Dawn broke at 5:00 am to 7:00 pm.
Qiao County, West Gate.
Liu Pi and Gong Du led hundreds of Yellow-scarved Strongmen and thousands of elite soldiers to guard the western square and wait quietly.
There were nearly 15,000 ordinary Yellow Turban bandits on and outside the western city gate tower.
According to the agreement, Cao Clan, Liu Clan, Heng Clan, and the other clans and merchants would deliver 100,000 dans of grain and 10,000 taels of gold.
One stone was about 90 catties. An adult would consume about 3 catties of chestnut rice for two meals a day, so 100,000 stones of grain could feed 100,000 people for a month.
If it was 10,000 people, it could last for half a year.
In this day and age, it was difficult for most commoners to even have food to eat, let alone to ensure that they had two full meals a day. If Liu Pi and Gong Du used this grain well, their troops would not have to worry about food for a year.
These 100,000 dans of grain were a huge blow to the Cao Clan and the other clans.
However, if he did not want to end up with his family destroyed, he had to bear this loss.
"He's here!"
Looking at the carriages and donkey carts filled with food slowly approaching, Liu Pi subconsciously tightened his grip on the reins, his eyes burning with passion.
Gong Du and the surrounding soldiers were not doing any better.
When the Yellow Turban was betrayed by Tang Zhou, they had a hasty uprising, and many preparations were not done well. After their defeat, they basically fought, plundered, and ate wherever they went. They often ate one meal but did not have the next meal, and rarely had the opportunity to have a full meal.
Now, with so much food, they finally had the confidence to continue surviving and occupy Runan.
" A hundred thousand dans of food is definitely not the bottom line of these blood-sucking bugs. They can't wait to break through them and snatch all of them!”
Liu Pi's eyes were filled with greed.
When Gong Du heard this, he hurriedly advised,"Can't do it, Marshal!"
"In just two days, more than five thousand of our soldiers have died. Those aristocratic families have abundant reserves of arrows and amazing defensive power.”
"If we really want to fight to the death, both sides will definitely suffer!”
He was afraid that Liu Pi would choose to fight to the death in a moment of rashness, forcing those aristocratic families into a corner. At least half of their soldiers would die.
Haven't you heard of the sad army winning?
"Gong Du, I was just saying!”
Liu Pi really wanted to say that they were just ordinary soldiers who could be replaced after they died. Runan had a large source of soldiers, and they were not Yellow Turban Strongmen trained by great teachers.
However, he was not mentally retarded. He did not say such chilling words in public.
"Hu…" Gong Du heaved a sigh of relief.
Although he was a Yellow Turban, he was different from Liu Pi. He had the commoners in his heart.
If Liu Pi had not saved his life, he would have gone to Qingzhou to find Guan Hai and the others.
"Gululu ~"
Under the watchful eyes of the Yellow Turban elites, more and more grain, gold, and silver piled up on the square inside the western city gate, turning into small hills.
100,000 dans of grain was not a small amount. Even with the carriage pulling them, they still managed to transport a lot of food. It lasted for more than an hour before it was nearing its end.
"Sh * t!"
Right at this moment, a piercing sound suddenly sounded.
Gong Du had already taken people to count the grain seized. In fact, it was to check whether it was real or fake. As long as there was no big problem with the quantity, the Yellow Turban Army did not care about this.
Liu Pi was secretly excited when he saw the money and grain. He even began to fantasize about dominating Runan.
Out of instinct, he turned his head to the south and saw an arrow flying over from afar. It was already not far from him.
The arrow was too fast. Although he noticed it, he could not react.
"Puchi!"
The arrow easily pierced through Liu Pi's throat. His eyes widened in disbelief.
He wanted to speak, but his throat was filled with blood, making him unable to speak.
At the last moment of his life, he looked into the distance and saw a silver-robed man sitting on a horse next to a house about 300 feet away. He was holding a strong bow.
This person could actually shoot him from so far away?
The arrow was shot from such a distance, and the arrow was so fast and powerful?
Illusion?
Liu Pi's vision was completely engulfed by darkness. His body relaxed and he fell from his horse.
"Plop!"
This scene attracted the attention of countless people.
Gong Du turned around when he heard the commotion and happened to see this scene. He saw Liu Pi die with his eyes wide open, an arrow in his throat falling off his ass.
His mind went blank.
He couldn't understand why Liu Pi was dead.
Died from being shot in the back?
Gong Du turned his head in a daze and saw a silver-armored youth riding a silver horse.
"I haven't practiced archery for nothing during this period of time. My luck is pretty good!”
The corners of Zhang Mu's mouth curled up as he put down the longbow in his hand.
Ever since he came to the end of the Han Dynasty, he had been practicing his sword and archery. After obtaining the strength of a ferocious tiger, he was able to defeat ten enemies with one force. His archery skills had also improved a lot.
He deliberately chose a time when everyone's attention was on money and food to attack, so as to catch them off guard.
He had succeeded.
"Kill them!"
Zhang Mu pulled out the sword at his waist and pointed forward.
"Kill them!"
Xu Chu and Xu Ding's voices were heard.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Shouts of killing rang out as countless soldiers in armor and holding sabers rushed out from the surrounding houses or from behind, charging towards the city gate.
"Hiss!"
At this moment, Gong Du finally reacted and hurriedly shouted,"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Children, prepare to kill the enemy."
Gong Du panicked.
He had clearly arranged for a large group of people to monitor the movements of the aristocratic families in the north of the city.
He had also sent the scout to monitor the people in the east of the city.
He also sent people to guard the four city gates.
There were tens of thousands of soldiers outside the western gate.
Where did these armored soldiers come from?
Could it be that a heavenly soldier had descended to the mortal world?
"Kill them!"
In the Yellow Turban camp, Chen Dao was sitting on a horse. His brain had also short-circuited for a moment because of Liu Pi's death.
The commander-in-chief of an army was gone just like that.
Should he be happy? Should he be happy?
However, before he could be happy, he saw a half-naked man holding two halberds charging towards him.
Chen Dao:
He was not a Yellow Turban!
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