Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

Cao Cao didn't care much about what Lu Zhi and Zhang Jiao would fight. Even if he knew that Lu Zhi recruited Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, he didn't care. After all, at this time, Liu Guanzhang was only a commoner in the army, and because Liu Bei was Lu Zhi's disciple, he was barely a nobody. It's a long way to go to show a reputation.

The only fun is to find a new friend, Sun Jian, to connect with him in his spare time.

It is late autumn, which is the season when the prey is fat, and the large fields are barren and the population has dropped sharply, which provides additional living space for wild animals. Two deer, one large and one small, were already hanging on Cao Cao's horse's butt, and he led the soldiers to the camp.

People at that time didn't like pork, so this big wild boar showed Sun Jian's bravery more.

"Wentai is really a warrior!" Cao Cao started his business mutual praise model, and immediately brushed Sun Jian ten points of favorability.

The warrior Sun Wentai shook his messy hair: "Hey, slaughtering wild beasts and refugees, what kind of warriors are you?"

Sun Jian said this for a reason. Just yesterday, they surrounded Bocai's last 30,000 old, weak, sick and disabled. Huangfu Song was so eager to go to Jizhou to rescue Lu Zhi, and ordered all of them to be beheaded without leaving one.

30,000 people, it will take you two days to kill with your head out.

Cao Cao couldn't bear to see the river of blood flowing over there, so he took leave and ran out to hunt. Before leaving the camp, he met Sun Jian who also gave leave. The two hit it off and spent a long time outside together.

No matter how much you wave, you will eventually go back. As we approached the camp, the smell of blood was blowing. In the vast sandy ground in front of the camp, half were corpses piled up in hills, and half were family members in yellow scarves tied together with hemp ropes. Shout out the names of the husband and son. There are even infants waiting to be fed, crying in the arms of their mothers.

"The Yellow Turbans were originally the common people of the Han Dynasty." Cao Cao's joy of returning home with a reward had completely dissipated, and he turned to Sun Jian and said, "When I saw the ruins of the county town, I wanted to eat its flesh and sleep it. but now I can't bear to see orphans and widows whose heads are different."

Xiahou Dun took Cao Cao's horse by the reins and walked into the camp: "Brother, don't worry about them. General Huangfu is also a famous benevolent general, but the Yellow Turban, alas, is entirely self-inflicted! When they go underground, they can't blame us, but Zhang Jiao is not a shallow person."

Cao Cao glanced at the execution ground again.

The two children looked at the age when they were just able to stand on their own. They hugged their mother's calf and wanted to pull her back, so that the mother would die half a second later.

"Dog thief!" The man in the yellow turban shouted, "The Han family has run out of rage. Sooner or later, a great teacher will lead the heavenly soldiers to reform the old and establish a new one!"

Huangfu Song personally oversaw the beheading, and with his sword he chopped off an arm of the yellow scarf. The blood was sprayed all over the ground, and the wife and children of the yellow turban burst into tears, and the husband himself kept yelling.

Cao Cao squinted: "He's a tough guy."

Xiahou Dun tugged at Cao Cao's horse's head again: "Let's go, eldest brother."

Sun Jian didn't want to look anymore: "Brother Meng De, go back to camp."

Cao Cao glanced again, the man had already been put on the torture platform by two Han troops. He seems to be the leader of the Yellow Turbans, the kind that has to be publicly executed. Cao Cao turned his head and patted the horse's butt: "Drive."

Before the end of the team entered the camp gate, an abnormal uproar was heard from the execution ground. It was not the cries of the captives of the Yellow Turbans, but the uproar of the Han soldiers.

Cao Cao looked at Xiahou Dun on the left, Sun Jian on the right, turned around and slapped the horse back. Zaohong Ma led Cao Cao to Huangfu Song, followed by out-of-breath infantry, including Xiahou Dun who injured his horse in the battle of Changshe.

When he got to the front, Cao Cao could see clearly what was the variable that caused the uproar.

In the weeds, five old ox carts were parked, and on the ox carts were piled tofu, corn and flour cakes, full of fragrance. The two women in primary-color linen knelt down in front of the armed Han army, and shouted loudly, "I would like to exchange food for children as slaves!"

Cao Cao's eyes flashed, and he cried out in his heart.

But before he could speak, Huangfu Song sternly asked: "These are the remnants of moth thieves, how can you be merciful?"

The woman kneeling in front straightened her body, her black hair made her face even whiter and brighter. The simplest long eyebrows seemed to be neither trimmed nor painted, but the cold stars twinkled in the almond eyes below, which made the soldiers who were already ready to move dare not step forward.

She bowed again: "The concubine came with a little girl in a shroud, and she had the consciousness of life and death. It's just that ten of us weak girls can travel through the war-torn land and see the imperial army. I think it's heaven. Allow me to speak to the general."

Her body knelt on the ground, the standard family etiquette, but there was another pride. The words and sentences are clear and firm, and are accurately transmitted to the ears of everyone present.

