Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

"Dezu, who do you think is the thief now?"

At the foot of Ye City, Yang Xiu heard Cao Zhi's question and watched the leaving army, speechless.

They both knew what would happen if the soldiers and horses went to collect food and soldiers wherever they passed. In the end, Yang Xiu pursed his lips and said:

"I still remember the sigh the young master made this year."

Cao Zhi nodded, his smile extremely weak:

"Work hard for the country, benefit the people below, build eternal achievements, and leave behind the merits of gold and stone."

He knew very well what his father had done, so he often got drunk to avoid it. Today, he saw the shadow of his father in his brother, which made him feel even more desolate.

Yang Xiu nodded and said seriously:

"Young Master said that calligraphy and calligraphy are not enough to praise meritorious deeds, and words and poems are not enough to teach a gentleman. I think it is true if I practice deeply."

"Now that the young master feels that he has nowhere to go, it would be better to go north."

"Going north?"

"Go north, because no matter who takes the decision, we Han'er will eventually attack Hu."

"What Dezu said... Since my brother inherited my father's legacy and went south to seek war, Nazhi will go north to ensure that he does not fall under the power of my father's Bailang Mountain."

The wheels started to turn again, and Yang Xiu's voice was full of smiles:

"Now that we are setting off on our journey, why don't you drink wine to celebrate, Sir?"

Cao Zhi rolled up the car curtain and looked north, shook his head and said:

"The present scene is enough to entertain me. I should drink less in the future and don't miss anything."

Everyone around him was surprised, and seeing Yecheng being left behind, Ding Yi, who was riding a horse next to him, said:

"But my family is small... in the city..."

Yang Xiu rolled his sleeves and said:

"Zhengli is confused. If the Prime Minister wins, then my family will have nothing to worry about. But if General Zuo wins..."

The meaning was self-evident, so Ding Yi thought about it again:

"When the Prime Minister wins, we will go to Julu to recruit soldiers and food to support the party?"

Yang Xiu was very impatient: "It's best to use this statement sometimes."

Ding Yi was immediately furious. He had been unhappy with Yang Xiu for looking at people with his nostrils for more than a day or two:

"Do you know the courage of Prime Minister Guandu?"

"Ha!" Yang Xiu sneered unceremoniously:

"If Liu Xuande was half as stupid as Yuan Benchu, he would have died in Xuzhou long ago!"

"If Yuan Benchu ​​had half the wisdom of Liu Xuande during Guandu, how could Guandu be defeated?"

Naturally, there will be no result from this dispute.

A little further south, Deputy Prime Minister Cao Pi, who had a heavy army for the first time in his life, looked at the people arguing in front of him and began to miss the cane sugar hidden in his own house in Yecheng.

At this time, he couldn't help but regret a little. Maybe he should have raised his army to capture Yecheng at that time?

But in just half a day, the news he learned quickly made him give up the entire unrealistic idea.

In the third year of Chuping (the third year of Chuping), Han Fu committed suicide. Yuan Shao took the post of Jizhou pastoralist and moved his administrative office from Gaoyi to Ye. From then on, he crossed four states to support Ye until the fourth year of Jian'an.

After his father's victory in Guandu, he also built a lot of construction projects in Yecheng, which eventually became a great city.

Such a city can only be attacked by 30,000 people. Without Liu Bei's army's siege weapon, it is nothing more than a dream.

Therefore, the biggest use of this group of troops at the moment is undoubtedly to go into the battlefield to help my father kill Liu Bei, then everything will be settled!

In his opinion, not everyone in Yecheng may obey the incompetent emperor. Those with big surnames are more likely to wait for the outcome of the dispute between his father and Liu Bei before deciding who to obey.

But is it really that easy? Cao Pi felt that after his father killed Liu Bei in battle, he would definitely kill Liu Bei with blood when he returned to Yecheng, so that he could avenge today's shame!

The faint sound of crying in the distance was mixed with the arguing in front of him, making Cao Pi's mood even worse.

It was just a matter of recruiting soldiers and grain, so Wang Lang, the prefect of Wei County, broke into the tent and talked non-stop.

Simply tapping the cases in front of him with his scabbard, Deputy Prime Minister Cao directly interrupted the argument:

"Prefect Wang, the current situation in the country is difficult..."

