Chapter 54, fight with rice

Zhang Zizhong was almost mad: "The rice bucket, 600 cavalry can't keep 100 cavalry. As a result, they were ambushed by others and lost nearly 400 cavalry. Are you all pigs?"

A partial general in the tent of the Yellow Turban Army came out to defend: "Generals have strong combat effectiveness, especially the fall of the wooden spear. Once they are stabbed by the wooden spear, they will lose their combat effectiveness!" Then he asked people to hold a large handful of wooden spears. Most of these wooden spears were trampled by the horses, but the basic shape could still be seen clearly, and many wooden spears were stained with blood and believed to have been taken from the soldiers.

Zhang Zizhong looked at these wooden spears and scolded coldly, "Is it because of these wooden spears that you have been defeated? Is this the reason you gave me?

The general was suddenly scared and sweating all over. He knew that Zhang Zizhong's army was strict. Once he answered improperly, he would be beheaded every minute. At that time, everything was over.

"They also have fast and unparalleled gunmanship. Even if the ordinary cavalry's gunmanship is extremely powerful, the assassination is like lightning. Many cavalry subconsciously block it with shields, but their throats have been pierced, and Zu Zhao's riding is too powerful. His five-joule archery can shoot the generals leading the cavalry. Wear it, even the cavalry behind them were killed one by one!"

Zuzuo? Can't you have three heads and six arms? Send me scouts to find their foothold, and then shoot the army to encircle and suppress it. Even if Huairong County is not besieged, this Zu Zhao will be destroyed!"

Zhang Zizhong almost spoke in a roaring voice. No enemy action has made him so angry since the uprising. It can be said that Zu Zhao slapped him in the face of General Changsheng, which was also his most angry place.

"And make wooden spears. They can use wooden spears. Why can't we have enough? Zu Zhao's method is very powerful. He uses wooden spears to suppress archers. This is a very shrewd method, and we should also learn from it!"

Zhang Zizhong took a wooden spear, looked at the bloody blood stains on it, and finally said.

"Zu Zhao, do you have three heads and six arms?"

Half a day passed, and there was no news from the scouts he sent.

"What's going on? Why is there no news at all?" Zhang Zizhong is a little irritable. According to the route of Zu Zhao's action, Zu Zhao should be nearby, and it won't take two hours to find the other party's trace.

"Report, our scouts have been killed! And the bodies were hung on the tree, and the horses were captured by the other side!"

Zhang Zizhong couldn't help but have the impulse to fan people, and the scout was killed.

"If you send more scouts, I won't believe that he can kill all my scouts?"

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Outside Huairong County, Zu Zhao dressed up as a exile, and Zu Pingzu around him was also dressed as a exile. Looking at the yellow scarf army waiting nearby, he said lightly, "Another group of rookies came out and told the falcon to quickly slaughter this group of rookies into the pot, and the family is still waiting for a big meal!"

Zu Zhao's voice fell, and Zu Ping gestured beside him. There was a soldier dressed as a exile pulled up a yellow scarf on a wooden pole. This wooden pole is ten meters high and can be seen very clearly in the distance.

"The rookie is here and is ready to kill the rookie into the pot!"

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The scouts of the Yellow Turban Army walked all the way. They were safe and could hardly see a horse, but it was very miserable to see the dead scouts hanging on the tree.

And there is also a handwriting on it: "No mercy!"

Wang Daring is an older scout of the Yellow Turban Army. He used to be a hunter. His years of hunting experience made him extremely cautious, but he was followed by a hairy boy Li Mao, 14 or 15 years old, who was curious about everything.

"Brother, do you think we will die this time? I heard that these champions are very powerful, and our scouts have died several times!" Li Mao hit the war horse and asked while running.

"It's better to be careful. I fought in the army for a mouthful of food, in order to survive, not to be killed! Those officers and soldiers are very powerful, and they specialize in killing us and scouting. This time we are a little careless and afraid that we will die here!" Wang boldly looked at an old tree in the distance with the scouts killed by Zu Zhao.

These scouts were all killed by bows and arrows.

Bow and arrow?

There was a sudden chill behind Wang Daring, and he hurriedly came to hide in a stave.

An arrow had brushed along his ear, but Li Mao beside him was shot into his temple and fell off the horse with a face of disbelief.