"My concubine has heard that even if the barbarians on the grasslands exterminate each other, they will leave behind children who are not enough wheel height; even if the wolves attack the village, they will spare the infants. What about blood feuds from different races? My concubine also hates the yellow turban for destroying my homeland, but the child is innocent. If General Huangfu agrees, concubine is willing to take away children under the age of seven, and let them grow up to farm and work here to pay back the sins of the fathers."

There is no voice among the prisoners, and there is no voice among the soldiers. As if under the bright sky, there is only this figure kneeling on the ground.

Huangfu Song's hand was still on the hilt of the sword, Cao Cao was anxious and whispered: "General..."

The woman in white cloth straightened her upper body again and looked directly at Huangfu Song: "If the general does not allow me, I will leave immediately. These five cartons of food will be used for laboring the army. If the general wants to ask a crime, I will No complaints. I just have one more thing to say."

Huangfu Song released the hilt: "Speak."

"Although the Yingchuan Yellow Turbans are destroyed, the generals go north to the Jizhou Yellow Turbans, and the rest of the Yellow Turbans are wreaking havoc in each state. Is it easier for the Yellow Turbans to surrender to the reputation of cutting grass and roots, or is it the reputation that opens up the Internet? It's easier to get the Yellow Turbans to surrender, please think twice."

"General, general." A woman in the captive team knelt down and kowtowed, "Please let the child go, I beg the general, he is only three years old."

"My child is not yet one year old, his biological father is unknown, and he will not hold grudges, please be kind to the general."

"Let the little girl follow the lady."

"I beg the general."

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In the end, all the captives who could kneel, except for the unworried bachelors, knelt down. Whether it was the gray-haired old man or the scrawny boy, they all showed expectant eyes. At this moment, the East Emperor Taiyi and the great virtuous teachers have all left them, leaving only the most simple bloodline beliefs, shining on them, and at the same time causing waves of resonance among the soldiers of the Han army.

The one-armed man on the torture platform knelt there on one knee, his eyes were red, but he stubbornly did not ask for mercy. But anyone with a discerning eye could feel his shaking.

The woman in white linen drooped her eyebrows and remained motionless.

The half-aged girl kneeling behind her was already shivering, but she still knelt down with her elders, not daring to step back. The other eight women who were guarding the ox cart, both old and young, also knelt down in unison, looking like they were slaughtered by their necks.

Cao Cao quickly dismounted and stood in front of the two women, one big and one small: "The general is merciful. Ding's Women's Medical Hall has sent medicinal materials to our military resources since the army entered Yuzhou, and they are the If there is something wrong, please don't bother with ignorant women and children."

"Yes, General." Sun Jian helped, "Most of the children under the age of seven died of war and famine, and now I can't find a few, and it won't affect the overall situation. This disintegrates the enemy's will, why not do it?"

Seeing that Huangfu Song did not reprimand Cao Cao and Sun Jian, the rest of the generals came to ask for a few words. Of course, the more important thing is that they are very popular, and they are all women at first glance. If you say kill her, not only will you be unreasonable and lose your demeanor, but you may even offend the family behind her.

Huangfu Song retracted the sword with a "swipe", and a smile of admiration appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The lady is so courageous and eloquent, I don't know where she is from?"

The woman bowed again and stood up. This time more people can see her withered forehead and splendid face. "The concubine's body is Peiguo Ding's Ruyi. Ding's Women's Medical Hall is the concubine's own home. Most of the medical halls are widows or orphans. They have delivered births, cooked porridge, and treated children's diseases in Peiguo for many years. There is no illegal evil spirit. Know."

The half-old girl behind the woman also stood up, unable to stand the **** smell on Huangfu Song's body, her legs and feet leaned against the woman's side softly, her small body still shivering.

Huangfu Song raised his eyebrows and pointed in the direction of the captive: "If it is not tall enough for a wheel, you can pick it up."

The woman showed a small smile that was just right, and raised her hand to her forehead respectfully: "Thank you, General."

The women next to the ox cart unloaded the grain, then drove the ox cart to the prisoner in an orderly manner, and began to work: check the height, set the number plate, and record the name and place of origin. If parents want to leave some wooden hairpins, copper plates and stones as souvenirs, there are small wooden boxes engraved with numbers that correspond to the children one by one.

Most of the four- and five-year-old children can't understand that this is the last chance to escape from life. After a piece of dry biscuit that could not be bitten was stuffed into the man's mouth, he became quiet and only shed tears silently.

During the period, several children who were two inches taller than the wheel also got into the car under the cover of the people around them. The soldiers of the Han army opened one eye and closed the other as if they did not see it.

Nine or ten-year-olds may still be able to smuggle in, but half-teens can't hide it. However, most of them have blood on their hands, so they are not innocent.

Five bullock carts full of children crunched away from the camp, leaving deep ruts on the ground of Yingchuan. In the back of the car, there were countless desperate scoldings for being over the standard height, as well as countless loving and hopeful reluctance to give up.

The autumn wind is chilling, blowing away the **** smell on the execution ground. The corpses of countless yellow turbans will be sent to Luoyang in exchange for the addition of officials to the army. The dedicated and patriotic Huangfu Song had already taken his troops to Jizhou.