The Three Kingdoms: Home Travel

On the morning of the third day, Jiang Zhe had just gotten up when Chen Deng rushed over. As soon as he entered the door, he didn't even have time to greet Xiu'er before pulling Jiang Zhe away.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Zhe asked, frowning as he was being pulled along.

"The Yellow...the Yellow Turban Army has arrived!" Chen Deng seemed somewhat panicked, unable to maintain the nonchalant demeanor of defeating the enemy as seen in later historical periods.

"What's the panic!" Jiang Zhe was actually quite excited inside, but his expression was surprisingly calm—so calm that even he couldn't believe it. However, precisely because of this, he could now reprimand Chen Deng. "Look at you! You look so panicked. If the soldiers defending the city see you like this, won't it damage their morale?"

Chen Deng was taken aback, took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said, "Teacher is absolutely right. I have lost my composure. Please forgive me."

Wearing the long robe handed to him by Xiu'er, Jiang Zhe said calmly, "Is the Yellow Turban Army currently outside Xuzhou City?"

"No, that's not it..." Chen Deng bowed to Xiu'er to express his apology, and Xiu'er returned the bow.

"According to the retainers I sent out, the Yellow Turban Army is still twenty miles away from here. They are numerous, but strangely, they don't seem to be in a hurry to get to Xuzhou City. Judging by their speed, it will probably take them another hour to arrive."

"This is too slow!" Jiang Zhe frowned.

"Something unusual must be going on!" Chen Deng said immediately.

Jiang Zhe nodded. It seemed that among the people who had come since yesterday, there must be Yellow Turban spies. What a troublesome situation!

"Oh, right!" Chen Deng seemed to remember something and quickly asked, "Please tell me the commands for today, teacher."

"Hmm, well, this order..." Jiang Zhe tapped his forehead with his finger and pondered, "Plant wheat in the winter paddy fields..."

"What?"

"Order a strange plantation!"

"..." Chen Deng was immediately dumbfounded. "Planting wheat in a winter paddy field... what a strange thing to do?"

"Hehe!" Jiang Zhe started laughing to himself, using a proverb from later generations as a password, which the Yellow Turban Army probably wouldn't know.

"Wonderful..." Chen Deng muttered to himself several times before finally realizing what he meant. He glanced at the smiling Jiang Zhe and thought to himself, "My teacher is indeed a teacher. Even with the enemy at our doorstep, he can still chat and laugh." He shook his head and went to inform the soldiers of today's password.

Alright! Let's go and see the legendary Yellow Turban Army! Jiang Zhe took a deep breath, took a step forward, and suddenly felt something, turning around to look behind him.

"I have said it before!" Xiu'er smiled slightly from behind, "Wherever my husband goes, I will go."

"..." Jiang Zhe opened his mouth, hesitating whether to let Xiu'er stay, but looking at Xiu'er's determined gaze, he said softly, "...It's cold outside, put on another layer."

"kindness……"

Upon learning that the Yellow Turban rebels were approaching, Chen Deng rallied his troops and gave them a final pep talk. However, after hearing that the Yellow Turban army was powerful and that the government forces had suffered repeated defeats, the soldiers' faces fell into a gloom.

Fang Yue felt secretly annoyed, and looked at Jiang Zhe with a mixture of shame and guilt.

Chen Deng frowned and said softly to Jiang Zhe, "Teacher, the soldiers' morale has dropped significantly, I'm afraid..."

Jiang Zhe stood atop the city gate, gazing at the soldiers below, and shouted in a deep voice, "...Look here!"

The soldiers below were confused, but then they realized that Jiang Zhe was referring to Xuzhou City. They were puzzled and didn't know what Jiang Zhe wanted to say.

"This is Xuzhou City!"

"This is Xuzhou, the city where our parents, wife, and children live!"

"The Yellow Turban Army is terrifying!" Upon hearing this, Chen Deng panicked. Why was his teacher saying this at this time? But he dared not make a move and was secretly anxious.

"Death is terrifying!"

"But death isn't the most terrible thing!"

"Think about the day the city falls, our wives, children, and elderly parents exposed to the Yellow Turban rebels! Let us imagine! What kind of scene would that be?"

The soldiers below immediately began to breathe heavily. Most of the elite troops in Xuzhou were locals from Xuzhou City, and their wives, children, and elderly parents were all in Xuzhou City. What would it be like if Xuzhou City were to fall?

"Do you know what the most terrifying thing is?" Jiang Zhe shouted. "It's watching our beloved wife and children, our respected parents, die right before our eyes! That's the most terrifying thing!"

The soldiers below immediately turned red in the face, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

"The Yellow Turban Army is terrifying, so terrifying that even the government troops couldn't defeat them, and were forced to retreat again and again..." Jiang Zhe said this in a normal tone, but his voice rose when he said the next sentence, "But! We cannot retreat, we are the last bulwark to defend Xuzhou!"

Chen Deng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes flickering. He thought to himself that he still couldn't keep his composure. He looked up at the soldiers below and saw that their morale was high and they were full of killing intent. Suddenly, his admiration for Jiang Zhe was like a surging river (hehe).

"We must remember!" Jiang Zhe slammed his hand on a stone on the city wall and shouted, "The key to defending Xuzhou City, to protecting our loved ones, doesn't lie in this city wall! It lies in us!"

"When the walls fall, we become the walls! We are the key to victory!"

"Think of my wife, children, and elderly parents! They...are with me!"

As soon as Jiang Zhe finished speaking, the killing intent among the soldiers below intensified. Chen Deng shouted without hesitation, "With our flesh and blood, we will defend Xuzhou!"

"With my blood and flesh, I will defend Xuzhou!"

"With my blood and flesh, I will defend Xuzhou!"

"With my blood and flesh, I will defend Xuzhou!"

Fang Yue stared in disbelief at the soldiers below, their morale soaring. Then she looked at Jiang Zhe and suddenly understood why even the young master of the Chen family called himself his student. With just a few words, he had boosted the morale of the soldiers. Even she, who was not from Xuzhou, was filled with excitement.

Jiang Zhe raised his hand, and after the soldiers below quieted down, he said in a somber tone, "War is a war where people die. It could be you, it could be him, it could be me..."

Xiuer's expression changed immediately, and her little hands trembled slightly.

"But!" Jiang Zhe's voice rose to its peak, "In this moment of crisis, to exchange our lives for the lives of our wives, children, and elderly parents, for the lives of millions of people in Xuzhou! Soldiers! Do you think it's worth it?!"

"worth!"

"worth!"

"worth!"

Jiang Zhe breathed a deep sigh of relief and glanced at Chen Deng.

Chen Deng understood, and immediately stepped forward, saying, "All brave warriors who die in battle will be cared for by my Chen family! Soldiers! Do you dare to fight?"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

Jiang Zhe waved his hand and shouted, "Since that's the case, all troops, prepare for battle! The gods are with us, the people of Xuzhou are with us, our wives, children, and elderly parents are with us! I am with you all!"

"Drink!" With a loud shout, a thousand elite soldiers from Xuzhou entered the trenches, and a thousand elite soldiers from Xuzhou and a thousand Chen family generals went up the city wall. Because it was the first day, this battle was of great importance, and Jiang Zhe sent out all the soldiers he could.

"I'm going down now! Take care, my lord!" Fang Yue also went down the city gate and entered the moat.

After gathering the people and closing the city gates, the legendary Yellow Turban Army finally arrived, as if they weren't there to fight, but rather for a leisurely outing.

Densely packed, overwhelming, Jiang Zhe gripped the stones on the city wall tightly, his hands turning pale...

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