System Blessing: The Young Master of the Dong Family and Diao Chan's Fate

Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan lightly and gave a reminder.

Population is the most valuable resource in war.

People are the most basic renewable resources. With people, there are fields. With fields and people, there is a steady supply of food, troops and equipment.

"What enemy?"

"The Dong bandits are brutal and cruel. Liu was worried they would harm the people, so he had to relocate with them."

Liu Bei's face changed and he reminded him immediately.

"..."

Zhuge Liang opened his mouth and found that he had no way to refute it.

He has to be a member of Lao Liu's family, he is so shameless.

Soon, Guan, Zhang and others were called over.

When they learned that they had to evacuate Wancheng and that this decision was proposed by Zhuge Liang, everyone was furious.

"withdraw?"

"Why retreat?"

"We have finally been able to develop Nanyang."

"After years of hard work and just when things are starting to get better, we're going to withdraw from Nanyang and hand it over to someone else?"

"Isn't this just helping the thief Dong?"

Zhang Fei squinted one eye slightly and shouted with the other eye wide open.

"Hey, Third Brother, you can open your eyes now."

Guan Yu reminded with some surprise.

"Bean seller, is this the time to talk about this?"

"He, Zhuge Liang, or Crouching Dragon, didn't win a single battle after coming here, and instead asked us to abandon Nanyang and become cowards?"

"I'm telling you, I'm not leaving. Whoever wants to leave can go."

Zhang Fei pushed Guan Yu in annoyance and said angrily.

Over the past two years, they have restored some vitality to Nanyang, which had been somewhat desolate due to Cai Mao's turmoil.

Before we even get to harvest the fruits, we have to throw them away?

He Zhang Fei couldn't stand it!

"OK."

"Why not have General Zhang lead his troops in Nanyang to resist the tens of thousands of cavalrymen under the command of the traitor Dong and his son?"

Zhuge Liang said with a cold face.

"I..."

Zhang Fei's face changed.

"Alright, Third Brother, even though we are leaving, we must take the people here with us as well. We must not leave them to the thief Dong."

Liu Bei patted Zhang Fei on the shoulder and comforted him.

On the mountain road from Wuguan to Nanyang, a large number of cavalry were rushing forward.

Hey!

drive!

Come on!

With the whips lightly raised, Niu Fu, Zhang Ji, Fan Chou, Li Meng, Huangfu Nian and others galloped on their horses.

Even Feng Fang, who had been in charge of guarding the imperial palace, rarely had the opportunity to join the army in battle.

As five thousand cavalrymen galloped, dust flew up and the sound of horses' hooves stampeding on the ground sounded like thunder.

After Dong Yu decided to send troops to Jingzhou, Dong Zhuo prepared to help his son for the last time and asked Li Jue and Guo Fan to transfer a large number of surrendered cavalry from Xiliang.

The five thousand cavalrymen were the last help that Old Dong, the Lord of Liang, gave to his son.

Of course, it was also his final support for his old subordinates in Xiliang.

He is old, but he hopes to give these old guys some credit before he leaves so that they can live the rest of their lives in peace.

"Lü Bu and his men set out three days earlier than us, and I'm afraid they're almost at Wancheng."

Huangfu Nian held a spear and spoke to Niu Fu.

"Then hurry up!"

"Don't let Lu Bu and the others take all the credit!"

Niu Fu shouted loudly, holding a big axe.

Although they can continue to live off their past achievements.

But since the merit is right in front of them, how could they just watch others snatch it away?

On a mound thirty miles west of Wancheng, a general was gazing into the distance.

This person was wearing chain armor with a beast face and a head-swallowing pattern, a three-pronged purple gold crown on his head, a Sichuan brocade flowered robe, a lion belt around his waist, and a Fangtian painted halberd in his hand.

It was Lu Bu who led his troops out of Wuguan.

A large number of people are converging towards Wancheng from all directions.

When the people of Nanyang near Wancheng received Liu Bei's order, they were all frightened, fearing that they would be harmed by the thief Dong.

"Humph, the revenge of the past can finally be avenged today."

Looking at the people pouring towards Wancheng, Lu Bu's face was filled with a strong desire to fight.

When the wind blew, the two big whiskers on his head fluttered wildly.

Snapped--

"Too much!"

"General Lu, can't you remove these two whiskers?"

Ma Chao covered his face, feeling a burning pain.