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At three poles in the morning, Mu Yi practiced a set of boxing in his small garden, and was about to wash up and have breakfast, when the edict of the imperial court had been sent to his house.

Emperor Han Ling's heart is so worried! I knew that I shouldn't have removed Lu Zhi, and I wanted to change someone who could fight a little, but who knew that Dong Zhuo turned out to be a straw bale, and he hadn't won a battle in two months. If this kind of consumption continued, Emperor Han Ling was really afraid that all the money in his small treasury would be spent.

In the past few days, Emperor Han Ling was pondering whether he should change someone who could fight a little bit to Jizhou to take over Dong Zhuo's position, but after thinking about it, he couldn't find a person who could take on the big responsibility.

Who knew that just last night, Zhang Rang and the queen recommended Mu Yi one after another.

If he hadn't mentioned it, Emperor Han Ling would have forgotten Mu Yi long ago. But after their reminder, Emperor Han Ling suddenly remembered the twists and turns that Huangfu Song sent him.

So Emperor Ling of Han agreed on the spot and appointed Mu Yi as a temporary representative: General Zuo Zhonglang, who immediately set off to take over Dong Zhuo's position.

At the same time, a team of Praetorian Guards was sent to Jizhou to escort Dong Zhuo into Beijing.

Dong Zhuo is not Lu Zhi, don't look at the war as a straw bag, but people are ghosts and ghosts. Originally, he was escorted to Beijing for trial, but this guy secretly gave Zhang Rang a large sum of gold and silver. Not only was he not convicted, but he got the position of an assassin envoy of Xiliang, in charge of all military affairs in Xiliang.

These are all later words, but for now, let's talk about Mu Yi first.

Mu Yi has nothing to clean up, although he has been in this era for more than two months, and he has not created a decent outfit for himself.

He had none of his horses, armor, or weapons. It's not that he doesn't want to buy it, but these things are too expensive, and if he wants to buy this outfit, the family business he earns in two months is not enough!

Therefore, Mu Yi only took a waist knife and a repeating crossbow made by himself, as well as some bottles and cans and set out on the journey.

Miao Xiaodie helped him freshen up, and said reluctantly, "Ah Lang......"

Mu Yi interrupted her words with a slight smile: "Look at the house, if it is fast, it will be three or two months, and if it is slow, it will definitely come back in half a year." If the second brother comes back, let him wait at home and don't have to go to Jizhou. ”

"Hmm~" Miao Xiaodie nodded with teary eyes.

Mu Yi went to Jizhou with the Praetorian Guards, and what he saw and heard along the way made this traverser who was born and grew up in New China under the red flag feel extremely sour.

Originally, the common people lived in a very poor life, but they just caught up with the large-scale uprising of the Yellow Turban Thieves.

Most of the people have no food at home, so they can only dig wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger.

Looking at the blue sky, Mu Yi slowly closed his eyes, and secretly thought in his heart: "In the future, there will be more than one billion people, and the land planted is not as much as it is now, but everyone is not worried about eating and drinking. However, now that he has such a large area of land, the population is less than one-tenth of that of the future generations, but he is starving everywhere, if he has the opportunity to govern one side, he dare not say that he will make everyone rich, but the first thing to do is to let everyone have no worries about food and clothing!"

After several days of horseback riding, Mu Yi's bones were about to fall apart, and when he arrived in Guangzong City, Mu Yi's legs were worn out with a layer of skin in between.

Although he learned to ride a horse in his previous life, he didn't ride like this every day. Compared with the cars of later generations, the means of transportation of ancient people are simply suffering.

When Dong Zhuo saw Mu Yi, he didn't mention how resentful he was. In his opinion, his dismissal has a lot to do with this little white face.

No matter how much resentment he had in his heart, he could only go to Luoyang with the Praetorian Guards now.

However, Dong Zhuo can't fight, but he is a thief when he does other things. In order not to be guilty on his way, he directly took out a box of gold and distributed it to the Praetorian Guard.

Therefore, Dong Zhuo was not escorted into Beijing like Lu Zhi, but leisurely, and arrived in Luoyang with stops and stops along the way.

Mu Yi was not in the mood to care about how he got to Luoyang, but directly moved his entourage into the big tent of the Chinese army and took over the transfer of troops.

Originally, Mu Yi was going to have a meal first, and then sleep beautifully to relieve the fatigue of his journey.

But the safety of tens of thousands of troops is now pinned on him alone, as the commander of the three armies, how can he not know the situation in the barracks? So I didn't bother to rest, so I inspected the barracks first.

The most important thing in ancient warfare was grain and grass, Mu Yi first inspected the granary, and after seeing a few soldiers, he was speechless to the extreme, just such a little defender, Dong Zhuo, the big fat man, is not afraid of problems in the granary?

Walking and stopping, Mu Yi came to a corner, quite inconspicuous barracks.

The strange thing is that there are not many soldiers in this area, although there are only a few hundred people, but everyone is strictly military-regulated, whether it is a bright post or a secret sentry, as well as a soldier who is training, they all reveal a fierce spirit, and they are obviously soldiers who have seen blood.

"Who is the commander in the barracks here?" Mu Yi asked curiously a soldier beside him who was leading the way.

