The world's disputes were like flowing water for a while, and all heroes rose up, and heroes were like crucians crossing the river. The sound of swords and swords resounded above the Han family, which had been stable for a hundred years. The forces of the world's long-sleeping army were like giant dragons, carrying ambition and righteousness to march towards Jizhou. At that time, stars changed positions, and the long rainbow appeared in Yutang and the banks of Wuquan Mountain, all of which were broken. All the ominous evidence pointed to the same conclusion.

Troubled times are coming!

Xilulu~

Amid the neighing of the horse, the black horse, which was much taller than the ordinary war horse, suddenly stopped its running body under the control of the knight on its back, and kept sniffing, its front hooves uneasily digging on the ground, a pale palm gently soothing the mount under its crotch. The young rider exhaled a breath of turbid air, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the yellow long flag still flying above the city in the distance and gave a breath slightly. He gently patted the war horse with his right hand. The tall horse seemed to be as happy as human nature. The horse's neighing sound almost turned into a black wind and rushed forward. A trace of sweat was wetting the black body with the ups and downs of his muscles, as if there were thunder flowing on it.

Behind the knight, nearly a hundred strong warriors rushed to follow him in great strides. Each of them wore simple iron armor to protect several vital points. The muscles all over their bodies were bulging, almost exceeding the limits that humans should have. On the exaggerated muscles, there seemed to be light yellow seal characters light up light up every time they exerted force. They were walking, but they were not slower than the average speed of the galloping horse. But looking at the face of their faces, it was obvious that this speed was not a pressure on them at all.

At the tall city gate, there was already a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of expression. He looked like a rural farmer, but the evil aura that lingers on him as if he was actually unwilling to dissipate was impossible to ignore his existence. He was like a dormant snake, which might suddenly hurt people at any time. After seeing the knight's figure appear, he raised his eyes slightly, calmly tidy and solemn clothes on his body, and saluted slightly to the knight who was still a distance, and shouted in a low voice.

"The last general Bocai, here is here to wait for the general!"

A low voice came out clearly. Before the words could be finished, the young knight sitting on the horse's back reached out and slapped the horse's back. His tall body rose straight from the horse's back like a big bird flapping its wings into the air. After a slight pause, he slowly landed before the middle-aged general named Bocai, with a smile in his dark eyes and slightly clasped his fists to the former.

"Chen Fei, come and help the general with a hundred yellow turban soldiers!" Behind him, the strong man with a yellow turban covering his forehead was already standing silently behind Chen Fei, with no emotional fluctuations on his face like a stone sculpture. The quiet and long breathing sounds gathered into a group. Suddenly, there seemed to be an invisible giant beast standing here. The power fluctuation of almost no difference made the middle-aged general's eyes shrink slightly, and then he returned to his original state, stretched out his hand and led it back, and said softly to it.

"General Chen Fei, please go to the city to discuss in detail!"

"please..."

In February of the first year of Zhongping, General He Jin submitted an edict to the emperor, sending the General Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun to lead more than 40,000 elite Han Dynasty troops to Yingchuan, encircling and suppressing the main force of the Yellow Turbans that occupied Yingchuan and approached the imperial capital... (Science: At that time, Luoyang and Yingchuan were very close, while Nanyang was in Jingzhou in the southern part of Luoyang. Needless to say, Jizhou, went north, compared to the Yellow Turbans in Yingchuan, making the Han Dynasty uneasy, as if they were stuck in their throats.)

Yingchuan, the former guards' barracks, and Bocai's residence.

"That is, the Han army has arrived at an camp, which is only about twenty miles away, right?" Looking at the topographic map near Yingchuan in front of him, his eyes were looking at the complicated lines, and his head was a little swelling. His pale fingers subconsciously pressed and rubbed his eyebrows. Chen Fei frowned and asked, "Then General Bocai, has the scout found his specific location? Can you tell Yu Fei?"

