April 13th.

The guards of Ruyang, Hao Niu, got out of the military camp listlessly and took his men to the top of the city step by step.

He yawned and pushed a soldier who was sleeping soundly on the battlement:

"Old Zheng, Lao Zheng, wake up, don't sleep!"

Zheng Da's eyes trembled when he woke him up, and then he slowly opened his eyes:

"It's just when it's not dawn!"

Hao Niu kicked him in the ass:

"This is foggy! Take the people back to the house to sleep, sleep in the fog, aren't you afraid of getting wet disease in the future?"

Zheng Dayan stretched and stood up with the battlements:

"Where can we have the future, those who are suffering? My five brothers are now dead. Now I am the only one left. God, this ghost day, can't you open your eyes and pity us?"

Hao Niu patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"It's always good to be alive for one day. We are much luckier than those who He Man brought to Yingchuan last year!"

Zheng Dayan nodded, subconsciously looked into the distance, and suddenly he froze in place!

"Old Zheng, what's wrong with you?"

Hao Niu followed him and trembled:

"Warning! Beware! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!!"

In the fog, a large black shadow appeared and slowly moved towards Ruyang City!

In this shadow, there are two flags that are particularly conspicuous.

"General of the Assistant Han!"

"King Chen of the Great Han!"

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"Master!Master! Ruyang City seeks help!!"

A day later, Huang Shao, who was in Xihua City, received an urgent report.

Huang Shao, one of the four great kings of the Yellow Turbans in southern Henan, has naturally made his own judgment since he was arranged at the junction of Runan, Yingchuan and Chen.

When he saw the whistle driver asking for help, his first question was:

"Where does the enemy come from? Yingchuan or Chen State?"

The whistle driver was exhausted and rubbed the foam from the corner of his mouth while answering his question:

"The enemy came from the northeast, and it was King Chen who personally led the troops!"

Huang Shao is doubtful:

"King Chen personally led the troops? How do you make sure?"

The whistle driver held on for a while:

"The villain saw King Chen's banner with his own eyes. Even if it was not King Chen himself, he was also a general of the State of Chen!"

Huang Shao asked again:

"Can you see clearly the number of enemy troops?"

The whistle driver shook his head:

"The fog is too strong, I can't see clearly! Marshal Huang, please send troops to rescue quickly!"

Huang Shao calmed down:

"We have robbed Chen State many times in the past few years. King Chen and Liu Chong have always just guarded the city. Did he grab too many last year and force him into a hurry?"

He paced back and forth a few steps, but still made a decision:

"You have a rest for one night and return to Ruyang early tomorrow morning and tell the brothers who guard the city that they must defend the city. This general will rescue them personally!"

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April 15th.

"Master, take a break! Brothers can't walk anymore!"

"Yes, we had already walked thirty miles in less than two hours (the Han system land is about 418 meters, and 30 miles is about 12 kilometers per modern day). Even the iron man couldn't stand it!"

Huang Shao has been hearing such suggestions since the leading troops walked out of a valley.

To be honest, although he had a horse under his crotch, he had not gone out to exercise for half a year and his body could not adapt to the intensity of today's march. He and the soldiers also wanted to rest.

In the end, his deputy moved him:

"Master, the brothers are exhausted now. Even if they arrive in Ruyang before nightfall, they will not be able to repel the troops of Chen. It is better to have a good rest and fight to fight the enemy tomorrow!"

Huang Shao looked at the horizon and finally agreed:

"You send a few light cavalry to inquire about the enemy situation, and the rest of the troops camp on the spot and rest!"

Since the two counties are only fifty or sixty miles apart, Huang Shao did not bring any cooking utensils when he went out. Everyone could only take out the biscuits they carried with him and barely managed to save food and clothing while gathering the cold river water.

After so many years of rebellion, the Yellow Turban Army has not lacked the concept of logistics, but the distance is too close, and Huang Shao believes it is not necessary.

After dinner, Huang Shao wanted to think about the situation of the battle, but before he opened the simple map, he was completely disrupted by a panic sound of footsteps:

"Master Huang! As soon as you left, a large group of soldiers surrounded Xihua City! I ran away to death and came to ask for help immediately!"

Huang Shao's eyelids were pounding wildly:

"Who is the enemy? How many people are there?!"

The whistleblower didn't even drink a sip of water, and was asked several questions in succession:

"Report to the Grand Marshal, the one who besieged Xihua City should be the prefect of Yingchuan, Chen Fei. From a rough perspective, he has at least tens of thousands of troops!"

Huang Shao's heart was trembling:

"Ten thousand troops? My combined troops in Ruyang and Xihua are only eight thousand!"

Although he claimed to have tens of thousands of people, there were only five or six thousand people who rescued Ruyang with him this time.

The whistle nodded repeatedly:

"And there are also a large group of cavalry! If the villain hadn't been running fast, they would have been caught back long ago!"

Huang Shao's eyes turned black and he tore the map with his hands!

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"Click!"

Accompanied by a crisp collision, Guo Jia laughed reservedly:

"Mr. Guo is not talented and won ten consecutive victories."

Looking at his proud and indifferent expression, Chen Fei, who was killed and defeated, wished he could punch his smiling face.

If it wasn't really boring, how could I give myself an invitation to play chess with Guo Jia?

Yuan Huan, who joined the watching team from the middle of the journey, was silent for a long time, and finally spoke:

"This chess... seems to be interesting too? Can you give me some advice?"

Chen Fei breathed out and quickly retreated:

"I'll go to the inspection force, you guys have fun first."

He got out of the camp, and Yang Zhi immediately followed:

"The scout just came to report that half an hour ago, the Yellow Turban Squirrel had already caught up with Huang Shao's troops, about thirty miles away from us, and..."

He paused hesitantly, and said truthfully:

"Huang Shao has sent an envoy... to King Chen to surrender."

Chen Fei was stunned and turned around and walked back to the tent:

"Fengxiao, Yaoqing, and the whistle cavalry came to report that Huang Shao had sent envoys to surrender to King Chen, but I was a little worried..."

Guo Jia, who was playing chess, didn't raise his head either:

"What are the Lord of the House worrying about? Forcing the Yellow Turbans to surrender is our plan!"

Yuan Huan was looking at the chessboard while twisting his beard:

"Is it because the Lord of the House is worried that all the young and strong men from the Yellow Turban Army will depend on His Highness Chen, causing them to make wedding dresses for others?"

Chen Fei refused to comment:

"If this is true, what should I do?"

But Guo Jia smiled and took a chess piece:

"Don't worry, although King Chen was criticized by you, his temperament cannot be changed. He can accept Huang Shao's surrender, but he will never take it for himself."

Chen Fei is indeed a little skeptical:

"You have never met King Chen, why do you make such a judgment?"

What if Liu Chong suddenly awakens his ambition and prepares to use Chen as the foundation to conquer the world?

Guo Jia smiled and shook his head:

"Mr. Please wait for a moment, and you will see the final answer before sunset."

Chen Fei no longer asked questions, lifted up his robe and sat on the bench as an audience member, but he always felt a little absent-minded.

In just one hour, a new group of scouts had arrived at the camp:
Chapter completed!