Riding and cutting the imperial pirates of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 27 Marching
After the first day of marching, Wang Zheng really understood the meaning of the phrase "Soldiers are precious and fast".

In ancient times, elite soldiers and strong troops traveled hundreds of miles a day.

However, Wang Zheng's army only advanced a dozen miles to Zhao County in an entire hour.

This was beyond Wang Zheng's expectation.

He remembered that when he robbed the road and seized food last time, even thousands of people marched in the night. Although the movement was not fast, it was by no means so slow.

Most of the ancients suffered from night blindness when their food was poor and their nutrition was not comprehensive enough. For the regular army, the difficulty of marching in day and night was not the same, not to mention the Qingzhou army.

Wang Zheng inferred from this at the time that it was enough to attack Zhao County's soldiers within a day of the incident.

As a result, he made another mistake.

Could it be that the word "robbery" at that time fully mobilized the potential and enthusiasm of this group of thieves?
Wang Zheng was a little dumb, and a joke floated in his mind.

Of course, the real reason is naturally not this.

It was he who missed the team following Tianfu No.[-].

This is a team of old and weak women and children. It is better to say that they reluctantly leave the heavenly army than they follow the king's government closely.

Because their relatives and husbands are all in this heavenly army.

There are also nearly 3000 of them. Not only are they unable to compare with young and strong men in terms of physical strength, but more importantly, when the three of them are added together and the number exceeds a thousand, there are too many problems and accidents are even more frequent.

Get separated, get lost, and fall behind in all kinds of ways.

Dropping parcels, dropping belongings, picking up and searching again and again.

Falling, fighting, countless crying and shouting.

These trivial things became more and more with the passage of time, like a swarm of flies buzzing around Wang Zheng's ears.

What's even more helpless is that it is impossible for the Tianfu Department or even the Tiangang Department to sit idly by. Wang Zheng can only curse secretly, and he can't just sit idly by.

The relationship between the two sides is too close, and one is prosperous and the other is damaged.

One is slow. Naturally both are slow.

In desperation, in the afternoon, Wang Zheng had no choice but to order the heavenly army to stop and set up camp, and arrange sentry posts.

He must give the "aunts and aunts" behind him some breathing space.

The smoke curled up.

Women and children buried pots to cook.

Looking at the increasingly chaotic team, Wang Zheng could only comfort himself.

"Actually, there is still progress." He smiled wryly, thinking of comparing it with the team he had seen the worst so far, Qingzhou's 30 yellow scarves.

At this time, if Cao Jun came to kill him, he might be defeated in one blow. Even with the systematic two thousand Tiangang army, he would be powerless to recover.

Although it was impossible for the opponent to be so fast, Wang Zheng deliberately divided the two teams into three camps just in case.

The Aunt and Grandma Squad and the Tianfu Army are outside, and the Tiangang Army is inside. If there is an attack, at least they can play a role in delaying, allowing the Tiangang Army to respond and prepare, and even all the food, grass, weapons, etc. In the camp of the Tiangang Army.

In terms of differential treatment, most people are sensitive.

Wang Zheng was just an ordinary person in his previous life, and his skills in dealing with people and affairs were not advanced.These days, many people can vaguely feel the difference in his attitude towards those who joined the army and those who did not join the army. There are even some subtle differences between the Tiangang Army and the Tianfu Army.

Some of the people left in the barracks were dissatisfied because of this.

Wang Zheng didn't mind it, and although he didn't advertise it widely, he never deliberately covered it up.

Equality for all is just a slogan.

As a modern person, he understands better than anyone else that there will never be equality in this world, forever!
For the bottom of the class, it is best to be fair.

Give the platform and opportunities fairly, so that the lowest level can also rise to the top and make progress.

And Wang Zheng thought he could do it.

The system is the most fair and objective existence, giving everyone equal opportunities and assessments.

If you trust me sincerely and serve me, you will naturally apply to join the team. If you are not physically strong enough, there is nothing you can do.

I am a rebel, not a charity.

Join my team and enjoy better treatment. If you don't join, you won't get the same treatment.

A group of more than 7000 rebels has been divided into two classes by Wang Zhengzhong.

Contradictions and confrontations will inevitably occur at a later time.

But Wang Zheng must do so.

Witnessing the defeat of 30 Yellow Turbans during time travel actually left a strong enough psychological hint for Wang Zheng, who was completely ignorant of military affairs at that time.

Peasant rebel army, no amount of eggs will help!
So he naturally leaned towards the elite soldier route.

And this kind of low-level rebellion is in opposition to the aristocratic family. In terms of resource acquisition, there is no other way but to plunder by force. It is very slow in the short term, and it is even more necessary to concentrate resources to build elites.

It is impossible to move on today, he thought, looking at the people who were eating.

The day is so slow, do you still expect the grandma team to accompany me on a night walk?
The next day, the rebel army that had been cleaned up set off again.

The speed still didn't change so fast, Wang Zheng's plan was disrupted, and he felt anxious, and the thought of abandoning these old, young, women and children flashed in his mind several times.

It's just that he didn't lose his mind after all, because he still needs these elders in the future.

The elderly had a unique status in the Han Dynasty civilian class, especially in the group of Yellow Turban bandits. Many of them had been the main force of the previous batch.

After all, the journey was not far away, and in the afternoon of this day, Zhao County finally appeared in front of him.

Zhaoxian County Government.

Cui Xi, the county lord with a reputation as an official, was leaning over his desk to study an official document carefully, playing with a jade inkstone in his hand.

Those who are familiar with him can see that he is in a good mood at the moment just from his movements.

"Okay, okay!" Cui Xi slapped the desk and laughed loudly, and said in admiration: "The direction of the soldiers, three consecutive cities within ten days, Zhou Muzhen is Han Xin, who knows the value of soldiers and speed!"

He was born in a side branch of the Cui family in Qinghe, and he was able to be the county magistrate of this six hundred shi, which is due to the good relationship between Cao Cao and Yuan Shao.

Cao Cao attacked Xuzhou in the name of avenging his father, but in fact it was a struggle between the interests of Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu. Cui Xi, who is both a native of Jizhou and an official of Qingzhou, was overjoyed to hear the news of the success of the battle. Self-victory, and honor.

Just for a while, amidst the joyful expression on his face, there was still a trace of gloom.

The forts outside the city of the two most powerful people in the county were burned down one after another overnight, and the Patriarch of the Zhao family suffered disaster on the spot, which made him feel rather strange and panicked.

Qingzhou is such a ghost place, don't some large groups of refugees gather together to rebel, right?
He was afraid that there would be another turmoil in the county he governed. In the past few days, he told the city gate guards to step up their defenses and be vigilant. He also sent people to search around, but found that there were no large groups of refugees, and he had not received any news of natural disasters and famines. , finally feel at ease.

If it was a small band of thieves, no matter how fierce they were, they wouldn't pose a threat to the county town guarded by high walls, right?
He thought, but for some reason, there was always some uneasiness in his heart.

After thinking about it, he couldn't come up with an answer, so he called the officials and ordered: "Send some quick-witted people to the barracks and ask Lieutenant Gong to send some people to guard the county town. Hurry up!"

After the order was issued, Cui Xi heaved a sigh of relief.

I should be thinking too much, but be prepared.

Small stocks of thieves are not enough to expose, big stocks
Now that the state's herdsmen are in full swing, and their power is shaking the world, who would dare to make trouble in my Qingzhou?

(End of this chapter)