Chapter 34: Infiltrating
Han Zhong was tied up and brought back to the camp. Guo Hao looked at Han Zhong with kindness.
"You have two choices. One is to take me into the Yellow Turban camp, and the other is to have my head chopped off."
“No…”
"Bang!" Guo Hao interrupted Han Zhong's answer and chopped him on the side of his head with a knife, "You'd better think before you speak."
"But I am..." Han Zhong had a look of unyielding determination, but his voice became lower and lower.
"It seems that you made the right choice?" Guo Hao said with a sinister smile.
"Very good, you are sensible. I am very satisfied with your choice." Guo Hao looked at Han Zhong with satisfaction. Things went more smoothly than he had imagined.
If Han Zhong refused to cooperate, he could only kill Han Zhong and disguise himself as Han Zhong to sneak into the Yellow Turban camp. However, the risk was too great and the loss would outweigh the gain.
Guo Hao drafted a plan overnight and asked Qu Yi to take it to Huangfu Song as soon as possible.
He disguised himself as a Yellow Turban and followed Han Zhong into the camp with a few of his men. He didn't believe that millions of Yellow Turbans could know .
Just as Guo Hao expected, the various groups of the Yellow Turbans did not know each other at all. The Yellow Turbans from thirteen states made the entire team extremely disorganized, and internal conflicts often occurred.
Normally, it is even possible that the soldiers do not know their generals, and the generals do not know their soldiers. Rather than calling it an entire army, it is better to call it a tribal alliance with the Yellow Turban generals as the core.
To harass the imperial army every day, the Yellow Turban general only needs to stand near the camp gate and shout, and naturally there will be willing Yellow Turban soldiers and Yellow Turban players to follow.
The imperial court was able to be beaten to the point of being on the verge of death when dealing with these rebels who relied entirely on faith and had no discipline at all. This can only be said to be that the imperial court of the late Han Dynasty was rotten to the core.
Guo Hao figured out the locations of all the granaries in the Yellow Turban camp that stretched for more than ten miles. As long as a direct battle broke out, all the food and grass would be burned.
After Han Zhong entered the camp, he was quietly dealt with by Qu Yi and Xu Rong. Everyone knew that Han Zhong was unreliable and that one day he might be sold out by Han Zhong. Only the dead could keep secrets.
Guo Hao asked Qu Yi to disguise himself as Han Zhong, and usually take a group of players to collect money, and basically did not interact with other Yellow Turban generals.
Surprisingly, no one discovered him in that short period of time, and Guo Hao took a walk every day as if he was in his own backyard.
Even Guo Hao had infiltrated the Yellow Turbans' logistics department, and transported food and fodder with the Yellow Turbans players every day.
In fact, Guo Hao also felt strange. His undercover work seemed to be going smoothly. Not only did no one suspect him, but after a few days, Guo Hao was about to get the position of grain inspector .
But it was also true that the Yellow Turbans mobilized the Yellow Turbans from thirteen states and concentrated them in two states. Their strength increased greatly, but the problem was that no one knew each other and they could only recognize each other based on the Yellow Turbans on their heads.
Guo Hao lay at the door of the granary groaning, extremely desperate about the imperial court.
The Yellow Turbans were in great chaos internally, and their handling methods were crude and rough.
You said you are a Yellow Turban?
Okay, I'll give you a group of militiamen and ask you to fight a battle. As long as you bring back one-tenth of the soldiers who have seen blood, you will be a Yellow Turban.
There are millions of Yellow Turbans. Except for the tens of thousands of regular soldiers in the center (with a combat strength of 20-30), the rest of the area is loosely managed and is like a toy.
However, such a rubbish army was so overwhelming that the imperial court had no choice but to passively accept the defeat, and even had the idea of burning its boats.
"Hey, brother, you're basking in the sun. Come down and inspect the goods." A yellow turban who was escorting a batch of grain ran up to Guo Hao and shouted.
"Here it comes, here it comes. If there was no fight ahead, I wouldn't have done this troublesome thing." Guo Hao turned over with difficulty, complaining constantly.
Most of the Yellow Turbans were refugees with little education. Those with education would have been promoted to generals long ago, so there was no way they would be assigned to a job like supervising a granary.
Therefore, roles like grain inspectors are basically played by players.
To sum up these tasks, it's basically a lot of trouble, and the rewards are few, so it's not as cost-effective as them running out and killing two players.
Even when the imperial army retreated for a period of time, no one was willing to take on this difficult task.
When Guo Hao was conscripted, he pretended to refuse twice, but finally succeeded in becoming a grain supervisor.
For Guo Hao, being in charge of food in the enemy camp was extremely exciting.
After sending away the grain delivery team, Xu Rong came out from the corner. He inadvertently sneaked in when Qu Yi led his team to collect money.
"Pengju, we've been here for a few days. When are we going to start?" Xu Rong asked cautiously. He did not have the indifferent attitude of Guo Hao.
"Wait. Wait until General Huangfu Song and his men launch a general attack, then we'll take action. After all, we can't wipe out the Yellow Turbans by just burning food supplies. We have to find a way to stab them in the back." Guo Hao lay lazily, giving Xu Rong an endless perfunctory response.
"We only have 800 people. Even if they are all elite, it is not realistic to fight our way out of this place, right?" Xu Rong continued to persuade.
He felt like he was on a pirate ship. Guo Hao was an alien, and if he died, he was dead. He could not be resurrected after death.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I am really collecting intelligence. Once I have collected all the information, we will give them eight hundred to one million." Guo Hao said bluntly.
When Guo Hao had been undercover for almost ten days, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun finally launched the final wave of attack.
Guo Hao could hear the sounds of fighting on the battlefield ahead even though he was staying in the rear camp of the Yellow Turban Army.
"The time has come!" Guo Hao couldn't help but get excited when he saw Huangfu Song launch the attack at the agreed time.
If his plan succeeded, he would get a reward that he couldn't even imagine.
Guo Hao and Xu Rong, along with their men, mixed the tung oil from the logistics department with wine and scattered it everywhere. They took care of all the places in the entire logistics area, and then pretended that everyone was having a cocktail party.
For a moment, the whole camp was filled with the faint smell of alcohol, but fortunately there were not many players in the back camp, and most of them had gone to the front line to join the battle.
Occasionally, a few players passed by, looked at Guo Hao and others drinking, cursed a few words and hurried away.
After several Yellow Turban NPCs approached, Xu Rong killed them all at once. He was so careful that even a third-rate general was chopped to death without making any sound.
Xu Rong and his men threw the bodies directly into the grain pile. They would all be burned in a fire soon anyway, so they didn't have the heart to bury them.
If this happened in the imperial army, not only would they see you drinking, but they would arrest Guo Hao and his group just by smelling the alcohol.
There's a fighting going on at the front line, and you still dare to drink here. This is disloyalty, and I'll put you on trial right away , or even kill you on the spot to establish my authority.
