Recalling the previous battle, Zhang Ji's face was filled with a wry smile and helplessness.
"Sir, speaking of this battle, it is not that our army lacked combat strength. Although the initial battle was unfavorable, we held our position and fought back and forth with the enemy. But what happened after that was really... It’s just incredible.”
Zhang Ji still has lingering fears about the flood that night.
"Don't be in a hurry, please speak slowly."
Seeing Zhang Ji's abnormal expression, Jia Xu ordered someone to hand him a pot of water.
"Thank you sir."
Zhang Ji took the water bag, but handed it to his nephew Zhang Xiu first, and then began to tell the story of the entire battle.
When he first heard it, Jia Xu had a faint smile on his face. Even when he heard that Guo Si was defeated and beheaded, Jia Xu's eyes were unmoved, and there was even a hint of disdain in his eyes.
But when he heard that the camp was destroyed by the sudden flood and the enemy took the opportunity to attack, Jia Xu couldn't help but frown slightly, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"...If it hadn't been for that flood, our army would not have been defeated. Alas, it was all determined by the fate of heaven. God will help the thief but not me!"
At the end of the story, Zhang Ji couldn't help but let out a long sigh, his eyes showing sadness.
The five thousand Buqu who followed him for many years all perished.
Jia Xu remained silent, lost in thought.
Although I have never seen Bianshui with my own eyes, it is indeed just a small river. Why is there such a large amount of water?
Even if the Yellow River is opened and the water level of Bianshui River rises, there will be a process. How can it be possible to flood overnight?
Just as he was puzzled, the afternoon sunlight shone on the microwave on the surface of Si River, and the reflected light pierced Jia Xu's eyes.
At this moment, Jia Xu felt blessed and understood the whole process in an instant.
Zhang Ji's narration was very subjective. From beginning to end, he subconsciously described the flood as a natural disaster, causing even Jia Xu to be misled.
But now that I think about it, this is not a natural disaster, it is clearly a man-made disaster!
"gentlemen?"
Seeing Jia Xu's silence, Zhang Ji mustered up the courage to call out.
"Wencheng thinks that your defeat was caused by a natural disaster?" Jia Xu came back to his senses and asked with a smile.
"Is not it?"
Jia Xu shook his head and smiled, "The upper reaches of the Bianshui River lead directly to the Yellow River, but the location is north of Xingyang, just within the control of the enemy. It is too easy to do something."
Hearing this, Zhang Ji's eyes suddenly widened with disbelief, and even his hands started to tremble.
"Sir, what do you mean...the water was released by the enemy?"
Jia Xu didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
"No, this is impossible. With the amount of water in Bianshui River, how is it possible..."
Halfway through his words, Zhang Ji was stunned.
Because Jia Xu has made it very clear just now that the Bian River leads to the Yellow River from the north. The water in Bianshui River may not be enough, but what if water from the Yellow River is added?
Not to mention an army of 30,000, even 300,000 can be flooded.
"It seems that there are also wise men among the enemy troops."
Jia Xu sighed slightly, feeling helpless.
I thought this battle would be uneventful, but unexpectedly such a powerful person suddenly appeared on the opposite side.
Those who resort to water attacks may be difficult to deal with.
I absolutely shouldn't, absolutely shouldn't allow Li Wenyou to help Dong Zhuo even once.
It's very troublesome to engage someone in person.
Jia Xu was not afraid of Zhang Heng, but he was worried that after revealing his methods, he would no longer be able to live a stable life.
You might even be targeted by others, which would be even worse than the gain.
As a qualified Taoist practitioner, Jia Xu hopes that he can always hide in the dark, and it is best to bring this ability into the coffin.
Jia Xu was a little irritable, but Zhang Ji was eagerly waiting for Jia Xu to help him come up with ideas.
"Sir, look at my uncle and nephew..."
"Wencheng, although the Prime Minister's government is strict, it is not difficult for you two to find a way out." Jia Xu chuckled and said indifferently.
Zhang Ji immediately prostrated himself and said respectfully, "Sir, please give me some advice."
"Get up first, I don't deserve such a big gift from you." Jia Xu waved his sleeves and said, "Later, you can go directly to the city to plead guilty to Prime Minister Dong, but you must not cry and beg for mercy. Instead, you must use stronger words. It is best If you can tell some more about your previous military exploits, you can survive."
"This..." Zhang Ji said with an expression of embarrassment, "Sir, our army has been completely wiped out. Although I am not the general, I am also guilty of joint crimes. How can I dare to speak harshly? Furthermore, the Prime Minister is angry now. If I am like this, Wouldn’t it irritate the Prime Minister even more?”
Mr. Wenhe, I know you are very intelligent, but the method you gave is too abstract!
"No, if you think so, you are wrong."
Jia Xu shook his head and said with a smile: "The 30,000-strong army was completely wiped out. Naturally, Prime Minister Dong was furious and had to give an explanation to the entire army. But now it's time to employ people, and Prime Minister Dong will not cut off his arm easily. So, if you go further The more you cry for mercy, the more Prime Minister Dong will kill you to apologize. The more you are neither humble nor arrogant, the more Prime Minister Dong will kill you.