"Cao Wugan."

Wang Lang cupped his hands. Although there was obvious fatigue on his face, he still argued with reason:

"No matter how difficult the national situation is, we will not rob the people of their livelihood."

"The rest of my family can serve the country well, so why should Master Wang compete with the people for food?"

Cao Pi choked for a moment, then flicked his sleeves and sneered:

"Who doesn't know that the king sacrifices wine, loves charity, and leaves no money or food at home? How can he serve in the army?"

Wang Lang took a step forward and said unyieldingly:

"The Yu family is like this, let alone the people..."

"That's enough!" Cao Pi said loudly:

"People are farmers, soldiers are engaged in war, these are all for the sake of the country. If farmers are worried that the money is not enough, they can go to war with the army, and they will not starve to death."

"I think Wang Jijiu is tired, please go and rest."

Wang Lang wanted to say something more, but Wu Zhi next to him had already embraced Wang Lang and pushed him out with a smile.

When the tent door was opened, the sound of crying outside could be heard more clearly, but Cao Pi remained unmoved. He turned around and continued the previous discussion and continued asking:

"So...we are going to take Hulao Pass?"

The map in front of me has only a few strokes, but I can still vaguely see that there are three passes north of Luoyang.

Chen Qun nodded and moved his fingers on the map while recalling:

"If you want to break through the three passes, you need to cross the Yellow River first. The difficulty of attacking Mengjin and Xiaoping Pass should be here."

"And when we come from Wei County, we can cross the river from Baimajin or Yanjin, and then we can use food and grass supplies in Changyuan, Suanzao, and Xingyang along the way, and then take Hulao Pass directly from Henan."

This makes sense, but Cao Pi still hesitated:

"But Hulao Pass is also an important pass..."

"Son," Chen Qun advised:

"It will take nearly a month for us to go to Yingchuan. By then, the news of the fall of Yecheng must have reached the Prime Minister. We are too busy to fight, and we may be a drag on the Prime Minister."

"Liu Bei, on the other hand, has entered Luoyang. Can the eight gatekeepers come over? Moreover, he has to divide his troops to the direction of Runan, Yingchuan to aid Guan Yu. Moreover, I heard that Liu Bei stayed in Luoyang for a month to invite him. How many troops will be needed? ?”

"The purpose of raising troops in Hanoi before was to contain Liu Bei. We have just waited for the three passes to attack together, making it impossible for him to defend. As long as we enter Luoyang..."

Cao Pi was already convinced and took a picture of the map:

"Then the big thing can be decided, and the victory will be no less than that of Guandu!"

But in his heart, Cao Pi also vaguely didn't want to see his father.

Everyone knows that his father appreciates his younger brother, and he is undoubtedly the one who needs to be held accountable for Yecheng's loss.

And now, because General Jianwu Liu Ruoben was close to him, he was able to mobilize an army of 30,000.

Although he lost Yecheng, his power became stronger. In this situation, Cao Pi was like a child holding a sharp knife, feeling that he must make achievements that satisfied his father!

Just as Vice Prime Minister Cao was feeling complacent, on the Jingyu Passage between Duyang and Wuyang, two torrents holding the "Han" flag collided again.

Huang Zhong is getting older, but his beard is stained with blood, and he feels unusually hale and hearty.

After stabilizing the front, he even had the energy to roar:

"Xia Houyuan, the head on your neck belongs to me, why don't you give it to me?"

These words made Xia Houyuan who was behind Cao Jun furious:

"This old man!"

Of course, he just cursed, and if he wanted to fight... Xia Houyuan still remembered the achievements of the veteran general Zhan Lejin, a fierce general, and he... planned for the general, and the second was courage.

In other words, it was not just once or twice that he was scolded like this, and it was obvious that Huang Zhong was extremely persistent in his head, which made Xia Houyuan resolutely stay under the commander's banner every time and never show off.

But fortunately today...

"Old general, the military is not a place for retirement, it is better to leave early!"

Huang Zhong casually blocked an enemy soldier beside him with a knife, and looked at the general in front of him who was at least twenty years younger than him:

"Are you Xia Houyuan's eldest son?"

The visitor was immediately furious:

"You must remember that it was Shanyang Li Dian who beheaded you!"