population of ancient Greece must exceed 10 million, or even 20 million to support such a large army, but in the 20th century, the population of Greece was only 10 million. The key point is that in the 20th century, Greece still could not feed its own 10 million people and had to rely on large-scale imports of food, while the 10 million people in ancient Greece... Under the productivity conditions at that time, many ancient Greeks could survive by absorbing energy from the void.

Literature can be exaggerated, but once it involves specific mathematics, the truth is revealed.

Just like Pang Tong is counting these Cao troops now, it seems that they are busy crossing the river, but in fact, not many people have crossed the river in a day!

And I don’t know if it’s Pang Tong’s own illusion, he always feels that the Cao army soldiers who evacuated in the past two days are familiar...

Familiar?

Pang Tong’s eyes moved.

『These Cao troops...』 Pang Tong frowned and said, 『Will they cross the river during the day and go back at night? 』

『Ah? 』 Everyone was stunned when they heard it.

『Ling Jun, you mean... Cao’s army is implementing a strategy of reducing stoves? 』 Zhang Liao frowned and said, 『But if this Cao army does not withdraw from here, where will it go? 』

Yes, this is the problem.

So where is the majority of Cao's army led by Cao Cao?

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Cao Cao has always been very courageous.

And the key is that Cao Cao never admits defeat.

Those who can achieve great things in history are basically courageous, and they will not easily bow their heads in the face of setbacks.

So even if the Cao army is already defeated, Xiahou Dun is arrested, Cao Hong is injured, and the Anyi camp is defeated, Cao Cao still feels that he can save it and hold on for a while.

『My Lord. 』

Some dragging footsteps came.

Cao Cao did not turn around, because he was very familiar with this voice, 『Zi Lian, your leg is injured, you need to rest more. 』

Cao Hong was silent for a while, 『I, can't calm down. 』

Cao Cao was silent too.

They are like gamblers waiting for the opening, holding the few remaining chips in their hands, nervous, afraid, but lucky.

『No movement in Tongguan yet? 』

After a moment, Cao Cao asked.

『No. 』Cao Hong replied, 『Are they afraid to come out? 』

『Don't dare? 'Cao Cao smiled, 'They are cautious... Well, it's okay for the cavalry to be cautious, but I didn't expect these people...'

In fact, Cao Cao had a lot of tricks up his sleeve, but unfortunately, the caution of the general of the cavalry made some of Cao Cao's strategies either ineffective or unsuccessful.

Just like the plague seeds that Cao Cao arranged along the way in Hedong, he didn't get the same harvest as Yuan Shao.

When people are not sick, they always look down on those tiny germs and viruses, but they are more afraid of behemoths. Just like when the peak of various infectious diseases in later generations passes, some people will immediately pull off their masks, as if breathing less sweet air for a moment will lose a lifetime.

Cao Cao's original plan was to cause the plague infection of the cavalry, but unfortunately, Fei Qian had been very strict with the plague, or the hygiene problems in the army, from the beginning. Even some of his generals were called bathing lieutenants and shit pit generals behind their backs at a certain period of time...

Fei Qian walked slowly!

This simple word "slow" ruined Cao Cao's series of arrangements!

Because it was slow, there was no rush.

Because there was no rush, many things were done in place, and nothing was omitted because of urgency.

On the other hand, Fei Qian fought fast!

Cao Cao glanced at Cao Hong, and there was more or less some regret in his eyes.

Cao Hong thought he could hold Fei Qian back, and Cao Cao also thought Cao Hong could hold him back.

Under Anyi City, they failed to delay for long enough, and thus failed to consume much of the Hussars. After all, when fighting, they would not pay much attention to the corpses on the battlefield...

And now, the Hussars did not attack eagerly, and slowed down again. In cleaning up the mess in Anyi, it was equivalent to basically removing the plague seeds that Cao Cao and Cao Hong had planted in Hedong.

『Have those gunpowders been deployed? 』 Cao Cao asked.

Cao Hong nodded, 『Most of them have been deployed... But some places are difficult to dig, and the craftsmen are being asked to hurry up...』

『Huh...』 Cao Cao exhaled, 『If Fengxiao was still there...』

Indeed, if Guo Jia was still there, then these things would have been done long ago, Cao Cao would not have to rush to Zhongtiao Mountain, and he could have dealt with Fei Qian in Anyi for a few more days, and Cao Hong would not have fallen so quickly.

However, things in the world are often like this.

Eight out of ten things in life are not as expected.

And what happened to Cao Cao next, was it as expected or not?