The third aspect of observing the enemy's strength is as Guan Yu said, if you want to attack a mountain, see if the enemy's arrows, arrows, rocks and other materials are all ready. If not, the enemy will be unable to defend, and our army can take advantage of the situation and attack.

Li Mengxi already knew the method of observing the enemy's situation.

Guan Yu asked Li Mengxi to go back first, saying that he could capture the mountain in a short time.

Li Mengxi hurriedly ran back, looking back while running.

Seeing Li Mengxi return to the rear, Guan Yu raised the green dragon to the moon and said, "Kill!"

Ordered to fight.

"Kill!"

All the warriors from the countryside immediately shouted to kill Zhentian.

When the shouts of killing started, bursts of shouts of killing suddenly came from both sides of the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, the Yellow Turbans suddenly heard shouts of killing from the left and right of the mountain, and their morale immediately dropped.

The mountain was surrounded, and they were afraid that the retreat would also be taken away, and officers and soldiers would attack from behind the mountain. Many of the Yellow Turbans wanted to retreat, and the morale of the troops was unstable.

Guan Yu was riding one man, and he was followed by two cavalrymen on the left and right. The three horses rushed forward along the steep road. Accompanied by the sound of killing, the sound of horse hooves hitting the mountain road was breathtaking.

On the Yellow Turban Mountain, as Guan Yu expected, weapons were seriously missing and only a few sparse arrows were shot.

A whoosh of black shadow came toward the door facing him. Guan Yu held the Qinglong Yanyue, stepped forward and flicked it, and with a clang, the arrow flew away.

In the blink of an eye, we were already halfway up the mountain, on the flat slope of the mountain where the Yellow Turbans formed a formation.

The hesitant and frightened expressions on the faces of the defeated Yellow Turban soldiers who had barely formed a formation were already there. Guan Yu raised the reins and the horses jumped up the flat slope.

"Hey! Whoever surrenders will avoid death!" Taking advantage of the horse's strength, Guan Yu raised the green dragon in his hand and slashed down vertically.

A strong wind passed by, a cold light flashed, black shadows were everywhere, and several spears stabbed by the yellow scarf were chopped off with a clicking sound.

There was a thud and a skull hit the ground.

There was a sound of hot blood gushing out, and the sky was filled with blood mist. A Yellow Turban soldier was cut off by Guan Yu's sword, including his headband and shoulders.

Columns of blood shoot out, and blood spurts out like mist.

Blood splashed on the face of the nearby Yellow Turban, and also splashed on the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and Guan Yu's robe. Guan Yu tightened the reins and led the horse in front of the Yellow Turban formation, as if taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, and the horse turned half a circle.

Guan Yu Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, with a murderous intent in his eyes. He looked down at the frightened yellow scarves from a high position, as if looking at vegetation.

"Surrender!" Guan Yu shouted sharply.

A horrifyingly dead corpse was still lying on the ground. The morale of the Yellow Turbans had collapsed. The defeated soldiers knelt down and were shouted down by Guan Yu.

The ground was filled with the sound of weapons hitting the ground.

Behind, the footsteps were chaotic, and the village warriors caught up with them at this time.

"Tie him up." Guan Yu looked at the yellow scarf kneeling on the ground and ordered coldly.

The war is over.

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Li Mengxi just ran back to the grain truck, stopped to watch again, and found that the war seemed to be over, and the shouts of killing were quieter.

So fast, Li Mengxi scratched his head.

April, 18th day of the lunar month, morning.

Guan Yu led his troops, formed an array with captives to build momentum, and led hundreds of local warriors to attack the mountain, winning in one fell swoop.

In this battle, more than ten people were beheaded, all the Yellow Turbans surrendered, the rebels had no casualties, and nearly 600 prisoners were captured.

Guan Yu's troops reunited with Liu Bei and Zhang Fei and temporarily rested in the old village on the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the mountain breeze was cool, and the village warriors escorted the dejected prisoners to the camp. There happened to be an old Yellow Turban camp, and they were not afraid of the prisoners escaping from the camp.

Basking in the mountain breeze, Guan Yu stood with his hands behind his back, feeling very comfortable.

On the side, Zhang Fei was very unhappy because the battle was going too fast and he did not catch up with the fight.

Behind them, Li Mengxi and his younger brother, the two little guys were wrapped in cloaks to avoid catching cold in the mountain wind.