"I sent several scouts to investigate. The Han army camped on a ridge of more than ten miles from here." Hearing Chen Fei's question, the middle-aged general who was standing beside him approached the wooden table with the topographic map of Yingchuan, pointed his fingers on one of the above and said slowly to Chen Fei: "That's right here, I personally looked at it from a distance yesterday. His army was fierce and rigorous. Judging from its appearance, it was a rare elite army. It was also a high and dangerous terrain, which was difficult to attack at night. If he surrounded him, tens of thousands of elite soldiers would take advantage of the momentum and we would not escape the defeat!" As he said that, a hint of bitterness appeared on his vicissitudes of face. He shook his head and sighed: "This time, it is difficult!"

The bitter voice was filled with a faint frustration, which made Chen Fei's brow frown fiercely - the terrain was high and dangerous, easy to defend but difficult to attack, but the only siege technique was like a way to die, which was a dignified and open plot. Even though Chen Fei had never learned any military theories of military formations, he could still see the wonderful layout and the insolvable defense. He turned his head slightly to look at Bo Cai with a wry smile, and the young man couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

...After all, I was just a civilian, and although I had no shortage of blood and courage in my heart, in terms of strategy, it was completely different from the young generals trained by the Han Dynasty...

After breathing out a heavy breath of turbid air, Chen Fei shook his head, turned around and said slowly to the middle-aged general beside him: "General Bocai... Fei wants to go to see where the Han army camps first, I wonder if it is possible?"

"General, please go, I want to think about military strategies here, I will not be able to accompany you..."

He held his fists and bowed to Bo Cai slightly, and Chen Fei turned around and came out of the room with a very depressing atmosphere. Among the spacious house, only the middle-aged general Bo Cai, who was frowning and thinking hard. After a long time, a bitter sigh sounded faintly.

"But yes, what should I do..."

In February, Yingchuan was still full of coldness. After coming out of the house, Chen Fei took a deep breath, and the cold air penetrated his lungs. The confused and drowsy thoughts in his mind woke up immediately, but the imminent question was still like a big rock in his heart, making his face a little gloomy and solemn.

While thinking about the strategy of breaking the enemy in his heart, Chen Fei also followed the route he remembered toward the city gate, but he obviously underestimated his level of roadblock. When he came to his senses, he looked at the almost completely unfamiliar street in front of him, with a confused look on his face.

...Where is this? ...

After a moment of froze, Chen Fei shook his head with a wry smile, walked towards a house beside him, knocked on the door gently to ask about the way, and with a creaking sound, the dilapidated wooden door cracked a small crack, and a small head stretched out, looking at the person outside the door in confusion. When he saw the yellow headscarf on the young man's forehead, the doubts on his face were gone, and he happily opened the door for Chen Fei.

"Dad, the Yellow Turban soldiers of the great wise mentor..."

In a crisp sound, a man came out from the back of the room, with dark stains stuck on his face, and rubbed his hands crampedly at Chen Fei, who was obviously not an ordinary soldier, and asked, "General, you are..." But Chen Fei just stared at the spots on his body. The familiar smell deep in his memory made his brows slightly frown, and he slowly asked, "Dare you ask this big brother, what is this..."

"Ahhh...this is stone paint. It is used by us poor families to make fires. Although the taste is a bit big, it is very cheap, so most people in the city are useful..."

With the man's cramped explanation, Chen Fei stepped into the room, his pale fingers inserted into the so-called "stone paint". In the sticky touch, Chen Fei's fingers were dyed with a strange color, and he reached under his nose and sniffed it gently. The familiar and pungent smell made him narrow his eyes slightly and murmured gently.

"This is... oil..."

A ridiculous idea appeared in Chen Fei's mind, causing his eyes to narrow slightly, and the dangerous light flashed in his dark pupils.

...If so, then maybe...

(The earliest record of oil is related to the Zhou Dynasty: there is fire in the marsh, and the upper fire is fire and the lower water is recorded in the Han Dynasty, and it is known as stone paint or water.)
Chapter completed!