Chapter 37, far away in Ji County

In Ji County, Cheng Zhiyuan, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, looked at the information in his hand and sneered: "A vertical child dares to die. Today, I will send this guy to see the western sky!"

What he saw in his hand was the news that Zu Zhao led 300 Youqi. He had already heard of Zu Zhao's name, but he was really not interested in a young man with a weak crown.

And beside him are some bloody and evil men. These people follow him to travel north and south. They are old people in the remnants of the Taiping Party. They not only have the existence of the three armies, but also definitely one against ten. With this reckless man around him, he is naturally not afraid of Zu Zhao.

"Bear the map!" Cheng Zhiyuan gave an order. Unlike other leaders of the Yellow Turban Army, Cheng Zhiyuan reads poems and books with great strategy. He is called a Confucian general in the Yellow Turban Army. He has won more and lost less in previous battles, which is why the reckless men around him are willing to follow him.

The accompanying guards quickly opened the map of thistle.

The whole Ji County has a large hilly valley, which is a place with many mountains and few plains, and Zu Zhao must go through a valley to enter Ji County.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the valley named Yitian!

"It's it! I want this Zu Zhao to have no return, order people to ambush on the front line of the sky, set up rolling stones, and let our yellow scarf army guard the highest part of the sky!"

When the words fell, the reckless generals in his account came out one after another.

Chen Zhiyuan faced the map of the front line of the sky and punched the map fiercely, with a sure victory on his face.

"I occupy the right time, place and people. What can you win?"

At this time, Zu Zhao led 300 Youqi all the way to catch up with thistle.

Zu Ping followed, and 300 Youqi killed the thistle like a sharp arrow. Along the way, the teenager waved his horse's buttocks with a saber, and rushed to the ground of Ji County in a day of dust.

"Shh!"

Zui Zhao waved his whip and stopped first, took out the map and observed carefully.

The ancestral teenagers around have instigated to flatter Zu Zhao in case of accidents.

Zu Zhao searched along the map with his fingers and finally put his eyes on the position of the first line of sky: "This line of sky is the only way for us. I heard that Cheng Zhiyuan is a generation of Confucian generals who led the yellow scarf army to win more and lose less. This time I'm afraid he will be ambushed on the first line!"

Zurping was also tricky when he looked at the terrain of the sky.

At this time, there was a large number of exiles, some pushing unicycles, some carrying packages, yellow and thin, fleeing from afar.

"Go and ask someone about the terrain of this line!" Zu Zhao ordered.

Zu Ping nodded and came back with an old man in a moment. The old man weighed more than 100 catties, but it was as easy as a chicken in Zu Ping's hand.

"Wolite! Didn't you be polite?" Zu Zhao couldn't smile bitterly. Zu Ping was really a reckless man. Looking at the old man, he was about to scare this guy to death.

And the old man looked at the young children in front of him with turbid eyes. These young children were dressed in fresh clothes and even the leader had armor. He felt a strong murderous spirit from these teenagers, which frightened him.

"Old man, don't worry, I'm just asking about the situation of this line, the specific geographical location, this is for you!" Zu Zhao took out a piece of silver and stuffed it to the old man.

The old man with turbid eyes saw a burst of light in his eyes. He quickly put away the silver, and then saluted Zu Zhao and said, "That line of heaven is a must-have place for soldiers. The terrain is steep and steep, with the momentum of being a man! Even if we ordinary people are scared wherever they go, it is said that countless soldiers have died, and there are endless souls, which are gloomy all year round in the front of the sky!"

Zuzuo arched his hand to the old man and signaled him that he could go.

The old man left happily and got a piece of silver, which made his escape road more secure, and his impression of the silver-robed general in front of him was a little better.

After the old man left, Zu Zhao looked at the map of the sky and muttered.

"Is the eldest son afraid that Cheng Zhiyuan is really ambushed on the front line? If that one hadn't been ambushed there, wouldn't we be worried in vain? Do you want to send out the scouts to check it?

Zurping spoke aside.

Zu Zhao shook his head. He could be sure that Cheng Zhiyuan would definitely ambush on the front line. platooning troops is a necessary foundation for being a general. Cheng Zhiyuan has a great prestige in the Yellow Turban Army. These prestiges are obtained with war achievements, so in Zu Zhao's heart, Cheng Zhiyuan's status is relatively high.

For a while, Zu Zhao did not have a good plan, so he had to lead 300 Youqi to continue to run deep into the thistle.

"Father, give up this tung oil. What's the use of this tung oil if you can't eat or drink it in this chaotic season? Let's take the opportunity to escape and keep the green mountains without worrying about firewood!"

On a remote road, a team of caravans stopped by the roadside. A middle-aged man and an old man were arguing, and there were buckets of tung oil beside them.

These tung oil actually have thousands of barrels.

And the old man obviously has a reluctant plot for these tung oil, and he is unwilling to give up these tung oil.

Zu Zhao and his party happened to witness all this and couldn't help but light up when they saw the nearly 1,000 barrels of Tongyou Zu Zhao.

