Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Before going to the army, Xia Houyuan never thought that he would be in the current situation.

Last year, they defeated the Yongliang coalition forces at Tongguan. They were wiped out like chickens and dogs.

Later, the entire army followed his brother into Yongliang. If it hadn't been for the cold weather and heavy snow and lack of food and grass, he would have been forced to withdraw.

I'm afraid that Yongliang has already been captured by Ma Chao, so how could Liu Bei interfere?

This simple idea was immediately suppressed by Xia Houyuan. Instead of regretting this useless thing, it is better to think carefully about the way out now.

Zhang Fei's reinforcements were arrayed in front, and Chen Cang was captured in the rear with a retreat.

The wide river valleys during the dry season have now become river valleys and gorges that trap the three armies. There are only two obvious choices before us:

Either break the formation forward and capture Linwei, or march back and capture Chencang again.

Xia Houyuan smiled bitterly unconsciously, is there any other choice?

After last night's turmoil in the attack on the camp, the Guards repelled Zhang Fei without hesitation, killing more than half of them.

Ordinary soldiers are frightened and have no desire to fight.

Breaking the formation forward is like hitting a stone with an egg. Now only Chen Cang can be considered as a way out.

Form up and retreat to Chencang. Xia Houyuan ordered softly.

The orders were passed down from level to level, and the soldiers' eyes regained their light.

As long as they retreat to Chencang, they will have city walls and houses to withstand the cold wind, and plenty of charcoal for heating, and they can completely get rid of this embarrassing battlefield.

Xia Houyuan glanced at the military formation opposite him from a distance, and his hand holding the sword tightened unconsciously.

As long as you take this group of troops to retreat to Chencang without losing anything, then make the soldiers understand that if they want to survive, they must capture Chencang.

The cavalry is strong in the battle formation, but if they stick to Chencangfan, they will have no advantage.

The mournful soldiers under his command rose up, and there was no chance of fighting!

This was the best ending Xia Houyuan could imagine, but Liu Bei did not intend to give him this chance.

Suppressing Zhang Fei's request for a fight with one hand, Liu Bei's mobilization of men and horses was very simple: following him in plain sight.

Advance and retreat with Cao Jun, and rest with Xia Houyuan.

Maintaining a distant distance from beginning to end, Xia Houyuan was always on tenterhooks until the sun set in the west and there was no news of the opponent's attack.

This made him furious:

This pig-killer has humiliated me!

This intention was so obvious that Xia Houyuan and Du Xi both understood that the bandit army wanted to defeat them.

Moreover, it was about to become night, and they also needed to be prepared for the possibility of night attacks by the opponent, which put even greater pressure on them.

It would be better to divide the inner and outer camps into two camps, with the outer camp on guard and the inner camp sleeping soundly. This was the most perfect method that Du Xi could come up with.

Xia Houyuan waved his hand helplessly, signaling the other party to do it quickly.

Then he looked at the dark gorge to the east and wondered:

I didn't realize how far it was when I came here. Now... can I finish this journey when I go back?

A mouthful of hot food before nightfall made Cao's soldiers feel a little calmer. Taking advantage of this warmth, the soldiers in the inner camp couldn't wait to fall asleep, just to keep this warmth for a while longer.

Several of Cao's soldiers who were in charge of perimeter security wrapped their clothes tightly and crouched under the wooden wall to block the wind. A charcoal stove that was flickering on and off and barely breathing was surrounded by them, providing a trace of heat.

After gathering together to curse the weather and complain, all that was left was an unbearable chill, but at this moment someone spoke up:

what is that?

What? Is it possible that Uncle Liu Huang finally called? Someone muttered, unwilling to get up at all.

But soon he heard a few wow sounds, which came from Yu Paoze's exclamation.

So despite his reluctance but unable to resist his curiosity, the man wrapped his clothes a little tighter, looked in the direction where the robe was stunned, and involuntarily let out a huh sound.

The camps of the two armies were not far away, and at this time they clearly saw several red-burning volcanoes burning in front of Zhang Fei's camp, which were extremely conspicuous in this night.

Several Cao soldiers stood up and refused to sit down. Even if the cold wind hammered their faces, they still couldn't stop their eyes from being filled with envy.

No one paid attention to the small charcoal stove behind him. After the human wall was gone to block the wind, the charcoal stove stubbornly lit up twice, and finally went out.

At this moment, Cao Bing at the front was keenly aware of the strange noise:

who?!

Even he didn't notice it. This warning didn't mean much to intimidate, and the sound wasn't very loud.

Fan Jiang's figure emerged from the darkness. He didn't have a weapon in his hand, but he just raised a wooden barrel in his hand:

Brothers, you are very tired from being on guard. I am here to deliver some hot soup to the athletes as ordered by the emperor's uncle.