Guan Yu was on the top of the mountain overlooking the terrain below. Suddenly, he turned around and asked, "Xi'er, can you understand geography?"

Li Mengxi must know geography.

Li Mengxi also studied the course "Geography" in his previous life. He still remembered the distribution of the continents and oceans, the distribution of the world's famous rivers and mountains, and knowledge such as the Tropic of Cancer.

However, the geography that Guan Yu asked clearly refers to the knowledge of the mountains, rivers, landforms, states and counties of the Han Dynasty.

Li Mengxi could probably tell how many Hanzhou there were, but he really didn't know how many counties there were.

This is where Li Mengxi falls short.

Li Mengxi shook his head.

Guan Yu was about to give some advice, but suddenly Xiang Yong came to see him with something to do, so Guan Yu had to leave temporarily.

After Guan Yu left, Li Mengxi walked to a huge rock. He looked at the scenery of the plains at the foot of the mountain, and suddenly thought in his mind, how many states did the Han Dynasty have?

Li Mengxi leaned down and picked up a branch, frowning and drawing on the ground.

"The northernmost part of the Han Dynasty should be Youzhou, Youzhou... here." Li Mengxi muttered, and then recalled the Rooster Map in his mind, thinking about the land of Youzhou, where on the Rooster Map corresponds to which province.

As he was thinking and muttering, Li Mengxi used a branch to poke and draw on the ground.

The younger brother was standing aside, curiously watching his older brother playing and drawing.

"Beside Youzhou, it should be Jizhou, Jizhou... Hebei. Should it be east of Youzhou? Or west?"

"Haha, you little brother, you don't have any geographical knowledge at all."

A familiar laughter sounded behind him.

Li Mengxi looked up and saw Liu Bei.

Liu Bei also leaned down, picked up a branch, and added a few strokes to the map Li Mengxi drew casually.

To the west of Youzhou, Liu Bei drew a circle, "This is Jizhou."

Then, on the left side of the circle represented by Jizhou, Liu Bei drew another circle, "This is Bingzhou."

As he spoke, Liu Bei took out a rolled piece of cloth from his arms and solemnly handed it to Li Mengxi.

"Come, little brother, I have the map with you. You and your second brother can learn the art of military strategy and battle formations. You can't do it without a map."

Li Mengxi happily took the map, and there happened to be a large stone next to it, which was extremely smooth.

Li Mengxi couldn't wait to unfold the map and spread it on the stone.

Li Mengxi saw an ancient map for the first time. The map was made of cloth and had mountains, terrain, rivers and cities drawn with brushes on it.

Li Mengxi widened his eyes and looked at it carefully. On the map, all the states and counties in the world were in the ground.

Youzhou, Jizhou, Bingzhou, Qingzhou, Jingzhou, Yizhou...

Seeing that Li Mengxi was fascinated, Liu Bei stroked his short beard and smiled without disturbing Li Mengxi.

The mountain breeze was just right. Liu Bei stood beside the boulder with his hands behind his back. He felt very comfortable with the mountain breeze blowing.

I don’t know how long it took, “Okay, the wind is good! Okay, today is another big victory!”

After this victory, Liu Bei was in a happy mood. In addition, he climbed up and looked into the distance, which made him feel relieved. Liu Bei couldn't help shouting loudly.

Li Mengxi, who was immersed in the map, raised his head. He saw Liu Bei, who looked full of pride. After thinking for a while, Li Mengxi stood up and asked with a smile, "Mr. Xuande is so proud. May I ask, what is Mr. Xuande's ambition?"

"What is your ambition?" Liu Bei turned his head and looked at Li Mengxi.

On the stone, the map is displayed.

Turning back to the stone, Liu Bei pointed at the map and sighed, "Now there are yellow scarves in every state in the world. The country is in turmoil and the people are in dire straits." Speaking of his grief and indignation, Liu Bei circled the entire map with his hand and said, "A certain ambition.

, raise your troops and beat him in a big circle! Sweep away the Yellow Turbans in the world and restore peace to the people!"

Li Mengxi's eyes moved slightly. He looked at the picture on the stone, then raised his head and looked into the distance.

"Xuan De Gong, what is the mountain here?" Li Mengxi asked.

"Fengming Mountain."
Chapter completed!