Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Guo Jia stopped the hand that was about to pour the wine, turned around and saw Gu Nan, forced a smile and put down the wine glass reluctantly.

"Don't drink, don't drink."

And the people on the side have already smiled and drank a cup.

"Taking Jiangdong down, the world can be settled." Cao Cao didn't know whether to sigh or to say, and let out a long breath from his chest.

Turn around and look at everyone.

"Everyone, is it possible to break Jiangdong?"

Between the wine seats, Guo Jia and Cheng Yu looked at each other and laughed.They had already guessed that Cao Cao would ask about this matter, and they already had countermeasures.

"If Mr. Gu hadn't cured the disease before, it would be difficult to deal with the enemy." Cheng Yu poured himself a cup.

"But now." Guo Jia picked up a poured wine glass and played with it in his hand.

"If the Jiangdong soldiers and horses stick to the Red Cliff along the river, it will be a matter of time if they want to attack. However, at this time, they all think that there is a big epidemic in our barracks, and the soldiers can't fight, and the horses can't walk. There are so many soldiers and horses in Jingzhou and the general. If there is a discord, you cannot join the battle."

"As long as our army continues to act like this, the princes in Jiangdong will think that our army will be defeated and turn from defense to offense. At that time, we will definitely show our flaws, and our army will be able to win this battle."

"So." Guo Jia smiled with his mouth hooked: "The general only needs to look sad and wait for the princes from Jiangdong to enter the urn."

As he said that, he was about to bring the wine glass to his mouth.

"Cough." Gu Nan coughed again with a dark face.

Guo Jia looked at the wine glass in front of him, smacked his mouth, and put it down in the end.

Chapter 452: Letters to friends should be more sincere

Since Cao Jun was stationed in the camp, there has been no major movement, and it seems that he has no plans to send troops in a short time.

"Wow." The wooden pulp was submerged in the water and the water surface pushed a small boat slowly across the river. On the small boat sat a man in a coir raincoat with some fishing gear beside him. It seemed that he was passing by. fisherman.

It's just that I don't know any fisherman who would be so bold as to dare to fish nearby when the two armies were at war.In the distance is Cao Ying, the boat is not too close, the fisherman on the boat is looking at the head of Cao Ying from a distance by the river.

There were not even a few soldiers guarding the camp in Cao Ying, and they all looked like they were carelessly guarding, and their morale was low.

A Cao Jun soldier on his side seemed to see him.

The fisherman withdrew his gaze, picked up a fishing net beside him, and pretended to cast the net.

The soldier seemed not prepared to take care of him, and walked away under the camp wall.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the fisherman continued to look around Cao Ying.

After a while, he saw a group of soldiers coming out from the side of the camp, their mouths and noses were covered with cloth, and behind them was pulling a cart, which was covered with sackcloth, so it was impossible to tell what was inside.

It wasn't until the soldiers came to an enclosed space that they stopped and lifted the sackcloth from the cart to reveal the contents of the cart.The fisherman's hands trembled, and he saw a pile of corpses and soldiers' armor on the cart.

The soldiers put the corpses and armor in the open space, and then burned them with a fire.

Black smoke from the burning rose from the river. The fisherman lowered his head, took back the fishing net he had just cast, and left the river to paddle far away.

"Is this what you saw?"

Sitting at the table was a man in his mid-thirties, handsome in appearance, but without any femininity, and sharp eyes under sharp horizontal eyebrows.Wearing a suit of iron armor and resting his chin on one hand, he listened with interest to the reports from the spies.

If Gu Nan was here, he would definitely recognize him. Although the two hadn't seen each other for many years, Zhou Yu really didn't change much this week.

The spy Zhou Yu reported to was the fisherman who was fishing in the river.

"Yes, my subordinates saw it with their own eyes."

"Yeah." Zhou Yu let go of his chin and waved his palm: "Go down."

"Yes!"

The detective stepped back, and Zhou Yu sat silently, lowering his eyes, looking at the pen in his hand, probably thinking about what the detective just reported.

The morale of the army was low, and there was no intention to fight, and there were teams burning corpses and armor in the open space. In recent days, it was true that smoke could often be seen rising from the Cao camp on the other side of the river (in fact, it was cooking medicine).

It seems that the plague of Cao Jun is still there, and it is getting worse.

Most of Cao Cao's troops were not good at water warfare, and the Jingzhou navy under his command was not well equipped, making it difficult to deploy, and now this plague must be added.

"Crack." Zhou Yu pressed the pen in his hand on the table, and raised the corner of his mouth.

"This battle has a chance of winning."

But then there was a bit of doubt in his eyes, he was still unsure about one thing.

"Captain." Zhou Yu's thoughts were interrupted, and a soldier walked in first.

"Liu Bei's military adviser, Zhuge Liang, asks for an audience."

"Oh?" Hearing what the soldiers said, Zhou Yu's expression changed. He was also very interested in Liu Bei's military adviser.On the way back, he had already heard Zijing talk more than once about his verbal war against the Confucians.

It's just that he wasn't there at the time, otherwise he could still watch a good show.

Moreover, Zhuge Kongming had already gained a lot of fame among celebrities before he came out of the mountain.

Mr. Wolong...

Zhou Yu said to the soldier thoughtfully, "Please come in."

Zhuge Liang met Zhou Yu's eyes when he walked into the tent, and the two looked at each other.

"Zhuge Liang has met the governor." Zhuge Liang said first, and bowed while holding his feather fan with a smile.

"Mr. Kong Ming is too polite." Zhou Yu raised his hand with a smile, and said to a prepared table, "Please sit down."

"Thank you Dudu."

After Zhuge Liang was seated, Zhou Yu continued, "I heard about Zhuge Wolong a few days ago, and fortunately I finally got to meet him today."

"The governor was joking, a commoner is not worthy of the governor's concern."

Zhuge Liang shrugged off the duplication of names cast by Zhou Yu, stopped saying these polite words, and brought up the business instead.

"Liang came today because he wanted to ask the governor about something."

If you are not proud of your fame, this kind of bearing is far better than those celebrities who are doing nothing under the fame.

Zhou Yu nodded secretly, and his attitude towards Zhuge Liang improved a lot.

"Sir, please say it. I dare not say it when I ask for advice, but it is still possible to discuss it with my husband."