The Three Kingdoms: My Wife is a Great and Good Teacher

"We originally estimated that the Xianbei army would arrive at noon today, but it has been stopped at Yanshan until now."

If they were ordinary alien races or soldiers, it would be normal to be blocked by a mountain range.

But this is the main force of the Xianbei, with all kinds of powerful soldiers blessed by the "Holy Spirit", and they can even cause the weather to change while marching.

How could such a large army be blocked by the mountains? They must have encountered something, or the Xianbei Chanyu must have stopped on purpose.

This may be good news for Changping City, as it can delay the arrival of the Xianbei army without doing anything.

But it is not a good signal for the overall situation.

Since the Xianbei army stopped, the only possible reason was that they encountered some danger or were hesitating about something.

The former is almost impossible to happen, which means that the Xianbei Hu people may still be hesitating whether to make a gamble that is also extremely important to them.

After thinking for a moment, Guo Jia immediately said, "If we drag on like this, the Xianbei people may send spies or flying soldiers to gather intelligence before coming. Then our advantage of being well prepared will be weakened. Not only that, the danger of being exposed to the lord may be much greater."

"We must take the initiative to let the Xianbei army continue to move forward."

This sentence made Baoer open his mouth: "Ah? Take the initiative to let the Xianbei army move forward?"

Although it sounds like courting death, it can indeed help avoid any further trouble. As long as the Xianbei army is outside the city of Changping and under their noses, Zhang Jiao and others can rest assured.

"Qingjun never told me what to do in this situation before." Zhang Jiao frowned and thought.

Guo Jia was indeed a great man of talent and great wisdom, and he immediately thought of a way.

"I remember that the master is good at poetry. Does the lady have any of his poems at home?"

"Qingjun's poems?" Zhang Jiao looked at Baoer. Baoer usually took care of such matters.

Baoer thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "Although the master occasionally composed a few poems in the plains, they were all improvisations, and he specifically told me not to write them down and spread them. After arriving in Changping, he has no intention of writing poems anymore. He only mentioned it when the giant dragon collapsed that night before."

Guo Jia frowned: "Then don't you have the few capitals that the lord has in Luoyang?"

"From Luoyang... I remember Qingjun said they were all given to the late emperor." Zhang Jiao thought about it and replied.

Just when Guo Jia was looking worried, the little girl beside him suddenly said, "I saw Sister Lv Hong holding a poem, touching it and laughing..."

Everyone was stunned, and then immediately asked her to call Lu Hong over.

When Lu Hong came with the poem, Guo Jia asked her to hand it to him quickly without explaining anything.

"Madam..." Lu Hong didn't know what Guo Jia wanted to do, but when she asked Zhang Jiao, Zhang Jiao actually didn't know either.

Later, after Lv Hong's whispered explanation, Zhang Jiao also realized that what Lv Hong held in her hand was indeed Liu Zhaoqing's authentic work, which she had gotten from her adoptive father Wang Yun and had always carried with her.

According to Wang Yun, although this original is not as good as the one the late emperor got, the late emperor's painting was written by Xun Yu, and its value is far less than the original one written by Liu Zhaoqing.

“Although I only have one gift now, I once also had great righteousness and the gift of being able to draw the energy of heaven and earth.” Guo Jia said as he spread out the silk cloth in his hand.

She looked at Zhang Jiao: "Madam's ability can resonate with the Yellow Turbans, allowing many of them to gain a temporary physical boost."

"Now I would like to trouble Madam to help Jia and recall a little bit of the gift from God."

"Then Yu Jia will inject the power bestowed by heaven into this authentic work of the ages, and it will be able to restore one ten-thousandth of its strange appearance. At that time, the Xianbei Chanyu will be determined to come to Changping as soon as possible to look for the whereabouts of the lord."

As long as the illusion is created that Liu Zhaoqing is using some kind of power, the hesitant or suspicious Chanyu will suspect that Liu Zhaoqing is in the city at this moment, doing something like destroying the five artifact fragments or summoning some powerful weapon.

This would allow the Xianbei Chanyu to march again.

After hearing this, Zhang Jiao nodded immediately, took out the Taiping Sutra from her sleeve, then made a seal with her right hand and pointed it at Guo Jiazhi's back.

On Zhang Jiaobaoer and even on Lu Hong's body, golden threads continued to converge into the Taiping Sutra. This was a force completely different from a heaven-given power, and it was also the reason why Zhang Jiaobaoer was different from ordinary geniuses.

It was this special power that made Guo Jia think of trying this method.

