Long live the call of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 28 Teemo's mushroom meritorious service!
"Da da da!"

"Report to the general, there is military information to report!"

In the camp of the Han army, Zhu Jun was looking at the map when he suddenly heard a messenger shouting outside.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Jun turned around and asked.

The messenger ran up to Zhu Jun and handed him a piece of cloth.

Reaching out to take the cloth, Zhu Jun read it carefully, and couldn't help frowning heavily: "The Yellow Turban bandits from Xuchang, Runan, Shouchun and other places have all gathered here!"

"Send my order to the generals and order them to discuss matters in my tent!" Zhu Jun shouted.

"Yes!" The orderly ordered to leave.

Every moment, all the generals of the Han army gathered in Zhu Jun's camp.

Zhu Jun stood in the middle of the Chinese army's tent. The Han generals looked at the map solemnly. Zhu Jun looked helpless and pointed at the map with his hand.

"Should our army go to Shangyong County and Nanyang County to find the main force of Bocai, or stay here?" Zhu Jun asked.

The generals looked at each other and spoke one after another.

"The army of thieves is powerful, our army should avoid the edge, preserve our vitality, and wait for the opportunity to attack!" General You Han said.

"The main force of the Yellow Turban Zhang Jiaobu has come from Jibei Kingdom, Taishan County and other places. Our army doesn't need to look for them, they will attack!" Another Han general said.

"yes……"

Everyone in the tent started talking.

"I know what you mean. These are all trivial matters. At present, our army needs to do another thing. The bandit army Deng Tong leads an army of [-] to attack Changshe City. I am worried that Liu Ziliang will not be able to defend the city. Do you think I Should the army return to the army?" Zhu Jun asked.

"General, this Liu Ziliang is well-known. There are currently more than 1 soldiers and civilians in Changshe City. It should not be a big problem to defend the city!" said an aide.

"Hmph, Liu Ziliang is just a merchant, a villain, if he has any military talent, I'm afraid he will abandon the city and make our army suffer from the enemy!" Another Han general disagreed.

"How can you say that, Liu Ziliang is a rogue general, and his rank is far above yours!" the previous staff shouted.

"Enough!" Zhu Jun waved his hand.

"I'm not worried about Liu Ziliang, it's just that the city of Changshe is relatively small, and each wall can only hold 1000 people at a time. If the Yellow Turbans use crowd tactics to attack one after another, whether the walls of Changshe City can be defended is still unknown. !” Zhu Jun said worriedly.

"Besides, there are many Yellow Turban soldiers in the Han army. They are afraid that the enemy will attack from inside and outside. When Changshe falls, our army will be surrounded by the enemy and ambushed by the Yellow Turbans. It will be a matter of time!" Zhu Jun said.

"Yup!"

"What the general said is true!" Everyone said quickly.

"Then, according to your opinions, how can our army deal with it?" Zhu Jun asked.

"General, in my opinion, let's go all the way to find the main force at the corner of the Yellow Turban Zhangjiao!" A general stood up and said.

"Oh?" Zhu Jun looked at the Han general.

"The Yellow Turbans belong to a million people, and they all obey Zhang Jiao's orders. When our army defeated Zhang Jiao, the Yellow Turbans would not be able to attack on their own. They went back to Changsha to defend, but it was nothing more than adding flowers to the cauldron, which would only lead to defeat!" the Han general sternly said.

"Our army was originally small, but now the Yellow Turbans will number over one million. If our army goes back to rely on Changshe for defense, it will be doomed to defeat. The key to the outcome of the battle depends on us, General Huangfusong, Changshe City, or not! "The man will say every word.

"En!" Zhu Jun nodded slightly, with a trace of determination in his eyes.

"The whole army listens to my general's orders and looks for the yellow scarves to fight!" Zhu Jun said.

"Yes!" All the generals stood up one after another.

What Zhu Jun didn't know was that millions of people from the Yellow Turbans had poured into this area, and they were chaotic without belonging.

And Bo Cai relied on his men to forcibly take down Nanyang City.

Tiangong general Zhang Jiao and others also ran to Nanyang to join in the fun because they were beaten by Song Gong Zhao Kuangyin and Tang Gong Li Shimin. Now Nanyang City has become the Yellow Turban base camp.

