Chapter 62, Food and Grass Issues
At once, there were nearly 4,000 people under his men, and almost everyone in Huairong County was in trouble.
Zu Zhao sat in the county government and drank tea, but Zhang Xian sat on Zu Zhao's side with an anxious face.
"Postmaster, if it goes on like this, our food is enough for a month. If there is no surplus food, we will face hunger again!" Zhang Xian spoke with a sad face.
Zu Ping, Handang and others also agree with Zhang Xian's statement. In their opinion, it was a big mistake that Zu Zhao did not kill those yellow scarf thieves. In these troubled times, what is human life?
Aren't many officers and soldiers risk their achievements?
"Big son, I think we'd better kill them! Gather them in the urn and shoot them to death with bows and arrows!" Han Dang came up with an idea. He usually didn't talk much, but he also spoke at this moment. Naturally, it is believed that 4,000 yellow scarves can't be kept.
Bang!
Zhou patted the table, and a pressure rose on his face: "Don't say these words again!"
At this moment, Zu Zhao has made up his mind that the whole yellow scarf army rebellion has only been one year, and there are few opportunities for him to collect. He did not have Cao to directly collect 300,000 yellow scarf troops in Qingzhou. Now he has only received 3,000 soldiers, horses, 1,000 women and children, but he deeply understands one truth, that is How bold and productive.
If you want to be like Uncle Liu, you must have enough soldiers and horses to follow you, so that you can have enough capital.
Food and grass?
Is there still a shortage of food and fodder in these troubled times?
Zu Zhao only had a sneer in his heart. Everyone was drunk and woke me up alone. Most of them lived a muddle-headed life. Who knows the ambition in his heart of this little governor?
Since you have come to travel to this troubled world, you can't do it for nothing. There is a saying: princes and generals would rather have guts? Today's Emperor Ling of Han may not have five years to live. Emperor Xian of Han is the moment when the princes of the world are divided. It is an unchangeable fact that the strong survive and the weak are destroyed.
Of course, you must have ambition to come to this world!
Every time I look at the Three Kingdoms, I know that the Sima family finally won the world and established the Western Jin Dynasty.
It was the Sima family that picked peaches in troubled times, which achieved the great cause of Huangtu,
So his Zu Zhao traveled to this world and has to bow down all his life?
No! The sword points to the world! Ask who is the hero, and I am the only one!
This ambition has been pressing at the bottom of his heart, and has popped up in his heart countless times since he traveled through time, but there is no time, and there is no chance. Now the time has come, and there is a dawn in front of him.
The sword points to the world and becomes the last person to pick peaches in troubled times!
They all walk on three legs. Why can't the person sitting on the dragon chair be his Zu Zhao?
"Food and grass, naturally someone will send it to us!" Zu Zhao slapped the table and gave the whole argument.
"Who can send us food and fodder?" Everyone couldn't help lifting their appetite.
"Cheng Zhiyuan! Their food and fodder is our food and fodder! Their territory is also our territory! They plunder the people's grain and fodder, and we can naturally plunder his grain and fodder!"
Zushao spoke confidently.
"What the eldest son said is reasonable. We are the teacher of Changsheng, and Cheng Zhiyuan is a loser in the hands of our eldest son!" Zu Anu stood up and spoke. As soon as he heard Cheng Zhiyuan's face, there was a sense of contempt.
"The governor is right. Cheng Zhiyuan is very majestic nearby. These yellow scarf thieves don't have enough food and grass supply. They all rob houses, even slaughter the whole village, and even the whole town. They can do anything for food and grass!"
Zhang Xian couldn't help but shine when he heard Cheng Zhiyuan.
Who is Cheng Zhiyuan? If Cheng Zhiyuan is beheaded as the rebel leader of the whole Youzhou, Zhang Xian will follow Zu Zhao.
The problem of grain and grass was solved by Zu Zhao's words.
If you don't have it, grab it. Grab Cheng Zhiyuan.
In this troubled world, only the strong have: yours is mine, and mine will always be mine.
Everyone looked at the map eagerly.
Cheng Zhiyuan is on their edge. Not only Cheng Zhiyuan is active, but also Zong Hai and Deng Mao are active. The three teams are like three huge sharks across Youzhou. They don't have enough logistical supply lines to rely on looting and have gradually lost the people's hearts. The direction of recruitment is nothing more than to wrap up the exiles, and let the exiles be cannon fodder, but these methods can be used at one time, and they have been notorious for a long time.
The Yellow Turban Army became a yellow scarf thief. The thief's reputation goes directly to the infamous existence.
Zu Zhao looked at the map with a smile on his face. Since defeating Cheng Zhiyuan in Ji County, he has never heard of Cheng Zhiyuan again. This time, the other party did not provoke him, but he was going to provoke him.
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Out of the county government, I saw the old cavalry teaching new recruits. These new recruits were recruited from the yellow scarf thief in the surrender and chose the most elite existence. It's just that these people have never used stains, and they are not very proficient in horsemanship. They don't know anything about equestrians such as hiding in stamons.
There are also assassination techniques that Youqi must train, and they are not very proficient in bows and arrows. In the final analysis, these yellow scarf thieves are still some farmers who wash their feet and go ashore.