In a nutshell, you need to let Prime Minister Dong know that you, Zhang Wencheng, are still useful, and that you can still perform meritorious service for him if you keep him! "
Hearing this, Zhang Ji suddenly understood, cupped his hands to Jia Xu and said, "Thank you sir for your advice. If you are lucky enough to survive, I will definitely be richly rewarded!"
Jia Xu nodded and said, "I'll go back first. The Prime Minister is still furious. You'd better enter the city later."
"Understood, congratulations sir!"
Zhang Ji paid homage again and watched Jia Xu mount his horse and leave.
After Jia Xu left, Zhang Xiu couldn't help but said, "Uncle, what Jia Wenhe just said...is it credible?"
Hearing this, Zhang Ji's expression suddenly changed and he reprimanded loudly: "Concubine, how dare you question Mr. Wenhe!"
Seeing that Zhang Ji was furious and even cursed himself in a rare move, Zhang Xiu quickly shrank his head and did not dare to speak anymore.
"Bo Yuan, remember, never question Mr. Wenhe's decision." Zhang Ji said with a serious face, "My uncle and nephew are bound to die now, what's the benefit of Mr. Wenhe lying to us?"
"My nephew understands." Zhang Xiu nodded quickly.
Looking at Zhang Xiu's delicate face, Zhang Ji sighed quietly.
My nephew is very brave if he is brave, but he has only one brain and does not know how to survive. If he is plotted by a traitor in the future, he will inevitably end up with a tragic death.
Just like a sharp blade, although it is sharp, it is easily broken. It must be in the hands of a benevolent and righteous Lord, so that it can be invincible and there will be no worries.
But is Dong Zhuo the master of benevolence and righteousness?
Zhang Ji shook his head and told Zhang Xiu earnestly: "Bo Yuan, remember this. In these troubled times, everyone in the world is in danger. If you want to live a stable life, you must be careful about everything. If you really can't do it, then just do it. Find a wise person to help you, or a wise master to assist you.
If your uncle unfortunately takes the first step in the future, Mr. Wenhe will be your last resort. We were born in the same county, and we have some close ties. If you treat him as a descendant, if he is willing to give you some advice, it will be enough for you to settle down and live in this troubled world. Remember? "
"My nephew understands."
Zhang Xiu had never seen his uncle speak in such a tone, so he quickly cupped his hands and said.
"I will enter the city later, and you will wait here. If I survive, I will come to pick you up. If I don't come out within two hours, you should run away immediately, as far away as possible. Run back to Liangzhou and never want to do it again in this life." Set foot in this prosperous Central Plains. Although Liangzhou is bitterly cold, you can spend the rest of your life in peace."
Zhang Ji sighed.
"No, uncle, I will go into the city with you. If anything happens, I will protect you and fight out!" Zhang Xiu shouted anxiously.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't obey, I will draw my sword and kill myself immediately!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiu was so frightened that he waved his hands and said, "Uncle, please don't do this. My nephew is just waiting here."
Zhang Ji nodded, took a deep breath, glanced at his nephew one last time, and then rode into the city.
…
In the city, Dong Zhuo was sitting silently in the hall, his brows almost twisted into the character "Chuan", indicating that he was not at peace in his heart.
There was no one in the room. Everyone could see that Mr. Dong was in a bad mood, so how could they dare to hang around in front of him.
If you provoke Mr. Dong at this time, you may not be able to enjoy the Nine Tribes Xiaoxiaole Package.
Not long after Lu Bu left the city, the defeated troops entered the city one after another. By evening, there were thousands of people.
Everyone agreed, and now Mr. Dong couldn't help but not believe it.
Helpless, Mr. Dong had to accept the result that Niu Fu's army was wiped out.
While feeling irritated and angry, Mr. Dong was also a little puzzled.
Flood?
Where did the flood come from?
How come it was such a coincidence that only Niu Fu's army was overwhelmed?
What's even more coincidental is that as soon as the flood here ended, the enemy troops came over there.
Dong Zhuo naturally couldn't think of Li Ru and figure out the key in an instant, but decades of ups and downs in officialdom immediately made Dong Zhuo feel something was wrong.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!
But it is meaningless to think about this now. Even if they are defeated, they are defeated, and it is impossible for those drowned soldiers to be resurrected.
The most important thing right now is whether this news should be announced to the entire army.
If word spreads, morale will inevitably be affected, and how will the subsequent battles be fought?
But if you don't say it, the soldiers are not fools, and the defeated soldiers who escaped can't control their mouths. You don't need to think about Dong Zhuo to know that rumors should be everywhere in the army by now.
After thinking for a long time, Dong Zhuo decided to inform the entire army, but he had to find a scapegoat to stabilize the morale of the army.
While he was thinking, a man walked in from outside the hall, it was Dong Huang.
"Uncle, General Zhang Ji is back."
When Dong Zhuo heard this, he immediately stood up and sneered: "Hurry up and tell him to come see me!"
Humph, isn’t the scapegoat here?
