She didn't have those things in her mind, so Sima Yi hurriedly spoke again, "He is from Youzhou, Heshuo Hanmenzier." ”

"Oh." She replied dryly.

"He has no contact with Yuan Shao's cronies." Sima Yi patiently reminded again.

This sentence was too obvious, but the general remained unmoved.

"We've all come to this point," she said, "Yuan Shao is a brainyman, and he won't tolerate any more infighting between them at this time." ”

That's it for now!

The confident little Sima twisted his neck like an owl twisting his head, revealing a mysterious and smug smile.

"Yuan Benchu can be the lord of Hebei, so he naturally has some ability, but he can do it for a while, and for another time."

Even if he is the lord of Hebei, a rout of the former army cannot shake his position, but when it is embodied in every soldier, it still brings them endless pain and trouble.

Their large battalion was not half burned, there were no fences to repair, no bodies to be carried, but they had ragged soldiers to look for.

There were even soldiers who did not break up, but fled. Dressed in clothes stripped from the corpses, carrying their own and other people's dry food, and after discerning their direction by the sun, they spread their legs and headed north.

…… How ridiculous this is, not to mention that they can't pass through the layers of checkpoints laid by Yuan Shaojun on both sides of the Yellow River, even if they really manage to pass through the dense net of sentry towers, even if they really use their two bloody legs all the way back to their hometown.

The geese flew back, they also came back, they also wanted to lean over and hug their wives and children, and they also wanted to bow to their parents.

But this will still only be their fantasy.

Because at this time, the entire Hebei has become a huge barracks under the execution of Yuan Shao's will and frustration, and everyone who shuttles through the vast land has been booked a role in the barracks.

As the head of the Jizhou family, when he got the letter from the Great Eunuch Army, he had to collect his own people and tell them solemnly that this was Yuan Gong's request.

Yuan Gong demanded that they continue to recruit new soldiers, and that they must select another group of young men from their tribes to arm themselves and go with them to the distant Zhecheng front.

The sons of the clan would complain, their mothers and wives would weep, but in addition to the tribals, they would send away the most astute and capable servants of the family, just as the sons took away the horses.

The same is true of the tribes who depend on them for survival, they have no servants to accompany and protect, but they will also comfort their relatives: don't worry, we have to protect Langjun and die for Yuan Gong, and you also have your own protection from the lord.

The lords will definitely protect their subordinates, and the way of protection may be a little rough, or a little careless, and may even be mixed with some cruelty, for example, if the wife of the tribal soldier is very beautiful and enters the eyes of the lord, maybe she will be taken into the palace and become a servant.

But those soldiers thought well, at least under the protection of these families, their small family can be guaranteed whether it is food, clothing or safety.

However, the requisition documents will not be issued only to the Maison.

When the officials with official documents in their hands and the strong men rudely smashed into one low mud hut after another, the whole village was caught in the middle of chickens and dogs.

The chiefs were conscripted as civil servants, tied in strings of ropes, and left their homes in the cold wind of sobbing and cold, and gradually merged into the most basic part of the huge barracks.

Tall trees were cut down, craftsmen cut timber day and night, blacksmiths kept furnaces burning all night, and people like ants shuttling up and down the river.

The river hasn't opened yet, but Ling Xun is coming soon.

Exhausted folk husbands don't have such a surging talent and aesthetic imagination.

Imagine the Yellow River breaking through the ice overnight, and imagine countless pieces of broken ice in the river roaring, pushing forward, and bursting with earth-shattering power!

It was a magnificent scenery given to mortals by the gods, and what Yuan Shao would have was far more shocking than that!

From the beginning of the river to the end of Leling, the 1,500-mile course of the Yellow River will be covered with the sails of grain and troop carriers.

As long as Taishan Mansion gives him enough life, enough time - and this is something that Jizhou people will not worry about at all, look at the blazing eyes of the lord, look at his ruddy complexion, and look at his loud voice!

Even the trick thinks so.

He felt the suspicion and jealousy of some people, but as long as the lord still trusted him and protected him, all he had to do was to do his best to win the war.

He has such confidence to repay the trust and tacit understanding of the lord.

Chapter 574

Gradually, someone came.

There were no badges, but the soldiers patrolling in front of the camp didn't even wait for the men to approach and check their identities, and then stopped them.

They were very different from the other soldiers who were slowly entering the camp, although they were dressed in the same dirty, tattered clothes, and the color was not clear.

The soldiers who returned to camp on the first day were undoubtedly knowledgeable.

Not only know the way, but also generally have a team as a unit, rely on each other, have good physical strength, and after distinguishing the direction, they can smoothly walk a distance of more than ten miles, or even dozens of miles. They slowly converged with the other returning soldiers and communicated with each other. Who killed a few enemies, who looted how many loot, and which one actually captured a flag? Killed a Sima? That's a lot of credit.

They are tired, but they still have something to say, and there is still a little brilliance in their eyes for military achievements and the future.

The soldiers who returned to the camp the next day were much more silent.

They lost their comrades in their squad, were chased or chased, and searched for their way in the silent wilderness full of people. They may be injured, and they have to stop when they walk, and the only thing that accompanies them is the sound of their own breathing.