The teenager named Hou Yong was in front of Zu Zhao. He looked at Zu Zhao gratefully. Here, he can not only take good care of his mother, but also eat meat every ton of rice!
It was Zu Zhao who took him in and gave him a sense of happiness that he had never had before.
"How's it going?"
Of course, Zu Zhao saw Hou Yong in front of him, and he was very impressed by this guy.
"General, my shooting skills are very good! Look!"
Hou Yong brushed a shot, almost with remnants. There was already a hole in the throat of the grassman in front of him. Looking at Hou Yong, he didn't seem to have moved.
Zu Zhao couldn't help narrowing his eyes and picking up the treasure. This speed can almost catch up with Zhao Yun. No wonder Hou Yong can kill Zhang Zizhong with a sword in front of everyone.
"Good! Practice like this!"
Zu Zhao continued to come forward and found that the yellow scarf thieves who had been able to assassinate and had a fierceness. It was this fierceness that made them get the recognition of the horse.
In terms of real combat ability, as long as these fallen yellow scarf thieves are full, they are comparable to the original 300 horse riders, but the horsemanship is short of heat.
Originally, there were 300 ghost riders, plus 500 elite yellow scarf thieves who surrendered, with a total of 800 ghost riders. Both the horse and the combat effectiveness satisfied him.
The yellow scarf thief who surrendered is very grateful to him, because they are now officers and soldiers! And be able to eat enough! A group of simple people who are easy to satisfy.
On another day, Zu Zhao led 800 Youqi out of Huairong County and went straight to Luohe County.
It is the yellow scarf thief stationed in Luohe County. Luohe County is Cheng Zhiyuan's old nest, and the grain and fodder are placed here, and Cheng Zhiyuan's family members are all here. Luohe County, like Shiling County, completely became the garrison of the Yellow Turban Army after being defeated by the yellow scarf thieves. The gentry inside were killed, and the surrounding counties also suffered. Cheng Zhiyuan had no logistical supply and constantly plundered the surrounding counties.
In the ten-mile land of Luohe County, Zu Zhao ordered the horse to stop.
"Recupied in place!"
The outside of Luohe County is full of Rejection Deer Fort to prevent cavalry attacks, and there are more than 200 steps of brave hands outside the city gate, guarding them closely, which is the opposite of Zhang Zizhong's Shiling County.
If you want to enter Luohe County to get food and grass, it is like climbing to the sky.
Cheng Zhiyuan sits in Luohe County, which makes the guards here legal and moderate. Even if Zu Zhao checked twice, he could not find any flaws.
He slapped his chest loudly in Huairong County, but only when he arrived here did he find that Luohe County was not so easy to conquer.
There are four gates in Luohe County, each of which has 50 brave guards.
Outside the gate, there are three rebellious deer forts, and there are arrow piles above the wall, followed by archers. The wall is very high. If you want to think about a strong attack, there must be a lot of casualties.
Zuzu Zhao looked at this kind of strict defense and thought that this kind of defense was estimated to be able to enter the city unconsciously by later special forces.
"Now we can only sneak into the city!" Zu Zhao already has a plan in his heart,
"Son, we caught a soldier from Cheng Zhiyuan!"
Zu Ping strode over, carrying a thin soldier, like a chicken.
"Who are you?" Zu Zhao asked.
Bang!
Zu Ping's slap in the face was thrown over.
The soldier's teeth were knocked out.
"The little one is the messenger. The general's father died of illness, and his family asked me to come back to report the news!"
It turned out that Cheng Zhiyuan's father was a person who read a lot of poetry and books, and Cheng Zhiyuan came from a scholarly family, but Cheng Zhiyuan was pulled into the leader of the Yellow Turban Army. His father witnessed the robbery and looting of the Yellow Turban Army in the later period and moved directly from Luohe County to a small closed rural village. Where is there? With the guards sent by Cheng Zhiyuan, there is no danger on weekdays. Cheng Zhiyuan's father has lived his last days.
"So? Did you come back to report the news to let Cheng Zhiyuan know?
The soldier nodded in a hurry.
An idea appeared in Zu Zhao's mind.
Where is his father now? Lead us there! If you don't go, you will die now!"
Shilibao, the place where Cheng Zhiyuan's father died. There are 100 people in the Yellow Turban Army.
It was already dark when Zu Zhao came here.
"The horse bell, wrapped in cotton cloth on the four hoofs, and the cavalry must not make a sound to kill this hundred yellow scarf troops!"
When it was dark, everyone did not hit the torch and touched into the ten-mile castle.
The tip of the gun shines and kills with one blow, and 100 guards were killed cleanly in the time of a cavalry.
In the ten-mile castle, Cheng Zhiyuan's father has been loaded into the longevity material, which is estimated to be transported back to Luohe County for a grand burial.
"Come out!" Zu Zhao drank violently.
A fat butler-like man came out behind Shoucai, trembling, and knelt down for Zu Zhao as soon as he met him.
"Who are you?"
"The small one was sent by General Cheng Zhiyuan to take care of the master. My name is Zhao Si!"
"So you know all the defenders of Luohe County?" Zu Zhao asked with his eyes narrowed.
"I recognize that the defenders of Luohe County are the nephew of General Cheng Zhiyuan! Cheng Chumo!"
Good!
"Afroth people bring longevity materials and escort him to open the gate!"