In the city of Changshe.

"Dianwei, how about this sauerkraut slices?" Liu Ye was holding a large porcelain bowl by himself, and ate the sauerkraut slices.

A smile appeared on Dian Wei's ferocious face, and he said: "My lord, I have never eaten such delicious food!"

"You boy, most people can't eat pickled cabbage slices during the Chinese New Year. By the way, Galen, have you ever prepared all the defenses for the city, such as antlers, stones, and oil?" Liu Ye asked again, squatting on the side, hugging Galen eating sour soup and pulling slices from a large pot.

"Oh, my lord, we put all the rolling stones and oil in the city on the city pool, and we can deal with the Yellow Turbans outside the city, it's no problem!" Galen proudly hugged the cauldron, sipping the noodle soup.

After finishing the noodle soup in one gulp, Galen patted his belly.

"Well, this soup is awesome!" Satisfied, Galen suddenly frowned, took out a mushroom from between his teeth, and cursed: "This is a mushroom thrown by a yordle without eyes, stuffed tooth!"

Liu Ye shook his head speechlessly. Now he has fifteen yordles here, which happens to be a yordle team.

Captain Teemo followed Zhao Yun to rescue the goddess Soraka, so the remaining fourteen yordles were all treasures.

"Okay, I just don't know if the Yellow Turban Army outside the city has drunk water!" Thinking of this, Liu Ye drank his noodle soup in one go.

Outside the city of Changshe, in the Yellow Turban camp.

The Yellow Turban was in full swing, breaking through many cities and looting a lot of food from the officers and soldiers, so there is no need to worry about food and grass for the time being. After burying the pot for cooking, the chief general He Jin leaned on a chair in the tent and picked his teeth with a small stick.

"Hiccup~"

After hiccupping, He Jin shouted, "Where are the left and right?"

Soon, two middle-aged women rushed into the camp to serve He Jin.

The expressions on the faces of the two women were stiff, and hatred was shining in their eyes. They obviously hated this gold to the bone, and they knew that they were the women he plundered without asking.

"Well, serve me well, and there will be a great reward!" He Jin straightened his legs vigorously.

The two middle-aged women dared not speak out, they could only handle him carefully and serve him.

puff.

Suddenly, a fart broke the silence.

"Well, what is this sound, why is there a fart sound?" He Jin asked suspiciously.

Looking left and right, the faces of the two middle-aged women were flushed, their heads were lowered and they dared not speak.

"Say, who farted?" Just as he was about to yell, He Jin suddenly felt cramps in his stomach, as if someone had punched his stomach hard, and he covered his stomach in pain and yelled.

"Quick, quick, chamber pot!" He Jin waved quickly.

The two middle-aged women turned pale with fright, and hurriedly brought the chamber pot over.

As soon as He Jin took it, he did not avoid the two middle-aged women, took off his pants, and quickly squatted on top of them.

jump jump jump!
There was a violent bombing sound, followed by a stench, and He Jin frowned so badly.

"Uh, uh, uh..." Moaned a few times in ecstasy, He Jin only felt that his stomach was much relieved.

Just as I had this idea, I saw the two middle-aged women next to me rushing out of the tent as if having fun.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He Jin asked.

But the two middle-aged women covered their stomachs and ignored He Jin's cry.

"Bitch, ouch!" There was another cramping pain in his stomach, and He Jin felt like someone was pulling his intestines and pulling them out vigorously.

"Why do I have abdominal pain?" He Jin was terrified.

To be able to become a general of the Yellow Turban, He Jin had a few talents, and at this moment he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Oops, someone must have put laxatives in the food!" He Jin cursed, and wanted to stand up and call for the messenger, but his stomach hurt so badly that he could only squat down and shout, "Where is the commander?"

Outside the camp, there was a burst of ouching sounds one after another, and a funny scene appeared in the Yellow Turban camp.

Countless yellow scarf soldiers squatted on the ground to defecate, each of them with grim and ecstatic expressions, but they couldn't finish defecating no matter what.

"Commander Commander, Commander Commander!"

Only the Lord General He Jin's shout echoed in the tent, like a stench that could not go away.

(End of this chapter)