Liao Hua was ambushed by Meng Lin and the others. By the time he fled back to the camp of Mount Beiyang with his defeated soldiers, the sky had already turned gray. They had been fighting for an entire night.
Seeing the empty North Camp, Liao Hua wanted to cry. There were 30,000 elite soldiers, but only 3,000 were left after one battle. Who had offended who? It was too depressing.
"Come, follow me to the West Camp." "We still have 50,000 men. I'm not afraid of Meng Lin's treachery. All of you, keep your spirits up!" Liao Hua roared.”
Liao Hua led his men straight to the West Camp. When the Yellow Turban thief at the camp gate discovered that it was him, he hurriedly went in to report. Then, a middle-aged scholar hurriedly came out to welcome him.
"Liao Qushuai? What's wrong with you guys?" The middle-aged scholar asked in surprise.
Liao Hua was so ashamed that his face turned red. He said gloomily,""Mr. Tang Zhou, last night when the dog bandits attacked the camp, I led my men to chase after them. In the end, the 30,000 men from the North Camp were ambushed, and only a few thousand of us returned.”
"Mister, you don't have to say anymore. This time, it's my fault. I will report to Zhang Shuai and ask for forgiveness.”"The most important thing now is, how should we resist?" Liao Hua said with a face full of shame. Although we still have 50,000 men, we still don't know how many soldiers Meng Lin has.”
"Not good!" Tang Zhou's expression changed drastically.
He said in a panic," The bandits will definitely not only use this move. They will definitely take the opportunity to chase after us. We must not lose the North Camp. Please lead 10,000 troops to guard it."”
"Good!" Liao Hua agreed.
Although Tang Zhou's strength was not good, his planning ability was still very good. At least Liao Hua had gained a lot of benefits with his help, so he respected this counselor. He was ready to take people to the North Camp.
However, a burst of fire suddenly appeared in the North Camp. In the fire, a dense army entered and occupied it.
"Not good! Meng Lin has already occupied the empty North Camp, and we have lost the initiative.”Tang Zhou's expression changed drastically.
Liao Hua immediately became anxious. He said angrily," Men, kill them while they are still unstable. I don't believe that my 50,000 men can't kill them."”
"Can't do it, Canal Marshal." Tang Zhou said bitterly," I personally designed this North Camp. It's easy to defend and difficult to attack. By the time you take down 50,000 troops, we'll have almost exhausted them. We can only defend the east and west camps.”
Liao Hua roared angrily, but in the end, he had no choice but to retreat to the camp.
In the North Camp, Meng Lin squinted his eyes and looked in Liao Hua's direction. The North Camp was at most 400 meters away from the east and west camps. The morning light was still very bright. Meng Lin could clearly see Tang Zhou beside Liao Hua.
Guo Chuan said respectfully from behind,""My lord, that man is Tang Zhou, Liao Hua's strategist. He can be considered an old man among the Yellow Turban bandits.”
"Tang Zhou?" Meng Lin was stunned for a moment before he smiled.
The Yellow Turban bandits were really full of talents. This Tang Zhou was a senior member of the Yellow Turban bandits in history. The Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out in advance because of his secret. Otherwise, the Yellow Turban bandits would have successfully overthrown the Han Dynasty. Meng Lin had thought that he was just an insignificant figure, but he didn't expect him to have some talent.
Although he definitely couldn't compare to a top-notch strategist like Cheng Yu, he was definitely more than enough to be considered a second-rate strategist. What Meng Lin lacked the most now was talent, so he smiled and said,""Guo Chuan, when the war starts, have your men abduct Tang Zhou. I have a use for him.”
"My lord, the North Camp's supplies have been calculated. There are 150,000 dan of rations. It seems that these guys want to fight a protracted war with us.”Dian Wei walked over while laughing.
"Yes, sir!" Dian Wei roared excitedly.
Soon, a fragrant smell wafted out from the Northern Camp. The soldiers began to cheer and cook. Meng Lin smiled as he walked to the back of the Northern Camp. The 50 ballistae had already been built, and Chen Dao was testing them.
"1000 steps." Meng Lin muttered and smiled in satisfaction.
1000 steps was 500 meters. These ballistae were too awesome. Once they were lit up, the eastern and western camps would become a sea of hellfire. Meng Lin was looking forward to it.
When they saw Meng Lin, everyone shouted in unison,""Lord, please give the order to attack."
"Chen Dao, begin!" Meng Lin said coldly.
"Yes, sir!" Chen Dao bellowed,"Bolt the ballistae, fire, fire!"”
Under the watchful eyes of the ten thousand soldiers, the fifty ballistae began to draw their bows, and the spears were tied to cloth strips and doused with kerosene before being ignited.
However, things weren't fun for the east and west camps. They were directly engulfed in a sea of fire. Large amounts of fire arrows descended from the sky, and everyone was in a mess.
"The tent is also on fire, come out quickly.”
All the Yellow Turban thieves were in a mess like ants on a hot pan, running around everywhere. Tang Zhou and Liao Hua were dumbfounded.
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