Pan Min got off the horse and walked slowly, raised his feet and stepped over a low bush, the world in front of him seemed to open up all of a sudden, the vast plains of Hebei seemed to be closely connected with the blue sky, and the desolate loess was still desolate and lonely even if it was decorated with sparse squeezed grass and trees, which made people's scalp tingle. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There were no birds, no animals, the smell of blood was strong under the low hillside, and a few crows that loved to peck at carrion only stopped for a moment and flapped their wings a few times, as if even they were resisting this place.

Pan Min used his sword to cut through the grass, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a young body that had long lost his life lying on his back in the grass, a sharp arrow piercing his throat, and his life was mercilessly frozen in the most beautiful years.

The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, the strong crossbow around the corpse has been broken, and the empty quiver is being discarded at random, all of which seem to mock Pan Min's incompetence.

Pan Min and a few people walked forward quickly, the grass was littered with trampled marks, and the ground that had been turned over by weapons was mixed with grass juice or blood showing a disgusting color.

But there were even more corpses, and the men sent out in the past were lying there almost naked, all of whom had been ordered by him to pull out the Zhangjiao secret sentry in the area of Jieqiao and Guangzong. But it backfired, and not only did he not succeed, but he was killed. Even their proud Tiger Swallowing Head Armor was stripped clean by the red-eyed Yellow Turban thief!

There was not a single survivor at all, and Pan Min remembered that he had sent out a team of fifteen people, but now it was all presented in front of his eyes in the form of corpses.

After not getting any news of this team for a day, Pan Min felt that something was wrong, and went out of the camp in the morning to look for this group of missing soldiers, and did not find them until the afternoon, but unfortunately they were all killed.

These are the most elite groups of people in his Shengong Battalion, and I remember that they were still bragging and farting with him before the mission, saying that after the success of this mission, they were rewarded by the Metropolitan Governor, and they wanted to pay out of their pockets to invite their old boss to return to Wancheng to eat the best food in the world, drink the best Weijia spirits, and play the wildest girls...

But now it's only a brag ... Pan Min took Ma Zhong to lean down and close his eyes wide for each corpse, he could feel the unwillingness of these people before they died, and the eyes that were unwilling to close may be to remember the last prosperity of this world.

The passage of life can change a person, and war can make a prodigal child mature in an instant. Just like Pan Min, even if he is not a prodigal, but now he looks like a commander.

Death has never been far away from him, since he joined the Eagle Wolf Guard as a servant, he has to face a large number of corpses, a large number of news of the death of his companions, maybe one day he will be like these people, into a cold corpse.

Now he didn't show irritability, nor did he show obvious sadness, and there seemed to be a little hatred in his eyes, but he never expressed it.

After nodding at Ma Zhong, a group of people pulled out the Mo knife at their waists and worked together to dig a big pit and bury the corpses together.

There are no inscriptions, not even rudimentary offerings. After all, those who die on the battlefield never need to be honored.

There was already a commotion in the distance, and there was a faint sound of hooves, this was probably the dark whistle of the Yellow Turban coming back again, after all, the armor and ornaments on these eagle wolf guards were still very valuable, how could no one be moved by the Yellow Turban Thieves after making a big profit?

Pan Min's gloomy face was finally relieved a little, because at least now he could vent some of the bitterness in his chest. After a while, this group of elites of the Divine Bow Battalion quietly disappeared on the hillside.

A ghost cry of a yellow turban has sounded, constantly beckoning the companions behind them to follow quickly, the tiger swallowing armor on their bodies is so shiny, and the robbery of the Mo knife in their hands is so dazzling in this desolate land.

From their words, it is not difficult to hear Na's harsh show-off, how wise and powerful General Tiangong is, how brave he is, and how vulnerable the imperial army is after so many excellent equipment. The yellow scarf wrapped around their foreheads looked so out of place with the outfit that they finally blended in with their hideous countenances.

A group of yellow turbans shouted and dismounted, and the leader made a few beats in the grass with his weapons, but the corpses that should have died here were now missing, and after looking up and seeing the large grave, he already had a premonition that something was wrong.

The Yellow Turban Qu led by the Yellow Turban Canal suddenly warned loudly, and all the Yellow Turban soldiers had realized the crisis, and when they reacted, they quickly ran to their war horses.

This time they used almost as fast as they could, because they knew that if they were a little slower, they might be killed, and that in the enemy's ambush circle, only the war horse was the best means of escape.

But is it really urgent? It's late!

Suddenly the thatched grass rose to the sky on the low slope, and along with the weeds in the sky, there were more than thirty ironclad men, either with bows and arrows, or with strong crossbows, and the expressions on their faces were very distorted, like evil ghosts in the abyss!

