Three Kingdoms: I am not Liu Bian

Chapter 55 I want to camp in a place with dense trees!
In the Yellow Turban camp, all the leaders, big and small, gathered together. Almost everyone was injured and looked dejected. Even Bo Cai, the leader of the big forces, looked gloomy and depressed.

Before this, they had successfully defeated countless Han troops, and Runan Prefect Zhao Qian was also easily defeated by them. However, who could have expected that there would be such a powerful cavalry among the Han army.

"General Bo, there are less than 3,000 of us left. How can we fight the enemy in this situation?"

Liu Pi had a face full of scruffy beard, and at this moment his head was drooping like an eggplant hit by frost. His right arm was wrapped with a cloth strip and hung above his neck. There were still blood stains on his body that had not yet been washed off. As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly.

He originally relied on his bravery and strength, but he never expected to encounter a Han army general at night. The general seemed to be a god descending from heaven. He waved his long spear and knocked him off his horse, causing his arm to break and faint.

He didn't even know the other person's name. He only knew that the cavalry led by that person had a big flag with "Yu Lin Zuo Qi Cao" written on it.

Peng Tuo, who was as strong as a black bear, hung his head, his hands trembling slightly. Even now, he was still frightened. He said, "You are lucky. My troops are less than 2,000, and all the baggage in the camp has been burned. The Han cavalry is really too fierce."

Having said this, Peng Tuo subconsciously touched his head, as if the fatal arrow was still in front of him.

Last night he encountered a Han general who was good at riding and shooting. The Han general could shoot arrows accurately while on horseback. If he had not escaped quickly, he would have been killed by the enemy's arrows.

The rest of the people also sighed and discussed the damage to their respective troops, complaining to each other that the casualties in each unit were more than 50%, and the food and grass were almost burned out.

Bo Cai's face was gloomy. His 60,000 troops were stationed in two camps. The one he personally guarded did not suffer any losses, but the other camp lost nearly half of its troops.

"We can't stay here any longer. The Han cavalry can move freely across the plains. If they launch another night attack, our brothers' remaining resources will be completely destroyed." Huang Shao looked around at everyone, and seeing their hesitation, he continued, "Do we have to continue to hold out here and wait for the Han army to wipe us out in one fell swoop?"

Everyone was silent, and it was obvious that Huang Shao's words were recognized by the majority.

There are only more than 60,000 of them left now, and almost half of them were lost overnight.

Only more than 10,000 people were killed by the Han army. Many of them died miserably, being killed by friendly forces during nighttime camp calls or being trampled to death by each other.

There are probably many more who fled after the collapse and did not return to the camp.

It is human nature to seek benefits and avoid harm, but gathering the defeated soldiers after a defeat has always been a difficult task.

To gather the defeated soldiers, either use household registration as a constraint or food as a constraint.

The former relied on the local government to prosecute deserters, while the latter was a powerful tool to rally military morale.

But right now, the Yellow Turban Army does not have either of the two conditions. Seeing that their army of more than 100,000 was being easily defeated by a few thousand Han cavalrymen, and the food and supplies in several camps were burned to ashes, how many defeated soldiers would be willing to go back?

Even if they returned, it was still unknown whether they would be punished for desertion. The army was short of food, and if they were unlucky, they would become food for others if they returned.

Even if none of these situations occur, seeing that the Han army is so powerful, are we going back now to be buried with that damn Huang Tian God?
At this thought, a nameless rage rose in the hearts of the people. They had been plundering the various counties with such great pleasure, but they were summoned to Yingchuan County by Bo Cai, and ended up like this. If Bo Cai didn't have more than 40,000 men under his command, they would have already brought an army to call him to account.

Bo Cai also noticed the unfriendly looks from others. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth secretly.

He must not let these small generals evacuate in all directions, otherwise he would be completely finished.

Since the Han army has such powerful combat capability, they will definitely target that force when suppressing the bandits, and with more than 40,000 men, he naturally became the primary target in the eyes of the Han army.

Therefore, he had to tie these small generals to his chariots and station them in one place. Only in this way could he have the capital to compete with the Han army.

"I know you've suffered heavy losses and are all thinking of splitting up. But together, we still have over 60,000 brothers. Even if the Han army wanted to wipe us out, they would have to be wary." Bo Cai slowly stood up, scanning the crowd in the tent. He raised his head with his hands behind his back and said, "If we split up, each of you would only have a few thousand men left. Not to mention facing the main force of the Han army, even the local prefects could easily wipe you out and bring your heads to the Crown Prince to claim a reward."

Everyone in the tent was silent. It was obvious that Bo Cai's words hit the nail on the head.

"If you still have any nerve, then fight me again." Seeing that the crowd had stopped clamoring to disband, Bo Cai smiled slightly, a hint of complacency on his face. He strode to the entrance of the tent and pointed to a nearby forest. "See that forest? I want to camp in a dense forest. Even if the Han cavalry is brave, do they dare to charge directly into the forest?"

"We can't defeat the cavalry, and we're certainly no match for the Han army in a head-on battle. But once we're in the woods, the cavalry can't charge, and the infantry can't form a formation. The Han army's advantage is gone. Is there no hope for us to win?"

"If we win this battle and capture the Crown Prince, the Han court will inevitably be in turmoil. In the future, all of you present here will be the most respected people by the Great Sage Master. Why worry about not having wealth and honor?"

When everyone heard this, hope ignited in their eyes.

"Coach Bo is indeed a talented person, and the great and wise teacher has a good vision!" Peng Tuo stood up excitedly, clasped his hands together, and said with admiration on his face, sweeping away the decadence just now, and his face was filled with excitement.

"That's right, that's right! If we were to meet the Han army in the woods, wouldn't we be afraid of them?" Liu Pi slammed the table, stood up, and shouted, "That's right! Back then, I, Liu Pi, defeated the governor's soldiers in the woods and mountains, making them cry for their parents. That's why I was able to live happily there for two or three years."

Liu Pi looked at the others, his beard trembling: "Listen to Master Bo, let's do it!"

Seeing that these people were finally persuaded by him, Bo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the moment he turned around, the corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc.

If he wins, there is no need to talk about his wealth and glory.

If he loses the fight, haha, the heads of these idiots will become his capital to surrender to the prince.

Maybe he could even get a small official position in exchange for the heads of these idiots.

(End of this chapter)