Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 512 Zhang Lu's Active Attack

In the second year of Chuping, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Since the fifteenth day, the weather has gradually warmed up, and the ice and snow have not completely melted, but there is a lot more sunshine every day, and some official roads are much easier to walk.

Hanshui, Shiquan.

Shiquan is a pavilion, near the Han River, staggered at the entrance of the Qinling Meridian Road.

"It seems that the weather today is not very good. There is no need to continue on the road. Let's find a place to camp here!"

Mu Jing opened the window of the carriage, and took a look. The sun had just emerged in the morning, and the sun had already subsided, and there were gloomy dark clouds all around. There was no snow, but the cold wind was howling and chilling.

"promise!"

Chen and Zhang Liao took orders at the same time and arranged for the soldiers to set up camp.

Along the Han River, it is convenient to get water and materials. It is not difficult to find a place to camp. In less than half an hour, I chose an open space on the sloping beach of the Han River in two days to camp. By the water and by the mountains, this temporary camp was built very quickly, and it was already established before dark.

The main force of the Yellow Turban Army had moved west last year.

The main force this time is Jing Ping's army.

Jingping's First Army and Jingping's Second Army joined forces in the west city three days ago, set up camp to the west, and traveled for three days. They didn't go far, but only traveled more than 100 miles. The cold winter has not passed, and the early spring has not yet arrived. Traveling today is still a difficult task.

night.

A small snowstorm fell from the sky, and the soldiers lit bonfires, but they didn't pay much attention to it. This small snowstorm was nothing more than the last lingering power of the cold winter months, and it couldn't hurt the soldiers who were already familiar with the winter weather.

Mu Jing was also sitting around a bonfire, sitting on a bluestone, breaking off the dry branches in his hand, throwing them into the bonfire, looking at the bonfire, his expression lost in thought.

How to fight this battle?
He is also ten 56 in his heart.

He tried his best not to withdraw his troops even when Nanyang was trapped, which was tantamount to pinning his hopes on this battle.

But this battle is not optimistic.

Zhang Lu alone, he can deal with.

But Chang'an's dispatch of troops has become the biggest variable.

"If Xi Zhicai and Huang Zhong can successfully bring the Baibo army up, there is a great chance of attacking Nanzheng!" Mu Jing muttered to himself, "I just don't know how they will pass the Jiange level!"

"This bowl of medicine, drink it!"

At this time, Zhang Ning brought over a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine that had been boiled for more than an hour, and handed it to Mu Jing.

"Drink again?"

Mu Jing's thoughts were interrupted, looking at the bowl of black things, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in embarrassment: "My injury has already healed, and now I can dance the Panlong. You still need to drink medicine!"

Zhang Ning didn't know whether it was revenge or something. The medicine she brewed was not the worst, only worse.

"Drink it!" Zhang Ning was as strong as a tiger.

Mu Jing was helpless, his life was in someone's body, he had to surrender, he just squeezed his nose and swallowed the bowl of dark stuff forcefully, and he also had to suppress the nauseous feeling in his throat.

"How old is he, he takes medicine every day, and still coaxes him!"

Zhang Ning gave him a look of contempt.

"You're speaking lightly, you ask, who can drink this kind of medicine for a month!" Mu Jing complained.

"I'm doing this for your own good!"

Zhang Ning said: "Before you practiced kung fu, you have already injured your internal organs. Once you were injured, it was difficult to recuperate. Now you have almost died on the battlefield. You have been injured externally and internally. The external injury is good, but your internal organs that have been injured by the shock are not so easy to take care of. , if this battle is not related to the future of all of us, you will have to rest in peace for at least a year, and I will not let you go out!"

The Battle of Hanzhong has reached a critical moment at this moment.

If you get Nanzheng, you can look forward to it in the future.

Lost Nanzheng, catastrophe is imminent.

So even Zhang Ning couldn't stop Mu Jing from going to the battlefield. He had to go to this battlefield. As a prince, the leader of the generals, at this moment, he was not on the battlefield himself, and the army's morale was unstable.

"I think my body is fine!"

Mu Jing stuck out his tongue.

"Humph!"

Zhang Ning snorted coldly, and just told him: "Do not practice for more than one hour every day!"

"Yes!"

Mu Jing shrugged, and regarded Zhang Ning's words as an imperial decree.

Zhang Ning turned around and left without giving him a good look, Mu Jing smiled helplessly, this time he was injured and almost lost his life, so this Highness has been offended a lot.

"Meet the lord!"

