Zhang Miao, courtesy name Mengzhuo, was born in Shouzhang, Dongping (now Dongping County, Shandong). When he was young, he was famous for his chivalry, helping the poor, helping others, and losing all his family. Many strong men joined him. He was called one of the "Eight Chefs". Cao Cao and Yuan Shao were both Zhang Miao's friends. The imperial court recruited him to serve as an official, and he was appointed Cavalry Commander with excellent test results, and soon he was appointed Governor Chenliu.
Later, Zhang Miao and his younger brother Zhang Chao responded to Cao Cao and sent troops to attack Dong Zhuo. He is also a prince of the town!
This is a realistic historical introduction to Zhang Miao.
After placing the soldiers and horses outside the city, the burly Zhang Miao rushed straight to Changshe City.
I heard that Changshe City has gathered many prefects and leaders of the noble rebels. After receiving the information, he also integrated the officers and soldiers in the county and secretly came over for the round.
In fact, the two states of Henan and Yan did not secretly treat the Yellow Turban Army like the gentry in other states and counties. On the surface, they protect themselves wisely and sit on the mountain to watch the fight between tigers and tigers, but secretly they have been planning to kill Bocai, the envoy of God.
Just because Taiping Road was so well prepared, as soon as the Yellow Turban Army appeared, they attracted most of the strong men from the poor people into the army, and swept across the cities in a short time, so that they did not dare to take the lead at all. So I kept waiting for the opportunity.
You Zhonglang sent Zhu Jun to the south in order to destroy Bocai. This was their opportunity.
Because the person who took the lead and represented the orthodoxy came. In addition to representing orthodoxy, Zhu Jun's commanding ability is also valued by everyone.
That's why there is a scene of stars holding the moon.
While thinking about it, Zhang Miao quickly arrived at the palace of the Lord of Changshe City.
As soon as they entered the mansion, they saw various guards sitting lazily in the large courtyard, and the whole courtyard was noisy.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Miao frowned slightly.
In order to curry favor with Zhu Jun who went south, officials in various prefectures and counties tried their best to recruit outstanding members of their clan into the army.
However, can the soldiers and horses gathered in Changshe City really become a unified force?
"Prefect Zhang!" Some guards saw Zhang Miao and immediately bowed respectfully.
After all, Zhang Miao is very famous in Yanzhou and many people know him.
"Yeah!" Zhang Miao nodded without anger.
At this time, a hearty voice came: "Meng Zhuo!! You are finally here!"
"Haha... Zhang is late! I will forgive you, Mr. Right." Zhang Miao followed the sound and found a large number of people walking out of the hall, then smiled slightly and cupped his hands.
"Meng Zhuo is serious. It's been hard work for everyone to come here for the sake of the big man's safety. Come...come...please come in quickly. Zhu has just held a banquet for everyone. You are here just in time!" Zhu Jun stepped forward and pulled him away! Holding Zhang Miao's hand, he spoke what was in his heart.
As if infected by Zhu Jun's emotions, Zhang Miao's tense face relaxed slightly.
The Yellow Turban Army is probably a ragtag group and won't do much, so they don't need to be too nervous.
"Brother! Please!" Zhang Chao walked out of the crowd and said softly.
"Yeah!" Zhang Miao nodded to Zhang Chao. His brother had been in contact with him before he came over.
Originally, the two of them secretly gathered their soldiers and horses to attack the Yellow Turban Army in Yanzhou again, but before they could make arrangements, Zhu Jun came over.
Soon, everyone returned to the banquet hall, and the atmosphere became lively again.
Pushing cups and changing cups, drinking and drinking together.
"General Zhu, is this your son?!" Zhang Miao looked at Zhu Hao and said with twinkling eyes.
"Yes, this is my useless little tiger head." Although Zhu Jun said this, his face was flushed with a hint of pride.
Originally, Zhu Hao would not be promoted to the prefect of a county so quickly. However, he used his connections to arrange for him to suppress bandits when the emperor ordered him to suppress bandits. He also cooperated with other people and made a lot of achievements. Therefore, he was unexpectedly promoted. Many people were promoted to prefect unexpectedly.