The rain of arrows in the sky has enveloped the entire area, and the Shenbow Battalion did not spare any arrows this time, so they wanted to use a large area of firepower to cover and kill none of the Yellow Turban thieves!

When the person died, even the snatched tiger swallowing armor could not withstand the powerful and angry arrows, and most of the yellow turbans had fallen to the ground. The horse died, and those good horses from Jiyou and Sanzhou seemed to have become the venting tools of these "evil ghosts", and in their opinion, as long as it was related to the yellow turban, they would have to die!

Pan Min had already rushed out like crazy, threw the bow on the ground, and the Mo knife in his hand was clearly shaking, and he had continuously collected the yellow scarf that had not yet died.

The yellow scarf, who still has the ability to move, did not dare to approach this fierce god at all, and even his legs were swinging, forgetting to escape.

Pan Min's Mo knife easily cut off the neck of the Yellow Turban Thief, and by the way, he slashed down the knife and cut off half of his arm. He was still not satisfied, and slashed twice at the lifeless corpse of the yellow scarf, until a piece of green viscera rolled out, and then he stopped.

This is a massacre without suspense, the Eagle Wolf Guard's Divine Bow Battalion is not afraid of any soldiers and horses of the same number when they are prepared, and those arrows that kill countless people will tell you what is called Shura Hell!

Ma Zhong cut off the neck of the yellow scarf begging for mercy with a knife, and the blood flew into the air, and there was still an eleven or twelve-year-old child with a yellow scarf on his head, his face was already full of fear, and he had almost no ability to resist in the face of Ma Zhong of the same age.

Of course, his petite body could not stop Ma Zhong's angry Mo Dao.

There were corpses all over the ground, some young and some old, but they already had one thing in common, that is, headlessness.

The grave, which had not yet been sacrificed, was already filled with the heads of the yellow turbans, and Pan Min Ma Zhong wanted to use the blood of the enemy to comfort the spirit of the robe in the sky.

Pan Min was already laughing, the whole team was laughing, and the younger Ma Zhong didn't understand why these people were laughing at all.

Pan Min, who got up, patted Ma Zhong on the shoulder, and slowly said: "This is war, either you die or I live, and if you die, you die, you die, but it depends on whether your death is worth it." ”

The sunset finally sprinkled on this wasteland, and the blood on the loess and the flush in the sky reflected each other, but it seemed that no matter how it was photographed, it was not illuminated by the desolation after being ravaged by the yellow turban.

Zhang Jiao's yellow scarves are no longer a vulnerable group, when the officials in Jizhou were cut down and the family was destroyed, their butcher's knives were already aimed at the innocent people and at the large areas of fertile land in Jizhou.

These are just food for them to store, if they are hungry and take a knife to cut some and eat it.

"Hey, should we report this?" The petite master on horseback had already spoken, and his face was very bad, but there was still some immature face that looked very disproportionate to the blood all over his body.

"Report it." Pan Min's face looked a little better, and he said to Ma Zhong: "The big deal is that he will be punished by the governor, and what his old man cares about most is that his people are cleaned up by other people's secret sentinels." ”

On horseback, Ma Zhong pursed his mouth and stopped talking. He knew that even if the Governor of Wei was punishing him, it would be impossible for Ye Yanshi's punishment to be called on him, at most he would be publicly criticized. But what the current Eagle Wolf Guard cares about most is face, who wants to be dismissed in public by the black-faced Commander Yu?

The men of the Shengong camp all lowered their heads, and one of them was notoriously slippery, and looked at a bag around Pan Minma's neck, and he knew that there was a jar of good wine and some food in it.

"Excuse me, if you say something you shouldn't say, your brothers' revenge will be avenged, so you can't be so dull all the time. Thinking that this Jieqiao Guangzong is a desolate figure tossed by Zhang Jiao's old bastard, if the good wine on the neck of the horse makes the brothers drink it at night, a few big radishes can also be regarded as appetizers, General Lu governs the army strictly, and the brothers have not been drunk for a long time. ”

You must know that on weekdays, the Eagle Wolf Guards are all independent military systems, and Yuan Shu does not give the soldiers to drink, but he is very generous to the Eagle Wolf Guard, knowing that they often work at night, and rewarding them with a few glasses of liquor is also a refreshment. But now that Lu Zhi is in charge, Yuan Shu doesn't mention this stubble at all.

"Fuck you!" Pan Min shuddered and buckled on the man's head, "The wine on my horse's neck was sent to us by the Governor of the Metropolitan to heal our wounds, and if you drink too much, your life will be over!" That's not a big radish, it's a ginseng that Lao Tzu transported back from Liaodong thousands of miles! Precious tight! ”

The alcohol after Wei Yu was made was stronger than the Wei family's liquor, and it was distributed to the army according to the amount, but many people had begun to steal fish, and Wei Yu also turned a blind eye to the desolation of this Guangzong area.