After Chen arrived and Zhang Liao arranged military affairs, he came hand in hand.

"sit down!"

Mu Jing pointed to the position directly opposite, and said: "Shiquan Pavilion is in a good location, suitable for storing grain, the west city is too far from the front line, there must be a granary to guarantee our logistics, you each leave your troops and horses, Set up camp here!"

"promise!"

The two nodded! "

"My lord, after passing Shiquan Pavilion, they have already entered the battlefield. The Hanzhong army not only lined up in Nanzheng, but also established strongholds along the way for more than a hundred miles, operating the surrounding area of ​​Nanzheng like a net!"

After discussing the logistics, Chen Dacai came out and said, "The Yellow Turban Army is still trapped in the south of the Han River, no less than eighty miles away from Nanzheng, and it is difficult to advance!"

"Zhongheng!"

"exist!"

"Give me a military order to tell Huang Shao to march in immediately, divide the troops into three groups, and force them in!" Mu Jing thought for a while and said.

The Yellow Turban Army has kept a lot of main force, which can be regarded as the main force of this battle.

At this time, if the Yellow Turban Army is not used to attract the main force, the follow-up plan cannot be started.

"promise!"

As Huo Yu's clerk next to Mujing, it was his responsibility to sort out the memorials and deliver orders.

"It's already spring, and I don't have time to procrastinate!"

Mu Jing looked at the two of them, and said, "This battle, how to fight, has already made a strategic plan early on, but now there is an accident, and I need someone to prevent this accident for me!"

"Yangping Pass?"

Both Chen Dao and Zhang Liao are smart people, and after hearing what Mujing said, they can already understand his thoughts.

"My lord, what do you mean, let us divide our troops and go north to meet the Xiliang army at Yangping Pass?"

Chen Dao asked in a low voice.

"If the Xiliang army is allowed to go south to Nanzheng, what will be the result?" Mu Jing asked.

"This one……"

Zhang Liao thought for a while before answering: "Nanzheng City was originally a high-walled city, but the Xiliang Army is an elite in all battles. Even if its strength is only about [-], it is enough to keep Nanzheng safe. As long as Nanzheng is held steady, With Yangping in hand, Chang'an's troops going south will not be a problem!"

"So, we have to put the Xiliang Army on Yangping Pass."

Mu Jing stared at the flames of the bonfire: "I need time!"

"Your Majesty, tell me!"

The two looked at each other, and said with hands clasped.

"You decide for yourself!" Mu Jing shook his head.

"I'll go!" Chen Dao said.

"Why?" Mu Jingruo asked intentionally.

"Intercepting the Xiliang Army in the north is the key to the success of this battle, but they don't have many troops. Our Jingping First Army has suffered repeated casualties and suffered a lot of losses, but we can still stop them. The Hanzhong Army will definitely defend Nanzheng to the death. Currently, Jingping's First Army is not as powerful as the Second Army!"

Chen Dao said it very straightforwardly.

Jingping's First Army was severely damaged in the Battle of Xicheng, especially the Jingping Battalion, almost the entire army was wiped out, and he didn't have much time to replenish its troops, so its combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced.

And Jingping's second army has been rectifying in Shangyong, with the background of the fifth battalion, and in the past few months, with the efforts of Su Xin and Ye Ru, four or five thousand elites of Shangyong have been integrated into the army. Entering the system, the combat effectiveness is even higher.

"Wen Yuan, what do you think?"

Mu Jing asked.

"I agree!"

Zhang Liao thought for a while: "Although Jingping's second army has too many new recruits and lacks combat experience, it is easier to accumulate experience in fighting the Hanzhong army than in fighting the Xiliang army. The Hanzhong army is strong but not strong in combat effectiveness. The troops are weak, but each of them is as fierce as a tiger, which is not conducive to my second army's strength!"

The strength of the second army lies in its strength. In a short period of time, it has gathered Shangyong's soldiers and recruited some young and strong civilians. The strength of the second army has exceeded [-].

"it is good!"

Mu Jing spread out a topographic map facing west: "We'll rest overnight, and we'll break out of camp tomorrow morning. I will lead Jingping's second army, head due east, and go straight to Nanzheng, Chen Dao!"

"exist!"

"Lead Jingping's first army, walk from the fork in the northeast direction, and after crossing the Han River, attack Anyang County directly. As long as you can take down Anyang County, you can block the Xiliang Army in Yangping Pass !"

Going out of Yangpingguan is Anyang, and going down Anyang is Chenggu, and Chenggu to the southwest is Nanzheng City.

