As the saying goes, pressing the gourd and then the gourd rises.

It means that it is difficult to check the beginning and end.

It is also said that there are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains called kings.

It is precisely because of the many restrictions on the princes and kings that the aristocratic families have become larger.

Your Majesty was worried that the royal family would rise up in chaos, so he transferred Liu Bei to Guanxi. The land of Guandong was missing the "white jade pillar to the sky and purple gold beams to build the sea". The heroes from all walks of life, you finished singing and I came on stage. There were many people watching the fire from the other side of the river. There were also many people who took the chestnuts from the fire. The thieves were not eliminated for a day, and people at that time could not feel at ease.

Just imagine, if King Ji was in charge of Guandong, where could the heroes of the world go?

Your Majesty is indeed the God's business.

The so-called quick battle and quick decision. If the chaos can be corrected as soon as possible, people will not be confused. How could the Han Dynasty be helpless? Furthermore, once the world returns to the right path, the throne will be inherited in moderation. How could it be the turn of King Ji to peek at the great treasure?

After all, Your Majesty has the wisdom of a businessman, but does not have the far-sighted vision of a wise king. In a nutshell, he has small wisdom but no great plan. He only cares about the present moment and ignores the long-term.

Just as the commander of the Western Regions, Liu Bei, the King of Ji, traveled day and night, and left the Great Wall to escape outside the pass, and headed straight for Chang'an.

Cao Mengde was awakening from a deep sleep.

Yu Guang suddenly saw someone beside him. He was about to turn over and draw his sword, but he felt empty. He was anxious and had no sleepiness. He leaned forward and saw that it was Zhang Miao.

"I was drunk yesterday and fell asleep with Meng Zhuo. Why did I forget today?" Cao Cao turned over and got out of bed, and went to wash himself without mentioning it.

The fire outside the city burned for a day and night. The dust was covered with dust and the city was burnt. Fortunately, the city walls were towering and the flying fire had not crossed, igniting the city. However, it was not appropriate to be late, and learned that there were dry meadows under the grass. Cao Cao wanted to lead his troops back.

Burn Changshe!

"Where did Meng De go?" Cao Cao was about to leave without saying goodbye, but Zhang Miao also stood up.

"Yesterday a fire burned out all the bandits, and today we should return to break the siege of the Changshe." Cao Cao told the truth.

"The Yellow Turban in Dongjun suffered heavy casualties. Just as we were in one go, we could destroy all the other thieves. Why did we give up halfway?" Zhang Miao asked.

"this……"

Seeing Cao Cao speechless, Zhang Miao advised again: "The opportunity to fight is lost. Instead of turning back and fighting against an unpredictable enemy, it is better to chase and suppress the remaining defeated soldiers and defeat them and do their best. Otherwise, you will lose one thing and wait for the Yellow Turbans in the East County to gather the thieves and make a comeback, and it will be too late to regret it!"

This is the old man’s words of planning the country.

It is also to advise Cao Cao to learn how to calculate gains and losses. Although the Yellow Turbans in Dongjun were defeated, the leaders were all there. They were revived, only in the evening. And for Cao Cao, a small victory or the merit of extermination. Which is more important, why should we say more?

Seeing Cao Cao pondering and speaking, Zhang Miao advised again: "The siege of Changshe seems urgent, but it is not possible to break it overnight. The Yellow Turban thieves have no weapons to attack the city, so they are eager to break through the city where the two generals are heavily stationed. It is not too late to fight back when the Yellow Turbans of Dongjun are wiped out."

"Brother said it is reasonable." Cao Cao immediately made up his mind: "It will not be too late to return to the army when the Yellow Turbans of Dongjun is destroyed." Then the general reported the military information, integrated the soldiers, and prepared to conquer Dongjun. For fear of missing the opportunity, he reported the situation and said, "The sky is dry and the things can be used to attack fire." If the right Zhonglang general can adopt it, this battle will be easy.

Dongjun, Yellow Turban Camp.

Guo Zu sat in a trunk. All the Qu soldiers under his command were covered in smoke and fire, and each sighed.

Hu Yu, who escaped by chance, was also among them. If he hadn't been alert and ran around and shouted, the bandits of Mount Tai would have suffered heavy losses.

Even so, most of the men and horses under Zeng Sheng, Zhang Qiu, and Zhang Jiao were burned away by a fire. Hu Yu was originally a commander but his subordinates were all broken in Ji State, and there were not many people. However, Guo Zu still had thousands of elite soldiers in Mount Tai.

