Cao Cao led the army to retreat from Hebei, leaving no soldier or soldier, and gave up the rich land of Hebei to the two brothers Yuan Tan and Yuan Shang, the Yuan family watched Cao Cao's retreat from a distance, dumbfounded, is this guy not wanting to play after Yuan Shao died?

From Jizhou, Hebei Province, to Luoyang, preparing to recapture Chang'an, which was occupied by Zhang Quan, marched slowly, and would arrive in about three months.

However, it was said that Liu Bei's declining army and remnants encountered Gan Ning, and his desire for life inspired Liu Bei's last scorching fighting spirit, and he rushed to the crown in anger, and the fighting spirit of nearly 10,000 soldiers was also ignited, and he rushed towards Gan Ning's army. Ganning's four thousand well-trained Jiangdong soldiers charged in the canyon, sharp and sharp, like the tip of a needle; Liu Bei sprinted with less than 10,000 soldiers and horses, although the equipment was bleak, but the fighting spirit was high, like a wheat, Liu Bei charged in the center of the army.

The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang, one is tough on the outside and the inside is the same, one is the outside and soft on the inside, what else is there to say, of course, the wheat mang is bent and broken at the touch.

Liu Bei was defeated, 10,000 horses were militia in the end, and they could only be overwhelmed by their power, in this narrow canyon, the test of individual combat and individual cooperation, was killed by Gan Ning's soldiers and horses. Fortunately, Liu Bei didn't want to win, but just broke through, Liu Bei watched the soldiers in front of them at the cost of their lives to open the way with difficulty, and shouted, "People, rush quickly!" Home ahead! It's a harmonious and beautiful world! Then the soldiers protected him and rushed past the Ganning army, Liu Bei rushed to find that there were no enemy troops in front of him, and then to the end of the canyon, in the fluttering snowflakes, he saw a faint sight of a city, as if beckoning to him. So what are you waiting for? Liu Bei ran away, and as for the soldiers behind him, ah, he forgot to save them.

A few days later, Liu Bei successfully returned to Lujiang, after the defeat, his spirit was decadent, even in the lost soldiers and soldiers came to Lujiang one after another, continued to follow Liu Bei, the soldiers and horses in the city, and gradually there were 30,000 people, although Liu Bei felt that he should be very happy intellectually, but his heart was not happy, and he barely smiled out to comfort the soldiers.

Defeated, tired, just like Yuan Shao after the official crossing, although there is still a lot of power, but he no longer has the courage to conquer the world. When you are tired, you don't want to fight anymore, and you have no reason to live in the world anymore.

Liu Bei said to Sun Gan tiredly: "Lujiang will be handed over to Qing, Gu left 10,000 soldiers and horses, and led other people back to Huainan Shouchun, Qing can't hold Lujiang, and Gu won't blame." Sun Gan nodded, he had seen the twilight of a hero, Liu Bei had struggled, had been brilliant, and now it has declined, but unfortunately now Liu Bei's career has not succeeded, internal and external troubles, what reason do he have to refuse the request of a dying person.

Liu Bei knows that people are the foundation of the world, even if he is dying, he will not forget his original intention, let the people of Lujiang move to Shouchun with him, and let them confiscate the grain if they are unwilling, and it will not work if they don't follow Liu Bei. Lujiang was moved into an empty city by Liu Bei, with only Sun Qian's 10,000 soldiers and half a year's military rations.

Three or four hundred thousand people went north, the people were tired, ten miles a day, now it is the middle of winter, the land of Jianghuai can be seen everywhere mottled frost, sometimes fluttering snowflakes, a whistling north wind blows, Liu Bei in the carriage wrapped the blanket tightly, but I don't know how many hungry and cold people outside fell on the spot, forever sleeping, relatives let out hysterical cries, soon eyes in the hustle and bustle of three or four hundred thousand people, and then let the hot tears hang on the eyes, eyes resolutely continue on the road. The hot tears were gradually frozen into ice edges on the eyes, crystal clear, this is the only funeral of relatives.

Liu Bei went to Shouchun, recuperated, and did not manage the affairs of the city, but the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and lived a happy and beautiful life for a few months. Liu Bei was on the warm couch and ushered in the year 202 AD.

Winter goes to spring, the ice melts and the snow melts, the hibernating little animals run out to play one after another, multiply, the spring is bright, all kinds of trees also spit out new branches, three or four hundred thousand people who migrated over, looking at the ownerless land outside Shouchun City, a kind of consciousness awakening that farmers want to go down to the land to cultivate, but these lands are not their own should be Uncle Liu Huang's, so they went to ask Liu Bei what he wanted to plant the land outside the city, and how much tax should be paid.

Liu Bei was basking in the sun outside the city lord's mansion, but he just felt that he wanted to sleep these days, and he wouldn't wake up if he slept this time, and he remembered that it had been seventeen years since he started the Yellow Turban army, and he still hadn't achieved anything, and the second and third brothers were also dead, but there was nothing to be nostalgic about, so let's go.

Liu Bei coughed a few times, his face was red and full of blood, and the people still thought that Liu Bei was prosperous in the Spring and Autumn Period, and he still had the energy to do another career, Liu Bei replied:

"You can go and plant it, and just take out some of the grain that grows and use it as military food." After Liu Bei finished speaking, he was exhausted, and regardless of what happened to the people, he reacted and went into the house to rest.

The peasants who came to inquire about Liu Bei reacted, elated, and unusually happy, and immediately shouted loudly, "Uncle Liu Huang's benevolence", and the happy shouts from the heart shouted out one after another, and when they reached the sky, the fluttering clouds were still, and Liu Bei, who had just laid down on the couch, heard the praise of him, and the fragile nerves shattered a few more, and he frowned in annoyance and pain.

The people wanted to enter the house to thank Liu Bei, but they were blocked by the guards at the door with cold and solemn faces. The people were not depressed and discouraged, and went to the city and outside the city to spread the news everywhere, spreading the benevolence of Liu Bei and Uncle Liu Huang. Outside Shouchun City, hundreds of thousands of simple people are planting grain and vegetables in the wasteland, and when they come the next day, they don't know which piece they planted yesterday, but it doesn't affect anything, just find a piece to sow and cultivate. The vast land of Jianghuai has finally restored its richness, and around Shouchun, the peasants are busy and noisy, and from time to time there are peasants singing songs, and the vitality is endless.

The Yangtze River, the ice has long melted, the snow on the large and small mountains in the south of the Yangtze River has melted, and the springs on the mountains are gurgling down and flowing briskly into the Yangtze River, and the Yangtze River has recovered its magnificent appearance of turbulent and rushing waves almost overnight.

Caisang ferry, nearly a thousand large and small warships stand in a forest, 30,000 Jiangdong soldiers are ready to go, Zhou Yu stands on the high board of the flagship, looks down the Yangtze River at the vast undulating river, turns around and looks down at the soldiers who are waiting for the battle, the spring breeze is blowing, the clothes and beards are flying, the graceful and graceful, the bright morning sun puts a layer of golden outline on Zhou Yu, the literati and the generals exude on him at the same time in temperament, which can be called a Confucian general.

"The whole army, march to the Lujiang River!"

Nearly 1,000 warships began to sail in an orderly manner, and thousands of sails competed to go down the water.