Keeping Anyang is tantamount to staring at Yangping Pass.

"Understood!" Chen nodded.

"Once the Xiliang army's attack fails, they will definitely have reinforcements in the follow-up. I don't know how many methods they will use after spying on Hanzhong for a long time, and I don't know how many soldiers and horses they will dispatch to Chang'an, but I know that this War is not easy to fight, the military order I gave you, if you can beat it, fight it, if you can't beat it, stick to it for fifteen days!"

"Stick for fifteen days?"

When Chen Dao heard the words, his eyes flickered, and he asked, "My lord, spring has not yet started, and the weather is still so cold that the attack must be difficult. Can you break through Nanzheng in just fifteen days?"

"can!"

Mujing said confidently.

News has come from the south that Xi Zhicai and Huang Zhong have successfully left Chengdu and are now heading north. As long as they successfully lead the Baibo army to join them, they will not be able to defend the city of Nanzheng no matter what.

"This battle is a battle that will determine life and death and determine the future!"

Mujing patted him on the shoulder: "I can't tolerate my failure!"

Nanzheng is related to the ownership of Hanzhong.

It also determines his future destiny.

When Xi Zhicai and Huang Zhong went north, it was tantamount to breaking faces with Liu Yan. Nanyang was in danger, and Chang'an sent troops, making it clear that he was going to be driven to death.

"The last will obey!"

Chen Dao said firmly: "The soldiers of Jingping's first army, even if the battle ends in one soldier, they will insist on fifteen days to prevent the Xiliang army from going south!"

He has made up his mind, there is no such thing as fifteen days, he must use the soldiers in his hands to block the footsteps of the Xiliang army going south, until the day when the Mu army takes Hanzhong completely, or one day, one day, even in the end All died in battle.

……

The next day, in the early morning, the sun slowly peeked out half of its head from among the layers of clouds. Although the pouring sunlight could not feel any heat, it was enough to reduce the surrounding cold air a lot.

Early in the morning, the camp here in Shiquan began to pack things.

An hour later, they pulled out of the camp and left, less than ten miles past Shiquan. On a forked road, Jingping's first army and second army split up, all the way to Nanzheng, all the way to the northwest, and went straight to Anyang.

Mu Jing personally led Jingping's second army, marched for more than two days, and entered the battlefield of Nanzheng.

"The last general, Huang Shao, pay homage to the lord!"

After Jingping's second army set up camp, Huang Shao, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army [-] li ahead, led more than a hundred personal guards, entered the camp and kowtowed at Mujing.

"General Huang, you have worked hard!"

Mujing waved his hand and got Huang Shao up: "Get up and report!"

In this cold winter, if you want to say who is the saddest, it is definitely Huang Shao. Huang Shao sent troops in the snow, and the main force of the Yellow Turbans was marching, and they lost nearly a hundred soldiers, which made Huang Shao and Mu Jing die of heartache.

However, it was precisely because of the advance of troops under the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month that the Hanzhong army was forced to take the initiative to fight.

In this cold winter, Huang Shao and the Hanzhong army fought no less than three battles, three battles and three victories. Although they were all small-scale battles, they beheaded no less than 500 people and captured nearly a thousand. They pushed all the way from Shiting, almost to the south. Zheng, Zhang Lu couldn't breathe.

"Report to my lord, the Yellow Turban Army has approached less than 100 miles away from Nanzheng City. In yesterday's battle, more than [-] enemies were killed and more than [-] soldiers were injured. Pingkang Town was conquered, and the Hanzhong Army at this point was pulled out. Because the Hanzhong army is strong and clear, we are exhausted very quickly, and our logistics can't keep up!"

"Strong walls and clear fields?"

Mu Jing narrowed his eyes.

"Yes!"

Huang Shao said: "Since last year, the Hanzhong Army has been able to fortify the walls and clear the fields within a hundred miles of Nanzheng. Not a single grain is left for us, but a single labor force is given to us, which greatly hinders our logistics. !"

For logistics, generally not using regular pawns, they are all recruited by the local labor force, to fortify the walls and clear the fields. What is cleared is not food, but also population. This is equivalent to gathering everything in Nanzheng.

"It seems that our Master Tianshi has made up his mind to fight me to the death in Nanzheng!"

Mu Jing sneered coldly: "After losing two cities in a row, it stands to reason that even if he sticks to it, he will not be so bold and confront me head-on. It seems that the imperial troops going south gave him confidence!"

"My lord, although the scouts did not inquire carefully, they are at least certain that there are no fewer than [-] troops in Nanzheng City!"