"Brother! What should I do for the sake of the present?" Zeng Sheng spoke out angrily.

Seeing that Guo Zu's eyes were coming, Hu Yu said, "All the brothers here are life and death, so don't hurt the harmony. The Yellow Turbans also suffered numerous casualties in this battle. All the strong are killed in battle, and only thousands of old and weak are left in the camp. The Yellow Turbans in Yanzhou are unlikely to do anything. It's better..."

"But it's okay to say it." Guo Zuyan said.

"It's better to go north and invest..."

"Follow the Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou." Zhang Qiu blurted out.

Hu Yu had no choice but to keep his mouth secretly.

Guo Zushen glanced at Hu Yu and pretended to be pondered: "Qingzhou is close to our mountain villages and water villages. But I don't know who presided over the Yellow Turban in Qingzhou?"

"Zhang Rao, Guan Hai." Zhang Jiao replied.

"Is there a way?" Guo Zu asked again.

"I have a few encounters with Zhang Rao. As for Guan Hai, I don't know it." Zhang Jiao replied again.

Seeing that Guo Zu did not comment, Zeng Sheng made a statement: "Brother, if you want to break it, you will break it. Bu Ji and others are already disappointed and it is difficult to do anything. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so it is better to go north to Qingzhou."

Guo Zu nodded immediately: "In this way, I listened to my brothers' words and went north to Qingzhou."

Then he said, "Where is Buqu coach? How do you say it?"

"Why do you need to say too much? It is the best way to pull out the camp at night." Zeng Sheng grinned. Seeing that something was wrong, he would apply oil to the soles of his feet, which was a common trick for the thieves. Once he told the truth, he would have a dispute, but it would be difficult to get out.

"In this way, we will return to the camp. When the rooster crows, we will go north to Qingzhou." Guo Zu said.

"Here!"

Hu Yu returned to the tent and had not yet fallen asleep. Someone outside the tent called out: "Brother Hu."

"Brother Guo." Hu Yu hurriedly stood up to greet him.

The person who came was Guo Zu. After entering the tent, the two sat down. Hu Yu was about to speak, but Guo Zu stopped him. He heard nothing unusual. Guo Zu then whispered: "The time has not come."

Hu Yu nodded gently: "Zhongqus have not given up yet."

"Yes." Guo Zu sighed: "If you forcefully speak, conflict will not be beautiful. You might as well follow everyone's words and go north to Qingzhou and make a decision."

Hu Yu nodded and said, "It's just Brother Guo, as Bu Qu Shuai said before, the rebels are now very powerful, so King Ji is willing to go out of the way. If the rebels are pacified, things may not be done. Brother Guo needs to make plans early, and there is a chance that changes will occur later."

"I have known my brother's intentions for you." Guo Zuyan said: "When you go to Qingzhou, you will find an opportunity to return to Ji Country. If King Ji really promises you a high position and a generous salary, you will have your own concerns for you."

It turned out that he was worried about this. Hu Yu then clasped his fists: "It depends on the big brother's instructions."

Bu Ji's big tent. The yellow turban coach with white hair was drinking to relieve his sorrow.

The situation is very good, and the city is about to be broken. Unexpectedly, tens of thousands of elite soldiers were swept away by a fire in a blink of an eye. The Yellow Turbans in Yanzhou were no longer able to advance eastward. Instead of sitting there waiting to die, it is better to...

The word "Ji King" flashed through my heart. The sweet rain turned into boundless bitterness in my mouth.

If I had known today, why should I be the first one?

Suddenly, he heard the commotion of the people outside the tent. He was about to scold him, but the soldiers were already panicked and reported: "Master Qu! Han army attacked at night—"

"Go and invite coach Guo Qu!" Bu Ji stood up suddenly.

"Ship Guo Qu has already left the camp!" The soldiers spoke in mourning.

"Hiss--" Bu Ji took a breath of cold air. His eyes turned black and his whole body was shaking. His blood surged, his throat became sweet, and with a puff, his mouth was bleeding.

Seeing that Qu Shuai was like this, he knew that the situation was over. The soldier turned around and fled out of the tent, but was stabbed to death by a spear.

The generals of the bandits who were still coughing up blood easily took over. Cao Cao led his elite cavalry to kill him into the camp.
Chapter completed!