During the Qin and Han dynasties, thirty catties were jun, and four jun were stones. One stone is one hundred and twenty pounds.

In the Han Dynasty, a catty was about 258.24 grams, which means that one stone is equivalent to about 62 catties in contemporary times.

In the Han Dynasty, there was a lack of meat and fishy supplementary food, and one person had a large amount of food.

Fifty stone is only 3,000 catties, and it is still an old coarse grain.

I thought that as a traverser, I had prepared a lot of high-minded talk to foresee the future, and then I was shocked, the money and food would be in hand immediately, and I could also accept the future Cao Wei Sikong, the quasi-top strategist Chen Qun.

How do you know that the family doesn't look down on themselves at all, they can't even see the principal, and no matter how many words they have, they have nowhere to go.

Just when Cao Xuan was worried about this and worried about money and food, a sharp sneer came:

"Hehe, Chen's county order house has such a big shelf, Ah sex, and watch me go for a walk."

I don't know when, Zuo Feng got off the ox cart and came here.

"Zuo Gong!" Cao Xuan saluted respectfully, and said with a grateful face: "Chen Taiqiu doesn't look down on me, but Chen Mengwen is sincere, so forget it." ”

Zuo Feng glanced Cao Xing up and down, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became: "Okay, the Chen family can let it go, but the other families can't, they can't let my guards go hungry!" ”

Just do it.

There is Zuo Feng, a little yellow gate that everyone hates and has a big face, and there are many clans around him, so he has to be warmly received.

Cao Xing followed Zuo Feng in a low-key manner, and in these dock forts, in front of the head of the family, recruited troops and horses, and had to pack a large amount of grain and grass to take away when leaving.

And asked for more than 50 mules and horses, of course, there are few war horses, and celebrities will not be with them, let alone take refuge in Cao Xing.

Looking at a large number of good grain and grass enough for an army of 10,000 people to eat for a year, thinking of the aggrieved but imposing laughter on the faces of the famous people of the major families, Cao Xing's subordinates were excited one by one.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, perennial natural disasters and man-made disasters continued, coupled with the heavy burden of fighting with the Qiang people, the powerful annexation of land by the clan, etc., which made the people miserable.

The peasant uprisings continued, and there were several people who rebelled and called the emperor and the Son of Heaven, and the Yellow Turban was only the most influential one, in other words, one of the meanings of the Yellow Turban Army called Taiping Dao was to return peace to the world.

It's just that the development has gone sour.

Cao Xing's troops, plus the newly recruited recruits, the 3,000-strong army went through several days of high-intensity training, although the training was hard, but three meals a day, a full meal.

Cao Xing took the lead in training, cared for the soldiers, and often talked with the soldiers, and no one gave up the newly joined Yellow Turban, and turned to live a precarious life.

With Cao Xing's containment, Bo Cai couldn't let go of the siege, and the pressure of Huangfu Song's defense became much smaller, and the continuous sunny days made the grass and trees boring and abnormal.

On this day, the sand flew away, the wind did not stop, Cao Xing's eyes were full of excitement, and he also noticed the wind and the emperor Fu Song of Changshe City.

At night, the guards of the Yellow Turban tent tightened their clothes and continued to nap, while the rest of the people were sleeping soundly.

Cao Xing took Lei Gong and five hundred of the most elite soldiers, changed into gray clothes that were conducive to night raids, held firewood in his hand, and slowly touched it from the south.

Cao Yong led more than 1,200 men and ambushed them in the east.

Wang Xiao led more than 1,200 people and ambushed them in the north.

"Whoosh~"

The Yellow Turban Sentry was hit in the throat by Cao Xing's arrow and died silently.

A large pile of firewood was piled up outside the camp, and the fire broke a little, and the fire burned brightly, and five hundred people scattered around and lit fires.

The night was dark and windy, the weather was dry, and the Yellow Turban Camp was again standing among the weeds in the wilderness.

The fire immediately rose with the wind and intensified.

Bocai could never have imagined that his army was more than ten times larger than the official army, and the official army dared to sneak attack if the city was not defended.

I didn't expect tens of thousands of patrol posts to be so perfunctory.

The flames were soaring, and the yellow turban camp, which was already chaotic and formed into a complex camp, suddenly turned on their backs and trampled on each other.

"What's going on?!" Bocai hurriedly got up and shouted to the guards while putting on his armor.

"It's out of the water! Qu Shuai, enemy attack! The officers and soldiers are here! The guard hurriedly replied.

"Assemble! Organize a counteroffensive! Find Bohua and Yu Poison, and let him gather the army with two people, quickly! Bocai shouted anxiously.

The wind howled wildly, the fire took advantage of the wind, and the Yellow Turban army camped on the grass, and the fire spread quickly and was out of control.

Looking at the hundreds of thousands of troops that were raging and burned by the fire, the good form of winning Zhu Jun Emperor Fu Song in a row, and now it was reversed in an instant, Bo Cai only felt a sweetness in his mouth, and a mouthful of blood gushed up, and he was swallowed alive.

Yu Poison quickly gathered more than 1,000 guards to kill the southern front.

"Whoosh~"

A javelin was thrown, and the Han army, who was holding a torch and preparing to light it, was pierced in the belly, and the huge force rolled it to the ground.

Yu Poison didn't look at it, he believed in his throwing skills very much, and his right hand kept repeatedly raising and throwing out, and one javelin after another was thrown by him, each of which took a life.

Taking advantage of this gap in the fire, Yu Poison led the army to kill it, and the surrounding yellow turbans hurriedly followed, so that four or five thousand people gathered behind Yu Poison, and it was increasing all the time.

"Whoosh~"

The familiar sound of breaking the air sounded, and Yu Poison, who was in the forefront, took the lead in the charge, lowered his head reflexively, and with a bang, the helmet was knocked out, and he looked up to see the source of the arrow, and the brows on Scar's face furrowed.

Relatively silent, he put a knight's shield on his left glove to protect the vital point, and with his right hand, he drew the spear hanging from the saddle and rode his horse to gallop and kill.

Looking at Yu Xuan, who deliberately hid behind the guard, and came with an army of five thousand to kill, Cao Xuan sneered in his heart: A little luck to make a tall and good horse, but unfortunately, your guard mount is too thin.

"Whoosh~Whoosh~"

Five arrows in a row, sharp special feather arrows, cunning to avoid the guards, from one gap after another to shoot the poisonous war horse.

Five arrows in a row, the war horse was in pain and furious, Yu Poison was smashed to the ground, and suddenly the arrow wound from the last time shattered, and no one in the Yellow Turban Army knew how to sew the wound.

The medical technique of sewing wounds was not fully promoted in the Sui and Tang dynasties, and many veterans on the battlefield in the late Ming Dynasty used bandages to tie up wounds indiscriminately.

This makes the wound heal very slowly and easily fractures, making it harder for the wound to heal.

There was no time to get drunk, and Yu Xuan, who was covered in blood, hurriedly rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the iron hooves of his war horse.

The guards hurriedly responded and rescued Yu Poison, covered in blood, his face was broken by arrow wounds, and his face was anxious: "Kill!" Kill it! Kill Cao Xing! ”

The wound burst, coupled with strenuous exercise, coupled with emotional excitement, caused the blood to flow nonstop, and after shouting a few words, Yu Yu fainted directly.

The Lord will be unconscious, surrounded by the yellow turbans that had been organized in the collapse of the riots, and once again lost the backbone of the Lord.

"Kill!" Lei Gong let out a loud shout, raised his battle axe and rushed over, and with a powerful axe blade, he split the yellow scarf in the commotion in the head into two pieces.