"Wen You, what do you mean by this letter from Zhang Changshi? Didn't Mr. Lu do a very good job in Jizhou? Why do you want me to prepare to replace him?"
This is a military tent in the style outside the Great Wall. The decoration inside the tent is very simple. Apart from a set of bedding that is obviously suitable for the Central Plains area, there are only a few thick-backed swords hanging on the inner walls and a few poles inserted into the weapon racks in the corners.
Spears and some specimens made from the skins and bones of large animals show the martial spirit of the military tent owners.
On a low table in the middle of the tent, there were utensils for hot wine and several plates of side dishes. Two people were sitting on both sides of the low table.
The person who asked the question was a sturdy middle-aged man. He wore a headband unique to the Qiang people. His hair was not tied into a bun like the Central Plains scholars, but was scattered casually on the back of his head. A pair of deep
There is a fierce look in his eyes. The bridge of his nose is also much higher than that of ordinary people from the Central Plains. Perhaps his blood is mixed with the blood of foreigners.
"My son-in-law, I really don't know, but I think the court is going to take some measures against Lu Beizhonglang. Maybe he thinks that Beizhonglang spends too much time. After all, they are all sitting in the center, and they cannot know the sufferings of the soldiers on the front line.
.”
The person who answered was a slightly frail young man. Although his body was not strong, his eyes were no weaker than the perseverance of the person opposite him. Just paired with his slightly sinister face, it made people feel like they were falling into an ice cave.
Medium, very uncomfortable.
"Huh, where did the Yellow Turban bandits come from? The people were in dire straits, so why did the powerful ministers turn a blind eye? We have been fighting against the Qiang and Hu outside the Great Wall for decades, and we have fought hundreds of major and minor battles, trying to eliminate trouble for the country! The powerful ministers are still in charge, but they have ruined the country's style and made the people miserable.
,Evil Thief Four
Get up! Now that the Yellow Turban bandits are on the rise, various states and counties are taking advantage of the situation to quell the chaos, but His Majesty is singing and singing every day. If His Majesty does not miss the holidays, and the leader is weak and the ministers are strong, power will be lost, and civil strife is a foregone conclusion. Zhang Jiao said
Well done, 'Heaven is dead', so well said!"
The middle-aged man seemed to have suddenly transformed into an angry young man who was dissatisfied with the current affairs of the government. His face was full of dissatisfaction, and combined with the bloody aura that he had gained over time in the battlefield, he seemed to have crawled out of hell.
Like a devil.
"It's a pity. If Mr. Xu Lin is still with my father-in-law, then I and the Xiliang soldiers may have a better understanding of the changes in the court. After all, the distance between me and the palace is too great.
It’s far away.”
After drinking a pot of hot wine, the expression on the young scribe's face seemed a little sad and nostalgic.
"Wen You, don't think about him. It's just Xu Shao's pseudonym. At first, she didn't want to join in the trouble with her own people, so she came to my poor place just to hide for a while. But he taught me how to
Open the way to those eunuchs,
Maybe you and I will never be able to guess what he is thinking. But so what, the path I want to take, even Xu Shao, no matter how he can see through destiny, will never be able to understand. I, Dong Zhongying,
How can we disappoint the athletes from Xiliang!"
As the sun sets in the west, the evening wind rises suddenly, blowing through the quiet military camp, only stimulating a few war horses' neighing. Will such a quiet night remain calm? Only one of the remaining military camps can give the answer.
The next drunken middle-aged man lying on a low table...
"Captain, ours is almost here."
Of course, it is not possible for everyone to have the opportunity to be so leisurely. At least now, the soldiers who have just trudged out of Huoyang Mountain and finally saw a small village have absolutely no feeling of leisure. Now they just want to be quick.
Drink some water and have a good sleep. However, this beautiful wish has been delayed because of their chief officer.
"I know." I saw a slightly short man, struggling to lean on the horse's back, with a dusty look on his face. Even his originally energetic eyes were full of exhaustion at this time, and he obviously had a long face.
Time's march through the mountains made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
But no matter what, they have walked out of the mountains, and there is another small village ahead. Even if it is dilapidated, it does not prevent the soldiers from finding a place to have a good rest and have a good meal. But God is so blind.
, it is always difficult to achieve your wishes, or often there are twists and turns when the end is just around the corner.
"Please stay." A strange-looking man stopped the team that was about to enter the village. The man's forehead was tied with a hairband made of several red ribbons, connected by what seemed to be a silver ring. There was no hair on his head.
Wearing a hat indicating the person's identity, he did not tie his hair into a bun. Some of his hair was even scattered outside the headband, which looked very casual.
The man's clothes are very ordinary, just ordinary civilian clothes, but it can make people feel the aura he exudes, and people unconsciously obey his words without any intention to resist.
"Who is coming? Do you want to stop the officers and soldiers? Could it be that you are the demon of the Yellow Turban Army and have unleashed some evil spell on us?"
Although the man's aura was indeed strong, it did not seem to be wide-ranging, and the strong desire for rest suppressed their original respect. Finally, a uncle from the rear team burst out the voices of the officers and soldiers.