"Run!" Wang Daring was frightened by the wind blown by the first arrow. What kind of shooter is this? The strong wind brought by the bow and arrow made his ears hurt. The most important thing is that the opponent's arrow is actually a continuous arrow.

God Archer!

As a hunter, he deeply knows that only beads can hunt giant beasts, which is also the pride of hunters.

Unfortunately, it was Han Dang who shot the arrow. He had been ordered by Zu Zhao to kill all the scouts sent by the Yellow Turban Army.

Zu Zhao's purpose is to make the Yellow Turban Army unable to understand his details for a period of time, so as to counterbalance the Yellow Turban Army with 2,000 horses in front of him, and a powerful opponent: Zhang Zizhong.

Wang boldly patted the war horse and galloped quickly. Han Dang and the six archers behind him shot arrows one by one. In an instant, Wang bold's horse was shot to death, and Wang bold, who had always wanted to live, also looked disbelieved.

Han Dang walked lightly to Wang Daring, regardless of Wang Daring's appearance, but felt sorry to see the dead horse.

"Draw this dead horse back. Tonight we will still eat horse meat and drink broth. As long as the scouts of the Yellow Turban Army come out one after another, we will have horse meat and broth to drink!"

After Han Dang finished speaking, he rode down and hung Wang Daring's body on the tree. Some people took out ropes and tied them to the dead war horse. They got on the horse and dragged them away. Next to him were soldiers dressed in exile clothes with branches to clean up horseshoe marks and blood stains.

Three days have passed after so many battles.

The cavalry on Zu Zhao's side ate good horse meat, drank broth, and hid the horses in the dense forest. The horseshoe footprints and horse dung along the way were carefully cleaned up by the cavalry. It was delusional that the other party's scouts wanted to find them by traditional means.

Zu Zhao disguised as a exile for three consecutive days and relied on the camp of the Yellow Turban Army to observe. Although he hit the left wing of the Yellow Turban Army last time, Zu Zhao had become a hotly debated figure among the nearby exiles, who could have thought that Zu Zhao would disguise himself as a exile and approach the Yellow Turban Army?

In Zu Zhao's eyes, the Yellow Turban Army almost surrounded Huairong County, while the county magistrate of Huairong County is extremely resilient, that is, no matter how you attack, I am a defense.

The defense of Huairong County is very old-fashioned. There are all kinds of rolling stone cutter and sesame oil soup. There are not only officers and soldiers, but also a handful of women and children. What these women and children do is the unique skill of splashing their faces with sesame oil. As long as the yellow scarf army comes up and a ladle of sesame oil passes, there will be a torch hitting the face of the yellow scarf army immediately. Becoming a fireman is a nightmare for the Yellow Turban Army to attack the city. Moreover, there are miscellaneous dances such as feces in this sesame oil. Once scalded, it will cause the whole body to decay, which can be saved by the power of non-drug stone.

One side attacked the city, one side defended the city, and the two sides fought in full swing.

On the other side, the exiles are hungry to watch the fun. For the exiles, whoever wins is the same. As long as they open the city gate and let them go in for a meal that can starve to death. Zu Zhao dressed up as a wanderer and wandered around, following the exiles to dig tree roots and wild vegetables. Some even dug out a kind of soil to eat. The soil was white, and many exiles were extremely hungry and slowly swallowed it.

The leaves and wild vegetables around them were slowly dug up. Many people's faces were yellow and thin, looking at the gate that had been closed with dim eyes, hoping that the gate could be opened as soon as possible.

"Bah!" After eating a wild vegetable called gray cabbage, Zu Zhao almost spit it out, but he couldn't help frowning and holding back when he saw the people around him eating with relish. Even the Zu's daughter beside him is also a little unaccustomed to eating wild vegetables. Three hundred riders followed him to eat delicious and drink spicy food, but he had never eaten wild vegetables. At this moment, wild vegetables were in hand, and many people around him stared at them, as if it was a peerless delicacy.

"Son, we have been here for three days, why?" Zu's daughter still didn't understand why Zu Zhao pretended to be a exile.

"I want to enter the city in order to discuss the combat method with Huairong County in the city!" Zu Zhao looked at Huairong County, which had been drained, and spoke in a slightly low voice.

"Do these exiles have a way to enter Huairong County? Prince, you really think highly of these exiles! If these exiles had the ability, they would not have starved to death!" Zu Ping was also talking next to him.

