(In the morning, I went to re-equip a little medicinal wine, winter code words, cold panic at eleven or twelve o'clock, drink a little to warm up, and ask for the recommendation ticket in everyone's hand to warm my heart.) ）

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The dust falls.

Perhaps Zhao Futu's posture of killing the county lieutenant was too tragic and domineering, and the Yellow Turbans and township soldiers who were fighting couldn't help but stop. Some of the Yellow Turbans looked at Zhao Futu standing on the battlefield in a daze, their eyes were full of fanaticism, worship and deep awe, they involuntarily gave up their opponents, rushed towards the middle of the battlefield, and firmly protected the seriously injured Zhao Futu in it.

"Zhonghuang Taiyi!"

The yellow turban wrestler was the first to pounce on Zhao Futu's side, he helped the crumbling Zhao Futu, and then took out a special yellow talisman from his body, clamped the yellow talisman between two fingers and unfolded it, shook it with the wind, and recited a few words in a low voice, the yellow talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, he pulled out the water skin bag and stuffed the yellow talisman into it, and then directly poured it into Zhao Futu's mouth one by one.

At this time, the eyes of the Yellow Turban wrestler in front of him showed a little respect for Zhao Futu.

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"Contractor No. 1013 Drink the Runic Water - Celestial Master Fu (Heal), restore 30 HP, heal minor injuries, heal some diseases, ......"

This runic water seemed to inject a trace of strength into Zhao Futu, his eyes suddenly brightened a little, and then he sat up straight, and felt a steaming bun from his body out of nowhere, and then stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it in two mouthfuls, and then he sat cross-legged, and sat up on this bloody battlefield, and the yellow turbans around him did not dare to disturb him at the moment, so they could only protect him from afar.

He didn't wake up until noon after meditating, the wounds on his body had been scarred, and the blood gushing out condensed into a dark red piece, which still looked very tragic from the outside, but Zhao Futu got up and moved his body, but he knew that the injury had recovered. The talisman water that the Yellow Turban Lux poured into him, coupled with the steaming bun, he recovered nearly 100 HP points at once, and as soon as the effects of the two minor injuries were superimposed, the injuries he pierced the lobes of his lungs recovered a lot.

Tearing a piece of cloth from his clothes, Zhao Futu wrapped it around his chest twice and bandaged the wound simply.

At this time, he had the opportunity to sort out his trophies, and the corpses of other officers and soldiers were groped, only the corpse of the county lieutenant no one dared to touch. It was a trophy that belonged to him, and according to the rules, the jade saber and sword on the county lieutenant belonged to Zhao Futu personally. He waved his hand and walked over himself, first closing the county lieutenant's wide eyes, and then picking up the dark blue key on the ground that no one else could see.

This is a master and deserves a shred of respect from him.

Zhao Futu took off the jade pendant on the county lieutenant, picked up the ring-headed knife as well, and then waved his hand and said: "You can deal with the rest of the things, but leave him a decent face and dig a pit for burial!" ”

The county lieutenant was born with gray items, which were not of high value, at most he could change to a few dozen survival points, and Zhao Futu didn't want to completely pull out the dead.

Hearing Zhao Futu's order, the yellow turban captains glanced at each other, and one by one they divided the clothes, jade belts, brocade robes and official boots on the county lieutenant's body, but left him a little clothes to cover his body, and then dragged his body aside for burial according to the order. At this time, they were really convinced by Zhao Futu, and they did not hesitate at all about his orders.

"Squeak!"

There was a noise from the other side of the village, but the gate opened automatically.

I saw an old man walk out of the door, followed by several trembling people, one carrying a burden containing steamed buns, rice, pasta, roast chicken, and a processed pig, and several others came out with two jars of wine. It was already noon, and many of the Yellow Turbans were already hungry after a fight, but they didn't attack at this time, and they didn't know what the other party thought, so they all looked at Zhao Futu in surprise.

