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Zhang Yu dispersed his troops and began safari on the Yellow Turban.

More than a dozen teams combed back and forth in the periphery of Guangzong City, and eliminated a small yellow turban team.

In one day, Zhang Yu took five hundred soldiers and encountered a few yellow turbans, the largest number was more than two hundred, and he wiped out more than 1,000 yellow turbans in one day.

Zhang Yu's team intercepted nearly a thousand people. In fact, they weren't yellow turbans. They were just people who were too hungry to go. Some of them were old and weak.

Zhang Yu concentrated the prisoners in one place, and then sent people back.

At the end of the day, Zhang Yu contacted the other teams.

In one day, several teams intercepted almost five thousand people in total.

Among them, more than 3,000 are young people.

After all, in this chaotic world, it is not easy for the old and the weak to survive.

But these are obviously not real yellow turbans, because a prisoner only gives a few points of points.

With few points, Zhang Yu didn't dislike it, anyway, he didn't waste much energy.

Although Zhang Yu and the others intercepted them outside the city, they could not completely intercept them. There were still a large number of people entering Guangzong City and they were taken in by the Yellow Turban.

About 60% were stopped by Zhang Yu and the others, and 40% entered Guangzong City.

The number of yellow turbans is increasing, and the number of officers and soldiers is also increasing.

The sky above Guangzong City was shrouded in terrifying clouds.

However, this has nothing to do with Zhang Yu.

In the past few days, he sent more than 30,000 refugees to the rear, all of which were intercepted outside Guangzong City.

"This battle is absolutely terrifying, should I do something?" Zhang Yu kept thinking.

Zhang Yu wants more points to participate in more depth, so Zhang Yu does not intend to just watch and play outside.

"What if I let people infiltrate?"

Now it is very easy to penetrate into Guangzong City, just pretend to be a refugee and go in.

"But there are hundreds of thousands of yellow scarfs in it. It's useless for me to let hundreds or even thousands of people in. They can't be together, scattered, and have no fighting power at all."

Zhang Yu didn't think it would work. The number of people was small, and it was of no use. At most, he could pass information. However, once the war began, it was estimated that personnel would not be able to move freely, and it would not be easy to pass news.

"No, even so, you can't do nothing." Zhang Yu thought again.

That night, Zhang Yu sat alone outside the tent thinking for a long time.

"We must find the weakness of the Yellow Turban and give them a fatal blow at a critical time."

"Yes, that's it. Before the war, Guangzong City can still get in and get in touch with the situation."

A bold and crazy idea formed in Zhang Yu's mind.

He planned to go into Guangzong City and see the situation inside to find out the weakness of the Yellow Turban.

In addition, send more people to get in, and then gather more information.

The idea was crazy, but Zhang Yu dared to do it.

The next day, Zhang Yu called two teams back, and two more days later, he called two teams back.

Doing so is to let more people enter Guangzong City, making it easier for them to get in.

"Lord, do you really want to enter Guangzong City yourself? This is too dangerous." Ling Cao said eagerly.

"If you want to find out the weakness of the Yellow Turban, you have to do so. Besides, now that Guangzong City is so chaotic and there are so many people, as long as you be careful, there is no problem at all." Zhang Yu said.

"Well, if that's the case, then let me and evil come and accompany you in." Ling Cao said again.

"You follow me in, and the evil comes with Han Sheng and Zhou Cang leading people outside the city." Zhang Yu said.

That's how things were decided. One day on the tenth of October, Zhang Yu, Ling Cao, and some other soldiers dressed as refugees entered Guangzong City.

"I'm going, Lord, this Guangzong City turned out to be such a tragic sight." Ling Cao on the side said secretly to Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu nodded slightly without answering.

There are many refugees on the streets of Guangzong City. These people have no place to live and eat little food, so they can only lie on the side of the road and wait to die.

Zhang Yu and the others also saw yellow turban soldiers cleaning the corpses.

However, Zhang Yu found that most of these deaths were old and weak, and there were also more old and weak lying on the side of the road.

Those young and strong should be included, and those who have food and shelter, at least temporarily, are guaranteed.

The grief in the city was not as good as imagined outside. So many refugees came to the Yellow Turbans, but they could only wait for their deaths in the city.

"Ning'er."

Zhang Yu was taken away by a few yellow turbans, and then he saw Zhang Ning and some people serving the refugees on the street.

Zhang Yu and Ling Cao hurriedly hid their figures to prevent Zhang Ning from discovering them.

In this way, Zhang Yu and Ling Cao were taken to a temporary camp by a few yellow turbans.

Not long after they arrived, Zhang Yu and Ling Cao were put into a temporary yellow scarf.

One day passed, and Zhang Yu also stayed in the Yellow Turban temporary camp for one day.

"Master, these yellow turbans are simply yellow turbans for consumption. They were woven together, and they were not given training or weapons. They were sent to death on the battlefield." Ling Cao whispered to Zhang Yu in the evening.

Zhang Yu looked around and found that none of the other yellow turbans noticed them, so he said to Ling Cao: "I will eat two thin rice porridges a day. Where can they train?"

Zhang Yu hesitated and said: "It's just that I don't understand ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ why the Yellow Turbans don't attack. This can consume the army's strength, and at the same time prevent too many people from crowding in the city, causing huge pressure on them."

Zhang Yu didn't understand why the Yellow Turban in the city was so sad, why didn't he take the initiative to attack.

In the tent, the two exchanged quietly what they had seen today, and analyzed various problems of the Yellow Turban.

On the second day, Zhang Yu and the others found some reasons to wander around, but the Yellow Turban did not let them go too far. Many places were guarded by soldiers in the Yellow Turban. Zhang Yu and the "refugees" couldn't make it through.

At the end of the day, I didn't get much useful information.

"No, you must walk out at night to inquire around, otherwise it will be a trip for nothing." Zhang Yu said to Ling Cao.

In the evening, after it was completely dark, Zhang Yu and Ling Cao went out of the makeshift tent one after another.

The people here are all refugees, all eating and waiting to die, without paying attention to Zhang Yu and the others.

The two walked out smoothly.

"My lord, there are yellow turban patrols here. If we pass this way, I'm afraid we will be discovered.

Not long after they left the temporary camp, Zhang Yu and the others found that there were training of yellow turban soldiers on the street from time to time, and they all carried weapons.

"Come with me, I have a way." Zhang Yu said and walked back quietly.

"The guards here are scattered. Two people killed will not be discovered soon. We put on our clothes and mixed into the patrol team." Zhang Yu said to Ling Cao.

Soon they killed the two yellow scarves guarding the makeshift camp, then put their bodies in civilian clothes and threw them into two corners.

Even if the body is found, they might mistake them for these refugees, because some refugees die in the city every day, and it is normal for these two people to be mistaken for refugees wearing Zhang Yu and their clothes as refugees.