Liu Feng, the God of War of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 88 Thousands of troops are easy to get

As long as Liu Feng waved his hand gently and fired ten thousand arrows, Huang Zhong and his thousands of people would be shot into a honeycomb in an instant.

As soon as Huang Zhong died, Linxiang City was no longer a useless general. With less than a thousand remaining soldiers and horses, how could he resist the morale of Jiangxia soldiers?

Huang Zhong's surname, Linxiang City and even the whole Changsha County, can be said to be under Liu Feng's control at this moment. However, what made Huang Zhong puzzled was that Liu Feng disdained this great opportunity to come to his door.

"Old General, why don't you go back to the city? Do you want to stay and drink a few good drinks with the younger generation?" Seeing that Huang Zhong was stunned, Liu Feng made a joke.

Huang Zhong woke up from his difficult thoughts. He frowned, but the old man looked directly at Liu Feng: "Mr. Liu, what on earth do you want to do?"

As soon as he heard this, the panicked Changsha soldiers under Huang Zhong's hands were worried, thinking that the enemy finally promised to let us go. This is the king's way to pick up a life in the ghost gate and escape back to the city quickly. When it is so urgent, the old general, you still have time to question the reason why they let you go. You are not purely Are you panicked when you are full?

"The reason I said just now is that if the old general has to ask, it's okay to add one, because I admire the old general very much and hope that one day I can fight side by side with the old general. Well, the old general should be satisfied with this reason.

Liu Feng's metal-like voice spread all over the camp, and the four words "fight side by side" increased their strength, which actually made people have a kind of hot-blooded impulse.

Huang Zhong's solemn expression calmed down and stared at the young man surrounded by fire again. After a long silence, he raised his hand slightly and said loudly, "Mr. Liu showed mercy today. I, Huang Zhong, wrote it down and said goodbye."

Huang Zhong could not respond too much to Liu Feng's generosity. At that time, he turned around and hurriedly withdrew from the camp with more than a thousand of his frightened Changsha soldiers and retreated to Linxiang City in the south.

Liu Feng walked his horse and watched the enemy disappear in the night. Ma Yan, who followed him, couldn't help saying, "Sir, although you have the intention to surrender Huang Hansheng, it was indeed a good opportunity just now. With your order, we may be able to hold a celebration banquet in Linxiang City at this time tomorrow."

Liu Feng smiled faintly: "Those who achieve great things must be patient. Sooner or later, Changsha County will be mine, and there is no need to be in a hurry. Moreover, it is easy to get thousands of troops, and it is difficult to find a general. In fact, for me, getting a Huang Zhong is worth ten Changsha.

Thousands of troops are easy to get, but one general is hard to find.

Although the eight words of Liu Feng are Huang Zhong, there is a trace of warmth in Ma's heart. In Ma Jian's eyes, Huang Zhong and he are actually the same kind of people. They are both "Huai Cai". Liu Feng's words of thirst for talents naturally indirectly make Ma Jian feel his important surname in Liu Feng's eyes.

Thinking of this, Ma Wei exhaled softly: "If that's the case, our two moves have been played. Next, it's time to watch the performance of the dark chess."

"Huang Hansheng, we will meet again soon." Looking at Linxiang City in the night, Liu Feng smiled secretly.

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Speepless all the way, Huang Zhong led a thousand Changsha soldiers and silently returned to Linxiang City.

That night, Han Xuan, like Bai Yu, stood at the head of the city anxiously watching the direction of the enemy camp in the north. He was ready to lead the army to support him as soon as he saw the enemy's camp fire.

Unfortunately, Han Xuan was disappointed again. After watching in the middle of the night, Han Xuan could not wait for the fire of the enemy camp, but for Huang Zhong, who looked gloomy and returned without success.

"Huang Hansheng, I ordered you to attack the enemy camp at night. Why did you go and return?" Han Xuan asked harshly as soon as he saw Huang Zhong.

Huang Zhong sighed and said silently, "I was ordered by Han Taishou to go to the robbery camp, but it's a pity that Liu Feng had been on guard for a long time and laid an ambush with a crossbow. Han Taishou's plan failed."

Han Xuan's expression changed, but it was not only his own strategy that was seen through by Liu Feng.

He looked at the thousand people who followed Huang Zhong into the city behind him, and his stunned face gradually became fierce and suspicious. He asked Huang Zhong harshly, "Since you have fallen into the trap set by that boy, why can you come back so intact without losing a soldier?"

"The Mr. Liu kept his promise and claimed that he didn't want his father's reply. Once he didn't use martial arts against me, he allowed me to retreat with more than a thousand people." Huang Zhong answered Han Xuan's questions without concealment.

Huang Zhong's words sounded like there was no contradiction, but at this time, Han Xuan was really contradictory.

Han Xuan was originally wary of Huang Zhong. Previously, Huang Zhong tried his best to defend but did not attack. When he passively went out of the city to fight, he met with the enemy generals alone and didn't know what to say. At present, he led the army to rob the camp. The other party could obviously kill him, but he actually let him back unharmed.

All kinds of doubts were superimposed, and the volcano accumulated by suspicion in Han Xuan's heart finally erupted at this moment.

"Come on, take down Huang Zhong, the traitor!"

With Han Xuan's fierce shout, more than dozens of soldiers who had been preset for a long time rushed up, and surrounded Huang Zhong with swords and halberd. After following Huang Zhong for many years, he saw that the imperial guard was going to be unfavorable to the military commander. In anger, they immediately turned their faces to rescue Huang Zhong.

With the force of the first knife general in the south of the Yangtze River, how could not hurt him in front of him, but Huang Zhonghuan looked around and saw that nearly a hundred archers had been laid on the head of the city and the nearby roof. It was Han Xuan who had already laid them in advance to beware of himself.

If he kills in anger, of course, no one can stop him from killing out of the city and escaping to heaven, but the four hundred soldiers will be buried here, which is what Huang Zhong can't bear in any case.

Seeing the situation like this, Huang Zhong anxiously stopped the people who were ready to move, stared at Han Xuan angrily, and said harshly, "Han Taishou, why do you slander me as a traitor?"

At this time, Han Xuan had already taken advantage of the situation to retreat to the protection circle laid by many soldiers. In the face of Huang Zhong's questioning, he snorted coldly: "All kinds of signs are enough to prove that you and the enemy general Liu Feng have long been secretly colluting in an attempt to seize my Changsha. How can I, Han Xuan, be fooled by you and other ghosts?"

"I didn't collude with Liu Feng!" In the face of the Lord's unwarranted guilt, Huang Zhong did not know how to defend himself, and he could only roar in anger.

Han Xuan was indifferent and pointed at him and said, "At this point, you don't have to make unnecessary sophistry. To tell you the truth, your family is now under my control. If you know each other, you will be captured honestly. Otherwise, hum--"

It's really despicable to blackmail your family!

At this moment, Huang Zhong was so angry that he couldn't wait to kill Han Xuan with a knife. However, in such a passive situation, there is nowhere to vent the anger.

After a moment of stalemate, Huang Zhong fiercely raised the long knife high. Just as a group of encirclers were frightened and thought that Huang Zhong was going to kill angrily, the countless blood-drinking blade slammed and penetrated deep into the ground.

Han Xuan, more than ten steps away, breathed a sigh of relief.