Huang Shao said: "It is said that Zhang Lu is still recruiting young men!"

"normal!"

Mu Jing was not surprised: "If you want people to die, you must make people crazy. Now, Zhang Lu is even crazier, but so what if he is crazy, even if he recruits [-] young men, can he keep Nanzheng?"

On the battlefield, it doesn't necessarily mean that there are too many people to be effective. Sometimes having a large number of people is not only an advantage, but also causes mutiny.

Even [-] young men recruited temporarily can't stop the attack of [-] powerful soldiers on the battlefield.

Mu Jing is very opposed to the temporary recruitment of young and strong people to the battlefield, which is tantamount to sending people to death. Once a person who has never been on the battlefield is shocked by the blood on the battlefield, he will be chaotic. One person will be chaotic, and a hundred people will be chaotic. A thousand people are in chaos... a cycle is formed, and the army will be in chaos.

"However, it is undeniable that if they recruit some young men to defend the city, it will still have some effect. After all, defending the city is not fighting in the wild. Holding the city will give them a lot of courage!" Zhang Liao said.

"It is indeed useful, but the siege of the city needs to be deliberated. If this is not enough, we have to push our troops in first!"

Mu Jing thought for a while and said, "We don't have much time left. I must capture Zhang Lu within three months, drive out the Xiliang army, and then return to Nanxiang. I want Hanzhong, and I want Nanyang." Don't lose it, from now on, let me show you your offensive momentum!"

"promise!"

Zhang Liao and Huang Shao accepted orders solemnly.

…………

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Nanzheng City.

The arrival of the new year was supposed to be festive, but the festive atmosphere has not yet passed. The enemy came. When the news came back that the Mu army had advanced fifty miles away from Nanzheng, the whole city of Nanzheng was undercurrent.

"Mu's Longtu, worthy of being the son of Nanyang Violent Bear, is as brave as a bear when he moves. Before the new year has passed, he can't wait. Is it possible that he is so confident that he can beat my Nanzheng? !"

In just a few months, Zhang Lu seemed to have aged a lot.

Ever since Mu Jun entered Hanzhong, he has never been happy.

He originally thought that by defeating Zhang Xiu, he would be able to dominate Hanzhong alone, but he didn't expect that killing a dragon across the river would destroy his years of planning in a month or two, which made him feel depressed.

In the first battle of Shangyong and the first battle of Xicheng, they were defeated in two battles, and they also lost all the big fighters around them, Zhang Wei, Zhang Suo, and Yang Bai.

Zhang Lu, who is also a young man, has his own arrogance and arrogance. He is rebellious, tolerant for many years, and still confident. However, he was defeated by someone who defeated him in an instant.

"Master Master, don't be impatient!"

Yan Pu stood beside him, cupping his hands to remonstrate: "The reason why Mu Longtu attacked our Nanzheng so impetuously is because his old lair in Nanyang is already in jeopardy!"

"Oh?"

Zhang Lu's eyes lit up, he looked at Yan Pu, waiting for his continuation.

"Getting the news, Yuan Shu has ordered troops to attack the Mu army's foundation in Nanyang. Now it has conquered several cities, and even the most important Nanxiang city of the Mu family in Nanyang has been heavily surrounded by Yuan army!" Yan Pu said softly: "So Mu Longtu is in a hurry!"

He continued: "It's a good thing that Mulongtu is in a hurry. If he leapfrogs, he will be more likely to make mistakes. Under Nanzheng City, Shita will be buried in the grave of Mulongtu!"

"This is good news!"

Zhang Lu laughed, but soon stopped laughing, and said with a gloomy face: "But in this case, the Mu army has no choice but to chase Nanzheng fiercely and attack Nanzheng at all costs. I am Nanzheng!"

"Master Shijun, I have a plan to let him withdraw his troops!"

"Say!"

"The three armies have not moved, and the food and grass go first. The herdsmen must have a lack of food roads after a long journey. We will cut off their food roads. They will be defeated without fighting. They are defeated!"

Yan Pu spread out the map and said to the above terrain: "The Mu army sent troops from the west city. The west city is a whole Hanzhong away from us, hundreds of miles away. They want to transport food, this is the key!"

"Shiquan?"

"That's right!" Yan Pu nodded.

"Command Zhang Ying!"

Zhang Lu's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Let him lead an army of five thousand, go out along the Han River, and attack the grain road of Shiquan!"

"promise!"

An orderly immediately went to deliver the order.

(End of this chapter)