If Huang Qianhu had led the crowd to resist before, he might have retreated unscathed or even resisted the suppression, but he did not do that because he was curious about Ma Xiaoquan, or in other words, the "Master Immortal" in Cao Jun's mouth.
, and he really doesn’t want to be a Yellow Turban thief.
"Kneel down!" Cao Hong kicked Huang Qianhu hard, trying to get him to kneel down and talk to Cao Cao. Unexpectedly, Huang Qianhu was as motionless as a rock, which made Cao Hong very angry.
He drew out his sword.
"Zi Lian is so rude"
Cao Hong suppressed the anger in his heart and sheathed his sword.
Cao Cao looked at Huang Qianhu with great interest. He knew in his heart that if Huang Qianhu led the crowd to resist before, he would not have won so easily.
"May I have your name?"
Huang Qianhu said loudly: "My name is Huang Lei, you are Cao Cao, right?"
Cao Cao stroked the beard on his chin and nodded with a smile.
"who is he?"
Huang Lei pointed at Ma Xiaoquan and asked Cao Cao.
Ma Xiaoquan stood up, looked at Huang Lei, and said: "You don't need to know too much about my name!"
Huang Lei sneered: "The gods are afraid that others will know their names? What a joke!"
Ma Xiaoquan did not take advantage of Huang Lei's words. He shook his head and said to Cao Cao: "I want this person. Xiao Cao, do you have any objections?"
Cao Cao shook his head.
Unexpectedly, Huang Lei refused: "I won't follow you!"
"Hoho?" Ma Xiaoquan was very happy and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
Huang Lei said: "These surrenderers are all my people. I want to fight with Cao Cao."
Cao Cao was happy to hear this. He was worried about how to recruit those Yellow Turban rebels. Now that an original general of the rebel army has joined him, the recruitment work will be much smoother.
Cao Cao looked at Ma Xiaoquan proudly: "Master Shangxian, hehe, I'm sorry."
Ma Xiaoquan didn't mind at all. He didn't necessarily want Huang Lei. He just felt that Huang Lei was very upright and had a temper that suited him, so Ma Xiaoquan had the idea of accepting Huang Lei.
Now that he has been rejected, it doesn't matter. It can be considered that he has completely given up this idea.
Cao Cao asked Huang Lei: "Tell me, why do you want to fight with me?"
Huang Lei said: "Because I want to give Gouwa a good living environment!"
When Ma Xiaoquan heard this, his heart was shaken.
"This is a kind and righteous man!" Ma Xiaoquan patted Cao Cao on the shoulder and walked away.
...
Thanks to Huang Lei's participation, the compilation work progressed extremely smoothly. Within three days, the compilation work was completed.
Cao Ren took the roster, presented it to Cao Cao, and said respectfully: "My lord, in this battle, we have changed the previous decline and directly recruited 5,432 sergeants. There are still more who are the family members of these sergeants."
Cao Cao took over the roster and felt very proud.
"Population, Xun Yu is right, what I need now is population!"
Cao Cao called Cao Hong to him and ordered: "Let's go, I'll go with you. I have to make some logistics arrangements."
...
Wang Juli and Wang Dali led the remaining troops and ran far away from Tiger Mountain before stopping, panting and embarrassed.
After waiting for a while, Wang Dali finally said: "Damn, this battle is too sudden. I'm not even prepared. Cao Cao is coming."
Wang Juli also sighed: "Before, we two brothers were talking about what to do if Cao Cao comes, but it turns out he did come. Cao Cao will be here just as he said..."
"Bah!" Wang Dali spat and said harshly: "If the demon had not appeared this time, we would have been able to run away..."
Wang Juli said: "It's not all the demon's problem. I want to kill Liu Hansan and be seen by Huang Qianhu..."
Wang Dali raised his eyebrows: "Were you seen? What should we do?"
Wang Juli smiled and said: "Don't worry, let's go and meet General Zhao! General Zhao and Liu Hansan were at odds with each other before..."
...
When the Wang Juli brothers escaped, they took away a lot of ordnance. This made Cao's army, which did not have much ordnance, suddenly become nervous. However, one thing worth affirming is that most of the surrendered Yellow Turban thieves were farmers, and there was no need to do without any ordnance.
When fighting, as long as they get a few hoes, they are still willing to farm and work.
Cao Cao reorganized his army based on the characteristics of these Yellow Turban thieves, and only after reducing the number of 432 soldiers again was Cao Cao satisfied.
After Cao Cao made simple arrangements for the logistics work, he left it to Xun Yu and Cao Hong. In the evening, Cao Cao took some time to take a sip of water.
At this time, his subordinates came to report that a woman had been captured from the rebel army's main camp a few days ago and had been locked up waiting for his execution.
Cao Cao got excited upon hearing this and quickly asked someone to bring him up.
This woman is very good-looking, but the most touching thing is her small hands.
"I haven't touched a woman for a long time..." Cao Cao muttered to himself, then ordered his men to send the woman to his camp...
After a long time, Cao Cao came out of the camp with satisfaction. As soon as he left the camp, he saw Ma Xiaoquan staring blankly at the night sky.
Cao Cao stepped forward and whispered: "Master Shangxian... are you watching the sky?"
Ma Xiaoquan came back to his senses and chuckled: "Xiao Cao, I'm leaving tonight."
Cao Cao was surprised: "So anxious? Are you leaving again?"
Ma Xiaoquan didn't explain too much, he just patted Cao Cao's shoulder lightly and said calmly: "Take care!"
