The largest Yellow Turban rebellion in Nanyang County was in Wancheng. It was reported that the Nanyang Canal Marshal, Zhang Mancheng, who called himself the " Personal Envoy," led a hundred thousand troops to defend the city.
On the other side, the official army led by Nanyang Prefecture Governor Qin Jie was less than 10,000 people. However, unlike Changshe, this time it was the official army who attacked the city, while the Yellow Turban Army, which had more people, became the defending party.
This was actually related to the Battle of Changshe. Zhang Mancheng's goal was to wait for the siege of Changshe to end and then surround Nanyang with Zhang Jiao's army.
In order to prevent Nanyang, the gateway to Jingzhou, from falling, the imperial court could only force Qin Jie to conquer Wan City.
Fortunately, the Yellow Turban Army led by Zhang Mancheng was not very strong, and they were not very good at defensive battles. Therefore, after several battles, there were victories and defeats.
On Lin Chuan's side, it was slow when they went to Nanyang. Even the cavalry could only travel dozens of miles a day.
"My lord, military counselor, we can clearly travel two hundred miles a day with our valiant cavalry and strong horses. Why is our march so slow? Is my lord worried that the White Robe Army has not recovered from the Battle of Changshe?”
After Pei Yuanqing witnessed Jia Xu's prowess, he also began to become studious. When he encountered something he did not understand, he would humbly ask for advice.
In the Battle of Changshe, he and Zhao Yun had killed no less than 30,000 enemies. The losses of the White Robe Army were not small either. There were a total of 1,000 people. Currently, there were only 4,000 White Robe Army soldiers left in the army, and some of them were injured.
"General Pei, the siege has already begun.”
Old Poison Jia Xu said in a mysterious manner, while Lin Chuan smiled without saying anything.
"Advisor Jun, I'm a boor. I don't understand your tricks.”
Pei Yuanqing was a little unhappy. If he didn't ask for advice, Zhao Yun would mock him again. Now that he humbly asked for advice, the old poisonous creature kept him in suspense again.
"Hahaha…the art of war says that the best strategy is to attack strategy, the second is to attack friendship, the second is to attack soldiers, and the last is to attack cities. The most powerful siege weapon wasn't the scaling ladder or the thunder chariot, but the psychological attack technique.”
"Mental Attack Technique? Advisor, tell us about it. I want to know too.”
Zhao Yun also wanted to understand what Jia Xu was up to.
"The three Yellow Turban thieves have been killed in the capital by our lord, and the 100,000 Yellow Turban soldiers have been wiped out. This news will soon reach Wancheng. At that time, the Yellow Turban soldiers will definitely be in chaos, and they will even run away every day.
In addition, the lord was heading toward Nanyang with great fanfare. Wouldn't the Yellow Turban Army in Wan City be scared out of their wits? We'll travel slowly. By the time we arrive, there won't be many soldiers left in Wan City.”
After listening to Jia Xu's analysis, Zhao Yun and Pei Yuanqing suddenly realized that he was indeed an old fox. His ability to calculate people's hearts was really first-class.
Lin Chuan knew that Jia Xu was actually worried. Currently, he only had 4,000 White Robed Cavalry under his command. It was impossible for the Steel Cavalry to be used to attack the city, so it was useless even if he went early. That was why he deliberately delayed.
Of course, what he didn't know was that Lin Chuan was a man with a system. Now that there were more than 5,000 military fragments, as long as he was willing, he could instantly synthesize thousands of death warriors.
How could the Yellow Turban Army, a mere first-rank regiment, resist the attack of the death warriors?
Three days later, Lin Chuan finally arrived at Nanyang County. After learning that he was coming, County Governor Qin Jie personally led his men to welcome him at the city gate.
Qin Jie had also heard of Lin Chuan's name. When he learned that he was coming, he was so happy that he couldn't sleep the whole night. He thought that the crisis in Wan City could be resolved now.
"Nanyang County Chief Qin Jie is waiting for you, General Lin.”
"How dare I trouble Governor Qin to personally welcome me?”
Lin Chuan greeted politely.
Qin Jie was completely relieved to see Lin Chuan being so easy-going. He was worried that Lin Chuan was the kind of person who would achieve success overnight and speak incoherently. Obviously, he was measuring a gentleman's belly with a villain's heart.
"Let's go. The residence has already prepared a welcoming banquet for General Lin.”
Lin Chuan and Qin Jie sat at the same table in the prefect's manor. As for Pei Yuanqing, Zhao Yun, and the others, they settled down in the military camp. This was considered contact between people of the same class. It was not convenient for Lin Chuan to bring them along.
At the banquet, Qin Jie told Lin Chuan about the military reports of the past few days. It was roughly as Jia Xu had estimated. After the news of Zhang Jiao's death reached Wancheng, at least 20,000 to 30,000 Yellow Turban soldiers had fled in the past few days, and the number was still increasing.
"General Lin, I think we can continue waiting. The Imperial Court didn't order us to break into the city. It would be best if we could use your reputation to make Zhang Mancheng's army collapse without fighting.”
Qin Jie was very sincere, and this plan was actually a good choice for Lin Chuan. If he spread the name of the bandit general to scare away 100,000 troops, wouldn't that be awesome?
"Governor Qin is indeed proficient in the art of war.”
Lin Chuan took a sip of wine and smiled in response.
"Alright, General Lin is straightforward. I, Qin Jie, will not hesitate either. I will send people to keep an eye on Wan City day and night. If there is any emergency, I will inform General Lin immediately.”
Qin Jie was trying to express that he would never take the credit for himself. In fact, Lin Chuan wasn't worried about this. Even if he didn't give the order, Zhao Yun would have arranged the white-robed soldiers to patrol around Nanyang. No matter who entered or left Nanyang, they wouldn't be able to hide from him.
Just as the two of them were drinking happily, a guard hurriedly ran in and said grandly,
"Not good, General Lin. Your general is fighting with someone on the street.”
White Robe Army? That's impossible. The white-robed army is stationed outside the city. Yuan Qing and Zilong? It was even more impossible. How could anyone in this small Nanyang County be their match?
"Which general are you talking about?"
"It's that youth with the sledgehammer.”
If it was really Yuan Qing, then it would be troublesome. This kid didn't know how to handle things. He had just arrived in Nanyang, and his subordinates had already killed people on the streets. This would be a bad reputation.
"Is that person dead?"
Lin Chuan asked worriedly.
"No…no, and they were fighting to the death, so this subordinate came to report.”
Indistinguishable? This piqued Lin Chuan's interest. Who was Pei Yuanqing? He was the peak existence among the peerless fierce generals. In terms of strength, he was close to the unparalleled divine general, and there was still someone who could fight him to a standstill.
"Let's go, quickly bring me to take a look!"
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