Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Prime Minister Cao returned to the night in Wancheng in his dream.

The first half of the night was full of mist and beauty, enemies were at their mercy, and widows were plump and ready for you to pick.

The second half of the night was full of flames, the eldest son was the last one to leave, and the ministers fought to the death and fled in a panic.

He was not unfamiliar with this dream, and he had dreamed of it after reconciling with Ding.

In the dream, Zixiu gave his mount to him and stayed behind to lead the troops to fight on foot to stop the enemy. When the eldest son, who was covered in blood, saw him, he opened his mouth and asked:

"Where is my mother?"

Prime Minister Cao was speechless and woke up in shock.

Now he returned here in his dream, and he experienced everything very vividly.

Dian Wei, who cut off the gate of the camp with his own body, Cao Ang, who died in blood while standing on foot to stop Zhang Xiu, Cao Anmin, who was killed by the chaotic army and his body was hard to find, and Jueying, who died from a stray arrow after carrying him for a distance.

Now, Cao Cao experienced this nightmare again, but his eyes were on a person he had never noticed before.

He learned archery at the age of six, learned horse riding at the age of eight, and began to fight with him in the north and south at the age of ten. As a result, he encountered Cao Pi and Cao Zihuan in the Wancheng Incident in the first battle.

This son was frightened and never talked about military affairs since then. Instead, he spent all his energy on reading. The sword skills he practiced in his childhood were only used for playing with sugarcane, and the archery he practiced was just a topic of conversation.

Cao Cao once thought that there was nothing wrong with it. After all, the incident in Wancheng made him regret it to this day. The victory and defeat on the battlefield changed in an instant. If Cao Pi and Cao Zhi were defeated again, what would be the use of creating such a great foundation?

But now, the regret similar to that in Wancheng filled his heart again:

How could Cao Pi and Cao Zhi only focus on literary affairs and not military formations before the great cause was accomplished?

Such a big and strong city, after being blocked outside the city, he didn't even have the courage to fight to the death, and actually wanted to lead the army to Yuzhou to help him complete the victory in one battle?

Poor him, before today, he was still thinking that if the war was not going well, he could retreat to Hebei step by step, relying on the natural barrier of the Yellow River, and resist Hebei to protect the emperor and resist Liu.

In the dream, Cao Cao looked at the distant Wancheng with flames rising to the sky and sighed.

Then he watched a team of iron cavalrymen with blood all over their bodies stepping into the air like ghosts and gods, and the first one had a beautiful beard fluttering, and the crescent sword stood up in the sky with a cold light:

"Cao thief, don't run!"

Cao Cao sat up suddenly, almost subconsciously reached for the sword beside him and chopped it down in front of him.

With a "clang", the cup in Cao Zhang's hand was cut into two pieces, falling to the ground and spinning, and there was a little silence in the tent.

He supported his forehead, and Cao Zhang immediately came over to help attentively.

He frowned and pushed his son away, then looked at the faces of several counselors in the tent and asked directly:

"What is the current situation? How long has it been?"

"Dad, just an hour has passed, and Liu Bei has not made any movement. He is just camping a hundred steps away on the other side of the river."

Cao Cao remained silent and looked at his son's yellow beard.

As much as his yellow-bearded son likes to show off his strength by fighting wild beasts, he hates writing and painting, and now...

Cao Cao retracted his gaze after passing a subtle glance over Liu Ye:

"The enemy army is stationed in Yingyang, so Xiangcheng and Jiaxian cannot be defended. Order Cao Xiu and Yu Jin to withdraw to defend Fanchang and Linying."

"Since Yanxian has been lost, Zhaoling will be hard to survive. Order Yuan Rang to deploy defenses along the Fushui River. Ruyang must not be lost!"

"Also, ask Zi Tong to go north to strengthen the defense of Xingyang, and...find an opportunity to support Zi Huan."