"You said it, but last night, the little one didn't hold back and went to Liu Dutong to take a sip of it, and he was afraid that the governor would blame him, so he thought about simply drinking it to death and pulling it down. Who knows, he didn't die, and he was still nervous, and he just pulled the four-stone bow to shoot those yellow turban dog cubs, and he also pulled it open, could it be that this is a return to the light? ”

Ma Zhong was young, and he couldn't help laughing when this person said it, and then the big deception began to laugh. The man immediately gained courage at the sight and continued to speak.

"The Metropolitan Governor knows that we are good, this Eagle Wolf Guard is also doing a decent job, and my daughter-in-law has the capital to brag about between the concubines.

But this Guangzong is really not a place for people to stay, and there is not even a decent field for dozens of miles, let alone people. General Lu Zhi also knows that he is a Confucian general, but I don't understand, what can General Lu do in a war as a scholar? I heard that they have been staying in Guangzong for a year, and if they continue like this, the brothers don't know how long they will stay in this fading bird. ”

As soon as the man spoke, a group of people nodded in agreement, but what he said was just the beginning, and he continued to speak.

"That Zhang Bao Zhang Liang will Guangzong like a king and eight shells, the brothers will definitely not be able to infiltrate, this is not only to remove the secret whistle? If you die a few brothers, the big guys can understand. It's just that this dark whistle will always be cleaned up one day, right? At that time, the brothers had nothing to do and had to suffocate to death? Rather than die like this, it is better for you to give me a jar of wine to heal the sick, and to drink death is also a good man. ”

Pan Min was moved by this, it will definitely not work if it goes on like this, the Eagle Wolf Guard is Yuan Shu's Eagle Dog, then it must be operated all the time, Lu Zhi has been stopping the army in a desolate place, and the Eagle Wolf Guard will definitely lose its sharpness if he has nothing to do all day.

But he thought of what Wei Yu had told him this morning, and then glared at the man, and said angrily: "What do you know if you don't know a Wang Ba calf?" The Metropolitan Governor said that although it will drag on for a few months, it will not be too long for this Guangzong to be taken, and when the city is broken, there will be a place for you to rectify law and order! ”

"Is it true?" As soon as the man asked, even Ma Zhong looked at Pan Min eagerly, hoping to get his answer, it seemed that these people had really stayed enough in this desolate place.

"Shut your foul mouth, can the words of the Metropolitan Governor be fake?" Pan Min snorted, at least Wei Yu's words he never doubted.

After this episode, Pan Min and Ma Zhong continued to patrol the vicinity with a team of thirty people, and with the participation of these two people, there was no longer a dark post of the Yellow Turban within a radius of at least fifty miles. After being satisfied, Pan Min also ordered to return to the camp, but this time, he passed by the position where his subordinates had just been buried.

Now the wilderness is deep, Pan Min dismounted and set up two torches in front of the grave, probably thinking that the fire light could illuminate the way for these people to be reborn.

This time, after all, it was because of his light enemy that caused casualties, he didn't say anything, but the torture in his heart never stopped.

Ma Zhong's petite body was a little blurry under the red light, and the thirty men became silent again, even if they had just joked about the person, there was a faint sound of sobbing.

You can not care about it during the day, but the sad mood of darkness naturally climbs into people's hearts. After all, night is the easiest time for people to express their emotions.

Pan Min looked at the starlight in the night sky, his heart was trembling, he wanted to get rid of the old everything, wanted to be reborn, wanted to face new challenges, and even had the idea of giving himself a new name...

Jieqiao is a famous big city in history, because of the long and narrow terrain, the city wall is not high, and the narrow corridor is empty for a hundred miles, because of this terrain in history, Gongsun Zhan's White Horse Yi was destroyed in a flash, and it is also to make Juyi's first death famous in a war.

However, no matter which side of the Jieqiao faction is, he only regards it as a corridor and a supply station, and it is impossible to repair the city here, let alone the army in Litun, and even Lu Zhi has a total of more than 100,000 troops outside the city and camped in front of Guangzong.

There are large and small gaps on the city tower, and the rampant yellow turbans have made this place even more dilapidated, if you insist on giving him an adjective at night, it is enough to say two words, desolate!

The current coach Lu Zhizheng complained the same as the soldiers of the Shengong Battalion, it has been stagnant here for almost a year, and although grain and grass are constantly transported from the pass, it is still far from enough in the face of such a large expense.

Lu Zhi's soldiers are the same, it is a very demoralizing thing to stagnate for a long time, not to mention that there is not enough military food, where is this still the strong soldier before the expedition?

