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Chapter 1006: Meng Zhang mobilizes troops, a mob

As soon as these words were spoken, the tent suddenly became quiet, and several generals in the corner exchanged subtle glances.

Most of their subordinates were some miscellaneous troops that were incorporated along the way since the Yellow Turban Army of Luzhou attacked Qianzhou, as well as the Yellow Turban branch of the Taiping Sect who saw the powerful Yellow Turban Army of Luzhou and came to join them.

"Order: Immediately mobilize the Pengtuo tribe from the west camp of Qiandu, the Bocai tribe from the south camp, and..."

Meng Zhang suddenly chuckled, tapped the location of Qiandu on the map with his knuckles, and looked up at the vast night outside the tent.

"General He Man, the Taiping Dao's hidden man who has been hiding in the Drunken Immortal Tower in Qiandu for the sake of the Yellow Turban Army, should let his 30,000 'Yellow Silk Army' see the light of day."

He paused deliberately and glanced at a corner.

He Man, who was standing in the shadows, shuddered all over, and the wine gourd in his hand clanged. This wealthy businessman, who usually looked drunk, now had beads of sweat on his forehead.

Since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, he has been disguising himself as the owner of various restaurants in Qiandu. Most of the 30,000 followers he has secretly recruited are street thugs. They can bully people on weekdays, but when it comes to fighting...

"Meng Shuai!"

"We are willing to be the vanguard, but... the food and fodder..."

Zhang Niujiao, a general of Bo Cai's army, suddenly stepped out. Although they did not want to be the first to do so, it was obvious that
Meng Zhang, who now commands hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops and can be regarded as the stabilizer of the entire Taiping Sect, is not someone they can disobey.

"Very good. The grain carts for you are already on the official road, and each cart is equipped with hidden sulfur fuses."

"When the Qian army flees, they will surely plunder the baggage, and then we will fire rockets at the same time..."

Meng Zhang clapped his hands and chuckled, his fingertips drawing an arc on the table.

"General Meng is indeed very smart! Team Zi Ming is willing to lead the way for you generals!"

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Qiao Shefei's eyes, and the armor plates made a clanging sound when he clasped his fists.

"No need. I have another important task for General Qiao."

Meng Zhang waved his hand, and the Dongzhu on the Star Sword tassel glowed blue.

He stood up and walked to the map, his black cloak sweeping over the shoulders of the generals.

"The Azure Dragon Army will immediately move eastward to the direction of Hulu Valley to prepare to meet the generals. As for the reinforcements from Qiandu..."

When he turned around, the night wind blew in from outside the tent, and the torch suddenly went out and then rekindled.

"I only want them to do three things: advance with a clamor, rob baggage, and set fire as a signal. The rest..."

The corners of his mouth curled up in a playful arc as he looked at the various yellow turban flags in Qiandu.

Liang Fang finally realized something was wrong and was about to speak when Qiao Shefei secretly grabbed his cloak.

"At dawn tomorrow, I want to see the flag of the Qian army camp hanging on the tips of the spears of the generals."

Meng Zhang lightly threw the jadeite buckle with dragon pattern toward the direction of Qiandu on the map.

That night, smoke rose from the Yellow Turban Army camp, and the aroma of meat mixed with the smell of sulfur wafted thirty miles away. Meng Zhang stood alone on the general's platform, looking at the smoke rising from the west of the city, his fingertips stroking the newly added bullet marks on his waist.

"Meng Shuai is so calculating!"

"We will use 30,000 rabble to give the Azure Dragon Army a rest, and eliminate He Man and other disobedient Taiping Cult spies..."

A black-robed figure walked out of the darkness. It was Yu Ji, who now served as one of the commanders of the Taiping Guard with the support of the Taiping Dao. The bronze mirror in his hand reflected the starry sky.

"And there is also the head of Tan Mengjun."

"Since that Duke Zhenguo wants to gather the remaining troops, I will give him a few baskets of rotten peaches, and wait for the internal strife of the Qian army to subside..."

Meng Zhang suddenly chuckled, and the Star Sword came out of its sheath with a clang, with the tip of the sword pointing to the east.

The night wind blew up the flag, and amid the rustling sound, the light in Meng Zhang's eyes was three times brighter than the stars. "Damn it! Are these scoundrels I brought with me really going to be cannon fodder?"