Guo Jia himself was not sure whether it would work, but at present this was the only method that could immediately make the Xianbei people stop hesitating and quickly implement their plans.

Guo Jia held Liu Zhaoqing's original work in his hand, and then he missed the lost gift from heaven. At first he had no reaction, just like spilled water, lost things can never come back.

But as a warm current came from his back, Guo Jia instantly felt that the weakness and powerlessness in his body disappeared a lot.

She seemed to have returned to five years ago and become the relatively healthy self again.

As a hazy golden color began to emanate from her body, Guo Jia sensed something familiar.

She immediately stretched out her hand, and a golden illusory brush condensed in her hand, and then immediately pointed it at the silk cloth in her hand.

For a moment, a circle of golden color spread out on the silk cloth, and the ink characters on it that looked like flying dragons and phoenixes were suddenly covered with a layer of golden color.

Huge waves surged out from the silk cloth and rushed into the sky. A small but extremely conspicuous vision immediately appeared in the sky.

It was a great yellow river surging out from the cracked sky.

At this moment, the solemn army far away in Yanshan also raised their heads.

The leader, who was riding a horse with dark pupils, also looked up at the sky.

"Yellow River……"

He described the strange vision in the distant sky in Xianbei language.

"It's that poem... written by the Marquis of Changping."

Tan Shihuai, the leader of the Xianbei army, the Chanyu of the entire Xianbei Hu people, and the legend of the grassland, was lost in thought at this moment.

Then he nodded slightly to his left and right.

The dark clouds overhead began to move again.

"Moved!"

Baoer shouted from the tower of Changping City.

The next second, Guo Jia's body collapsed to the ground. The little girl hurried to help him, but Guo Jia quickly propped himself up and stood up.

After carefully collecting the silk cloth and returning it to Lu Hong, Guo Jia said to Zhang Jiao, "Next, I will hand it over to Madam."

Zhang Jiao nodded slowly.

Just one hour later.

When the last ray of sunlight sank below the horizon, the area outside Changping City fell into complete darkness.

And this darkness did not come from the night as usual.

It was a large army all riding on black war horses, and it seemed endless when viewed from afar.

They were not like the ordinary grassland barbarians who wore hats, light armor and scimitars. On the contrary, the army was not only extremely disciplined, with every soldier wearing an iron helmet, but also had resolute and cold faces, like ruthless machines.

Among the nearly 50,000 Xianbei troops, there were only more than 10,000 infantrymen, and there was no logistical supply team.

Guo Jia frowned deeply. There were many unusual things about this Xianbei army, or rather... strange things.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the distance.

"The Chanyu has issued an order that as long as the city gates are opened, the sacred artifacts are handed over, and weapons are laid aside and surrendered, all Han people in the city can save their lives and even their property!"

The Chinese voices shouted by the Xianbei people were very loud and could be heard from far away.

After hearing this, Zhang Jiao became even more confused.

"When foreigners attack a city, you promise not to massacre it?"

This is very rare even in the Han area, let alone among the barbaric Hu people.

It's a very simple logic. Let the soldiers fight to the death. If they don't loot the city after entering it, the morale of the army will be greatly shaken. Not to mention that they are two different nationalities. If the other side's manpower is not eliminated, then the other side may make a comeback.

"Not massacring the city may prove that this is not their intention."

"These Xianbei people are different from the previous Hu people. They feel like... death warriors."

Guo Jia looked at the dark army outside the city gate and spoke softly.

"If this is true, and 50,000 'death warriors' who don't need food or drink are heading south, then their goal must be to unify the world."

Chapter 208 Lv Hong Tianci, Seeking the Skin of a Tiger4.5K

"Is the person who is speaking a Han Chinese?" Baoer looked at the person who was shouting outside the city and asked in confusion.

Although there were many beacon fires on the city walls that could illuminate the ground in the dark night, with only a few beams of light shining on him, it was impossible to tell who the swaying figure was.

But whether he is Han or not is no longer important. The danger facing Changping City now is not a few Han traitors, but the 50,000 Xianbei army itself.

Guo Jia and Zhang Jiao both looked at the dark land outside the city with serious faces.

The goal of attracting the Xianbei army was achieved, but now it seems that the Xianbei army is obviously very different from what they expected.

There were no long baggage trains or food supply teams, and not even any Xianbei flying soldiers. This was obviously different from the common sense of an ordinary army.

Guo Jia only felt that this army of 50,000 was very strange, but Zhang Jiao standing beside him could clearly feel that the breath coming from the dark clouds above and below the inky night sky, like waves of heat, was almost the same as the power emitted by the palm print when Liu Zhaoqing was injured.

