Yun Ting lay on the ox cart, looking at the sky boredly, and after a while, he turned over and sat up, and spit out a sentence lightly, "Big cow." ”

The big ox ran from the side, jumped and got into the ox cart, which creaked as if it would collapse at any moment. It was indeed like this, after the big ox jumped up, the whole ox cart slowed down.

"Yun Shuai, what are your orders?" Da Niu looked at Yun Ting with a respectful face. After seeing Yun Ting's force, he had already decided that Yun Ting was qualified to be their leader, and he didn't dare to slack off the slightest.

The world of soldiers is very simple, because the battlefield is originally simple, every inch of life, every inch of death, and those who survive are the strong. Only the strong can be respected, this is a chaotic time, the law of the jungle. And Yun Ting is a strong man, which has been proven before, and naturally he can also get their respect.

This team, not to mention that it can ban every order of Yunting, but it can still do it with basic control. As for complete control, it depends on how Yun Thunder plays next. This is the same as Zhuge Liang's first battle in the Three Kingdoms, if he loses, basically Liu Bei is not a bird, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei will slash him with a knife. And if he wins, then he will basically establish his ability, and he can be convincing, after all, even soldiers or thugs who lick blood from the knife point want someone to lead them to life, not death!

In military affairs, it's as simple as that, regardless of money or power, these are floating clouds. As long as you have the strength and can lead people to survive, you can do it. What if you take someone to die? I'm afraid that no matter how much money and power there is, it will not be easy to use, and being able to live is the fundamental, and I can't live everything without talking.

"Big bull, a few of you, go out with two thousand soldiers, each of you will lead a team to expand outward in a ring shape, and if you see a village or town, go in and collect supplies for me. Also, the remaining soldiers, you assign and guard those box cars, don't let outsiders approach, and kill whoever comes close. As for the grain and grass trucks, it is sufficient to maintain the existing vigilance. Yun Ting sat and commanded.

"This ......" Da Niu hesitated, and finally hugged his fists, turned over and was about to get out of the car, but was stopped by Yun Ting.

"Wait, and also, there is a big drought in Jizhou, if there is really none, forget it, anyway, there is not much oil and water, and we can't survive if we don't have a little less. Also, you tell the soldiers guarding the cart that they can abandon it if necessary. Yun Ting looked at the mountains in the distance and said slowly.

"Oh, yes. I will never allow any bullying of men and women, if there are any *** women, taking people and property, I hope you will deal with it yourself, don't wait for me to do it. At the end, Yun Ting said heavily, and the chill in his tone made Da Niu's body a little colder.

The mountains and forests were dense in the distance, and the clouds saw the rocks inside through the forest, saw the beasts, and saw a pair of eyes peeping here. Under the sky are mountains, and under the mountains are forest trees, is he a forest tree, or is it a mountain, or is it a sky?

"Yes." The big bull answered. This time, it was obviously a little better than the mood just now. Because he was also a common man and a farmer before, he came to join the Yellow Turban Army because he couldn't eat enough. So there was resistance to Yun Ting's first order just now, but now it is gone, so he walks a little faster.

He got out of the ox cart, shouted a few times, and gathered with several squad leaders who were also Yellow Turban Lux, and after discussion, each left with a group of soldiers. The number of marching troops immediately decreased significantly, and they became much thinner.

The eyes that were staring at this place became bloodshot and urgent, but they still lay in the hidden places, not moving. Watching the team of clouds go away, he took out the carrier pigeon and paper and pen. He quickly wrote down his findings and some information, put it in a small bamboo tube, tied it to the pigeon's paws, and then released the pigeon. Keeping up with the team that was about to disappear from sight, hanging far away.

At the same time, these players, looking at the players around them who are acting and looking like themselves, smile at each other. Feeling not alone, they nodded their heads and returned their eyes to the road.

"How many pigeons to roast?" Yun Tingpan sat on the ox cart and shook his head as he looked at the carrier pigeons flying out of the mountains.

"And the pigeon is running over my head, what's going on? Provocative? Yun Ting muttered to himself, picked up the bow and arrow that was placed beside him, stood up, and put the feather arrow on the bowstring.

When he was about to shoot pigeons, Oneiroi had already come over with a few pigeons. There were still a few daggers stuck in the pigeon, but he pulled it up as if nothing happened, wiped the blood away with the towel he was carrying, and then threw the pigeon onto the bullock cart of Yunting. I was not at all interested in the slip of paper tied to the pigeon's feet and the clues inside. It is estimated that only the carrier pigeon itself can arouse the interest of the Oneiroi machine, right?

Yun Ting pulls the bow and shoots the pigeon, but the road is bumpy, and the bow is not refined, even if the lower plate is more stable, the old cow moves very slowly. He still only shot a few pigeons, and the other carrier pigeons were frightened and fluttered and flew higher, which was not something that Yun Ting, who was skilled in bows and arrows and had not yet reached the realm of transformation, could do.

Helplessly, the pigeon flew away, and Yun Ting could only put down his bow and arrows. Looking at his feet, he was stunned to see the corpses of more than a dozen pigeons. Most of them were nailed down by the throwing knives of the Oneiroi machine, and a few were picked up by the soldiers next to them and shot by Yun Ting.

"It's windy." The clouds flew in long shirts on the ox cart, showing their chic nature. There is quite a strong wind and clouds flying, and the big bow is crazy all over the world.

It was the Oneiroi next to him who rode his horse closer, ignoring a mood of mood. "Yes, the wind is blowing, and it's a good time to roast a pigeon."

The Dream God Machine said this, which made Yun Ting's heart feel cold, and he was quite sad. It's really windy, so cold, but eat roast pigeon and warm up!

Far away in Chen Liu, in the Cao family's mansion, Cao Cao was squinting and soaking his feet comfortably. Outside the house, the young man in white rode a donkey, Shi Shiran got off the donkey, and walked into the Cao Mansion by himself, and the guards at the door did not stop him. Outside the door, countless pairs of envious, jealous and hateful eyes were left.

He walked straight into the inner house, did not encounter any obstacles along the way, and when he arrived outside Cao Cao's room, he directly pushed open Cao Cao's door, took a round stool, and sat opposite Cao Cao. Cao Cao didn't care, he washed his feet by himself, and only after a long time did he slowly take the towel and cloth, and slowly wiped his feet, until his feet were wiped clean, and then he raised his head.

He said slowly, "Candle Shadow, are you here?" ”

"yes, I'm here." The player laughed, shook his sleeve, and shook off a drop of footwash from his sleeve. There was a wind, blowing in from the window, rolling through the curtains, with a slight chill unique to the autumn wind.

On the other side, the man named Sun Wentai gathered a thousand soldiers, and like the former overlord Xiang Yu, he took the children of Jiangdong and stepped into this storm. He didn't know how long he could go, but the Yellow Turban Army couldn't stop him.

Zhuo County, on the bulletin board outside the county government, there is a recruitment order, and in the crowd around, there is a big man who is completely different from others. Liu Bei, who is famous for crying all over the world, and Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, is not much more reckless, in there.

The wind blew through this era, and the heroes, players, later princes, and predators in more places were all stirred by this wind and threw themselves into this storm. The real Three Kingdoms are being opened.

(End of chapter)