Dozens of miles away, He Man, who was slowly mobilizing his troops, was grabbing the collar of his trusted captain.

"Don't worry, Commander Qu. This is the 'Brave Powder' that Commander Meng asked the Taiping Guard to equip us with. It is said that after taking it, one can fight tigers and leopards with strength..."

The captain took out a bag of black powder from his bosom, which looked a little ominous.

"Inform all units, be smart when robbing the grain carts! Retreat westward immediately after the robbing!"

He Man looked at the black powder in her hand and the corner of her mouth twitched, but when she saw the black smoke floating from the direction of the west camp in the central city of Qiandu, she suddenly poured all the powder into the wine gourd.

He tilted his head back and took a sip of wine. As his Adam's apple rolled, the gilded signboard of "Taiping Carriage and Horse Travel" on the gourd glowed coldly in the moonlight.

When the morning light first appeared, a thin mist rose over the fields in the western suburbs of Qiandu, and several Yellow Turban troops moved forward like a number of colorful poisonous snakes.

The leading minions of Pengtuo's tribe wore rattan helmets crookedly and held a black flag with the words "Support Huangtian" in it. The flag of Bocai's tribe was drooping due to the night dew, and they carried serrated spears with the words "Zhu Baoqian" in them. The "Yellow Silk Army" of Heman's tribe held gilded gourd flags crookedly, and the whole army was in a slanted state. The smell of alcohol and sulfur wafted over a distance of two miles, and it looked like a formation of drunkards.

"Damn it, this isn't a war, this is just forcing someone to do something!"

He Man grabbed the red tassel on the wine gourd and stared at the vague outline of the Qian army camp in front of her, licking her teeth.

Behind him, several soldiers dressed in ruffian clothes were stuffing "Yongli Powder" into their belts. The powder was scattered all over the ground, and mixed with the morning dew, it produced a strange green smoke.

"The damn armor of the old guys is all rusty!"

"Meng Shuai, are you asking us to die?"

Peng Tuo grabbed the copper buckle on his breastplate and looked at the yellow turban flags fluttering in front of him.

Bo Cai, who was standing beside him, had a gloomy face and said nothing. The skinny horse under his crotch suddenly snorted, which frightened the flag-bearing minion in front of him and almost made him drop his command arrow.

At the same time, on a high slope three miles away from them, Ran Min pulled the reins of the Red Dragon Horse hard, and the wolf head patterns on the black iron armor and the double-edged spear shone coldly in the morning sun.

"Qubing, this bunch of rabble can't even withstand one round of our charge!"

He looked at the scattered formation of the Yellow Turban Army and sneered.

Huo Qubing was wiping his two-meter-long lance with suede. He raised his eyes when he heard the words, and his eyes behind his visor narrowed into thin lines.

"General Ran, don't worry. Let's see how the Black Scale Cavalry under Qu Bing will break through the formation!"

The red tassel on the tip of the spear in his hand suddenly expanded, like a blood cloud spreading across the sky.

"Put the signal!"

On the other side, Si Luoying's clear voice rang out, and the seven Dongzhu hit the Xuanhuang heart-protecting mirror, making a jingling sound.

The Yanyu Corpse Fang dagger in Gongsun Ba's hand cut through the dawn, and three red phoenix mechanical birds took off from the Xuanhuang army formation. Sulfur bombs and kerosene tanks clinked under their bronze wings.

There was a sudden cry of surprise from the Yellow Turban Army. Peng Tuo looked at the giant beast in the air and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Damn it! That's the Mo family's mechanical beast!"

The skinny horse under Bo Cai's crotch stood up, and the rain of arrows from the crossbows of the Xuanhuang Army had already torn through the morning mist.

"The Crescent Moon Formation!"

Ran Min shouted loudly, and the more than 2,000 Yulin cavalrymen behind him were dressed in black and gold armor and marched in unison. Eight hundred lances were pointed obliquely at the sky, casting hideous shadows under the morning sun.

"Ding! Ran Min's skills Wudao and Tianwang are activated!
Ran Min's current basic force is 107, weapons double-edged spear, hook halberd +2, divine horse Zhulong horse +1, skill Wudao effect is activated twice, force +8, Tianwang skill effect is activated once, force +4, Ran Min's current force value rises to 122!"

(End of this chapter)