The Three Kingdoms: Home Travel

The next morning, Jiang Zhe woke up early, staring at the patterns on the roof with his eyes open, feeling somewhat excited.

According to Xiuer, the city gate commander is an official position that can command more than two thousand people. Add to that the Chen family's retainers, and there are at least three thousand people.

This is different from the three thousand people in the game; these are living, breathing people with their own thoughts and plans.

The most important thing for an army is to ensure that orders are obeyed. However, this is my first time in office, and I'm afraid those arrogant and unruly soldiers won't listen to me. What should I do?

A small hand reached out and stroked Jiang Zhe's face, warming his heart. He pulled the beautiful woman beside him into his arms with his left hand, glanced at her, and wow, her gaze seemed to take root, unwilling to leave.

"Is my husband still worried about the Yellow Turban Rebellion's invasion of Xuzhou?" Xiu'er lazily shifted her body, settling into a more comfortable position in Jiang Zhe's arms.

"Yes...yes." Jiang Zhe's eyes were practically probing the thickness of Xiu'er's undergarment.

"You idiot! I'm talking to you about serious business!" Xiu'er pulled up the blanket, and Jiang Zhe was immediately disappointed.

"Alright!" Xiu'er took Jiang Zhe's hand, gently tapped his chest with her finger, then tapped herself, and said sweetly, "No matter what, I will always be by your side..."

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for!

Jiang Zhe took a deep breath and said with some worry, "Xiuer, I'm really nervous. I've never commanded anyone in battle before. What should I do?"

"I believe in my husband's talent, and he should also have confidence in himself!"

"Confidence doesn't just come easily," Jiang Zhe rolled his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Zhe's expression, Xiu'er knew her words had been wasted. She sat up, grabbed Jiang Zhe's face, and said, "Husband, even for the sake of the millions of people in Xuzhou, and for my sake, you must muster your strength and keep the Yellow Turban army out of Xuzhou!"

"Of course!" Hearing this, Jiang Zhe felt a surge of pride and thought to himself, "Well then, I'll use my millennia-old culture to challenge you!"

Only then did Xiu'er feel relieved, and she said with a smile, "It's already broad daylight, husband, let's get up..."

"Huh? You're up already?" Jiang Zhe said with a sheepish smile. "Look how cold it is outside. Besides, Yuanlong won't be here until noon. Shall we sleep a little longer?" He hugged Xiu'er like a child and refused to get up.

Xiuer had no choice but to be held in his arms and unable to get up.

No matter how cold the wind is outside, it's just as warm and cozy inside.

"The students just can't understand it..." Chen Deng said as soon as he sat down at noon.

"What can't you figure out?" Jiang Zhe had just gotten up, still savoring the feeling of having such a beautiful woman in his arms.

"Since ancient times, wars have ceased in winter. Why then did the Yellow Turban Rebellion choose to rise up in winter? And why did they intend to invade Xuzhou, which is far away?"

"Zhang Jiao was forced to raise an army because his deeds had been exposed. Why would he invade Xuzhou..." Jiang Zhe rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "You're asking me about things that didn't happen in history. How could I possibly know?"

"Could it be..." Chen Deng chuckled, "Could it be that Zhang Jiao knows that Master is a great talent and wants to kidnap him?"

"Get lost!" Jiang Zhe laughed and cursed, then got up to take the tea that Xiu'er handed him. Chen Deng, on the other hand, respectfully got up and thanked Xiu'er.

"No matter their reasons... as long as there are still millions of people in Xuzhou, that's enough!"

"The teacher is right!" Chen Deng immediately became respectful.

After having a simple meal at Jiang Zhe's house, Chen Deng took Jiang Zhe and Xiu'er to the east gate of Xuzhou.

On the way, Chen Deng was still secretly pleased. His teacher had invited him to dinner, and his teacher's wife was sitting demurely to the side—didn't that mean he had already become his teacher's disciple? Then…then…

Chen Deng was excited.

Jiang Zhe glanced at Chen Deng with a puzzled look, then stood on the city gate. Looking out, he saw that the area outside the east gate of Xuzhou was completely empty, and he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Although Xuzhou City has a moat about seven or eight meters wide, what if the Yellow Turban Army fills the moat and enters?

We can't afford any unforeseen circumstances!

Besides, such an open space would be convenient for the Yellow Turban Army to set up formations (this formation does not mean any kind of battle formation, but just the arrangement of formations).

"Yuanlong..." Jiang Zhe pointed to the open space outside and said, "How many more days until those Yellow Turban rebels arrive? If I want to set up something there, will it be too late?"

"I reckon it'll be a few more days. I wonder what the teacher is going to set up?" Chen Deng said, his heart filled with unease. Was the teacher about to use his true abilities? Could it be some kind of formation?

"Come here!" Jiang Zhe said to Chen Deng and then walked to the side, where he drew on a piece of paper for a while.

"This..." Chen Deng was completely baffled. What was this thing?

"This is called a trench, about the depth and width of a person..."

"What's the use of this?" Chen Deng was somewhat disappointed.

"Idiot!" Jiang Zhe said, somewhat annoyed. "Our soldiers are hiding in this trench; we're the ones shooting at them, how could they possibly hit us?"

"And this one..." Chen Deng asked, pointing to the house-like building in the painting, somewhat understanding.

"This is called a bunker. Our soldiers hide inside and attack with guns... cough, with crossbows..."

"Oh?" Chen Deng's eyes lit up. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Jiang Zhe with starry eyes.

"Then... then this one, this one!"

"This..." Jiang Zhe said somewhat awkwardly, "This is called barbed wire. We drive stakes into the open ground and cover it with barbed wire. If the enemy tries to climb over it, we shoot them! It's just that this barbed wire is not easy to get..."

"Easy, easy!" Chen Deng stamped his feet excitedly. "I remember the blacksmith in the east of the city had this. It was originally meant to be used to make chainmail..."

"Then hurry up and go!"

Chen Deng immediately ran away.

Just then, Xiuer took a few steps forward, and seeing that no one was around, she took Jiang Zhe's hand, pointed at him, then at herself, and smiled sweetly.

"Watch how your husband keeps those Yellow Turbans out!" Jiang Zhe was filled with confidence.

"I will always believe in and support my husband..."

Then, following Jiang Zhe's instructions, Chen Deng led the two thousand elite soldiers of Xuzhou and more than a thousand Chen family retainers to set up an embassy in Xuzhou City. The trenches, bunkers, and barbed wire were laid in an orderly manner. In addition, he mass-produced bows and crossbows. The exceptionally intelligent Chen Deng grasped from Jiang Zhe's plan that these two items were the key to resisting the Yellow Turban Army's invasion!

Although the Xuzhou elite soldiers and Chen family retainers were somewhat confused and did not understand the reasoning, Chen Deng naturally did not explain it to them. He dismissed them with a single order. By evening, the situation of the three thousand men's work could be vaguely seen. Chen Deng stood on the city tower, looking at the buildings below with burning eyes. He then looked at Jiang Zhe's handwritten letter, carefully folded it, and put it in his pocket.

As Chen Deng descended the city wall, a gust of cold wind suddenly jolted him awake to something: the East Gate was safe, but what about the other gates?

Should we inform them? Chen Deng hesitated as he stood there. Brother Zizhong was alright, but Cao Bao was arrogant and wouldn't listen to advice.

"Fine! I'll do my best!" Chen Deng sighed inwardly and headed to the Mi residence before nightfall.

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