After listening to the potter's inquiry, Lu Su explained:

"This is a special case, this child should be the resident of the Shanyue village that I recently destroyed, Taifu knows, there are many people in the village of Shanyue who have been with Jiangnan for many years or have been captured, after they are incorporated back, some of them were placed in Tuntian by Sima Lang, and some of them are homeless and strong, or voluntarily, they were also incorporated into the Shanman camp by me, after all, the Shanban camp also needs to be expanded."

Speaking of this, Lu Su paused and said, "This kid should have volunteered to join the army." ”

Hearing this, the potter smiled bitterly and said: "In this way, your mountain barbarian camp is quite unworthy of the name, there are all kinds of varieties, which is still a pure mountain barbarian camp, just call it a mongrel camp."

Lu Su's face was a little embarrassed: "Taifu, don't make fun of me."

The potter patted him on the shoulder, then walked up to the stubborn-eyed young man and asked, "How old are you?" Is there a thirteen year old? ”

Although he knew that the person in front of him was the Taifu who could control his life and death, the young man was still not afraid at all, and his voice did not tremble in the slightest.

"There is no thirteen, only eleven."

"Eleven?"

is not only a potter, but even Guo Jia, Lu Su, Zhuge Liang and others are stunned.

At the age of eleven, he is so big, this boy is really precocious.

An eleven-year-old half-grown child, in terms of figure, can almost be compared with Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi.

What did this child grow up eating?

Sima Yi smiled and said, "Lies!" I think you have to have at least fifteen, and eleven, what kind of tenderness! ”

When the young man heard this, his face did not change at all, and he said lightly: "Age is such a thing, what is the secret, how old should I be, what good is it for me to lie?" ”

Not only in size, but the child's indifference and maturity were far higher than that of ordinary teenagers, and if his age was true, the potter believed that he must have gone through some inhuman and painful experience to get to this point.

Tao Shang looked at the child quietly: "Regardless of whether your age is true or not, Tao asks you, why did you laugh at what I said just now?" ”

The young man raised his head and said proudly, "You are not right, why can't I laugh?" ”

"Bold!" Mr. Ma said angrily: "Dare to say that what Taifu said is not right, are you looking for death?" ”

Guo Jia couldn't even see it in the back.

These broken military marquis are also too snobbish.

Guo Jia patted Ma Zhong's shoulder helplessly and said, "Hey, hey, can you stop for a while?" ”

Ma Zhong didn't dare to say much in the face of Guo Jiake, he hurriedly shut up and lowered his head, but his eyes were still staring at the young man with annoyance.

The potter listened to the young man's words and was amused: "Tell me, what I said is wrong." ”

The young man looked at Ma Zhong, Jia Hua and the other four military marquis, and said, "You said that they are generals, which is not right. ”

The faces of Ma Zhong and the other four military marquis turned red all of a sudden.

The potter raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything wrong with this?" ”

"Of course there is a problem, I will do what they do, and if they are generals, then I can be too."

When the words fell, except for a few people such as pottery merchants, Guo Jia, Zhuge Liang, etc., the rest of the military marquis and the soldiers of the Shanman battalion present all laughed loudly.

Song Qian laughed while pointing at the kid and said, "This stinky boy, shouldn't you drink too much?" ”

The young man didn't care, and replied lightly: "Drinking is not allowed in the mountain barbarian camp, and besides, I'm just a pawn in charge of transporting grain, how can I drink wine?" ”

The potter walked over, took the bow he had used from Ma Zhong's hand, and said to the young man, "You can shoot ten arrows at the target from a hundred paces away, and use the same bow as Ma Junhou, so that I can see if what you say is true or false." ”

The young man took the bow and arrows and said loudly, "Try it." ”

The potter said lightly: "You listen to me, if you are really as capable as you said, like the four military marquis, don't look at you as just a teenager, I will also reuse you, but if you don't have real talent and real learning, grandstanding, I will show you to the public, in order to ring the three armies." ”

The boy snorted and didn't speak, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the potter's killing him.

People who are not afraid of death have always been the most headache.

The boy just bent his bow and arrows with ease and began to shoot at the target.

A hundred steps away, the young man shot ten arrows in a row, nine hit the bull's-eye, one slightly deviated, but it was one more bullseye than Ma Zhong.

The soldiers of the mountain barbarian battalion present did not smile when they saw this, and their faces showed shocked expressions.

How could a mere yellow-haired boy have such archery skills?

The boy threw down his bow and crossbow, walked over to the potter, and said, "I want to borrow a sword." ”

The potter winked at the guard next to him, and the guard brought the sword for the boy to use.

The young man weighed it with his hand for a while, and suddenly said, "It's light, change the handle and sink it." ”

Xu Zhong, who was dancing in front of the potter, suddenly turned red.

This war knife was played by him, and this young man actually said lightly?

Isn't this a contempt for oneself?

The camp collected a heavier war knife for the young man, and the young man weighed it before feeling satisfied, and then played it away.

Chop, chop, sweep, drag!

The gist of using the knife was actually demonstrated by this young man, and a heavy knife made him wield a tiger and a tiger, which was extremely powerful, and the hearts of others palpitated inexplicably.

The attainments of this sword skill are definitely above it compared with the talented Xu Zhong.

Who can do this level of eleven-year-old baby?

When he was young, the young man finished dancing the knife and came to the rope that was thrown down in the middle of the field, he grabbed one end, and then gave Jia Hua a provocative look.

Jia Hua was extremely annoyed in his heart, knowing that the young man wanted to compete with himself.

Although it didn't matter if it was better than that, his young man's expression was really underdrawn.

If he didn't give him some color, he would really think that he was invincible in the world.

Jia Hua strode over, grabbed the other end of the rope, and raised his chin at the boy.

Almost instantly, both of them began to exert force in their hands.

The rope was tightened by the two people, and beads of sweat flowed from their foreheads, but they gritted their teeth, and no one would relax a step.

Although the two seem to be evenly matched at the moment, Jia Hua knows that he has actually lost.

Regardless of anything else, if this kid is really like he said that he is only eleven years old, then at most he is just a young man, his body is not fully developed, he is in the prime of life, but he is tied with a teenager whose hair has not yet grown, what is the difference between this and losing strength?

But the actual problem is that Jia Hua really can't shake this young man in the slightest.

The two of them worked so hard for a while, and the rope could not withstand the huge force of the two, and was finally pulled off from the middle.

The two fought to a tie in strength.

The potter watched quietly as the boy threw the rope down and walked in front of him.

"How? The four of them aren't generals, are they? The young man's current tone showed that a young man should have an innocent appearance.

The potter smiled indifferently and said, "No, the four of them are still generals, but you are also ...... What is your name? ”

The young man hesitated for a moment, then straightened his chest and said in a round voice: "Ding Feng!" ”

Ding Feng ...... Oh, I see...... Okay, very good, Ding Feng, from today onwards, you will move out of the Shanman camp, and you will no longer have to be a grain transporter. ”

Ding Feng was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously said: "If I am not in the mountain barbarian camp, then where should I go?" ”

The potter stopped looking at him, turned around and walked towards his tent, and said, "From today until the end of my war with Yuan Shao, you will follow me and be my personal guard, it's as simple as that." ”