Several soldiers were confused for a while and looked at each other: Do you want to give a warning?

Fan Jiang chuckled and opened the lid, and a hot steam mixed with a fragrant and glutinous smell floated out, making several Cao soldiers stare immediately.

After putting down the barrel, Fan Jiang stepped back, but did not forget to make clear what Military Advisor Pang told him:

What grudge do we have against Han children? The emperor's uncle only raised troops to defeat thieves, not to kill the Han army.

This soup was made by the miracle doctor of Jingzhou. It can both drive away cold and prevent typhoid fever. You can decide for yourself whether you drink it to protect your body or pour it to the ground.

After saying that, Fan Jiang disappeared into the darkness again, and it was obvious that he was walking far away from the undisguised footsteps.

Several Cao soldiers looked at each other and fell into silence. However, seeing that the steam in the bucket of hot soup became a little thin, some people couldn't bear it and tried to speak:

Since this person has retreated, there is no need to warn...

Someone spoke up, and soon others added:

I heard that Uncle Liu Huang has a reputation for benevolence...

It's just asking for thieves. Can we, the common people, be considered thieves?

That Zhang Feiyong is like a bear. If he really wants to kill us, why bother?

The opinions at the scene quickly reached a consensus.

After Fan Jiang sent away the two barrels of Guizhi soup, he returned to the camp lightly.

Although it was a cold night, the burning coal cake hills radiated terrible heat, making Fan Jiang feel like he was sweating profusely.

Thinking about the number of coal cakes put into it and the number of barrels of Guizhi soup delivered tonight, Fan Jiang felt a little heartbroken and muttered in a low voice:

This Military Advisor Pang is also someone who doesn't know how to live a meticulous life...

In front of the burning coal mountain, Liu Bei was shaking his head and sighing:

Shi Yuan is a good strategist. If he doesn't do this for three days, Cao's army will be defeated.

Pang Yi's face was taken as a matter of course, but he didn't take any credit either. He cupped his hands and said:

My lord still needs to use his troops carefully. The longer Cao's army is trapped in this gorge, the greater the chance of defeat.

Liu Bei smiled and waved his hand, then looked at the dimly lit Cao camp opposite and nodded:

Then it depends on the outcome of this battle.

Leading the troops to the camp, forcing Xiahou Yuan to flee, chasing after him slowly and killing him slowly. Although he could win a great victory, I'm afraid Han'er's blood would also be drained.

Although it is a bit more troublesome and money is wasted now, it is indeed as Yuan Zhi said during the Battle of Jingxiang:

Han'er has lost enough blood.

In the next few days, Liu Bei not only led his troops to follow Xiahou Yuan in a swaggering manner, but also sent troops to harass him from time to time, just to delay the progress of Cao's army.

And at night, it was still the same as before, with coal cakes piled up and Zhang Fei's soldiers secretly delivering hot cinnamon twig soup.

The two front lines seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. Liu Bei did not hear any warning sounds from Cao's barracks, and Zhang Fei's soldiers went back easily without any surprises.

Xia Houyuan was also very satisfied. Although the pig-killer had been following him with his troops, the morale of the soldiers was slowly recovering, which was visible to the naked eye.

According to Xia Houyuan's estimation, if they continue like this, they might be able to form a formation to counterattack once they reach the east exit of the valley road, and then take advantage of the situation to attack Chencang.

But after three peaceful days together, Fan Jiang did not leave immediately after putting down the Guizhi soup. Instead, he gave a reminder:

Brothers, when we attack Chencang in a few days, please remember to stay back. After all, Liu Ya has no eyes and can't recognize people. If he dies in vain, wouldn't he be ashamed of his parents?

Cao's soldiers were silent for a moment, and someone shook his head and said:

Brother, we are joking. We will return to Chencang. Why do we need to attack the city?

Fan Jiang looked strange:

Three days ago, Zhao Yun and Ma Chao under the emperor's uncle led more than 10,000 cavalry to capture Chencang.

Now General Xiahou has returned in a hurry without caring about our army following him. He just wants to rescue Chen Cang. Don't you know?

Several Cao soldiers looked at each other in panic for a while.

The hot soup in the belly that has been drunk in the past few days will not be fake. The two sides have established initial trust, so several Cao soldiers believed it almost immediately.

And this also gives a reasonable explanation for the strange situation between the two armies.

Several Cao soldiers did not know that General Xiahou was thinking about morale and the success or failure of the attack.

They only knew that Chencang was not where they had returned. General Xiahou led them back to attack the city in this cold spring!

The fragrant and glutinous smell of cinnamon twig soup could not arouse their appetite. Some people made a decision almost immediately:

This...brother, can you take me to vote for the emperor's uncle?

Fan Jiang immediately adjusted his facial expression and made an embarrassed expression as instructed by Military Master Pang.