"If you go back to the general, this is Liu Bei's camp."

Hearing this, Mu Yi's heart suddenly burst, Liu Bei? If Liu Bei is here, then are Guan Yu and Zhang Fei also here?

Since he met Liu Bei here, he still has to meet the other party, while he is down now, it is better to help him, maybe he can go to Liu Bei to eat when he can't mix in the future.

What's more, Mu Yi really wants to see what the legendary Guan Er Ye looks like?

Mu Yi walked into the camp, because he was not wearing official robes, no one in the barracks cared, let alone stepped forward to salute.

As soon as he walked outside the tent, Mu Yi heard the sound of talking inside the tent.

"Hahaha...... Big brother, I know that Dong Zhuo is going to get out sooner or later, how about it? Let me be right? However, I heard that the above sent a milky little hairy child as a Zhonglang general, according to rumors, the new Zhonglang General once saved the life of the queen's mother, and killed the first wave of the Yingchuan Yellow Turban thief, and the emperor also gave him a gold medal of "invincible in the world". From my point of view, he is an embroidered pillow, if you meet me Zhang Yide......"

Liu Bei saw that Zhang Feiyue was talking more and more, so he hurriedly stopped: "Third brother Hugh wants to talk nonsense, be careful of trouble coming out of your mouth."

"Ahem......"

At this moment, a dry cough came from outside the door, which startled Liu Bei, Zhang Fei and others.

If others are allowed to hear this, they will be punished for the crime of contempt for their superiors, and there will be no place to reason if they want to.

Mu Yi opened the curtain and walked into the tent, scanned around with a smile, and looked at the three people in front of him.

Needless to say, one of the men with two ears and shoulders and hands over his knees was also Liu Bei.

Needless to say, this long leopard head and ringed eyes must be Zhang Fei and Zhang Yide.

The one who is eight feet tall, with red phoenix eyes, lying silkworm eyebrows, and a face like a heavy jujube, you don't have to think about it, it must be the legendary Guan Yu Guan Yunchang.

Seeing the idol in his heart, Mu Yi almost excitedly stepped forward to ask the other party to sign it.

But now he is the backbone of the three armies, and if he really does that, it won't make people laugh off his big teeth.

"Ahem...... A certain is the new Zhonglang general Mu Yi, and the three of them want to be Liu Guanzhang of Taoyuan's three alliances? ”

Hearing that the other party was the new Zhonglang general, Liu Guanzhang and the three hurriedly gave a salute. No matter how old or young the other party is, where the official positions of the other party are, the three of them are still white, and they dare not hold up in front of each other.

Stretching out his hand to help the three of them, Mu Yi frowned and asked, "Liu Guanzhang and the three of them have fought dozens of battles since the Yellow Turban Uprising, and they are such heroes and heroes, who arranged this kind of horns?"

"Yes...... It's Dong Zhuo!" The soldier who followed Mu Yi in stood quietly and replied.

Mu Yi turned to Liu Guanzhang and hugged his fists: "Three heroes like this, if you stay here, it will only make the pearl dusty, or follow the general to the central tent on the hour."

"Whoa!"

After such a small episode, Mu Yi felt a lot more energetic in his heart, and he couldn't imagine that the legendary Second Master Guan was now listening to it under his command, and he felt happy when he thought about it.

On the hour, Mu Yi took Liu Bei and others to inspect the wounded barracks.

Far away, Mu Yi heard a heart-rending scream.

Guan Yu saw Mu Yi frowning, stepped forward and arched his hand: "The wounded soldier camp is like this, often there are not many soldiers killed in frontal combat on the battlefield, most of them are injured and sent to the wounded barracks, and there are screams of wounded soldiers inside."

Mu Yi nodded, and as soon as he walked into the camp, he saw the wounded soldiers lying on the ground.

There are some people who have missing arms and legs, and they are screaming like pigs in pain.

At this moment, an old man with a white beard, dragging two bloodstained hands, said to several soldiers: "Carry it out!" There's no salvation left!"

"Military ...... Military...... Save ......" the wounded soldier stretched out a hand and pleaded weakly.

Seeing this, Mu Yi's face turned cold, and he was gloomy enough to squeeze out water.

Mu Yi stepped forward and pushed away the soldiers who were about to lift the wound away, and angrily pointed at the old man with a white beard and scolded: "He is not dead yet, why should you deprive him of his life?" Every soldier is raised by his father's mother, and they also have their own wives and children. ”

The old man's beard trembled a little, and he pointed at Mu Yi and said, "You ...... You are a yellow-mouthed child, you are really angry with the old man! Didn't you see that he had been wounded by an arrow, and the wound had begun to fester, and soldiers like this had to die seven or eight times a day, not to mention the old man, even the imperial doctor in the palace was helpless. If he hurts his hand, cut off his arm. If it's the leg that hurts, cut off the leg is. But he hurt his chest, is it possible to cut off his chest? ”

Mu Yi snorted coldly: "Who said that if the wound is inflamed, it should be cut off?" If you are not good at learning your own arts, don't jump to conclusions! Let General Ben teach you how to deal with inflamed wounds today. ”

The wound that Mu Yi said was inflamed, and the people present did not understand. But when I think about it, I guess it means a festering wound!