Zhao Futu packed up the spoils, couldn't help but glance at the village elder, and sighed secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, he is a person who knows the times!" ”

But seeing that the elder ordered the others to put down the food in the burden, he walked quickly to Zhao Futu, bowed down from afar, and sighed: "My grandson's family are all good people, and they have also relieved the local poverty in the year of the great famine, and I hope that the general will have mercy and spare the old and young women and children in the village." ”

The old man had seen Zhao Futu's might before, and knew that the village could not resist such a strong man, so he ordered others to prepare wine, meat and food early, if Zhao Futu was so seriously injured and not killed, then begged for mercy from the other party, and let these Yellow Turbans spare the old and young people in the village. And if Zhao Futu is seriously injured and killed, then with these Yellow Turbans, I am afraid that they may not still have the will to fight to take the village, and they can naturally fight to the death.

"Senior, please get up!" Zhao Futu sighed and raised his hand to help the old man.

As a modern person, he is not used to letting an old man in his sixties and seventies bow down to himself. But this troubled world itself is a kind of sorrow, and the old man has to do it for the sake of the lives of the old and young people in the village.

Zhao Futu waved his hand to signal the Yellow Turbans to accept rice, meat, wine and food, and then said: "We only take some military rations, and we will not hurt a single life in the village." ”

Hearing Zhao Futu's promise, the elder was grateful, and he wanted to bow down again, but he helped Zhao Futu to hold on.

People in this era are very heavy on promises, and modern people are too common to be untrustworthy, like to brag but despise promises, so Zhao Futu said this sentence, and he will definitely fulfill it, otherwise these yellow turbans will also look down on him as a person. Soon, a few more people in the village came out carrying their burdens, but they were filled with bags of rice.

"You have one share of the wine and meat, and let them share the rest!" Zhao Futu pointed to a burden and said to the Yellow Turban Wu beside him.

Those Yellow Turban Captains have a share of wine and meat, and the rest is distributed by the other Yellow Turbans, the status of the two sides is different, and the treatment they enjoy is naturally different, this is an era of respect and humility, and the other Yellow Turban people have no objections, and nearly 100 people happily wait around a jar of wine. In ancient times, wine was a luxury, mostly used for sacrifices and ancestors, and it was rare for the lower-class people to taste it several times a year.

Since he promised not to disturb the people again, Zhao Futu immediately ordered the others to leave with the burden of rice and grain, and the middle people in the village were also relieved to see the Yellow Turbans leaving, and they had a feeling of the rest of their lives. If these Yellow Turbans really broke through the village, then it would not only be a matter of wine and meat, but also those old and weak women and children, especially those women, who would not know what kind of humiliation they would suffer!

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When the army withdrew five miles away, Zhao Futu ordered everyone to stop and recuperate, among which there were many wounded, all of whom needed to be simply bandaged.

The yellow scarves with empty stomachs had long been waiting to distribute food around the burden, each person had two steamed buns, a small piece of meat, a bowl of rice, and a sip of wine, this was the best they had eaten in this time. Even in the former Yellow Turban Army camp, they may not have wine and meat to eat. These people may be numerous, but they are extremely easy to satisfy. The pigs of this era were generally thinner, at most one or two hundred catties, so half of the pork was left as military rations later. The cooked roast chicken was sent to Zhao Futu alone, along with half a jar of wine, a salted fish, and a small basket of eggs.

The Yellow Turbans over there have already started eating, but these Yellow Turban Captains still haven't done anything yet, although they are also very hungry, and the rare abundance of meat in front of them seduces them to be hungry, but the biggest difference between these people is that they know what discipline and humility are better than ordinary Yellow Turbans.

Zhao Futu already understood at a glance, he picked up the wine jar and poured a big sip, and then handed it to the Yellow Turban Lux beside him, and said, "I don't like wine, you can share the food."

He took the first bite, and the Yellow Turban Captains had no worries, and each of them opened their bellies to eat and drink.

These people can be regarded as the elite of the army, they eat a lot of food, and they eat a lot of food, but they only eat one piece of meat per person, and the wine is also one person, and they take turns to drink it, and no one moves the roast chicken, and it is still firmly placed in front of Zhao Futu, no one will eat more meat, drink more wine, and invisibly, between them, Zhao Futu saw the ancient love of delivering life and death on the back!

This kind of emotion is something that modern people can casually call their brothers' friends of wine and meat, which is far from being comparable!

In this era, brother is a lifelong commitment, is the life and death of the hand, if you casually call others brother, then you will only get one sentence: what are you, you also want to be my brother!

This is the battlefield of ancient cold weapons.