There are also corresponding rhetoric:

Brothers, this matter is very relevant. If you surrender to the emperor's uncle, won't you affect your parents at home? You should think carefully about this matter.

If you insist on coming to vote, I'll be here tomorrow night, just let me go.

After saying that, Fan Jiang took the initiative to step back without any explanation, but before he could get far this time, Fan Jiang heard the suppressed arguments coming from behind him.

Commander Pang is a good strategist. Zhang Fei squatted and whispered:

It's said to make people think carefully for a day, but it's actually just to spread the news that Chen Cang has been lost.

Pang Tong smiled, spread his hands and said:

If our troops all shout that Chencang has been captured, it will be regarded as a rumor that demoralizes their troops.

But if it is an autobiography of another generation, then who can not believe it?

Then he said seriously:

Go to bed, Yide. It's hard to put down rumors once they start. Tomorrow, everything may go well, or there may be a fierce battle. You should keep up your spirits.

In fact, there was no need to wait until dawn. After all, the two camps were too close. In the middle of the night, figures came one after another from Cao's camp and gathered around the embers of the piles of coal cakes.

The soldiers who were suffering from the cold tried their best to stretch their bodies so that the heat could be poured into their bodies from all angles. This comfortable feeling made them groan involuntarily.

Liu Bei, who was called up, saw this scene.

Liu Bei, who was not wearing armor, casually grabbed a nearby Cao soldier and asked:

Aren't you afraid of hurting your parents by joining us like this?

This Cao Bing, for the sake of the hosta on Liu Bei's head, waved his hand and said impatiently:

He is the surname of Gong Jianghuai. In the second year of Jian'an, the Han River overflowed, and people ate each other, and both the elders died.

This answer made Liu Bei silent.

At this time, drums sounded in Cao's camp opposite. It was obvious that it was difficult for soldiers of this size to flee without being noticed.

So the soldiers in front of them who were originally impatient with Liu Bei turned a little panicked:

Brother, the emperor won't send me to wait first, right?

The loyalty of these fleeing soldiers is often difficult to guarantee, and someone must be sent to guard them during the battle to avoid causing trouble.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for them to be appointed as soldiers who have been reduced to brave soldiers to meet with the soldiers of the past.

Liu Bei looked at Cao Ying who was starting to get into chaos from a distance and comforted him:

You can rest assured and keep warm. I will definitely not order you to be the first to follow.

Xia Houyuan couldn't accept the sudden turn of events. His morale was clearly improving a few days ago, so why did he suddenly say this after being woken up by Du Xi today:

General, a large number of soldiers are fleeing and the enemy is roaring like a camp. What should we do?

What should I do? how could I know?

Xia Houyuan's first reaction was that the plan to attack Chencang would probably come to nothing.

But after simply dressing up with the help of Du Xi, the situation he saw when he went out was worse than he expected.

The camp was completely in chaos, with chaotic shouts coming from all directions, but the most shouted words were just a few words:

Chencang has fallen!

It's better to vote for Liu!

Xia Houyuan, who had been patient for many days, suddenly became furious:

This pig-killer dares to use evil tricks!

Zhixu, follow me and fight out. Even if you fight to the death, I will spit in Zhang Fei's face!

There was a hint of obvious disappointment in Du Xi's eyes.

He assisted Xia Houyuan in handling various matters and knew the current situation very clearly.

Chencang fell three days ago, so it may be even more indestructible now.

Attacking the city with exhausted troops was Xiahou Yuan's wishful thinking.

Not to mention Ma Chao, Zhao Yun has also been immersed in military formations for a long time. Even a fool should know that after sticking to Chencang, he will be heavily guarding a dangerous place.

As their troops return eastward, they probably won't even be able to get out of the valley, and there's a good chance they won't be able to see Chencang's city wall at all!

That being the case...

Zhixu? Not hearing the response from behind him, Xia Houyuan looked back slightly strangely, only to see Du Xi's soldiers rushing towards him.

He immediately summoned his own soldiers to help out, but then he remembered that more than half of Zhang Fei's personal soldiers had been killed or injured in the previous battle, and the rest were left to him to recuperate, with only two people by his side.

Inadvertently, Xia Houyuan was tied up without much room for resistance, and his mouth was also gagged.

Looking at Xia Houyuan who was glaring at him, Du Xi burst into tears immediately.

General! Du Xi cried and said:

Now that we can't break forward or retreat, doesn't it make Duke Cao sad that he died in vain?

The rebel army is strong here, but Duke Cao will be unstoppable in Jingzhou.

General, please bow down and keep watch, and be of use to Duke Cao!

Xia Houyuan's eyes widened, his mouth was blocked, and he couldn't say a word Woo woo woo.

Then Du Xi wiped away his tears and shouted with all his strength:

General Xiahou has surrendered!

General Xiahou has surrendered!

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