The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

After the First World War, Zhi almost beat Zhang Yang half to death, and he was in a mess along the way.

In this battle, what Zhang Yang lost was not only the county of Shangdang, but also his prestige as a nominal Bingzhou state herd.

Even his own subordinates can't suppress him, so how can such a person continue to sit in the position of state shepherd?

How could he shock the Bingzhou warriors under him?

In this way, the loss of troops and defeat of generals is the second most important thing, and the prestige is destroyed.

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Now the emperor of Han has collapsed, and the "imperial power" that can suppress everyone in name has gradually dissipated.

If Lu Bu really defeated Zhang Yang and overthrew his rule, then there is no doubt that the new Bingzhou State Shepherd will automatically become Lu Bu!

Therefore, the war between Zhang Yang and Lu Bu will never end in a short time.

"Cowardly Uncle Zhang Zhi, you slipped really fast, otherwise I would have won Bingzhou in one battle!"

Thinking of this, Lu Bu frowned slightly, and the expression on his face gradually became cold.

"We must secure Shangdang as soon as possible, and then continue to pursue, take down Bingzhou, and at the same time attack and wipe out those invading foreign dogs!"

"Okay, I will cooperate with you as soon as possible." Zhang Liao on the side nodded.

Seeing Zhang Liao's answer, Lu Bu said sternly, "We need your cooperation, Wen Yuan, in this respect. I, Lu Bu, am a warrior. I don't practice literature and morality. I only make wars and killings as my career. In principle, it also has the responsibility to expel foreigners."

"Okay, don't worry, Fengxian, I have integrated the troops in the city."

In Shangdang County, which was just pacified, there are still Zhang Yang's remnant soldiers entrenched in it. As Lu Bu's newly appointed Shangdang prefect, he just took over this hot potato. It has to be said that Zhang Liao is still under great pressure.

After all, in the case of Gao Shun's external transfer, speaking of Zhang Liao, he can be regarded as the first general under Lu Bu's command who is in charge of a county alone.

However, some of the troops guarding the place in Shangdang County now have different levels of combat power.

Even if it was as strong as Lu Bu brought with him this time, it was all the elite troops under his command and directly under the jurisdiction of the Bingzhou Army. Even if it was just ordinary soldiers, it was beyond the reach of ordinary local strong troops.

But in the same way, poor soldiers are like local guards, who can barely maintain local law and order and suppress bandits and bandits.

Although the elite troops under Lu Bu's command are powerful, they are small in number after all, and they need the assistance of a large number of ordinary soldiers to guard the place. After all, Lu Bu's goal is not just Shangdang County, but the entire Bingzhou!

Lu Bu straightened his body, patted Zhang Liao's shoulder with a smile, and said, "Before I came, I already knew that the terrain around Shangdang is flat for hundreds of miles, and my thousands of cavalry can move freely and horizontally. Zhang Yang's men are all infantry. Once out of the city to fight, we just need to follow and harass, not to confront him head-on, within twenty miles, even though that guy's troops are twice as many as mine, he is bound to be defeated!

In this way, the most important thing is to keep the surrounding counties safe and internal stability, these are up to you. "

"Don't worry, I will do my best." Clasping his fists together, Zhang Liao's resolute face seemed to be filled with anticipation and a faint sense of solemnity.

"By the way, Fengxian, Mr. has already arrived at the military camp outside the city. He said that he has new ideas about further plans, so you have time to go there." Before walking out, as if thinking of something, Zhang Liao turned back to talk to Lu Bu. Add the previous sentence.

"Oh, yes." Lu Bu curled his lips and nodded noncommittally.

With regard to the "sir" Zhang Liao spoke of, after getting in touch these days, Lu Bu gradually began to try to develop a little trust and dependence on him.

After all, with the addition of that scribe, he really felt that his life was indeed more comfortable.

The mess left by Zhang Yang in Shangdang County before was quickly transformed into a new one in the hands of the gentleman they were talking about.

The sergeant served his orders, the people were safe, and the supplies sent to Shangdang's land were also delivered to Zhang Liao on time and in quantity.

However, within a few days, Shangdang has changed.

It's okay, it's better to go and see him.

After stretching his muscles and bones, Lu Bu casually rode a war horse and ran out of the city alone.

In the dark night sky, there was no starlight, and thick dark clouds weighed heavily in the air. From time to time, there was a faint muffled thunder rolling in the clouds, like the low roar of a wild beast before hunting.

In the mountains and forests about three miles west of the main city of Shangdang County, there is a large military camp standing awe-inspiring.

Setting up camp at the junction of this piece of woodland and mountains, the choice of place is not without particular considerations.

If you observe carefully, you can find that the place where this army chose to camp is very delicate, and it can be regarded as easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The area behind the lot chosen by the camp is like a fan-shaped broom head, very empty.

The mountain road in front of the camp is just like a broom handle, it is the only place to pass through the camp here.

It can be known that the reason why the commander of this army chose to control this place is that he intends to take advantage of the terrain as much as possible.

"Whoa whoa-"

Looking from a distance, you can see groups of soldiers holding spears patrolling back and forth in the camp, and there is the faint sound of armor and weapons clanging, but there is no noise at all.

In the center of the tent, next to a large military tent, stands a huge flagpole. A large red flag is fluttering in the wind, reflecting the beating bonfire at the entrance of the tent, and the big "Lu" character stands out.

In the big tent, a middle-aged man was standing with his hands behind his back, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hands, but his eyes were focused on a map hanging on the wall of the tent. He was of medium build, with a thin face, and there was a faint gleam in his eyes. Move, look hale and hearty.

Following his gaze, in the center of the map, there is a big "Bing" character, but it has already been drawn with a dazzling big cross with pen and ink.

During the Yellow Turban Rebellion, rioters swarmed, Kyushu trembled, and the flames of war ignited almost the entire northern part of the Han Empire.

Even if the government and army succeeded in suppressing this unprecedented scale of rebellion in the end, it would still be severely damaged.

After all, before that, decades of Ping-Qiang War had left the treasury empty and the people's livelihood withered.

And after that, Dong Zhuo choleraed the capital, burned Luoyang, and moved the capital to Chang'an, causing countless changes one after another, which caused the last fig leaf of the big man to be lifted, and the already few majesty was swept away.

After such a toss, the fate of the great man is in jeopardy, and the fate of the common people in the world is in jeopardy...

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head lightly and sighed.

"Lu Fengxian, Lu Fengxian, I really don't know if it's a good choice for someone to take refuge in you."

670 Two Points

Putting aside the affairs of Shangdang County for the time being, Gao Zhi is also very busy here.

Wars never end overnight. Similarly, the end of a war cannot be determined by a simple so-called victory.

After the war, there are also countless troubles and problems, waiting for the victor to deal with.

Whether it is appeasement or reconstruction, neither is a problem that can be solved simply.

On the battlefield, there was still a faint smell of burnt wood, and countless torches were beating and crackling, illuminating the entire county.

The groans of the wounded and the neighing of war horses intertwined, and groups of Han soldiers were busy cleaning up the messy battlefield.

Although the arrival of reinforcements finally repelled the Xiongnu army, nine out of ten of the thousand Han troops in Wu'an were killed in battle, and most of them had completely lost their combat effectiveness.