But he was not the governor of a large county in the Central Plains, but just a county in the south of the Yangtze River.
It is very rare to become a prefect at this age, so Zhang Miao was very interested in Zhu Hao.
"A tiger father has no canine sons. The ancients never deceived me! Haha..." Zhang Miao was happy for Zhu Jun. When he first served in the imperial court, he was very familiar with Zhu Jun, and they were considered old friends.
"No, Meng Zhuo is a double master, and everyone is envious of him..." Zhu Jun said with a smile.
After hearing this, everyone nodded and started talking in high spirits.
"Everyone, this Yellow Turban Rebellion is the result of thieves spreading their lies to deceive the public. After more than ten years of hard work, it has laid a solid foundation in various states and counties. It is difficult for us to uproot it for a while, so we need the help of the heroes here. Can you all Come, I'm very grateful, but before I officially attack Bocai, I still need to tell you about the rules in the army."
"You know, there are currently eighteen camps standing in front of Changshe City, with a total of 1.3 million troops. This is not a small number, so everyone needs to follow the rules and prohibitions..." Zhu Jun, who is also a veteran on the battlefield, began. Explain some military regulations clearly and clearly.
He allowed the nobles' children to join the army half-heartedly and half-heartedly, but he was still the one in power.
Not everyone of the officers and soldiers gathered in Changshe City had an army of 200,000 like Zhang Miao. Some prefects only had tens of thousands of troops.
However, the number of soldiers in Yanzhou and Yuzhou is still large. Although the number of Yellow Turbans in Yanzhou and Yuzhou is larger than this, he is confident that they can be wiped out.
Taking advantage of everyone's interest, Zhu Jun explained some things.
"Master Zhonglang, how do we start marching next?!"
"Xu Du!" Zhu Jun said forcefully.
"The current garrison in Xudu is Peng Tuo, the Daqu Commander under Bo Cai. The garrison is 400,000. As long as we capture Xudu in one go, we can basically capture Yingchuan County."
"General Zhu, there are currently Yellow Turban leaders such as Bo Cai, Deng Mao, He Man, and He Yi here in Yanzhou and Yuzhou. Will they gather secretly and ambush us?!" Zhang Miao said in a formal voice. .
"No!" Zhu Jun said.
"Currently, the Yellow Turban leaders such as He Man and He Yi are in Runan County. After Deng Mao led his army to capture Xudu, he moved to Chen and Liang to wreak havoc and were not in Yingchuan County." Zhu Jun said firmly.
"That's good!" Zhang Miao nodded. Zhu Jun would be better if he had detailed sources of information. He trusted Zhu Jun's words.
Zhu Jun is calm and loyal, and is a rare commander. Unlike Lu Zhi's Confucian generals, and different from Huangfu Song's shrewd and ruthless generals, Zhu Jun paid attention to moderation.
Liu Hong arranged the three people in this way, and he also put some thought into it. Why didn't he transfer Zhu Jun to Jingzhou and Huangfu Song to Yanzhou? Just because I know the two of them.
"Okay! Let's rest and adjust for a day tomorrow. We will break camp the day after tomorrow and clear out the Yellow Turban Army in Yingchuan County in one fell swoop!" Zhu Jun said forcefully.
At this statement, many representatives of the noble clans in Yingchuan County were slightly happy. The Yellow Turban Army in Yingchuan County has been wreaking havoc for a long time. Although Taipingdao and them get along with each other like water, they always feel like there is a knife hanging over their heads, which is very uncomfortable.
Especially when some news has spread recently, the Yellow Turban Army seems to be getting more and more violent, and the entire state and county seems to be brewing some kind of huge murderous intention.
(Recently, I don’t know whether it’s because I’ve eaten too much hot food or I’m under a lot of work pressure. My eyes are red tonight. It hurts when I sit in front of the computer. I’m not in a good state. I barely coded a chapter.)
