"Whew."

......

Exhaling deeply, Liu Biao's eyes shot a gleam, looked at Wen Ping, and said, "It is worthy of Qin Hou, Ben Hou has to do it!" ”

Yang conspiracy is to know that it is a ploy of the other party, but there is no way to stop it.

At this moment, Liu Biao had this kind of greasy feeling, knowing that it was Qin Hou Yingfei who would benefit in the end, but he had to act according to the plan.

"What should we do now, the lord, should we lay out according to the strategy in the letter, or should we make a desperate bet on the victory in Xiangyang?"

There was a hint of hesitation in Wen Ping's eyes, he knew in his heart that such a huge choice should not be made by himself. As soon as he thought of this, he looked at Liu Biao and said in a deep voice.

......

"Just use the strategy of the Marquis of Qin, and the 50,000 led by Huang Zhong will be entangled with Lu Bu, the king of Zhao, in Xiangyang City, to create conditions for the army to go south, and to gain time."

Hearing Liu Biao's choice, Wen Ping was silent for a moment, not feeling surprised at all.

Because he knew that for local princes like Jingzhou Mu Liu Biao, there was a possibility of survival, and he would naturally cherish it very much.

"No."

Nodding in agreement, Wen Ping turned his head to look at Huang Zhong and said, "General Huang, when the lord withdraws from Changsha County, you will immediately lead the army to retreat, there is no need to fight to the death in Xiangyang City." ”

"No."

......

Wen Ping knew in his heart that Huang Zhong was the most powerful military general in Jingzhou, and if he wanted to fight with Lu Bu, the king of Zhao, this person was extremely important.

Because now Gan Ning has died in battle, Jingzhou's civil and military forces have withered, and there are few talented generals.

It is precisely because of sympathy that Wen Ping is unwilling to watch a general like Huang Zhong die in Xiangyang, because Huang Zhong is one of his backers and must not die here.

Xiangyang, it's enough to die one Gan Ning.

……

It's just that this time it was an order from Jingzhou Mu Liu Biao, and Wen Ping had no way to stop it for a while, so he could only warn one or two euphemistically.

......

"General, lord and others have left, I'll wait ......"

Looking at Liu Biao and the others' carriage leaving, Huang Zhong's eyes showed a touch of solemnity, and he knew in his heart what was waiting for him when Liu Biao and the others left.

Death!

Huang Zhong already knew what Liu Biao and the others were going to do at this moment, but there was no way, as a general, sometimes death was the only choice.

Horse leather shroud is also an option!

……

It's just that at this moment, Huang Zhong knew all the plans of Liu Biao and the others, and when he thought of sending the army under his command to death, he was inevitably a little unwilling and guilty in his heart.

Personally sending the army to death, for a general like Huang Zhong. It was a kind of torture, and he was not willing to do it even if he died in battle.

Huang Zhong is an orthodox military general, and his obedience has long been engraved in his bones. Because of this, Liu Biao chose Huang Zhong.

"Back to the city."

At this moment, Huang Zhong's expression became cold, and there was an astonishing slaughter all over his body.

"No."

Thinking that he was going to personally send 50,000 troops to death, Huang Zhong couldn't help but feel a little desolate in his heart, although he could accept the choice of Jingzhou Mu Liu Biao, he still felt a chill in his heart.

The 50,000 army was sent to death, and Jingzhou Mu Liu Biao didn't even blink his eyes, but such cold-blooded made Huang Zhong's heart cold, because this battle would bury the 350,000 army.

It is like a mountain of corpses, but also like a pool of blood in the sea, and it is also a living life.

……

"General, the army of Lu Bu, the king of Zhao, has already moved south, less than thirty miles away from Xiangyang City."

Hearing the news of the scout, Huang Zhong's face changed greatly, and he was full of jealousy about the name of Lu Bu, the king of Zhao. The world's number one general, no one will not be afraid.

Even though Huang Zhong was extremely conceited about his own force, he did not dare to underestimate Lu Bu, the king of Zhao.

"Spread the general's order, send scouts along the way, and send every move of Zhao King Lu Bu back to Xiangyang City, and wait for Zhao King Lu Bu to set up camp and hand over this battle book to him."

"No."

……

Watching the scout leave, Huang Zhong's heart swept through a touch of solemnity, he knew that Zhao King Lu Bu was not only more than a step above him in force, but even the number of troops was above him.

It will be a battle to the death, a decisive charge with an army of 50,000 and a division of 70,000 tigers and wolves.

"King Zhao Lu Bu, I hope you don't disappoint Ben General!"

……

"Drive."

Lu Bu shook the reins of the horse, and the red rabbit horse under his crotch galloped forward, like the wind, rushing in the direction of Xiangyang City. Since the red rabbit horse is the king of horses, the other war horses simply can't keep up with its speed.

So much so that the current picture is that Lu Bu, the king of Zhao, is in the lead, galloping like a god, and there are countless armies following behind him.

It's a beautiful picture, but it's also an impending killing.

……

"Boom."

……

War horses rumbled on the ground, as if the earth was trembling, plus the army carrying siege equipment and grain and grass, this time the army of Zhao King Lu Bu went south to reach 100,000.

"Lord, there is news from Xiangyang."

"Phew."

……

Hearing Hou Cheng's voice, Lu Bu gently reined in the horse's reins, the red rabbit horse was psychic, felt Lu Bu's emotions, looked up to the sky and neighed, and stopped the horse's hooves.

"Herod."

……

"My lord, Jingzhou Mu Liu Biao's relocation office is going south, and only 50,000 troops are left to garrison Xiangyang City, depending on the situation, I want to stop the lord."

……

"Haha......"

Hearing this, Lu Bu looked up to the sky and laughed, looked at the army behind him, shouted, and said, "This king is also something that a cat and a dog can stop."

"Soldiers, go south with this king to kill the army blocking the road and break through Xiangyang City."

As Lu Bu shouted, the 100,000 troops behind him suddenly raised their arms and shouted angrily.

"Kill the army that blocks the road and break through Xiangyang City."

"Kill the army that blocks the road and break through Xiangyang City."

"Kill the army that blocks the road and break through Xiangyang City."

……

Nearly 100,000 troops shouted angrily, and huge voices gathered together to shake the heavens and the earth, forming terrifying ripples that spread out in all directions.

"Drive."

……

"My lord, it's getting late today, so I'll set up camp here, let the army rest and recuperate, and attack the city tomorrow."

Jia Xu, who rarely spoke along the way, suddenly opened his mouth to break the silence when he heard the scout's report.

"Hmm."

Nodding, Lu Bu stretched out his left hand slightly, shouted, and said, "The army stopped advancing, camped in place, and the firehead army buried the pot to cook."

"No."

Lu Bu's personal guards all raised their heads to the sky and roared, saying: "King Zhao has an order, the army stops advancing, camps in place, and the Huotou army buries the pot to make food."

"King Zhao has an order, the army stops advancing, camps in place, and the Huotou army buries the pot to cook."

"King Zhao has an order, the army stops advancing, camps in place, and the Huotou army buries the pot to cook."

……

"Phew."

……

One by one, louder trumpets pierced the sky, and the army of Lu Bu, the king of Zhao, tightened the reins of their horses one after another and stopped.

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(End of chapter)