I remember that the army of the Eastern Han Dynasty court that was evaluated by later generations, the Yulin Army and the soldiers and horses of the five schools were definitely the best. But when Wei Yu looks at it now, no matter how he looks at it, he thinks that this group of people are all like turtles, Larry's sloppy black underwear, loosely draped in iron armor. Some of the iron armor was damaged, and some didn't get timely supplies, so they cut bamboo and strung it together, and simply used it as bamboo armor, but this can also be regarded as a Han Heavenly Army?

Wei Yu met Liu Bei and Guan Yu here again, these two are old acquaintances, but now they have formed a friendship with Zhang Fei Taoyuan, Liu Bei has never spoken to him, but Guan Yu obviously looks like he wants to say something.

Fortunately, Gongsun Chan gave him a kind of cordial feeling, this person who once led Bai Ma Yi to rescue himself is really a hearty man, although he was not cold to Wei Yu at the time, but he has no acquaintances outside the perennial battle, and he is fed up with Liu Da'er, so he is familiar with Wei Yu.

Lu Zhizhijun couldn't drink, and the two of them drank the tea brought by Wei Yu, and as soon as the conversation began, Wei Yu heard all the complaints of this man.

In fact, it's no wonder that Gongsun Chan is the kind of person who goes straight, where can he stand Lu Zhi's so-called waiting opportunity? It's just that because of the master's face, Gongsun Chan can't explain it.

"Brother, although I am not as good as the family of Zhongdao, but I am still very generous to my subordinates, these northland gun men are all flesh and blood men, usually eat meat, and are used to cutting people with big knives, how can I suffer this crime?

Now the teacher has been stationed in the army for too long, and the food and grass are no longer sufficient, and the leaders of these soldiers assigned by the imperial court are some mallets, and the only way for them to cook is to cook in a pot, and cook the wild vegetables and stinky meat that I don't know where to get them. The key is that I don't care if I'm full, my teacher ordered to save food, and the group of people under my command can only eat eighty percent full, and they can't stop calling every day. No, several of my white horses have died, and my brother is distressed. ”

Fetish Gongsun Zan almost burst into tears when he talked about the white horse, raised his glass, and said: "It's okay if you don't go to war, but once the war starts, how can we soldiers fight?" Thinking that General Huangfu's soldiers and horses are still in Yecheng, he can only rely on those men and horses of Changtinghou. ”

Wiping the water marks on his mouth, Gongsun Chan continued: "The master's art of war is actually not suitable for here, and now the thieves in the Yellow Turban are hoping that you don't attack, so he can't keep out, and the grain and grass sent by Julu Nanpi must be faster than Guanzhong, right?" And they only need to feed the people who can fight, as for the people who are coerced, where do they care if they live or die? ”

Gongsun Zhan suddenly got up and pointed to the outside of the camp, "Zhongdao, look at it, what has become of the desolation in the area of this Jieqiao Guangzong?" Where are there people in that Jieqiao City except for logistics soldiers? The blood stains on the black city walls are not cleaned, and the dead corpses all over the ground invite flies to buzz around people, and they can't get rid of them, which is really annoying! ”

As soon as Gongsun Chan said this, Wei Yu only felt numb, he definitely had a habit of cleanliness, as Gongsun Zai said, he saw the messy city, the messy market, and the messy people during the day, and there was always some inexplicable irritability in his heart.

Well, Wei Yu was firmly complaining from Gongsun Zhan's words. Talk more about the tenderness of the iron man, but once the iron man complains, it is unbearable.

Finally came out of Gongsun Zhan's tent, Wei Yu just wanted to go back and have a look, and halfway through the road, he heard the news that Yuan Shu was sick.

The harsh environment and a few heavy rains, and more importantly, everything here always makes people feel depressed, Yuan Shu IV and the third prince are used to being delicate, and it is reasonable to fall ill.

Fortunately, it was just a cold wind, although the high fever did not go away, but under the care of Zhang Zhongjing, it could be regarded as maintaining the condition in front of him, looking at Yuan Shu, who was tied with a strip of cloth tied to his head, was a little unconscious, and kept calling Ganmei's name, but Wei Yu felt that something needed to be done.

As soon as Yuan Shu is ill, then Yuan Shu's army is responsible for himself, everything here shows that Lu Zhi's tactics are indeed problematic, in Wei Yu's opinion, many need to be banned, and many need to be improved.

What's more, it is not far from the recall of Lu Zhi and Liu Hong to punish the crime in history, and now that the Yellow Turban Rebellion is nearing the end stage, Wei Yu feels that it is necessary to add a force.

After walking out of Yuan Shu's tent, Wei Yu looked up and looked around, it was quite quiet, but it was even more desolate. Then he walked towards Lu Zhi's tent without looking back...