"These people should all have been blessed by the 'Holy Spirit'." Zhang Jiao said, pressing her left hand on the Taiping Sutra in her right hand, with a serious look in her eyes.

“Although he is a living person, he is full of death.”

Guo Jia nodded slightly, and understood: "Only such an army can give Tan Shihuai the courage to unify the world, and..."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the army that was lined up in neat rows and seemed to have no end. "These soldiers who have been blessed by the Holy Spirit of the Hu people are each equivalent to a Renjie with the character Ren... Even those armored cavalrymen, judging by their majesty, each one of them may have the strength of a Dijie with the character Renjie."

Hearing this, Baoer and Xiaonu both showed great surprise in their eyes.

Lv Hong also opened her mouth slightly, and then said: "I heard from my foster father before that in Luoyang, outstanding people with the word 'Di' can serve as the chief of the imperial guards. In the garrison of the capital, if they are outstanding people with the word 'Di', they can at least be promoted to the rank of lieutenant... There are so many outstanding people with the word 'Di' among these Xianbei people."

"Although they cannot be completely called 'earth-born talents', because they certainly do not have natural gifts and potential." Guo Jia frowned and said,

"But... this looks like there are at least 15,000 elite cavalry. If all of them have the strength of a land-level hero, then the Xianbei Chanyu does have the capital to unify the world."

"No ordinary army or force can contend with such a powerful Xianbei main force. Qingjun should have anticipated this, so he did not plan to defend to the death," said Zhang Jiao.

Guo Jia nodded: "So, we just need to defend Changping City and wait for the lord's triumphant return..."

While Zhang Jiao and others were talking on the city wall, the Han people who were shouting outside the city gate also turned back and came to the Xianbei Chanyu who was in the lead.

The Han man dismounted and saluted respectfully towards Tan Shihuai.

"Reporting to the Chanyu, I have expressed the Chanyu's goodwill to the Han people in Changping City, but no one responded."

Tan Shihuai did not look at the Han man, but looked towards the city wall of Changping City.

Although they were at least a hundred feet away, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to pierce through the darkness and reach Zhang Jiao's eyes on the city wall.

"Pass my military order to attack the city."

After Tan Shihuai said just one sentence in Xianbei language, the generals beside him understood and immediately raised their hands to command their respective troops.

"The Chanyu has given the order! Attack the city!"

There were no ordinary tests, challenges or sieges on the battlefield.

In the eyes of the Xianbei army, Changping City seemed to be just a toy that was within easy reach.

Seeing the army below taking action, Guo Jia immediately ordered the surrounding soldiers to prepare their weapons, and conveyed the order to prepare for battle to the other soldiers on the city wall through the beacon fire on the top of the city wall.

When the dark clouds in the night sky began to move, split into two and surrounded Changping City, the soldiers of Changping City initially had great courage and a strong desire to fight.

But when the Xianbei army ignored the moat and fortifications and rode their horses to crush them, the dark clouds in the sky also came down at an incredible speed.

When the defenders of Changping City discovered that there were illusory cavalry in the dark clouds, they were panicked for a moment.

It was only after hearing the loud shouts from generals such as Zhou Cang that he was able to calm down.

The Xianbei army did not bring ladders or any other siege equipment. It was thought that this was because the barbarians did not yet possess such technology.

But unexpectedly, this is simply because they don't need these things at all.

When the dark clouds descended, not only did they produce illusory soldiers, but they also formed long paths that directly connected the city tower with the city below.

The Xianbei cavalry walked on the long path formed by the dark clouds as if they were walking on flat ground and ran straight towards the city wall.

Guo Jia felt something was wrong when he saw this situation, and Zhang Jiao on the side also had to do something at this time.

Otherwise, at this rate, Changping City would be breached in less than half a minute.

"Bao'er, my little girl, and Lu Hong, come closer to me!"

An extremely strong golden light suddenly emanated from around Zhang Jiao. She raised her hand and pointed it directly towards the sky. Baoer and the little girl also immediately closed their eyes to feel the Taiping Sutra.

When Lu Hong's name was called, she didn't understand at first what Zhang Jiao was going to ask her to do, but when the golden light floated into Lu Hong's body.

Lu Hong suddenly entered a strange state.

Her vision changed, or she could see things she couldn't see before.

Even in the dark night, what she saw was no longer darkness. Not only was the pitch-black army clearly visible, but in the darkness, there were actually patches of vibrant green.