In the footsteps of straw sandals, walking through the hard soil. Between vision, people were everywhere in the mountains and fields, and noisy sounds were buzzing in the ears. The crying woman broke free from her husband's arm and wanted to go home with a crying child. She was slapped by the man several times before she calmed down. An old woman with white hair and ragged clothes was supported by someone and sat tremblingly under the tree. Her turbid eyes looked at her relatives walking away. Her thin and weak legs moved and she couldn't stand up again...

"......Let's go quickly, the fight has started behind us. If we don't leave, we will be implicated!"

"Dad...mother..." the helpless child shouted in a panic voice.

"I won't leave, let them beat me to death-"

The autumn wind whistled across the mountains, the noisy sound became intermittent, and the clouds on the east were shrouded in the darkness. A large number of people from both the east and west directions of the Sishuiguan began to leave their hometowns, either to seek refuge in relatives, or to beg in the city, and to return to their ruined homeland after the war, and continue their life as before. Perhaps some of them could never return to their hometowns. However, since the war, their ancestors have come here for generations, and then walk back and continue to reproduce.

On a hill, eight hundred riders from the west stood in the red clouds. Gongsun Zhi hugged the girl in his arms and looked at the "ants" densely crawling over the foothills under the clouds. The last autumn rain was coming.

On the horse's back, Cai Yan covered her mouth and opened her eyes wide to look at the mountains and stretched out. On the road, the forest was crowded with people, and heart-wrenching crying gathered above the crowd.

"What happened to them here...?"

As Gongsun Zhi and his group went down, if they were in the past, the other party would avoid them when they saw them. In the current environment, these gentle "sheep" were hurried and panic-looking, and pushed towards them with a hurry. Although Cai Yan had never seen too much of the world, he was such a smart person who had guessed what to do. In the past, he would occasionally hear his father's mourning talk about the tyranny that Dong Zhuo had committed after entering Beijing, the opposition of the prefects and prefects in various places, and although the people in the court were just a hall of words, people had been angry for a long time. In this case, there was only one possibility - a war was launched.

In her thoughts, she saw an old woman in ragged clothes sitting on the ground under a tree in front of her, looking numbly at the figures passing through her eyes. Cai Yan stretched out her finger and pointed to the old woman, and Gongsun Zhi whispered: "The best way is to shoot it with an arrow."

"No-"

Cai Yan shouted quickly, glared back at him, struggled down from the horse's back and ran towards the white-haired old woman, took out a piece of jerky meat, handed it to the old woman, and turned over the wrinkled face, looked at her calmly, then waved the branches in her hand to drive the girl away.

"You eat...you can live..." said the old woman under the tree.

.........

The sun sets.

Cai Yan sat on the horse's back and looked back from time to time. The sun shone slanted over, reflecting a tree and an old woman sitting there in the red glow. The wind blew through the hills, stroking the black hair, feeling a hint of coolness. She looked up at the sky.

The rain fell...

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The autumn rain hangs on the eaves and falls drippingly.

There was a dim light in the room. A figure from behind the table was written on the cloth. When I was thinking, I couldn't help but frown and hang my pen. At this time, footsteps sounded outside the door. The figure raised my head, the door was pushed open, and the wet and cold air squeezed in. When the candlelight swayed, the door closed again.

He strode close to him in a gray robe, and sat tightly across the face with his collar and long robe. The candlelight reflected a pair of thick eyebrows and tiger eyes. He bowed a little, "Brother, it's late at night. We have just returned from Yangzhou and recruited soldiers all the way. It's not too late to do anything tomorrow."

Put the pen gently down.

The person who wrote the pen was Cao Cao. He picked up the cloth and blew it, letting the ink on it dry out quickly. After a while, he put it away, looked at the opposite side and spoke slowly.

"Yuan Rang, it's not okay to worry. He said he was attacking Dong Zhe, but what was the news like... Yuan Benchu ​​wrote to him before saying that Han Fu, the mu of Jizhou, was surveillanced him, and his thoughts were repeated, so I was careful... Before the alliance had gathered, the front line began to confront each other, but at this time he said this..."

Speaking of this, he closed his cold eyes, closed them gently, and sighed: "...How can all unpredictable hearts eliminate thieves if you are uneven?"

"What should I do?" The man, whose surname was Xiahou, had a single name with the word Dun. The word "官" fell, and he punched him on several tables. His short beard angrily, "Can you still hit him?"

Cao Cao knew his temperament very well about such a clan's brother and would not get angry. He stood up from there, opened the door, let the wind slam on his face, and took a breath, "The battle... has begun."

Countless news is like snowflakes flying in Luoyang or spreading in dispersed. A war is not as simple as both sides setting up their troops, fighting back and forth, fighting in a dignified manner. The information involving all parties, the possibility of rebellion, the terrain of the battlefield, the mobilization of logistics supplies, the training of soldiers, weapons, armor, war horses, morale... and other matters are all included in a war.

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Tens of miles north of Luyang, when the night fell deep, the frightened birds suddenly rushed up and chirped in the air. Several scouts walked through the forest. A scout shouted in a low voice: "Be careful--"

With a whoosh, the arrow shot and nailed to the shoulder of another scout. While his figure fell off the horse, three war horses rushed out in the shadow opposite, and a blade slashed out. Jin Ming fought and sparks burst out, reflecting the hideous and fierce expressions of both sides.

"Let's go! Pass the news to General Sun, the Xiliang army is coming--"

A companion flew, pulled an enemy who was wielding his sword on the opposite side off the horse, drew his sword and stabbed it into the other party's body. When he roared, a war horse passed by from behind. The blade poked out and cut his head down with a puff. Then he chased the scout who was fleeing.

When the army was about to enter, the first one was the scouts of both sides, which gradually began to evolve into small-scale confrontations in the three directions of Luyang, Hanoi, Sourzao, Longcheng, etc.

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The bonfire that was exhausted by Mars occasionally bounced. Cai Yan woke up from the blanket and looked at the sky. The sky outside the forest was already shining brightly. He heard a vague sound of killing in his ears. When he got up, he found that there was a thin blanket on his body. She looked around in panic. When she saw Gongsun Zhi sitting on a stone not far away, she felt at ease.

In this forest, eight hundred wolf cavalry were checking bows, arrows, weapons, and preparing to knead the muscles of the war horses. Cai Yan was wearing a thin blanket and squatting in front of the man, "What happened..."
Chapter completed!