Although the conditions in the army were simple, due to the Han army's great victory and the capture of a lot of spoils, the food tonight was much richer. Lu Li even brought some horsemeat and water spinach back to the tent as a midnight snack.
"Zilong came here late at night, why?"
As he said that, he picked up the wok soup poured into the bowl and took a sip. It was salty and salty. Then he took out two piles of horse meat that had been roasted until it was seven or eight years old, and pretended to have a long conversation by candlelight.
Zhao Yun was sitting on his knees next to the low table, his expression a little solemn, and he had no intention of looking at the food in front of him, as if he was thinking about something troubling.
Just when he was about to answer, Lu Li's voice came again.
"Let me guess, with your temper Zilong, are you worried about the Yellow Turban Thief?"
"good."
Hearing this, Zhao Yun nodded, paused for a moment, and then said: "King Zuo Xian and King Gu Li were killed, and only Xiutu Gehu was trying to support him. From this point of view, the foreign tribes are no longer a concern, and they cannot retreat. It's a matter of time."
The voice was clear, calm, and very organized. He must have had an idea in mind and had thought about what he wanted to say before he came.
Seeing this, Lu Li knelt down and sat across from him, listening silently.
At this time, Zhao Yun tapped the pine wood table with his knuckles: "In the first year of Zhongping, the yellow scarf thieves swarmed up in response to Zhang Jiao, among which the two states of Hebei and Henan were the most powerful."
As a witness to the first Yellow Turban Rebellion, Zhao Yun was very afraid of its resurgence.
The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand.
Millions of people in Guizhou looked up to the sky and screamed wildly. Some turned into giants with a height of several feet, while others were not afraid of pain. They attacked various counties and robbed them wantonly, so that more people had to join in in order to survive.
It was precisely because of that turmoil that his family fell into decline. His parents died in the war. In order to protect the people of Hecheng, his elder brother forced himself to use magic to change the sky. Although it caused flying snow in June and froze half of the city, he still fell because of it. The root of the disease.
After listening to the story, Lu Li sighed. He wanted to tell the other party that there was no need to worry about the situation in the southern part of Bingzhou. There were 20,000 wolf riders and flying general Lu Bu. Even if Zhang Jiao lived another life, he still wouldn't be able to cause much trouble.
But in order to trick Zhao Yun into coming here, he made it clear that the situation was not optimistic.
As a result, I never expected that there would be such a big hatred between the other party and the Yellow Turban Thief.
Furthermore, once the army returns to the south, Zhao Yun, who is accompanying him, will find that the Yellow Turban thieves are vulnerable, and he may feel that he is deliberately deceiving the truth.
After thinking this, Lu Li decided to take precautions to avoid overturning the situation. "Zilong, don't worry too much."
As he spoke, he took a piece of barbecue and signaled Zhao Yun to relax.
"As Zilong said before, now that the situation is gradually becoming clearer, the foreign tribes are no longer a concern. As long as General Song will frighten the leaders of Xiutu's various tribes to beg for surrender, the Lord will be free to deal with the Yellow Turban thieves."
"Moreover, although the remnants of the Yellow Turbans are coming with force, they are not as powerful as the first uprising. If we fight fiercely with them, they will undoubtedly be defeated over time."
Hearing this, Zhao Yun hurriedly put away his chaotic thoughts, said that he would like to hear the details, and then listened attentively.
In fact, he didn't blame Lu Li for his inconsistent remarks, because the battlefield situation was changing rapidly and there was nothing worth studying.
"First, Bingzhou is located in a remote area, and the number of Dingkou is far less than that of the Central Plains and Jingchu areas. The remnants of the Yellow Turbans cannot threaten too many refugees. Secondly, the people of Bingzhou are tough, and all adult men are skilled in bow and horse. As long as they have A famous person raises his arms and calls out, and there is a cloud of people who are sure to respond.”
Hearing this, Zhao Yun's frown gradually relaxed, but he was still not completely reassured. After all, hearing is not as good as seeing. Nothing is known until he personally fights the Yellow Turban Thief.
And Lu Li continued to slap himself in the face.
"Thirdly, under the governance of the lord, the administration of the state officials is acceptable, and there are very few people who hold grudges. If they regard Taiping Road as a spark, what can they do without firewood? At most, they can only be treated as ringworm and scabies."
After finishing speaking, Lu Li glanced at Zhao Yun and saw that he had no intention of interrupting him, so he simply brought out the most important point:
"Finally, I have a peerless general in the Bingzhou Army who is the most brave in the world. Although I didn't have the opportunity to see him take action, Brother Wen Yuan once praised him full of praises."
Of course he was talking about Lu Bu.
Lu Li would never underestimate anyone, especially this flying general.
Wenyuan?
After hearing Lu Li say that he had no chance to see the opponent take action, Zhao Yun felt deeply disappointed. Although he was new to the army, he also knew that there were many people in the army who did not live up to their name.
However, later I heard that Zhang Liao personally certified it, and I instantly became energetic.
When elegance and ferocity met, Zhao Yun knew that Zhang Liao should not be underestimated. He even had an intuition that if he competed with him, even if he went all out, it would be difficult to win...
What's more, the other party also took off the head of King Zuoxian of the Xiongnu and then returned.
In other words.
Zhang Liao is stronger and his words are naturally more credible.
"Brother, who is this person?"
"Lü Bu, Lu Fengxian, currently serves as the chief administrator of Bingzhou."
"Master's book?"
Zhao Yun was stunned for a moment. The chief registrar is an important position and can be regarded as a high-ranking and powerful person, but the chief registrar is a typical civil servant who collects documents and handles affairs.
Let a peerless military general serve as a civilian?
Sensing a probing look coming towards him, Lu Li shook his head. Frankly speaking, he didn't know why his lord arranged this.
Perhaps, there is some deep meaning in it.
After a while, the camp became empty.
In fact, Lu Li originally wanted to sleep together with Zhao Yun to strengthen their relationship, but after second thoughts, he felt that the progress was too fast and was inappropriate, so he had to give up and send him away.
Looking at Zhao Yun's retreating figure and the constant fighting sounds echoing in his ears, Lu Li paused in silence for a moment, let out a low sigh, and then turned around and returned to the camp.
Foreigners are nothing to worry about.
The same is true for the Yellow Turban thieves in Bingzhou.
But there is no need to be optimistic about the general trend of the world.
Next, the Yellow Turban forces scattered across the country will raise their flag of rebellion again——
There is a Black Mountain Army in Jizhou, said to be one million strong, and there will also be a large group of Yellow Turban rebels in Runan, Yuzhou. In April, that is, next month, in the first Yellow Turban Rebellion, the relatively peaceful Qingzhou and Xuzhou will also change. It was extremely lively, with hundreds of thousands of people at its peak, and it seemed to be sweeping the world.
In addition, the Wuhuan tribes in the north continued to rebel, and Xianbei was watching eagerly from outside.
It is absolutely certain that the precarious world of the Han family will become shaky in the next few months, and the students lurking in various states will also be unable to bear the loneliness and stir up the storm in the coming troubled times.
At this moment, has Duke surrendered to his favorite Qianlong Liu Huangshu?
Who will Pan Ming choose as the leader?
In addition, it seems that the agreement to reunite at Hulao Pass can no longer be realized, let alone the eighteenth princes to challenge Dong.
