Jiao He was not good at leading the troops as an official, he had many sharp soldiers and sufficient food, and he left when he saw the holy army, and did not dare to fight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at such a sentence summary about Jiao He at hand, thinking that Jiao He, a pure soy sauce party in history, does not seem to have won any battles, although it has more than 100,000 soldiers and horses in Qingzhou for several months, but as soon as the battle is fought, it will flee, and only more than 10,000 people swept through most of Qingzhou when the Bu Ji Department revolted, and now I don't know what stimulants I have eaten, and I dare to suddenly march into the army to brush a wave of existence when the Yellow Turban Army is in the limelight.

You must know that this brother Tai can reorganize his arms and fight since the Yellow Turban Uprising, and as a result, he ran once and again, and stiffly turned the dizziness of tens of thousands of Han soldiers and horses, and sent many waves of experience to Bu Ji in vain, and now he has run to Jiao He, the easternmost Beihai, and for some reason he ran out with troops to show his sense of existence, I don't know how his brain grows.

However, no matter what he thought, now Han Yuan just wanted to say: "Brother, you can!" ”

If it weren't for the fact that the environment and the situation were not quite right, Han Yuan really wanted to award him a big Han Dynasty Peace Award to him, to commend Jiao He, who was cowardly and did not dare to fight, and who was constantly marching into the army.

After making it clear that he led his troops to support Qingzhou, he took the 7,000 cavalry and 500 yellow turban wrestlers carefully selected by the headquarters to travel through Qinghe Country and began the first step of his independent development.

……

Just as Han Yuan was marching through a valley along the way, a melodious song suddenly came from the slope of the valley next to him.

The sound of singing faintly echoing in his ears made Han Yuan inexplicable for a while.

After all, it has been more than half a year since the Three Kingdoms, and in addition to training, he is fighting, in addition to cutting targets, he is cutting people, and he suddenly heard the tactful singing, which made him sigh, and he was also intoxicated with his fantasy for a while.

"Whoever makes a song, go and invite people to Ben General."

After looking around, Han Yuan found that the singing was faintly coming from the left side of the valley, so he ordered the guards to invite him, after all, in this noisy Qinghe country, there is no ordinary reason for people who are interested in making songs for themselves, or who specialize in making songs to attract attention.

Thinking about the stinky problems of those great sages in history, either they like to play performance art with a sassy bag, or they sing to themselves, or they drink and howl, Zhang Jiao can't help laughing, could it be that he has also met a "great sage"?

However, thinking about the Yellow Turban Army's infamous appearance in Shilin now, he still has some doubts about the conjecture of this "great sage".

Hearing Han Yuan's order, more than a dozen guards immediately urged Ma to "invite" someone to go.

After only a sigh of reinerence, the song was interrupted by the vulgar guards uninterestingly, followed by a "da-da" sound of horses' hooves, which was the way the guards directly threw the singer on the horse and "invited" him back.

Han Yuan, who had a trace of interest in his heart, ordered Du Yuan to continue to lead the troops forward, and he led the cavalry of the personal guard battalion to stay in place, wanting to see what kind of person this was, and he sang like crazy in this kind of mountain wilderness.

"I can walk! Why are you throwing me on horseback? ”

After the guards arrived at Han Yuan's side, a burst of loess rose around him, and the scribes who were obviously choked spat a few mouthfuls of foam, then jumped to their feet and scolded these knights.

"This man is so daring."

Although he hadn't looked at the positive figure of this scribe, just looking at this mentality and unpretentious attitude made Han Yuan suddenly feel good about it, and he had a preliminary recognition of it.

The knights did not react to the scribe's scolding, and still poked there like a log, making the scribe feel bored after scolding a few words, and then turned to face Han Yuan.

The face is weekly, the figure is medium, and the robes worn by scribes in this era are very decent, but because of the dust just now, it looks a little sloppy.

Take a closer look, the eyes flashing in the plain face, and the mustache that makes people feel endless joy at a glance, just because of the anger just now, is still shaking, so that Han Yuan can't help but be happy.

"Who are you? Don't you know that there is danger everywhere in the chaos of war now? ”

Han Yuan stiffened his face and asked the scribe with the corners of his mouth hooked.

"Hmph, where did the chaos come from?"

The scribe was not easy to get along with, and his words provoked the angry eyes of Han Yuan's surrounding guards, and the grumpy ones even put their hands on the hilt of the knife, waiting for Han Yuan's order to chop it into pulp.

"Chaos comes from the family, taking the interests of the country and seeking personal interests, taking advantage of the tricks, taking care of oneself and forgetting the world, the beetle is broken, the building will fall, the people are not happy, and they have to rebel, that is, this is what they say!" ”

Han Yuan, who was silent for a while, gave his summary of the past half a year in the late Han Dynasty.

The chaos of the world comes from the family! It is also commonly known as the big dog.

"Hehe, since the general thinks that the family is in turmoil, why don't you know the court, but be willing to rebel?"

This scribe didn't seem to be affected by Han Yuan's statement, the shaky mustache and the shining eyes stared at Han Yuan after asking his own question, expecting a satisfactory answer.

"Look for death!"

"Hanting's lackey, take your life!"

"Rotten!"

……

Before Han Yuan could speak, the guards who were already furious one by one heard the scribe so blatantly say that the Yellow Turban Army was a thief, and there was a burst of angry scolding, and the crisp sound of drawing the sword out of the sheath echoed in this field.

After pressing his hand and signaling the guards not to get excited, Han Yuan continued.

"The Imperial Court? Whose court is it? If the court is clear, my Han Guanzhi is willing to be a step in the frontier! ”

The resounding words told Han Yuan's thoughts.

To tell the truth, when it comes to Chinese history, it must be said that the strong Han Dynasty is prosperous in the Tang Dynasty, and today's Han Dynasty is dressed in the glory of conquering the world, and there are concubines everywhere in the world, if he can, why doesn't he want to bathe in the glory of the strong man? It's a pity that he became a member of the Yellow Turban Army in the troubled times, desperate and had no way to serve the country.

"The general is really a warrior."

Han Yuan's sincere answer made the scribe have to bow to him to show his admiration for Han Yuan's thoughts.

"So the general is going, but is it to avoid trouble?"

Just when Han Yuan thought that the trial of the conversation between the two had been completed and they could introduce each other, the scribe suddenly spit out a question that made Han Yuan's heart beat after being silent for a while.

In the words that seemed to be interrogative, what was revealed from his burning eyes was a confirmation of Han Yuan's heart.

Han Yuan, who was still silent on the surface, was already confused after being pointed out what he thought in his heart, his brain was blank, he didn't know what to say, his dry lips didn't seem to be able to tell the purpose of his purpose to support Bu Ji.

"Bold!"

"I'm here to support Marshal Bu Jiqu, you scribe deserve to die!"

……

There was another burst of chickens and dogs, of course, without Han Yuan's signal, the guards were just looking for pleasure verbally.