The Three Kingdoms: Summoned generals at the beginning, shocking Cao Cao

Chapter 292

The envoy of the great Han Dynasty, General Da Sima, Da Duhu of the Persian Dufu, and Weiqing, the king of Weijun, are preparing to suppress the rebellion in the Persian Dragon City at this time.

"Father, my younger brother has just received news that his army has encountered rebels in the east, and I'm afraid they won't be able to rush back." Wei Ping said.

Wei Qing nodded when he heard the words, and said with some concern.

"Our army here in Dragon City is still sufficient, but I'm afraid that your brother's manpower is not enough, and he will suffer from the rebels."

"Father, why don't I lead a thousand elite soldiers to support my younger brother? Father, you are guarding Longcheng Town. When we wipe out the rebels, come back and join forces." Wei Ping said.

In the current Persian land, there are already rebellions everywhere.

The army that Wei Qing and the others can count on is the Han army in their hands.

Of course, not only the Han people in the Central Plains, but also many nomads of various grassland tribes.

After they came to Persia, they all belonged to the Han people.

After all, the Persians couldn't tell who was the Central Plains Han and who was the grassland barbarian.

In their eyes, all Orientals are the same.

"No!"

Wei Qing heard the words, but rejected the suggestion.

"I want to personally lead the army to suppress the rebellion and stick to Dragon City. This will only make the rebels more arrogant."

Wei Qing's words are very reasonable.

In Persia now, more and more Zoroastrians are participating in the rebellion.

Those Persians who had defected to the Han army were slaughtered one by one.

As one ebbs and the other rises, the Persian leading parties that the Han army has cultivated with great difficulty fall one by one.

For Wei Qing, this was a huge loss.

Wei Qing must not sit idly by.

"Father, if this is the case, isn't it dangerous for my brother?" Wei Ping said worriedly.

Wei Ping and Wei Xing, the two brothers have a very deep relationship.

At this time, they miss each other even more.

Wei Qing was very pleased to hear that.

However, he has no good way.

After all, the army in his hands is really limited.

All the troops, including those outside Weixing, add up to only 7 to [-] people.

Counting all the old, weak, sick and disabled, it is only 20 people.

Rely on these [-] to [-] elite soldiers to control the millions of Persians in most of Persia.

It is too difficult.

"There are some Persian rebels in the area. The strength of the father is enough. Although your brother is in danger, it will kill the man on the battlefield. If he can survive, he can grow. If he can't survive. ..."

When Wei Qing said this, he stopped talking.

The two sons he values ​​most are Wei Ping and Wei Xing.

Although after coming to Persia, Wei Qing took in many Persian maids and concubines, and also gave birth to a lot of male and female dolls.

However, in Wei Qing's heart, he always felt that only Wei Ping and Wei Xing, who were raised in the Central Plains, were his true heirs.

"Father, the child is willing to be the vanguard, to lead the way for the father."

Wei Ping said seriously.

"Okay, then let's prepare to send troops, first to deal with that thief leader in Silimar!" Wei Qing said.

Although Xilimar has already used another name in Dahan Persian Wei, it is called Xizhou.

However, Wei Qing and others still often call it by its Persian name.

A large group of Persian officials in Silimar were slaughtered by those white-robed rebels.

Not just a simple massacre, but a massacre with various patterns.

Those Persian officials were either skinned, beheaded, or torn apart by horses.

All kinds of cruel punishments were imposed on these Persian officials who were loyal to the Han army.

The surrounding Persian officials all hid in fright.

Most of the Persian servants who were still useful had escaped.

Wei Qing had to attack the city of Silmar first. If he could defeat the so-called white-robed prophet Kedel, he would be able to reorganize the loyal Persians to counterattack.

Just when Wei Qing and his son were preparing to send troops.

Suddenly they were notified.

"Your Majesty, a troop is coming from the south!"

"What soldiers and horses?"

"Reporting to the king, it is our soldiers and horses, it seems to be His Majesty's banner!"

"What, His Majesty's flag?"

When Wei Qing heard this, he immediately felt sorry.

Now the rebellion in Persia has already worried Liu Bian.

Otherwise, according to Liu Ben's plan, it must be the voyage to leave Persia and return to the Central Plains.

But now he leads the army to come, it must be to help him put down the chaos.

"Your Majesty, how many troops have you brought?" Wei Qing asked immediately.

"About 6000 people!" said the scout.

"Great!"

When Wei Qing heard this, he was immediately very happy.

If Liu Ben's royal army could have 6000 to [-] people, it would be equivalent to the combat effectiveness of [-] to [-] nomadic cavalry.

In this way, his own strength has been greatly supplemented.

"Wei Ping!" Wei Qing gave an order immediately.

"Father, my son obeys the order!" Wei Ping responded quickly.

"Quickly prepare food and lodging in the city, and wait for His Majesty's army to arrive. I will immediately go to meet His Majesty!"

"Father, don't worry, the child will obey!" Wei Ping quickly agreed.

soon.

Wei Qing led a group of elite cavalry, rushed out of the Persian Dragon City, and headed towards the direction where Liu Bian's army was coming.

When Wei Qing saw Liu Bian's dragon flag, he rushed forward excitedly.

"Your Majesty, I'm late, and I'm going to die for being rude!" Wei Qing immediately said excitedly when he saw Liu Bian.

For a confidant like Wei Qing, Liu Bian naturally didn't like this kind of red tape.

He picked up Wei Qing and laughed loudly.

"Haha, the Persian rebellion will prevent you, Wei Qing, from leaving Dragon City. It must be very difficult. I can't just sit idly by. Naturally, I have to wait and see, and let the soldiers exercise their muscles by the way!"

Liu Bian laughed loudly.

When Wei Qing heard this, his heart was completely calm.

What Persian rebels, what white-robed prophets, what Zoroastrian evildoers, all are waiting to die.

The royal army of the emperor of the Han Dynasty is definitely an existence that prevents people from killing people and gods from killing gods.

"With His Majesty coming, the Persian rebels are nothing to worry about!" Wei Qing also laughed.

"Okay, you and I, the monarch and minister, don't say anything else, just talk about it, some rebels in the district, why are you a little troublesome?"

Liu Bian asked unceremoniously.

Liu Bian had also heard about the current situation in Persia.

There were many sporadic rebellions along the way, all caused by those Persians.

As for the more turbulent Persian north, it must be even worse.

As for how bad it was, of course Liu Bian had to let Wei Qing talk about it.

"Your Majesty, the people of Persia are panicking now. The Persians who originally provided our army with information, guides, and food are all scared and hiding."

(End of this chapter)