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Chapter 300: It is better to chase the poor bandits with the remaining brave men, not to be a famous academic overlord

What is a famous general?

A famous general must not only be personally brave, but must also be wise and courageous, able to discern opportunities, have a thorough understanding of the art of war, and be particularly good at using troops.

The wisdom of a famous general lies in his ability to accurately judge the battlefield situation and formulate realistic strategies and tactics.

The courage of a famous general lies in the courage to take risks, the courage to challenge, and the courage to make decisions at critical moments.

More importantly, famous generals also need to have the ability to command, be able to unite the morale of the military, inspire morale, and lead the troops to victory.

Lu Zhi is just such a famous general with both civil and military talents.

He has rich experience and strong insight. During yesterday's siege and Su Yao's night attack, he keenly captured the weaknesses of the anti-thief camp.

It is in disarray, its morale is low, and its organization is in disarray.

Especially after the general died, the main backbone was severely damaged, and almost all the stone-producing vehicles were burned down, the bandit soldiers had lost the ability to initiate a decisive battle.

The rebel thieves in front of them looked huge in number, but in reality they were already extremely weak.

The balance of power between the two sides has been completely broken.

However, Zhang Chun failed to observe all this as keenly as Lu Zhi.

Although this former Prime Minister of Zhongshan and General Mitian with experience in hundreds of battles had a good vision, he had early seen the weakness of the Han court and the overall situation that the world was about to collapse.

However, he is still an ordinary person in essence. He lacks the wisdom and courage that a famous general should have, and it is difficult to control his emotions.

Under such repeated defeats, Zhang Chun was driven by anger and despair, ignoring the fear and uneasiness in the military camp, and insisted on launching a revengeful attack on the next day.

He failed to see that Su Yao's night attack was just the beginning, and the situation of the war had already fundamentally changed.

So, after only a short morning's rest, Zhang Chun led the rebel army and launched a fierce attack on Pingyuan City.

However, this offense was completely different from the past.

Although the rebels were numerous in number, their morale was low and their organization was disorganized. They were no longer the brave team with high morale under the thunderbolts of yesterday.

Their attacks seemed unorganized, like a rabble.

Under Pingyuan City, war drums rumbled.

But this time, those who are attentive can easily find that the drum sound is no longer as exciting and fanatical as before.

The rebel army came like a tide, with dust flying, but their steps were heavy and slow. Not only could they not follow the rhythm of the drums, many of them were still looking around, secretly making their own plans in their hearts.

On the contrary, Lu Zhi on the top of the city was wearing armor and his eyes were as bright as a torch.

He stood on the tower of the north gate, overlooking the enemy troops below.

Beside him, the soldiers of the Northern Army were waiting in full formation. Bows and arrows were raining down, and boulders were rolling down. Every shot landed accurately among the enemy troops, causing chaos.

Behind the crenellations on the city wall, the militiamen held spears and shields, nervously watching the movements below the city, ready to deal with the enemy's climb.

Although there were many rebels in the city, they were unable to make any progress in the face of Lu Zhi's well-organized defenses.

Lacking a unified command and losing their soul general, they were like snakes with their heads cut off, scurrying around and unable to form an effective offensive.

They tried to set up ladders and break through the city gate, but each time they were repulsed by the defenders on top of the city and suffered heavy losses.

On the streets of the city, although yesterday's fire had been extinguished, the smell of burning was still lingering in the air.

However, at this moment, Pingyuan City did not have the panic and chaos of yesterday. Under the organization of Lu Zhi, the people participated in the work of defending the city in an orderly manner. The officers and soldiers worked together and were united.

In this offensive and defensive battle, Su Yao didn't even need to take action personally.

The figures in red robes and yellow robes who were constantly supporting the city yesterday were sitting quietly under the city wall today, holding their weapons and closing their eyes and taking a nap to recharge their batteries.

All of this looked at Zhang Chun gritting his teeth outside the city, and the desperate hole in his heart grew bigger and bigger. Weakness, pain.

As the saying goes, as great as the joy was yesterday, the pain will be as deep as today.

He stood on the high ground outside Pingyuan City, looking at the solid city, his eyes flashing with anger, unwillingness, and deep regret.

At this time, he already understood that today's siege was over.

Overnight, Zhang Chun never expected that his powerful army would become like this overnight.

Yesterday, he was still full of confidence, thinking that with the advantage of the troops in his hands, he could capture Pingyuan City in one fell swoop and add another glory to his ambition.

The blazing flames in the city seemed like flowers symbolizing his victory.

Pingyuan City was like a weak virgin, easily accessible to him.

However, reality was like a basin of cold water, severely dousing his arrogance.

The name Su Yao was like a sharp blade, deeply piercing Zhang Chun's heart.

How can there be such a person?

It's simply unreasonable.

Which corner of his body did it pop out from?

Obviously I have never heard of this name before.

But he suddenly appeared here, and then fiercely intervened in the battle, disrupting all Zhang Chun's ambitions and efforts.

Su Yao's series of active performances were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard and waking him up from his sweet dream.

Not only King Qiao, Li Gang, Li Hu, Chu Jian and other loyal and brave leaders and generals sank in front of him and died on the battlefield.

Those carefully built stone chariots were also destroyed in the sea of ​​​​fire and reduced to ashes in that inexplicable night attack, making his hope of attacking the city even slimmer.

In the blink of an eye, the well-trained and orderly army of 200,000 that he had accumulated over the past few years, which was as overwhelming as Mount Tai, was reduced to a group of cowardly wastes where everyone was in danger and fearful.

Looking at the soldiers who were climbing up the ladder in vain and were defeated after just a few battles, Zhang Chun had to swallow this bitter pill and gritted his teeth and issued the order to withdraw his troops.

However, how could Su Yao let him leave so easily?
As the saying goes, it is better to chase the poor bandits with the remaining brave men, but not to be a famous scholar.

At this moment, the thieves are outnumbered and the veterans are tired. It is the perfect time to make a final decision.

If he missed it, it would take a long time.

sunset.

Just when the golden gong sounded in the rebel camp, the sound of withdrawing troops was heard.

On the head of the north gate of Pingyuan, the drums of war drums sounded like thunder.

When the defenders heard the beating of the drums, their spirits suddenly lifted. They knew that this was the signal to launch a counterattack.

The soldiers on the city wall launched an attack even more desperately, and the arrows rained down non-stop.

Lu Zhi stood on the city tower with a firm gaze and waved the flag in his hand. Just as the traitors retreated from the wall, the north gate of Pingyuan City opened.

Dozens of civilians scrambled to push away the burning car at the door. Immediately afterwards, a group of elite armored horsemen filed out to the beat of drums.

Su Yao, who was in the lead, was dressed in white horse, silver armor and red robe, and the bright silver gun in his hand shone with cold light.

Behind him, Cheng Lian, Lu Bu, Xu Huang, Liu Guanzhang and others led the red-robed Chiyun Knights and the yellow-robed Tiger Army, full of murderous intent.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, covering everyone with a golden glow. These more than a thousand knights were like heavenly soldiers and generals, unstoppable.

(End of this chapter)