One of them was able to pick up a torch and keep walking. Others spent another night in the wilderness, only to be retrieved by scouts at dawn.

No one would ask them what they heard or saw that night, but their expressions were very different from those who came back on the first day.

Their faces seemed to freeze in the late winter and early spring nights, unable to stretch out any longer, but they were still able to continue their duties in silence, like corpses that had died but their souls had not yet been freed.

And the soldiers who returned to the camp from the first day were very different.

They did not come back on their own, but were brought back with troops by officers sent out by the general.

The Jizhou army shattered their minds and their personalities.

Some of them wandered the fringes of the battlefield like geists, while others chose one direction and fled without looking back. When they had eaten the small amount of dry food they had brought with them, some of them tore their clothes into strips of cloth, found a slightly decent stump, and quickly tied the knots, and then lay down, carefully sticking their necks into it. But there are also those who are more persistent, and finally find an ancient tree in an abandoned village that has been ignored by the warring sides and has not been cleared by the strong walls.

The scout was startled when he got there.

The tree was full of people, and when the wind blew, it swayed.

But those who did not find the stump, let alone the tree, were brought back on the first day and the fourth day.

They were deserters and needed to be punished, and the general was lenient, and most of the routs returned to their tents, except for those who instigated the escape, who were dealt with severely.

But they can't go out to exercise, they can't train, they eat silently when they are given food, and they can wait quietly for themselves to starve to death if they are not given food. The original soul seemed to be gone, and the only thing that leaned over it was the hyena and jackdaw on the battlefield, shining with an eerie light in the night.

The group came on the fifth day.

They don't look like outcasts, but more like soldiers who have eaten for a long time.

But they are not like those who return to camp on the fourth and fifth days.

They were calm, looking at the camp with a look in their eyes that was critical, scrupulous, and fearful, and exchanged heads and muttered to each other.

It was suspicious, and the soldiers on patrol stopped them in a bad voice, not allowing them to take a step closer.

A look of disbelief immediately appeared on the dirty faces.

"We, our captain let us come! He said that he had a friendship with the general! ”

The soldier shouted "Ha! "For a moment.

"Who is your captain?"

"Wang Jinfeng!" The man who was the leader also shouted, "Ha! "He is a famous swordsman in our Qingzhou Army!" ”

Several patrolling Qingzhou soldiers whispered a few words suspiciously, some quietly ran into the camp, and some continued to look at them obliquely.

"Why haven't I heard of it? Which battalion is he in? When did you become famous? ”

"How old are you, he led a group of our brothers to rebel from Qingzhou, and when he killed Luoyang, you were still peeing and playing with mud!"

Scarface Wang Jinfeng knelt on the ground, occasionally glancing at the young scribe sitting upright on the side, and wanted to put on the posture of sitting upright, but he couldn't learn anything.

In the end, he still propped his hands on the ground and shouted in a voice like a bell, "General! They have long since returned to the imperial court! That's just talk! They! They're just stupid! It's just stupid! ”

The young woman at the top of the room had a cold face, but her lips opened slightly, and she muttered something to herself.

Scarface quickly pricked up his ears to listen.

…… seems to praise him for being "very energetic".

…… Not sure, listen again.

The young scribe on the side couldn't look at his demeanor a little, and said coldly:

"The general is not a person who is guilty of speech, but the army has its own laws, so you should be cautious in your words and deeds in the future!"

Scarface replied sneeringly, thinking about it and speaking quickly.

"General, the villain can be a captain, right?"

The general looked at him calmly.

"One battalion and one base are called one school, what can you do, you can be a captain?"

Scarface quickly straightened his chest, "The general can take the school villain!" ”

The young scribe looked very unhappy again.

"Arrogant! The general has a lot of opportunities, how can he have kung fu to test you! ”

These words made Scarface a little frightened, and he quickly lowered his head.

But he still had a cunning in his body, lowered his head, and secretly glanced at it with his eyes.

The general's expression was still cold, but she was clearly thinking about something, and after a while, she nodded slightly.

"Then take the school exam, and convince everyone in the army."

As a wave of ecstasy rose from Scarface's heart, the general continued:

"But not today."

The news that the lieutenant general was going to be a big match suddenly came out.

Some people feel surprised, some people think nonsense, and of course, some people are inexplicable and run around to investigate. When the news reached Liu Bei, the lord was very calm.

There are many people who cannot endure such a protracted war.

There were two roars in the camp, one of which was on the night of the first day after the war, when some of the soldiers who had been brought back to the camp fell asleep, as if in a dream, and when they woke up, they could not tell whether they were dreaming or waking up, so they ran out of their tents and shouted hysterically in the camp.

He shouted alone, and it soon turned into a riot in this small camp of 1,000 people.

All the soldiers couldn't seem to tell whether it was in the camp or on the battlefield, and they couldn't tell whether the fire was a torch lit by their own people or a pyre lit by the Jizhou army that night. They just shouted, and one by one they pushed the gates of the camp and climbed over the fence to escape from the graveyard of the living.

Of course, the general at this time is no longer the "general" of Boquanzhuang.

She didn't even get up at night herself, just put on her clothes, sat on the couch, and after listening to the results of the disposition reported by Tai Shici, she fell to sleep again.