After saying that, Ma Xiaoquan led Zhang Gong, who had been waiting for a long time, and disappeared into the night.
On the way, Ma Xiaoquan asked Zhang Gong: "How are Yang Hu and Ding Yi doing?"
Zhang Gong replied: "Master, it's almost done. I heard that in the northwest of Yanzhou, there is a place called Langya Valley, where an expert lives..."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and said: "Then go and meet that expert..."
In June of the third year of Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty (AD 192), a series of major events were destined to happen in this summer.
After Wang Yun and Lu Bu conspired to kill Dong Zhuo, they jointly controlled the power of the court.
If Dong Zhuo is cruel, then Wang Yun is domineering and Lu Bu is arrogant.
In the past, Cai Yong, who was forced to become an official because he was afraid of Dong Zhuo's power, was accused by Wang Yun of "slandering the book" because he compiled the history of Han Dynasty. In this way, Cai Yong, a great writer of the first generation, died unjustly in prison.
Ji was also kidnapped by the Qiang and Hu Fan soldiers during the struggle between the Central Army and Li Jue and Guo Si.
When Li Jue and Guo Si led his army to invade Chang'an, Lu Bu had already escaped, and Wang Yun was killed by Li Jue and Guo Si before he could cut the mess.
Chang'an once again fell into chaos. Li Jue and Guo Si controlled the government arbitrarily and allowed his subordinates to burn, kill and loot. For a time, Chang'an, which was originally prosperous, once again became another world after Luoyang.
hell.
The troubled times continue...
Following the route left by Ding Yi and Yang Hu, Ma Xiaoquan and Zhang Gong successfully arrived at the entrance of Langya Valley.
Ma Xiaoquan looked up at Langya Valley. It was said to be a valley, but in fact it should be regarded as a steep mountain. Since ancient times, masters generally lived in deep mountains and old forests. At this time, Ma Xiaoquan felt that there was still some truth to this sentence.
Not far in front of them, Yang Hu and Ding Yi had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Ma Xiaoquan and Zhang Gong coming, they hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master, boss, this master lives here in Langya Valley."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded, followed Ding Yi and Yang Hu to the foot of Langya Valley, and observed carefully.
There are no roads in Langya Valley. If it weren't for the green smoke that could be seen rising from the top of the slope, Ma Xiaoquan would never have believed that there were still people living on such a steep mountain.
"Let's go, follow me up!" Ma Xiaoquan braided his trouser legs and sleeves and was about to climb up.
Zhang Gong didn't say anything, just bit a dagger in his mouth and followed his master.
Yang Hu and Ding Yi, on the other hand, had troubled expressions on their faces, as if they had something to hide.
Ma Xiaoquan stopped and asked the two of them. They said that they climbed this mountain slowly.
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, asked Yang Hu and Ding Yi to wait for him at the bottom of the mountain, and then scurried up with Zhang Gong.
Climbing is a required course for every special forces soldier, so Ma Xiaoquan didn't pay attention to this so-called steep valley. However, in order to help and wait for Zhang Gong, Ma Xiaoquan tried his best to reduce his speed.
By the time the two arrived at the top, it was already noon.
The sun in June is no longer as gentle as in May. He opens his mouth and keeps licking his chapped lips. In his arms, he holds a kettle sewn from sheepskin, which is full of water.
Yes, but he didn't drink a sip.
Because Ma Xiaoquan didn't drink, Zhang Gong didn't dare to drink, and more importantly, he refused to drink.
"Master, would you like some water?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled, took the kettle, took a sip, and then threw the kettle to Zhang Gong: "Drink, see if you are thirsty."
With the master's order, Zhang Gong still carefully drank a few sips. Although it could not quench his thirst, it was enough to meet emergency needs.
There were several thatched huts on the top of the slope, and the two chose the largest one.
When they reached the thatched house, the two stopped. Ma Xiaoquan carefully observed the structure of the thatched house and found that the structure seemed to be somewhat inconsistent with the current era.
"Isn't it right?" Ma Xiaoquan felt very strange. The structure of this thatched house is definitely not the style of the Han Dynasty. If you look carefully, it should be a modern style two thousand years later.
Just when Ma Xiaoquan couldn't make up his mind, an old man's voice suddenly came from the thatched house: "The mountain is not high, if there is an immortal, it will be famous; if the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual..."
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned: Impossible, this is a humble inscription. This inscription was written by Liu Yuxi in the Tang Dynasty, and it is the end of the Han Dynasty. It is absolutely impossible for anyone to know it, unless...
Ma Xiaoquan thought of this, and then continued the old man's words: "This is a humble house, but I am kind..."
The old man said: "The moss marks are green on the steps, the grass is green on the curtain..."
Ma Xiaoquan followed: "There are great scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no white people who come and go..."
The old man added: "You can tune the plain qin and read the Golden Sutra."
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said: "There is no mess of wires and bamboos, and there is no labor of writing documents."
At this point, the inscription on a humble house was almost finished. Ma Xiaoquan had not finished the last two sentences. He wanted to see if the other party knew.
Sure enough, the old man in the thatched house lost his voice after listening to Ma Xiaoquan's words.
With a "creak" sound, the door of the thatched cottage opened by itself.
Ma Xiaoquan smiled and stepped into the thatched house.
Zhang Gong was puzzled by what he heard. He secretly asked Ma Xiaoquan: "Master, what were you talking about just now?"
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head.
When the two entered the thatched hut, they did not see the owner of the thatched hut for the first time. Instead, they saw two cups of fragrant tea on the countertop of the thatched hut.
