The next day, outside Wancheng.

Old General Huangfu, Li Zhi and others were standing in the military camp outside the city wall, watching Wancheng.

At this time, the old general stared blankly at the yellow scarf that was unable to shrink out of Wancheng.

Immediately, he came back to his senses, stroked his beard, and said with some emotion: "Yesterday morning, I was still trapped in this city, besieged by the yellow turban thieves, and couldn't escape.

But now they are changing offensive and defensive positions with the Yellow Turbans. Things really are unpredictable..."

Hearing the old general's emotional words, Li Zhi, who was standing aside, opened his folding fan and shook it a few times, then said with a smile: "Why should the old general be so emotional?

Although the Yellow Turbans were formed by a group of refugees, after the uprising, they burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil, turning them into a group of bandits!

Those who have the right to win the hearts of the people win the world. These yellow scarves come from all the people, but they go against the will of all the people!"

At this point, he paused briefly, folded his folding fan, pointed at the city wall, and said with a sneer: "This Yellow Turban Rebellion was impossible to succeed from the beginning. The reason why Old Zhang Jun was trapped by them was just that he was caught off guard.

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The old general's literary skills, Taoist skills and military strategies are both excellent. If he had been prepared in advance, how could these illiterate yellow turbans be the opponent of the old general?"

"This is a great thing to say!"

Hearing this, the old general Huangfu professed his kindness. He looked at Li Zhi with relief, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I have been living like crazy for decades, but my nephew has not yet understood that he is really a great talent!"

When Li Zhi saw the old general praising him, he humbly replied: "The old general is so complimentary, how can my nephew deserve to be called a great talent?

What I just said is just because the soldiers under my nephew's command are all made up of refugees, just like the Yellow Turbans, so I have a better understanding of what they are thinking."

"Good brother, don't be humble."

Hearing Li Zhi's self-effacing words, Cao Cao on the side interjected: "I already know the talents of a good brother. If it weren't for the good brother who is too lazy and unwilling to be an official, I would have recommended the good brother to your majesty."

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"oh?"

When the old general Huangfu heard this, he paused with his right hand stroking his beard, looked at Cao Cao and asked in surprise: "What does nephew Meng Dexian mean by this?"

Why doesn’t Xingzhi’s wise nephew want to be an official? Is it just because of laziness?!”

"exactly!"

Cao Cao pretended to look at Li Zhi with disdain, and said with hatred: "A good brother is good at everything, but his personality is too lazy, and he just muddles around in things without seeking to make progress!"

When General Huangfu heard this, he frowned, looked at Li Zhi, and asked with displeasure: "How can my nephew be so decadent at such a young age?!

I and others are already old, and the future of this big man will still be left to my nephew and others. How can I rest assured that my nephew is like this?!"

After saying this, the old general had an angry look on his face. He looked at Li Zhi and said decisively: "No! My nephew can't go on like this! Wouldn't it be a pity if my nephew with such a great talent does not become an official?!

After returning to Beijing this time, I will definitely recommend my nephew to Your Majesty!

With this merit of my good nephew, he will definitely be promoted to an official position, and then I will tie my good nephew to Luoyang even if he is bound!"

"Forehead……"

Hearing the old general's reprimand, Li Zhi touched his nose awkwardly and replied with some embarrassment: "Thank you, old general, for your teaching.

After this time, my nephew will definitely

I have changed my laziness and become an official..."

Speaking of this, Li Zhiyou glanced at the old general Huangfu with a guilty look and said: "Let's talk about the matter of serving as an official later, let's talk about it later..."

"snort!"

Hearing Li Zhi's perfunctory words, Old General Huangfu snorted coldly and glanced at Li Zhi. Although he didn't say anything, he made up his mind.

After returning this time, I will definitely recommend Li Zhi to His Majesty and keep Li Zhi no matter what!

Not only because of Li Zhi's talent, but also because from this incident, the old general discovered that Li Zhi was not only talented, but also accomplished in military strategy, and he also had many soldiers under his command.

Li Zhi has soldiers, food, generals, and money. If Li Zhi causes trouble, he will definitely be more difficult to deal with than the Yellow Turban!

For such a man, if you don't call him into Luoyang and keep an eye on him, how can you let the old general sleep?!

Therefore, whether Li Zhitong agrees or not, he must go to Luoyang, otherwise it will be a big disaster in the future.

After the old general made up his mind, he stopped talking about the matter.

Turning his head to look at the city, he asked Li Zhi angrily: "My dear nephew, is it possible to attack the city today?"

Li Zhi heard this, shook his head, glanced in the direction of his military camp, frowned and said, "Now, all the soldiers under my nephew's command are injured, so it is not appropriate to attack the city."

Speaking of this, Li Zhi tapped his forehead with a folding fan, frowned, and said with some embarrassment: "Besides, my nephew's soldiers have never trained in siege methods.

