Wait, please don't call me Emperor Zhaolie

Chapter 21: The Han Army is Strong
The weather was slightly hot, without a single breeze.

The sticky, humid heat makes it hard to breathe.

The Yellow Turban soldiers on the city wall endured the stench of not having taken a bath for many days, and rested on the ground with their backs against the parapet.

When the Han army had no intention of attacking the city, they were undoubtedly the most relaxed.

The soldier with a rough beard tilted his head back to drink the last gulp of water, shook the shrunken water bag to try to squeeze out some more water, but ultimately failed.

The skinny old man next to him said, "Stop shaking it. Even if you break it, you won't be able to make water come out."

The soldier cursed: "Damn it! They only give us one bag of water a day, who can drink it? You fought for our commander, but you are treated like this. It's really unfair."

The old man covered his mouth, glanced around, and whispered: "Stop talking. The reason why I can live to this age is that I never forget that the mouth can cause trouble."

"There are too many people in the army and you think your life is too long, but I still feel that I haven't lived enough! Remember to keep your mouth shut."

After giving careful instructions, he let go as if nothing had happened.

He threw the remaining water in his water bag to the soldier unhappily and said, "Drink it, I'll drink you to death!"

"The buffaloes that I raised before might not be as good at drinking as you."

When the soldier heard the old man scolding him, he didn't get angry but grinned.

He pulled out the cork and gulped a few mouthfuls, just like a cow drinking, and the water bag was instantly deflated by half.

The old man's eyes widened and he cursed: "Fuck you, leave me a sip. I was so kind to give it to you but I drank it all."

"Do I want to drink more? Okay, okay, give it back to me." Seeing that the other party still wanted to hold the water bag upside down and drink it all.

The old man could no longer bear it and hurriedly snatched back his water bag.

After weighing it, I found that it was indeed much lighter. I plugged it with a wooden cork and stuffed it back into my arms with heartache.

Looking at the burly soldier, he could not help but said angrily, "I was kind enough to give you a drink, but you sold your land and didn't feel bad. You used your big mouth to criticize me."

The soldier was also amused. If I really wanted to drink it, with your old arms and legs, do you think you can snatch it from me?
I really don't take Xu Ju, who dares to confront me, seriously even if I look around the whole town.

The old man also understood the situation and just kept cursing for a few words and then didn't say anything else.

I felt regretful and thought, how nice it would be if Qu Shuai was still alive.

It saves everyone from suffering here, eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, raining and windy all in the city. They are like orphans who have lost their mothers in the village, with no one to take care of them and no one to love them. They will be sent to wherever the hardship and fatigue are the most severe.

The old man looked up at the sky, thinking: "Master Qu, whether you are alive or dead, there must be a letter, otherwise there will be no one to avenge you!"

If it weren't for you saving their lives, the old man and Xu boy would have run away long ago and wouldn't have to suffer here.

Ugh!
At this moment, suddenly another group of comrades standing guard cried out in surprise.

"Look quickly!!"

The soldiers who were sitting down to rest stood up quickly and looked into the distance. Suddenly, sounds came one after another.

More and more soldiers were aroused by the exclamations of their comrades.

When I looked over there, my mind suddenly went blank. I was so shocked that my brain stopped working and I couldn't speak.

The old man naturally also heard the noise, but when he saw that it was not the Han army that was about to attack the city, his curiosity was not that strong.

Then he slowly stood up and glanced outside the city.

But just a quick glance made his pupils shrink, cold sweat flowed down his back, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

The originally huge military camp of the Han army was now expanding outward.

Further away, a large number of soldiers with flags covering the sky and wearing solid armor were lined up in neat battle array, stretching for several miles as if covering mountains and rivers, and marched into the military camp.

Many of the flags were inscribed with the words "Gongsun" and "Yuan". There were also a large number of siege weapons and cavalry, and the Han army's auxiliary soldiers were still cutting down and transporting trees.

Some of the watchtowers and battering rams that were still under construction were even several meters taller than the Linji city walls.

The old man came to his senses and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, thinking about the fierce battle that was about to take place.

After being speechless for a long time, he finally cursed: "Fuck him, what a damn world, is there any way to survive?"

Liu Bei stood on a high building in the camp and saw vague figures on the city wall, who seemed to be looking around.

With a smile on his face, he returned to the tent.

It is extremely difficult to spread information at this time.

In order to make the Yellow Turban Army believe that the Han army princes intended to encircle Le'an, he made a lot of preparations.

The "elite troops" under the city, flying flags with the words Gongsun and Yuan in their names, not only made people out of straw and put on dyed bamboo and wood armor, but also drew civilian laborers from the rear to fill the numbers in the military camp.

At night, the combat soldiers and auxiliary soldiers were ordered to retreat with pieces of wood in their mouths to avoid making any unusual noises. They would then march back during the day, holding up flagpoles and setting up camp.

Tonight Liu Bei will leave a small gap and let them go for help quickly.

He told the Yellow Turban Army heading to other counties that if they did not return for help, not only would they lose their homes, but the Han army would also attack from behind, putting them in a dilemma as they would be attacked from both sides.

Among the many captains in the tent, except Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun, the others were still full of confidence in Liu Bei and were not afraid at all.

The other generals, even Zhao Zhen and Han Mu, who had followed the expedition last time, looked worried.

Some people were worried that the decisive battle with the main force of the Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou would be unfavorable.

Because of Liu Bei's prestige, no one dared to speak up to undermine his morale and boost the opponent's prestige.

But after all, the number of people on the other side is too large, and two or three hundred thousand people is indeed very intimidating.

Liu Bei remained silent and looked at the faces of the generals.

Suddenly he laughed and said, "You all like hunting, but have you ever heard of a story about tigers and leopards being afraid of rabbits?"

Zhao Zhen hesitated for a moment, seeing that others did not dare to speak.

Thinking of Liu Bei's support and trust in him, he stepped forward and said, "I have never heard of this. I hope you can enlighten me."

Seeing that Zhao Zhen dared to respond, Liu Bei patted him on the shoulder.

His face looked a little stiff.

Liu Bei reflected in his heart, "It seems that I have been showing less kindness and more bullying to the commanders and officers in the army recently."

We need to find an opportunity to meet up and have a heart-to-heart talk to strengthen our relationship.

Don't think that in this era, when men talk to each other intimately and sleep on the same bed with their feet touching, they are showing kindness and engaging in a romantic relationship.

In fact, what often brings people closer together is not banquets, as that is more of a superficial act.

The most effective way is for the two of them to sit down alone and talk from the heart.

Therefore, in this era, whether others really regard you as a friend and whether the master really values ​​you depends on whether he is willing to sleep with you.

Liu Bei was originally resistant to this, until he was forced by Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and later Zhao Yun to sleep on the bed and talk with them all night long.

The same thing happened to Qian Zhao and Jian Yong later, who gradually adapted to the local customs and changed from resistance to acceptance.

However, this only happened between men. Liu Bei never went to find unmarried girls or married women to sleep with them.

(End of this chapter)