"Wait a minute." Just when the officers and soldiers were about to move and arrest the old man who was obstructing their rest, a tired but still majestic voice sounded. Upon hearing this voice, the officers and soldiers who were just about to move immediately fell silent.
"What do you want from me, my father-in-law? I am Cao Cao, the cavalry commander of the Northern Army of the Han Dynasty. My pseudonym is Meng De."
Surrounded by the officers and soldiers, Cao Cao, who still looked tired, steeled himself and walked out. To be honest, when he saw this man in the team, a strong feeling surged in his heart. This man
He must have seen it somewhere, for sure.
"Actually, the little old man just saw that you looked different from ordinary people in the distance, so he called you inadvertently."
The man didn't seem to care about Cao Cao's scrutinizing gaze. Instead, he was talking to himself with a smile on his face. But although this expression seemed to be fine, why did it make people want to be paired with his words?
What about the urge to hit someone?
"Hey, don't be rude to our captain."
Although Cao Cao was a Cavalry Commander in official position, the soldiers under the jurisdiction of the tiger talisman in Cao Cao's hand still preferred to call him captain, because it felt closer to him. Cao Cao did not change the meaning of this title, because these people were
He relied on them to save his life on the battlefield, so establishing a good relationship with them was definitely beneficial to him.
Of course, this is basically the case in the army. It is very rare for a stupid boss to do evil to his direct subordinates. After all, if he makes his subordinates angry and secretly breaks his amulet, the general will not be able to do anything.
The person who shielded himself from the knife.
"Hey, don't talk too much. We can tell at a glance that the old man is not a mortal. How could we guess his wisdom?" Although he said harshly, there was a smile in Cao Cao's eyes. After all, the other party was also protecting himself.
Majesty. However, the strong sense of disobedience given to Cao Cao by the man in front of him made him always feel a little uneasy, so he asked tentatively.
"Dad, can you know how to read faces?"
"Yes." Hearing Cao Cao's question, the man smiled happily, as if to show Cao Cao the correctness of his thinking.
"This is interesting, but I don't know what it's like down there?"
Cao Cao also smiled after hearing the man's affirmative answer. Although he was still not sure who the man in front of him was, he also believed that the approximate range of the correct answer was close to ten.
"Hehehe, you are a capable minister in governing the world, but in the future the world will call you a traitor. Of course, maybe the phrase 'a traitor in peacetime, a hero in troubled times' is more suitable for you?"
The man's tone was full of ridicule, but the words in his words made Cao Cao feel like he was struck by thunder. "You, what did you say?" Although most of the soldiers could not understand the meaning of the man's words, they
That teasing tone made them very unhappy. Of course, there were also many young people from aristocratic families who understood the meaning contained in those words. Their eyes unconsciously stared at the center of the whirlpool - still in deep thought.
of Cao Cao.
"Wait a minute, old man, are you saying there will be chaos?"
Cao Cao, who was still savoring the meaning of the man's words, suddenly felt a commotion around him. When Cao Cao came back to his senses, it turned out that due to the lack of Cao Cao's suppression, many soldiers planned to kill this guy who was pretending to be a ghost in front of them and preventing them from resting.
Seeing this, Cao Cao could only try to alleviate the dissatisfaction of the soldiers by changing the subject, although the core issue he wanted to ask was not as simple a question as he said.
"Haha, the little old man didn't say that."
男子的表现实在是超级欠揍啊.嗯,估计和沂水桥上的那位爱扔鞋玩的老人有一拼了.
"I don't need to hide it anymore, but it seems too early to draw a final conclusion about the traitor now."
Fundamentally speaking, although Cao Cao is now over thirty years old, he still retains some of the remnants of his youthful and frivolous days, so when he heard the old man compare himself to a traitor, he instinctively resisted.
"So that's it. In fact, the little old man is just talking nonsense. Please don't blame me. Then the little old man will take his leave and wish the general victory."
The man didn't show any concern for himself, he cupped his hand casually, and then disappeared without a trace in the astonished gazes of everyone. "Well, then goodbye, old man."
Cao Cao, who had calmed down, silently raised his hands to the sky, then turned around and greeted everyone to continue moving forward, as if this moment had never happened.
"Cao Mengde, just work hard towards your ideals. Let me wait and see what will happen in the future."
On a mountain in the distance, the man who disappeared in front of Cao Cao gradually turned into the image of an old man. He quietly watched the army led by Cao Cao slowly go away, muttering to himself with a complicated expression.
What he didn't know was that Cao Cao also had a solemn face at this time.
"Xu Shao, Xu Shao, I thought you were telling me that I was a 'traitor of Qingping' just to get rid of me. I didn't expect you really thought that troubled times are not far away. So, can I achieve the growth you expected? Really?"
It makes people’s blood boil.”
The fatigue on Cao Cao's body at this time has been completely forgotten by him. The only thing left is the longing for the future. That road may be difficult, but it is a glorious road that Cao Cao himself never thought of...