If we attack the city rashly, my nephew is afraid that the damage will be too great, giving the Yellow Turbans an opportunity to take advantage.

Therefore, if you want to capture this city, the top priority is to attack the heart and the next priority is to attack the city."

When the old general heard this, he frowned, stroking his beard and thinking for a while, then nodded: "What my nephew said makes sense.

Now we only have 70,000 soldiers under our command, and there are 40,000 to 50,000 Yellow Turbans in the city. It would be inappropriate to attack the city hastily."

Having said this, he looked at Li Zhi expectantly and asked: "Since the good nephew says that attacking the heart is the most important thing, do you know if the good nephew has any way to attack the heart?"

Upon hearing the old general's inquiry, Li Zhi opened the folding fan, shook it twice, and said confidently: "My nephew has made up his mind about this matter, and he will not disappoint the old general.

However, I’ll let my little nephew get away with it, we’ll talk about everything later in the evening!”

night.

Zhang Mancheng was sleeping in bed, suddenly

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of war drums woke him up. Zhang Mancheng stood up suddenly and shouted outside: "Here comes someone! But the enemy is attacking? Get your armor on quickly!"

"Squeak..."

After the door opened, a yellow turban guard ran in quickly. Seeing Zhang Mancheng's urgency, he did not dare to neglect, so he immediately put on his armor.

After Zhang Mancheng put on his armor, he picked up the sword placed beside the door, ran out of the house, mounted his horse, and hurried towards the city.

After arriving at the top of the city, Zhang Mancheng grabbed a soldier guarding the city and asked anxiously: "But the army is attacking? How many troops are there?!"

The soldier was startled by Zhang Mancheng's ferocious look. After hesitating for a moment, he said uncertainly: "Maybe it's an attack..."

"Huh? Maybe?!"

Zhang Man

Cheng grabbed the soldier's shirt, stared, and said angrily: "An attack is an attack, what does it mean to be possible?!

Are you just perfunctory with me?!"

Zhang Mancheng was so frightened that his face turned pale, his whole body trembled, and he said tremblingly: "Qi...Qi Qi Shuai, my subordinates dare not deal with him.

It's just...it's just that there were only sounds of war drums coming from the city. As for the officers and soldiers, my subordinates didn't see any of them, so..."

Having said this, the soldier glanced at Zhang Mancheng in fear, and then quickly lowered his head.

"No officers and soldiers?"

Hearing this, Zhang Mancheng was shocked and doubtful. After letting go of the soldier, he looked out secretly.

It was pitch black outside the city and nothing could be seen clearly, but from this darkness, the sound of war drums could be heard.

These drum sounds seemed to hit Zhang Mancheng's heart, making him feel uneasy.

Zhang Mancheng waited nervously on top of the city for about half an hour, but no troops came to attack.

This situation of only hearing his voice but not seeing his person made Zhang Mancheng very irritated.

However, he did not dare to act rashly and had to endure it.

After waiting for a cup of tea, no one came under the city wall.

Zhang Mancheng slapped the city wall hard, and shouted in a broken voice: "Zhang Mancheng is here! Don't you want my life? Why don't you come and attack?!"

"Dong dong dong..."

After Zhang Mancheng finished speaking, he was still answered by a burst of rapid drumbeats.

"..."

When no one responded, Zhang Mancheng clenched his fists and stared at the darkness in front of him.

After a while, he turned around suddenly and shouted loudly to the soldiers behind him: "This is just a strategy of the officers and soldiers, don't pay attention to it!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked down the city wall, ignoring the sound of drums.

After Zhang Mancheng walked down the city wall, the drumming suddenly stopped. When he heard the drumming stopped, Zhang Mancheng stopped.

The corners of his mouth gradually turned up, and he said to himself quite contentedly: "As expected, the sound of drums is just a trick for the officers and soldiers to tire out the enemy.

Humph! How could such a little plan be hidden from me?!"

After saying that, he ignored what was going on at the top of the city, got on his horse, and headed for his residence.

After Zhang Mancheng arrived at his residence, he was about to undress and go to bed when he heard the sound of drums again.

"Dong dong dong..."

"...!"

The veins on Zhang Mancheng's forehead were exposed, and he was filled with resentment.

I just felt that these officers and soldiers looked down upon him too much. He had already seen through a mere tactic to tire out the enemy, but he still wanted to use the same tactics again.

However, Zhang Mancheng changed his mind and patted his head mockingly: "I am also confused. We all know that this is a tactic used by the army to tire out the enemy, so why are we still angry?

In this way, doesn’t it mean that the officers and soldiers are fulfilling their wishes?”

After saying that, he ignored the sound of the drums, took off his clothes and belt, covered his head and fell asleep.

In the silent night, a rapid drum beat came slowly.
Chapter completed!