For Cao Cao, facing the increasingly corrupt and still unclear situation, this is the only thing he can do and order.

Jiang Ji received the order, bowed deeply, and then turned and left: "Ming Gong, please take care."

These orders are for external use, and there is no room for thinking about the headquarters he is leading now:

"The whole army should be on guard to build fortifications, and never let the enemy army cross the river!"

The people in the tent dispersed, and it was not until this time that Cao Cao finally fell back on the couch and whispered resentfully:

"You are short-sighted and lack courage, even if you can be like Yuan Xiansi..."

Finally, the tent fell into silence, and then there was a rustling sound of armor leaves colliding, and soon Prime Minister Cao, who had finished dressing and had a cold face, came out of the tent.

The more it is at this time, the more you can't feel sorry for yourself, and you can fight for a glimmer of hope by working together with the soldiers.

But looking back to the north again, Cao Cao himself couldn't help but feel anxious about his family, and at the same time he had a little idea of ​​the changes in Yecheng.

The emperor is mediocre and cowardly, and there must be someone else plotting behind the scenes. Although the queen is brave, she is only a woman and has not been tempered.

The incident happened suddenly, and the timing was just right. He seemed to have seen through Cao Zihuan's shortcomings in military formations. Who could make such a plan...

Cao Cao vaguely remembered the counselor who led the incident in Wancheng in the past.

To Cao Cao's surprise, the two banks of the Qishui River became quiet in the next few days.

However, the Qishui River, which is more than 80 steps wide, flows quietly, passing through the camps of Liu Bei's army and Cao Cao's army, and rushing south all the way.

In Yinqiang County, the Qishui River merges into the Yingshui River. In this small county town on the riverside, the Cao army commander threw away his weapon in despair. The Cao soldiers behind him looked at each other, and finally someone came out to chop off the commander's head, and then randomly sent it out of the city with a cloth bag.

The Yingshui River continued to flow, and also flowed through the cities on the riverside.

The gates of Xihua County were wide open, and it looked like an empty city.

The four gates of Ruyang City had all collapsed, and a one-eyed general led his troops to fight to the death on the ruins, but the soldiers around him either fled or retreated, and the enemy troops around him seemed endless.

Further ahead, Lejia County was already on fire. Although the city of Nandun County was in ruins, it had calmed down. On the top of the city, there were flags with the words Han, Liu, and Guan written on them, fluttering in the autumn wind.

The Ying River flows continuously and will not stop because of these pauses. It continues to flow forward and merges with the Langtang Canal (also known as the Honggou) built during the Zhou, Qin and Han dynasties. At the intersection of the river and the canal, in Xiang County, a general shouted loudly on the top of the city:

"Master, please stop performing magic. Zang Ba is willing to surrender!"

"We are both Han ministers, why is it like this?!"

The river flows through Ruyin, where the county town has also hung the flag of Han Liu, and a group of troops have left the city and followed the direction of the river upstream:

"Shamo Ke, do you really not need to rest?"

"Bo Qi, if you want to rest, just rest. I'm not tired!"

The Ying River rushes without stopping, continues to flow south, merges with the Fei River, and then enters the Huai River, then changes its course to the east. After merging with the Wo River, it can be called a mighty torrent, and the waves can be called wanton.

Then this wave was smashed to pieces by a huge ship. A few drops of water attached to the hull and the voices of people on it can be heard.

"Mr. Ji Chang, do you think we can still catch up with this war?"

"Gan Gui, don't worry. The navy's contribution is not only to destroy the enemy."

Dozens of water drops meandered down the hull and finally gathered into a stream and fell back into the Huai River. They were carried by the mighty river water and passed nearly a hundred large and small ships, continuing to the east.

Hundreds of rivers converge and finally flow into the sea.

In the tent, Kong Ming looked at his lord who was looking forward to it on the other side of the river, and smiled and comforted him:

"The Han family will eventually destroy the bandits with one heart."

"What are you worried about, lord?"