Anqing City is the capital and county town of the entire Anqing Group.

"I know, speed up the march!"

Sun Xia rode on the horse and waved his hand to everyone to speed up.

At the same time, Gongsun Zan was stationed.

"Sir, are we sure we don't want to attack?"

This is the third time Gongsun Zan asked Zhuge Liang.

He felt that if Gongsun Zan did not participate in such a huge event, he would lose his reputation.

"General, are the Yellow Turban soldiers rich?"

Zhuge Liang sat cross-legged on the bamboo mat and asked Gongsun Zan calmly.

"No, they are very poor."

Gongsun Zan shook his head and answered.

As we all know, the Yellow Turbans are a group of refugees.

Zhuge Liang continued to ask: "What good will it do to us to attack them?"

"It can show our fame and prestige!"

Gongsun Zan replied excitedly.

"Then the general thinks that reputation and prestige are more important than the city."

Zhuge Liang still did not deny him immediately, but continued to ask.

"They are all important."

Gongsun Zan also took fame very seriously.

"Well."

Zhuge Liang nodded and said: "Then why don't we show up at the right time, and then we can gain both fame and the city?"

He already had a plan in mind.

"Haha, sir, you are really talented!"

Hearing this, Gongsun Zan laughed with satisfaction.

He patted Zhuge Liang's shoulder heavily and promised: "If this happens, Zan will definitely prepare a big gift for you. Haha!"

Zhao Yun, who was outside the tent, heard Gongsun Zan's laughter and felt ashamed beyond words.

He silently muttered in his heart: "My lord, you must not underestimate this Mr. Zhuge!"

At this point, no matter whether Zhuge Liang came to help sincerely or not, Zhao Yun cannot say anything wrong with Zhuge Liang.

Then he turned his thoughts to Cheng Mu.
Chapter completed!