"This is a good thing!" Zu Zhao frowned and suddenly loosened.

"I don't know if this old man is willing to sell these tung oil to me?" Zu Zhao smiled and saluted, and looked elegant and reasonable in a silver robe.

"I have met the little general. My ancestors did this. Relying on this family, I am really reluctant to throw away this good tung oil. The little general has pity on me, and I am naturally willing to sell it! The old man only needs fifty taels of silver!" The old man came forward to salute Zu Zhao.

Zu Zhao nodded. The main role of tung oil in this era is to replace paint, which has the effect of waterproofing, rust-proof and anti-corrosion. Tongyou is generally used in carved beams, which is the favorite of craftsmen and a necessary material for decoration in this era. If it weren't for the troubled times, the father and son really rely on this tung oil business. Unfortunately, no one is willing to use this tung oil in troubled times. If you can't even eat rice, who will still use it? What tung oil?

The old man agreed that he would leave to salute Zu Zhao with the middle-aged man.

But I heard Zu Zhao say, "You can't walk away yet. Zu Ping takes care of them and can't let any of them leak, and the ox carts in the caravan are expropriated for me. I'm going to use these tung oil and ox carts as bait!"

Zu Ping obeyed the order and then expropriated more than a dozen ox carts.

Zu Zhao immediately whispered in Zu Ping's ear. Zu Ping nodded and then ordered more than a dozen teenagers of the Zu family to dismounted and drive the ox cart. By the way, he summoned the people in the caravan to cut the horse grass and covered more than a dozen ox carts with horse grass, but the tung oil was placed underneath.

At first glance, I thought it was more than a dozen ox carts transporting grain and grass.

Zu Zhao nodded, and all those who knew the secret were ordered by Zu Zhao to be taken care of.

"Let out the wind and say that our ancestors brought their own food and grass and came to kill Cheng Zhiyuan!" Zu Zhao ordered Zu Ping. I believe that soon, the other party's scouts will come under their own eyes.

Zu Ping ordered that this was the eldest son deliberately smoking.

Because of the ox cart, 300 You rode away very slowly, which surprised the scouts of the Yellow Turban Army. They expected that Zu Zhao would have reached the first line of the sky in one day, and as a result, three days later, they reached the position of the first line of the sky.

And the scout looked from afar and found that the horse led by Zu Zhao was actually carrying grain and grass behind it. He was very happy and hurried back to report to Cheng Zhiyuan.

"What? Have food and grass? This Zu Zhao is really worthy of being a teenager of the ancestor family. This ancestor family is rich and does not lack grain and grass. This time they went deep into treating thistle with grain and grass, which is really to be prepared for nothing!" Cheng Zhiyuan rubbed his beard and sighed that the yellow scarf army was so poor that there were almost chicken feathers left, but they came slowly with grain and grass.

This is the gap, the gap between poor legs and gentry.

For a moment, Cheng Zhiyuan felt uncomfortable.

"God of son of a bitch, would the princes have the guts to bully us like this? Why is there such a big gap! What Zhang Jiao's leader said is not wrong. Heaven is dead, and Huang Tian should stand! The gentry in the world should also take turns!"

Cheng Zhiyuan muttered to himself.

A reckless man beside him laughed and said, "Brother Cheng, it's a good thing. I haven't had enough to eat since the war. It happens that the stupid boy brought the grain and grass, and the grain belongs to us, and the grass belongs to my horse!"

Cheng Zhiyuan suddenly laughed, and it was rare that the reckless man around him would also drag words.

"On this front line, we want to kill people, and we also want food and grass!" Cheng Zhiyuan put his finger on the position of the sky with a sneer on his face.

Only he knows that since the uprising of the Yellow Turban Army, food and fodder has been a huge problem, especially in the area of thistle. There are few rich people, and the collection of grain and fodder is extremely limited. In order to extend the service life of grain and fodder, the army has been frugal in the distribution of grain and fodder, that is, the reckless man in his account is eight taels a day. Supply.

Most of the time spent living with porridge, which can be said to be relatively sad.

Now Zu Zhao actually came with food and fodder, which made Cheng Zhiyuan feel very happy. As the saying goes, Cheng Zhiyuan hope that Zu Zhao can reach the front line faster.

And Zu Zhao had rushed to the cliff in front of the edge of the sky at this time and looked at the coldness of the steep cliff in the distance. If he did not have the fake food and fodder in front of him, he would not dare to break into this line of the sky.

But with these fake grains and fodder, Zu Zhao is 50% sure.

"Report, there are indeed ambush soldiers in the sky, with rolling wood and rolling stones on it, and there are nearly a thousand horses in ambush!" The scout came forward to report that he admired the five bodies of the eldest son.

Zu Zhao nodded and said to Zu Ping, "Go and lead the scout to do those enemies who take care of rolling wood and rolling stones in front of the cliff, and then wait for my order, okay? It has to be like this..."

After listening to this, Zu Ping was happy and nodded quickly and went with a group of elite soldiers.