The people are suffering.
Wang Xiong carried the Red Cliff camp forward.
This was a path of no return. He had never had a choice.
In the next moment.
Da Qiao fell silent.
Xiao Qiao didn't know why, but she felt pity for him as she looked at his lonely back.
On the second day.
When the sun is in the sky.
The Red Cliff Army sent a letter to Wang Hu to enter the Yangtze River.
A Mengchong Ship crashed into the Dreamy Cloud Swampland.
In the middle of the Nine Winding Lands, the copper bell rang. A ship waving the flag of the Jinfan Bandits stopped Mengchong in the reeds.
"Who is it?"
The thief pulled his bow and shot an arrow as he questioned loudly.
"Mount Tianyue."
"Red Cliff Army messenger!"
Wang Hu was not afraid of the bow and arrow, his expression was extremely calm.
"Red Cliff Army?"
The thief was puzzled.
As a pirate occupying the Dreamy Cloud Swampland.
They naturally had a lot of contact with Mount Tianyue, but they had never heard of the Red Cliff Army.
"Not bad."
Wang Hu stood at the bow of the ship and said resolutely,"I've been ordered by my lord to meet Jin Fan and Gan Ning. You can't make the decision!”
"Let's go."
The Brocade Sail Thief's pupils constricted.
Not too long later.
Mengchong stopped at a lake.
In the center of the lake, four to five boats were connected by brocade, forming the encampment of the Brocade Sail Thieves.
"General."
The thief knelt on one knee at the bow of the ship and said respectfully,""A Mengchong came, claiming to be a messenger from the Red Cliff Army of the Heavenly Peak Mountain.”
"Tian Yue Mountain?"
Gan Ning sat alone on the bow, fishing.
Behind him, more than ten attendants stood in formation to protect him.
"Yes."
The Brocade Sail Thief said respectfully.
"Shen Mi, if I remember correctly, Mount Tianyue is where the Yellow Turban Marshal Wang Meng is stationed. When did he change his name?" Gan Ning asked with a frown.”
"Not bad."
One of the generals nodded.
"General Gan."
" There has never been a Yellow Turban Army on Tianyue Mountain," Wang Hu said calmly." My lord heard that the general is assisting in managing the Great Lake of Baili, so he agreed to fight here on the seventh of July."”
"Oh?"
Gan Ning's eyes narrowed.
Wang Hu continued," My lord said that the defeated will enter his camp. I believe General Gan, who commands 800 brocade sails, will not be afraid of battle!"”
"Bastard!"
"You dare to spout nonsense here?"
"Aren't you afraid that I'll slaughter you and feed you to the fish?”
Instantly, the Brocade Sail Bandits on the surrounding ships were furious.
From Ba County to the Jing State, even in the Dreamy Cloud Swampland, no one had ever dared to say the word 'fear' in front of Gan Ning.
"Heh."
Wang Hu smiled sinisterly.
He directly ignored the angry roars of these Brocade Sail Bandits.
"Who will lead the Red Cliff Army?" Gan Ning asked.”
"Wang Xiong."
"Wang Zhengnan."
Wang Hu's eyes were filled with passion and pride.
"Sure."
"If I lose the battle on the seventh day of the seventh month, I'll join the Red Cliff Army, but if you lose, you'll become food for the fishes in the Great Swamp."”
"Red Cliff will win."
Wang Hu sneered and set sail.
"General."
"Too arrogant."
Shen Mi said in shock and anger.
Gan Ning waved his hand."Wang Meng was shot dead by Jiangxia's patrolling general, Chen Ju, on the river. I believe Wang Zhengnan is his son. There are nearly ten thousand people on Mount Tianyue, so others have the right to be arrogant. If you want to regain your dignity, you'll have to win seven victories by the beginning of July."”
"Here."
The Brocade Sail Bandits shouted angrily.
"General."
"We were already prepared to go to Jiangxia. If we can carry Wang Zhengnan's head, we will definitely be treated well by the Huang Ancestor," Shen Mi teased.”
"Perhaps."
Gan Ning gazed at the distant Tianyue Mountain.
The Yellow Turban is gone.
The Red Cliff Army stood on the mountain.
The defeated entered his camp, obviously wanting to recruit these brocade sail bandits.
This battle appointment made him extremely puzzled, and he also had a trace of curiosity towards Wang Xiong.
July.
It came unexpectedly.
Dreamy Cloud Swampland, Heavenly Mountain was bustling with activity.
Both sides prepared for battle and gathered their elites.
Mount Tianyue.
Red Cliff camp, meeting hall.
Liao Hua and the other three, including Qiao Rui, were summoned.
"My lord."
"Young Master Wang."
The five of them bowed one after another.
"Yes."
Wang Xiong held the charcoal pencil he had made and leaned against a huge table.
"This is?"
Liao Hua stared at him." My lord, this is a map of the entire Han Dynasty. How can it be so detailed? Even the counties are clearly visible?"”
"Not bad."
Wang Xiong threw down the charcoal pen, his eyes full of smiles.
He had exchanged for this map from the Empire's Battle Market. He had spent more than 5,000 Reputation Points, and it was the only item he could exchange for in the market.
"Hiss."
Everyone gasped.
The Great Han Thirteen Prefectures were extremely vast.
But now, there was actually such a detailed map placed in front of them. It was like a divine item.
"Hai Hun?"
Huang Qi said in surprise as he looked at the area circled by the charcoal pencil.
"Yes."
Wang Xiong rubbed his chin and said lightly,"Mount Tianyue spans across two states and three counties. Tongshan, Shaxian, and other cities are easy to occupy, but they are also easy to be attacked by Huang Zu and Jing State Lieutenant General Huang Zhong. Therefore, we should attack Yuzhang first.”
"This…!"
Everyone was silent for a moment.
They had never thought that they would be able to take down a county and fight against the imperial court's army.
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