Huangfu Song nodded, after all, his lieutenant and Sima were all from the capital Luoyang, and they also hoped that by virtue of this time to pacify the yellow moth, it would be worth fighting for their lives. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The rebels recruited by Qin Zhong were illiterate peasants, and after experiencing the devastation of the battlefield, they needed to recuperate.

Huangfu Song needed to balance the military exploits of the relatives of the high-ranking officials in the capital under him, and Qin Zhong's wise choice to stay in the rear at this time was naturally very suitable for him.

Qin Zhong led his subordinates Wang Meng and Yang Da and the rest of the lieutenants back to the camp in the northeast, and some of the rebel soldiers began to build arrow towers and defensive tools.

In the evening, a group of soldiers surrounded a pair of campfires, and they exchanged something from time to time, and let out a hearty smile.

Yang Da mingled with several lieutenants, and cared for the injured brothers, and everyone agreed to wait until the world was peaceful, and then go back to their hometown to guard a few acres of fields and live a leisurely pastoral life.

Qin Zhong specially went to the tent of the wounded, checked the recovery of the wounded soldiers, tucked the quilts for them, and asked about the food.

In fact, what Qin Zhong can do is really limited, it is a luxury to want big fish and meat during the war, it is already very good to be able to have 10,000 hot rice millet, and more often it is directly gnawing on hard flatbread.

After walking around the camp in the quarter, it was already close to midnight, Qin Zhong stretched his waist and returned to his big tent to rest.

At the same time, a cacophony rang out outside the camp.

"Who, sneaky—"

"Come out—"

As the soldiers on the perimeter cheered, a large number of people emerged from the black and oppressive jungle not far away, everyone scarred, the only sign being the blood-red yellow scarf tied to their foreheads.

"Yellow Turban Demon—"

"Cold front, don't make a mistake-"

The centurion beside him hurriedly scolded his colleagues, Qin Zhong treated these Yellow Turban believers with magnanimity, and told them not to pursue the stragglers along the way, they were still the people of the Han Dynasty.

"Why, Wild War, have you forgotten those comrades and siblings who died tragically in the Long Society?" Leng Feng looked at him dissatisfiedly and shouted.

Leng Feng will not forget that in that Changbao security battle, his own brother died tragically under the stray arrow, the young man who likes musical instruments.

"Bastard—"

Furious Zhan glanced at Leng Feng fiercely, and said viciously: "You listen to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is a soldier, not a murderous thug, never kills unarmed women and children, put down the knife in my hand for me." ”

Leng Feng's pupils froze, and his resolute face turned red with anger, and in the end, he still stupidly inserted the ring knife into the scabbard.

"Hmph-"

"Immediately go and inform Shogun Nakaro!"

As he spoke, Furious War sent a soldier to inform Qin Zhong that he was gone, and he saw the group of ragged people in front of him.

At that time, Qin Zhong was thinking about the red sleeves and Bo Yue in Luoyang City, and I was in bed, tossing and turning.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in his ears, "Report-" Outside the big tent, the herald shouted respectfully.

"What's the matter—"

Qin Zhong sat up suddenly, secretly wondering if there was a yellow moth coming to disturb the camp?

Immediately, Qin Zhong clenched the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow beside the bed, and the loud voice of the soldier came from his ears: "Lord Qiyu, an unknown number of Yellow Turban soldiers have been found outside the camp, the current patrol of the Wild Battle, Cold Front Centurion has already contacted them, now send me to inform the Lord and ask what to do!"

"Okay, got it, I'll go."

Let's say, Qin Zhong wrapped his cotton robe tightly and hurriedly ran out, he had to treat the Yellow Turban soldiers differently, after all, they were essentially just bewitched people.

Therefore, no matter what, Qin Zhong will try to help these poor people who have lost their way.

The dark night sky was lit up by red torches, and against the backdrop of bright swords and guns, the leader of this wave of yellow turban soldiers came tremblingly.

The soldiers of the pioneer battalion held the halberd and guarded Qin Zhong's left and right tightly, and this period of training and actual combat on the battlefield made their cooperation more and more tacit.

"My lord, we came to surrender and don't want to fight anymore."

The leader was a middle-aged man, skinny and skinny, he leaned over and said softly.

At night, the men in the camp buried the pot to cook, and the aroma was overflowing, and the desperate Yellow Turban believers watched from outside.

Of course, the arrow towers in the camp and the halberds of the soldiers patrolling outside the gate also appeared in their eyes.

Knowing the appearance of a young man, although he was also wearing a brown robe, his face was unusually white, like a white-faced scholar often described in storytelling.

The young man called himself Bo Yue, and she suggested that this group of Yellow Turban soldiers surrender directly, of course, this group of Yellow Turban soldiers was not ready to fight.

"Are you the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army or the Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army?"

Considering that many soldiers were injured or even killed on the battlefield in the Shangshe Guard Battle, Qin Zhong asked euphemistically.

"If you go back to your lordship, we are the Yellow Turban Army around Yingchuan."

Qin Zhong nodded, and after registering the number of people, let them enter the camp, since sending Zhou Cang to go around the area of Chen Liu, and rob the manor lord like Weizi and them, Qin Zhong has a lot of money in his hands.

Qin Zhong and Luo Jun, the prime minister of Chen Guoguo, reached an agreement to buy grain and grass in the city at a reasonable price, and the supply of grain and grass in the big tent was sufficient at this time.

Yang Da led this group of Yellow Turban believers to sit in the southwest corner of the camp, and at the same time, the gang began to bury the pot and cook, Qin Zhong took a slight look at the group of people, and then took his subordinates to prepare to return to his camp.

"Hey, who are you, why are you following us?"

At this time, there was the voice of the guards scolding behind him, Qin Zhong turned around, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he said in his heart, if there was just a lack of a warm bed, God would send her over.

is really worthy of Bocai's sister, and she dared to come out alone in the chaotic season.

Qin Zhong walked over quickly, grabbed the young brown-robed young man, and said softly, "Bo Yue, why are you messing around here?" ”

"Hey, you're so weird, why are you pulling and pulling?"

The young Yellow Turban soldier frowned and said sharply, but in Qin Zhong's ears, there was a taste, as gentle as a girl's coquettishness.

Qin Zhong dragged Bo Yue to the big tent, and the moment the curtain was covered, the square scarf on Bo Yue's head fell, revealing a black and green silk floating in the wind.

"Ahh