Zu Zhao shook his head and pointed to a small group of people with very good spirits in the distance.

In the distance, there are a small group of people who are very active, carrying rice balls on their back and forth among the exiles.

These people almost stay at home with young girls and girls.

Just not far from Zu Zhao, there was a little girl holding her parents' hand and shouting hunger. The couple with empty eyes looked at the little girl helplessly, with a heartache on their faces.

"This eldest brother, I don't think it's easy for you. I still have a little surplus grain. I want to exchange this little surplus grain for your daughter, nothing else, just because this daughter looks pitiful and is quite pleasant!" The guy with the rice ball on his back came forward to talk to him.

When the little girl heard the rice ball, her eyes suddenly glowed, and she shook her parents' hand even more fiercely: "Mom, Dad, I want to eat!"

The couple's hearts were broken, and the woman cried out with a wow: "What kind of world is this? This is forcing me to sell dolls!"

The man looked more open at it. He looked at the poor child, gritted his teeth and asked, "How much food can my child change?"

There is a sense of pride on the face of the guy carrying food. There is a treacherous light in his eyes: "Two rice balls to buy this baby, I don't have much food!"

As soon as the man heard that his own daughter was worth two rice balls, an anger came out on his face: "Get out, I'd rather the doll starve to death than give it to you!"

After saying that, he held his daughter in his arms and lay down with two tears.

"After my father-in-law lost a generation of patriarchs, he will disappear here!" He let out a long sigh and hugged his daughter, refusing to sell his daughter for food.

"Bah, I don't know what's good or bad!" The guy with food on his back looked contemptuous.

When he was about to walk, he found that there were three big men around him blocking his way, and behind the three sweats, there was a dusty teenager staring at him with disgust.

What are you doing? Do you bitches dare to disrespect someone? The guy carrying the rice ball is not ordinary arrogant.

Sure enough, four Chinese characters came over with knives in the distance, looking at Zu Zhao and others as if they were looking at dead people.

'Wudou rice education, wait for the idle people to get out of here!"

The man with a knife shouted a word. The people around him quickly walked away when they heard about Wudou Mijiao, but the couple who claimed to be a public defeat were stopped and undoubtedly also Wudou Mijiao.

Zu Zhao squinted at these people. The five-dou rice religion is a gang that lasts longer than the Taiping Party. It can be said that the Taiping Party of the Yellow Turban Army is derived from the five-dou rice religion, but the staff of the five-dou rice religion are mixed with fish and dragons, and there are peerless geniuses like Zhang Jiao. There are also this kind of human trafficking and robbery in front of them. Scum.

Zu Pingzu looked at the surrounding reckless man with a sneer on her face.

"Slaughter them all and leave a living mouth. The one carrying the rice ball looks very smart!" Zu Zhao smiled with a slightly bad smile. A sharp knife in his hand was thrown out.

Puff! The sharp knife directly entered the chest of the reckless man who intercepted the male defeat couple. The male defeat couple hurriedly hugged their daughter and left them tremblingly for fear of ruining the fish pond.

The click sound came, and the vicious reckless man had just broken his neck before he used a knife.

When the guy carrying the food bag saw the situation in front of him, he was scared and didn't hold it. He flowed down and soaked his crotch.

Zu Zhao looked at him in disgust, but went over and took over the bag of rice balls. There were dozens of rice balls made of rice in it. If two rice balls were replaced by a girl, wouldn't this basket of rice balls be exchanged for the future of more than a dozen girls?

"If you can answer a question, I will give you all the rice balls in this basket!"

Zuzuo stood in front of the couple and stared at the man.

"If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. If you have any questions, you will answer them!" The man spoke very orderly and had a grateful face.

"Are you from the Gongsun family? Are you the legendary descendant of Luban? The descendants of a generation of great masters?"

Zuzuo asked the man almost with expectant eyes.

"If you go back to your kindness, your ancestors are Lu Ban, but it's really not enough for wood art to serve as a cheap service!" Gong lost Hong said modestly.

Zu Zhao suddenly had doubts. As a famous craftsman, he would not be hungry no matter how bad he was, right? Luban's descendants were good at the art of mechanism, and the nine-ring lock and so on have been passed down in their previous lives and have been praised.