Five days later, the allied forces of 700,000 men boarded their warships and began preparations for an unprecedented battle against Red Cliffs!

The allied forces also elected a leader a few days ago, naturally Yuan Shao of the Yuan family, whose lineage spanned four generations of high-ranking officials.

Because among those present, no one except Yuan Shao had the right to do so.

Dong Zhuo didn't even send a single soldier, which drew criticism from the allied forces.

But they have no time to think about it now; they have to face the impending war, and the hope of the allied forces lies in this war.

Yuan Shao also said seriously, "Gentlemen, the world has suffered from the Yellow Turban Army for too long, and you must have personally experienced their fighting prowess."

"Therefore, I hope everyone will go all out and not take any chances. If anyone dares to cheat or shirk responsibility, don't blame me for being impolite."

Cao Cao sneered inwardly. He thought to himself, "You accuse others of being cunning and deceitful? How much better are you, Yuan Shao?"

His two fierce generals, Yan Liang and Wen Chou, were both away from him.

They spoke grandly and righteously, but in reality, they were just using the Allied forces as pawns.

Cao Cao had only recently risen to power and joined the alliance with an army of 20,000.

While these 20,000 won't cripple Cao Cao, they'll certainly be enough to cause him some pain for a while.

This time, he only brought Guo Jia and Cao Ren with him.

"Leader, our allied forces are not good at naval warfare! How should we deal with the enemy?" someone asked.

Yuan Shao had already thought of this, and immediately laughed and said, "I have already asked Sun Wentai about this matter. The Yellow Turban Army is not good at naval warfare, and their warships are the same warships we are currently using!"

"All we need to do is connect all our warships together with iron chains, and we'll be as stable as if we were on land!"

Yuan Shao spoke with great enthusiasm, and the governors below suddenly realized with a gleam in their eyes that they hadn't thought of that before.

"Haha, Alliance Leader Yuan is truly wise! Brilliant, brilliant!"

"As expected of Alliance Leader Yuan, who comes from a prestigious family that has produced four generations of high-ranking officials, you are truly remarkable. I admire you."

"..."

Hearing the praise from the crowd below, Yuan Shao felt pleased with himself, but at the same time, he became a little carried away with his pride.

"Haha, you flatter me, you flatter me!" Yuan Shao said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Guo Jia, who was sitting behind Cao Cao, immediately frowned.

Linked by iron chains? Just as he was about to speak, Cao Cao stopped him.

After everyone returned to their own ships, Cao Cao summoned Guo Jia.

"Fengxiao, I thought you seemed to want to say something earlier?"

Guo Jia frowned, nodded, and said, "My lord, while these iron chains may make the allied forces as stable as flat ground, how can we resist if the Yellow Turban army uses fire?"

"Thousands of warships will be plunged into a sea of ​​fire in an instant!"

After hearing this, Cao Cao remained silent for a moment.

"Actually, I have also considered this issue, but at this time of year, the winds in the Jingzhou area are mostly from the southwest. If they use fire to attack, wouldn't they burn down their own territory?" Cao Cao retorted.

Guo Jia shook his head. "My lord, Mr. Lu once taught us when we were at Jingzhou Academy."

"A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall. What should one do if an east wind blows?" Guo Jia asked again.

"East wind? How is that possible? At this time of year, there's no way an east wind could blow in the Jingzhou area!"

Cao Cao had a wide range of knowledge and had done a lot of research on the topography of the Jingzhou area.

"I'll say it again: what if the east wind really does blow?" Guo Jia pressed.

"this……"

Cao Cao was caught in a deep dilemma.

He had never imagined encountering this situation and was completely unable to provide Guo Jia with an answer!

Seeing this, Guo Jia sighed and said, "My lord, the battlefield is unpredictable; we cannot gamble!"

Cao Cao naturally understood this.

"But if we don't do it this way, what should we do?"

If the warships were not connected by iron chains, most of the allied forces would be landlubbers, unfamiliar with water, and their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

These past few days, many soldiers have already started to get seasick as soon as the general boarded the ship. This is a very bad omen!

Not to mention, there's a naval battle to be fought next!

Guo Jia was also in a dilemma. If they used iron chains, the Yellow Turban army might launch a fire attack, and they would likely perish in the flames. If they didn't use them, the allied forces' fighting strength would be greatly reduced.

Even a top strategist like Guo Jia was at a loss for what to do at this moment.

"My lord, I believe that since it is unavoidable, our troops should be positioned at the rear of the warships. If a fire attack does occur, we can quickly cut the chains and save ourselves!"

After much deliberation, Guo Jia finally found a feasible solution, which was also the best solution available at the moment.

Upon hearing this, Cao Cao's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands in approval.

This is where the role of a strategist lies: since there is no better way, one must assume danger and minimize it.

Meanwhile, Zhuge Liang had already changed into a Taoist robe and begun setting up an altar to perform rituals.

But by this time, his face was already contorted with worry. What could he possibly do? Let alone ask for some favorable wind.

Lu Li instructed him to do all of this!

"Sir, oh sir, you have caused me so much suffering," Zhuge Liang said bitterly.

But he dared not delay and had no choice but to bite the bullet and begin the ritual.

Zhuge Liang raised his arms, let out three long roars, then sat down heavily on the ground, muttering something under his breath.

On the seventh day, Zhuge Liang's forehead began to sweat. The allied forces had already set off and were about to engage the Yellow Turban Army.

There's still no sign of anything happening on his end; the southwest wind is howling, showing no sign of changing direction.

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