Chef Wushuang of the Three Kingdoms

A person, after encountering the most frightening thing, is not calm, nor does he want to find someone to ask, but yells by himself, such a person is always weak.

Not physically, but spiritually.

"Hahaha, is Xuande safe and sound?" Zou Jing walked over. He finally felt a little better after seeing the comparison between the two armies.

At least, his soldiers are enough to see in some places.

"Lieutenant Zou, Bei is in good health, and his heart is surging." Liu Bei raised his hands high and gave a distant salute to Zou Jing, his performance was very dazzling.

But Guan Zhang and Fang Mo silently gave up the scene to Liu Bei to perform.

Brother, you always have to be different.

Besides, Fang Mo didn't like dealing with other people, he was too tired, so it would be more comfortable to follow Liu Bei.

"The army looks neat, majestic and heroic, and has a bit of murderous intent. Xuande leads a good army. Such soldiers are like tigers and wolves. Even if they fight against barbarians, they will surely be able to win."

Zou Jing started to boast about Liu Bei. He pointed to the 3000 people, then looked at himself, shook his head and said, "My 2000 people can't compare with it. The military discipline is loose, and everyone is slippery. Except for being on the battlefield, Nothing."

"Hey, don't say that..."

"Preparation is only a blessing to God, and I met..."

When Liu Bei was about to take out his younger brother to boast, he suddenly heard a cough. He turned his head and saw a man shaking his head and coughing frantically.

With a wry smile in his heart, he already understood that his younger brother was probably someone who didn't want to show off.

"When you meet people like this, you have some foundation on weekdays, and you can form an army with a little training. However, you can't prepare a single man. After all, you will hand over these many soldiers and horses. At that time, I hope Captain Zou can take his place. With a few words, you can get an official position, better share the country's worries, and share the prefect's burden."

He is not stupid, and this is the beginning of an official position.

If I don't speak now, I'm afraid I'll be left out after the war, and I won't be able to speak at that time.

"Xuande don't worry, after this battle, Zou will definitely make a statement in front of the prefect for you. If you can win, all the merits of the battle will belong to you." Zou Jing replied very seriously.

"That's good. Prepare a reckless man. He doesn't ask for a big official position. He just wants to settle down in a place and guard one side for the country." Liu Bei was relieved. If he just worked and didn't give anything, then he would do nothing. Ah, it's better to go to another place and go to someone else.

Zou Jing glanced at Liu Bei strangely, thinking that this guy has a big tone, and he is still guarding one side?

"Oh, one county is enough, and it can also share a lot of worries for the big man..."

Liu Bei knew what Zou Jing was thinking when he saw Zou Jing's expression, he shook his head and said something.

This is pretty much the same, the land of a county can be easily won with Liu Yan's current honor and favor.

Without further ado, the two armies merged into one, with Zou Jing as the supervisor and Liu Bei as the leader.

……

On the same day, a major event happened in Ji County.

Guangyang has a population of hundreds of thousands, and the local life is poor, creating an extremely suitable soil for the Yellow Turbans.

On this day, the Guangyang Yellow Turbans mobilized tens of thousands of troops and attacked Ji County.

The governor, Guo Xun, led his troops to fight in person, but was defeated and the whole family was killed.

The prefect Liu Yan led his troops to counterattack and recovered the Yellow Turban in just half a day. However, at this time, Jixian County was full of ruins and the people were in dire straits.

However, he did not leave confidence to the people. On the contrary, he directly led his troops to Zhuo County in the southwest of Zhuo County.

……

To be honest, Fang Mo's first reaction when he got the news was that it was impossible.

He has seen the army in Ji County before. They are all tigers and wolves. They must have been trained in the flames of war. There are also a lot of people. There are more than 1 people. Let alone defending against mobs like the Yellow Turbans, even if they are fighting against the barbarians. It is also more victory than defeat.

However, Ji County is over.

Governor Guo Xun was also finished, leaving only one prefect Liu Yan.

The second reaction is...

The smell of conspiracy!

Chapter 29 Fighting!

"If there's nothing wrong inside, I'll dig out my head!" Fang Mo sat on the earthen sedan chair made of logs, his face full of indignation.

He can probably guess who made the move, after all, whoever has made the most profit now must be the one.

However, this is also the reason for his anger.

"Liu Yan is indeed an ambitious man. No wonder he proposed the state pastoral system together with others. For a little credit, he actually killed the governor."

Thinking of this, Fang Mo's heart trembled.

If they took the credit, would Liu Yan have also killed himself and others?

"There doesn't seem to be one in history. On the contrary, there are more courtesy..." Fang Mo thought of this, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "However, in history, Liu Bei started with only 500 people, but now there are nearly 3000 people. Whatever happens possible."

He didn't know if Liu Yan would kill himself and Liu Guanzhang, but he had to be careful, if he got killed, it would be over.

It's hard to build a ship that can carry people. If it is cheated, it will be so hard to cry.

"Report!"

A soldier from afar came to report: "General Liu has invited Mr. Fang to go and have a talk!"

Without hesitation, Fang Mo blinked at the people who were carrying him, and they immediately lifted him up in understanding and started to run.

It's a bit funny to say, but when the time came for the expedition, Liu Bei insisted on letting him ride a horse.

But Fang Mo didn't know how to ride a horse. He was so frightened that his blood pressure rose and died on the spot. He had no choice but to get off the horse and was ready to stay behind.

Liu Bei was reluctant to part with him, and this was a war. If no one smarter showed his abilities, what if the entire army was wiped out?

He can only name Zhuge Liang's small car that he has seen in history to see if there is one.

The others were very kind and told him very clearly, no!

So he got frustrated and had to ask someone to temporarily build a dirt sedan chair. The bumps were a bit bumpy, but fortunately it was still much more comfortable than riding a horse.

Liu Bei ran over from a distance, and after being put down, he said with a wry smile: "Fourth brother, you can be regarded as not good at literature and martial arts. You don't like reading, and you don't want to suffer when you learn martial arts. What do you want?" What are you doing?"

"Forehead……"

Fang Mo scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and asked tentatively: "How about being a cook? Brother, you can eat whatever you want, and you don't have to worry about me being poisoned, how about it?"