High Martial Arts Three Kingdoms: The Incompetent Strategist

"You let Tang Ke go?" Zhang Jiao looked at Zhang Chu with a complicated expression.

"Yes, the young strategist has made great contributions to our Taiping Dao, he should not die."

"Slap!" Zhang Jiao slapped Zhang Chu hard across the face, roaring angrily, "Do you know how many people will lose their heads and their families if he goes to the court to report him?"

“The young strategist will not betray us.” Zhang Chu stubbornly raised his head: “He left behind a slogan when he left, which may be useful to us.”

"Oh?"

"The blue sky has died, the yellow sky shall rise, the year is Jiazi, and the world will be blessed!"

Zhang Jiao felt a surge of fear. Tang Ke's slogan was exactly the same as what he had in mind. Judging from his accurate predictions over the past three years, could he really be a man of destiny who could foresee the future?

This child must not be allowed to live!

He finally made up his mind and issued his first peace decree in three years: "Order the thirty-six directions of the Way of Peace to intercept and kill the Tang people with all their might."

"Apart from death, all departures are acts of betrayal!"

Tang Ke galloped on his horse along the official road to Luoyang. After a series of fierce battles, he had sustained more than a dozen wounds.

In the past few days, he has deeply felt the power of the Way of Peace; there are almost always people from their side in every prefecture and county he has passed through.

Since I suggested to Zhang Jiao three years ago that we recruit talents without being bound by convention, Taiping Dao has entered a stage of rapid development, with people from almost every industry joining in.

His followers ranged from ordinary peddlers to wealthy merchants and even county officials, who repeatedly drove him to the brink of despair.

If it weren't for the good relationships he has cultivated over the years, and the fact that some old friends deliberately slack off, he would probably have already met his end on the spot.

Only on official roads do these people restrain themselves somewhat.

Ma Yuanyi led his team to follow at a distance, waiting for nightfall to begin another fierce battle.

He now has a lot of doubts about this history. With Zhang Jiao’s almost supernatural abilities, plus the rebel army whose influence has spread to all walks of life, how could they possibly lose to the crumbling Han Dynasty?

Just then, dust billowed in the distance, and a troop of cavalry suddenly appeared on the horizon like a tornado.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the earth, and the battle flag fluttered in the wind, bearing a large character "Cao".

Tang Ke had an idea and spurred his horse to go meet him.

"Who goes there? How dare you offend the Cavalry Commandant! Make way at once!"

The leading cavalryman shouted loudly, brandished his spear, and the rest of the cavalry quickly formed ranks.

As the cavalry charged faster and faster, their momentum instantly rose to a new level.

This is an era of high martial arts, where not only are the generals far stronger than ordinary people, but the strength of ordinary soldiers also increases exponentially as their morale rises after they form ranks.

Knowing he couldn't afford a direct confrontation in his current state, Tang Ke raised his spear high above his head and shouted, "Tang Ke from Jizhou requests an audience with Lord Mengde!"

The cavalry slowed their charge slightly, quickly surrounding Tang Ke in the center. The leading cavalry general, with a full beard, shouted, "What is it? Cao Hong can relay the message."

Tang Ke breathed a sigh of relief. He only knew one person who had served as a cavalry commandant during the late Eastern Han Dynasty: Cao Cao. It seemed he had made the right bet.

He raised his voice eight octaves: "I have long heard that Lord Mengde is eager to find talented people. I, a Tang guest from Jizhou, have come to seek refuge with you. Please introduce me to you, brother."

The cavalrymen looked at each other, somewhat surprised, and didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Oh dear, do people from Ji Province even know there's a Cao Mengde in the world?" A man quickly dismounted from the carriage behind the cavalry.

He was probably less than seven feet tall, with a robust and muscular build, and a dignified and imposing appearance. His face was resolute, and his brows revealed depth and wisdom.

His eyes were bright and piercing, sometimes flashing with a cunning light, as if he could see into people's hearts.

The fish is hooked!

Tang Ke knelt on the ground and said loudly, "Everyone in the world says that Lord Mengde is a capable minister in times of peace and a hero in times of chaos. Today I have met him and he is indeed a man of outstanding character. I hope to join your ranks and serve you sooner or later."

Cao Cao was slightly embarrassed. He quickly stepped forward to help Tang Ke up and said with a forced smile, "General Tang, there's no need for such formalities. It's just that my own position is still lowly, and I can't bear the title of 'relying on you'."

Tang Ke also realized that he had overacted a bit. After all, the era of Lu Zhi and Huangfu Song was coming soon, and Cao Cao would not be considered a great figure for a long time to come.

However, if they want to escape the pursuit of Ma Yuanyi and his men, joining the army is obviously the fastest way to solve the problem.

"I hope that Lord Cao will assign me to the vanguard and await my command."

Seeing that Cao Cao was still hesitating, Tang Ke stirred up some emotions and added fuel to the fire.

"When I left Ji Province this time, my mother repeatedly told me that if I could not seek refuge with Lord Cao, I should not return. I hope Lord Cao will grant my request."

"Oh dear, what are you saying about me and you?" Cao Cao rubbed his hands awkwardly, pacing back and forth, after being repeatedly addressed as "Lord Cao" and "Lord Mengde."

After a long pause, he finally made up his mind: "Zilian, you should reorganize him and incorporate him into your light cavalry."

"Thank you, Lord Mengde." Tang Ke was overjoyed and didn't forget to give Ma Yuanyi a thumbs-up.

"You know them?" Cao Cao, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed Tang Ke's subtle actions.

"I know them. They came to join the army together. They also want to join you, but they don't have any connections. Why don't you ask General Cao to inquire as well?"

"Alright, Zilian, go and ask him." Cao Cao was so confused he was almost out of his mind.

Before Cao Hong could get close, Ma Yuanyi had already quickly assessed the difference in strength between the two sides and spurred his horse to gallop away.

Cao Cao looked at Tang Ke suspiciously and asked, "Brother, what's going on here?"

Tang Ke laughed and said, "Country folk are ignorant. They panicked and fled when they saw the general's grand procession. I will introduce them to the general another day."

Cao Cao didn't press the matter. After exchanging a few polite words, he arranged for Cao Hong to help him get ready and change his way, and then returned to his carriage.

Tang Ke knew that he was suspicious by nature, and that he himself was of dubious origin, so he was unwilling to have much contact with him.

However, as long as I show enough admiration for him, it shouldn't be a problem to follow him to the capital. After all, this guy's emphasis on reputation and honor is among the highest in the entire history of the Three Kingdoms.

At least at this point in time, whether it's Cao Cao or Liu Bei, they desperately need someone like me, a self-made fan.

Things went surprisingly smoothly after that. Cao Hong quickly registered his resume and then incorporated him into the marching army. The army sped towards Luoyang.

No one from Taipingdao appeared along the way, and Tang Ke gradually felt relieved and began to try to improve his martial arts skills.

In the years since his transmigration, he has been unable to practice martial arts due to his weak physique, and as an atheist, he has also been unable to learn Zhang Jiao's magic. Therefore, he has always positioned himself as a strategist.

Now that the system is activated, my body seems to have been tempered, and my physical strength has been directly raised to the level that a fifth-grade upper rank should have.

After practicing Zhang Chu's Cold Star and Cold Moon Spear technique for seven days, he finally realized one thing: apart from improving his proficiency, he seemed unable to improve his strength even slightly through practice.