Chapter seven hundred and thirty fifth sick seedlings enlisting in the army
What is golden juice?
Big shit too!
Burning the golden juice to a boil is definitely not to make the shit more fragrant and delicious, but to make it more aggressive and toxic.
Compared with other city defense tools, gold juice is the most vicious, and the smell is only one aspect.
Once that thing is splashed on the body, it is extremely corrosive. If it is not handled correctly, the wound will become ulcerated and infected, leading to death.
Therefore, in the eyes of some generals, they would rather be killed on the spot than be irrigated with gold juice and die.
Just imagine, decades later, when someone asks the descendants of the fallen: "How did your father go there?"
At least let the child stand up proudly and say: "For the sake of the world and the people, my father was wrapped in horse leather and died under swords and guns, but he had no regrets in his life!"
Everyone will definitely give a thumbs up and say "what a hero".
You can never let your children say: "My father was killed by shit for the sake of the world and the people."
Everyone will definitely give a thumbs up and praise: "This is also a hero!"
But this hero is definitely not that hero.
This is an ending that is unbearable even to think about.
When Huang Zhong turned his head, part of his body was accidentally exposed from under the shield, and the ladle of hot golden juice poured down from top to bottom.
A large part of the golden juice was blocked by the shield, but part of it splashed onto the exposed back of Huang Zhong's neck because of Huang Zhong's turning of his head.
At this moment, Huang Zhong only stared in pain, his grip on the ladder loosened, and he fell directly from the ladder.
Fortunately, the soldiers below were always paying attention to Huang Zhong's eastward direction. Everyone stepped forward and hurriedly caught Huang Zhong, preventing him from falling to the ground.
"General, how are you?" a Jinling soldier called.
Huang Zhong touched the burned part with his hand. Not only was it painful, but the stench was so offensive that it was unbearable.
He raised his head and glanced upwards, knowing that his actions had affected his morale too much, and the enemy was well prepared, so it would be useless to attack them with force. He then waved his hand and said, "Let's retreat for now."
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After a forcible attack on Handan, not only did they fail to capture the city, but Huang Zhong himself was injured by the gold juice. It was true that the gain outweighed the loss.
From this point of view, the preparations for Qianzhao and Zhang are indeed tight enough and difficult to capture.
Huang Zhong was brought back to the main camp. The pottery merchant learned of his situation and came to visit him personally.
"General Huang, are your injuries okay?" Tao Shang asked with concern as he looked at Huang Zhong, who was lying on the bed with thick herbs on his neck.
Huang Zhong's face turned a little red, and he said to Tao Shang in shame: "I failed in the first battle, please ask the Prime Minister to punish me."
"Victory and defeat are common matters for military personnel. Handan City's preparations are indeed much more rigorous than we imagined. Our previous campaign was somewhat too anxious and underestimated the enemy."
Huang Zhong was moved when he saw that the pottery merchant did not blame him and even offered words of comfort. He wanted to thank the pottery merchant, but when he moved slightly, he felt an indescribable pain in his neck.
Just when Tao Shang and Huang Zhong, who were lying on the bed, were studying how to attack Handan and defeat Qianzhao and Zhang, they saw Pei Qian walking in and said to Tao Shang: "Prime Minister, Mr. Huang is here."
The potter didn't react for a while.
"Which Mr. Huang?"
Huang Zhong said hurriedly: "Prime Minister, you are the unfilial son under my knee!"
Tao Shang was stunned when he heard this, and then suddenly thought about it. The sick young man Huang Xu who was in the Huang Mansion and had a very weak mental capacity came to mind.
What is that kid doing here?
Facing the pottery merchant's questioning gaze, Huang Zhong said sheepishly: "Prime Minister, do you still remember? I discussed with you back then that once the child recovers from his illness, he will be allowed to serve in front of the battle... He
Now that he has recovered from his illness, the old man called him to the battle this time, hoping that the prime minister would give him a chance to serve the country."
Tao Shang's impression of Huang Xu was very general. In his impression, he only remembered that besides being a sick man, he was always crying and wiping away tears. His mental endurance was extremely weak. At that time, Huang Zhong and Mrs. Huang recognized A Fei as their godson. This boy
Just can't stand it.
How should such a person be used?
But Huang Zhong's words came to this point, and the pottery merchant was embarrassed and could not refuse.
"Let him come over," the pottery merchant told Pei Qian.
Pei Qian took the order and left, and when he was young, he led Huang Xu to Tao Shang and Huang Zhong.
Huang Xu had a major operation and had to recover for a long time. Although he has recovered now, his face is still pale and skinny, and he looks like he could fall over with a single blow of the wind.
"Father!"
As soon as Huang Xu saw Huang Zhong lying on the bed, tears flowed out of his eyes. He ran to Huang Zhong's bed, threw himself on Huang Zhong, and said: "Father! You, what are you doing?"
What's wrong? Don't leave the child alone!"
When Huang Zhong saw Huang Xu's bearish appearance, he became extremely angry.
"Shut your mouth, I! Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet! You straighten your back and speak like a human being!"
Huang Xu raised his hand to wipe his tears and sobbed: "My child, aren't you caring about you? Why are you injured? What kind of injury are you suffering from? An arrow wound or a knife wound?"
Huang Zhong's face suddenly turned red when he heard this.
The old man was also a bit proud, and he was really embarrassed to tell his son that he was injured by feces.
But it's a pity that some things can't be hidden even if they want to.
Huang Xu saw the white wound cloth on Huang Zhong's neck and stretched his head to take a look.
After watching for a while, Huang Xu sniffed hard and frowned: "Father, why does your wound smell like shit?"
Huang Zhong finally couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to push Huang Xu away, almost knocking him away.
"You bastard, why are you talking so much nonsense! You haven't even met the Prime Minister yet."
Huang Xu turned his head, bowed deeply to the pottery merchant, and said, "I have met the prime minister."
The potter smiled awkwardly.
Children are quite innocent.
Huang Zhong turned to look at the pottery merchant: "Prime Minister, what do you think of this child?"
"When Han was promoted to power and was recovering from his injuries, Huang Xu taught me his military duties. You can rest assured."
Huang Zhong said gratefully: "Thank you so much, Prime Minister."
After a while, the two of them walked out of the tent where Huang Zhong rested and returned to the pottery merchant's tent.
Looking at this young man who loves to cry, is frail and frail, Tao Shang feels somewhat troubled.
What kind of job should be assigned to such a child?
"Huang Xu, what did you know when you were a child, and who did you study under?" The pottery merchant began to inquire about Huang Xu's academic qualifications.
Huang Xu answered truthfully: "Everything I know was taught by my father. I went to private school for a few years and was not very good at it. I mainly learned the art of war and martial arts from my father. But then I got sick, and now I have been idle for a while."
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Seeing that Huang Xu was speaking relatively modestly, Tao Shang said, "Then what military rank do you think you can hold?"
Huang Xu scratched his head and said: "Don't military ranks have to be earned through military merit? There is no reason why you can choose officials as soon as you come up."
After hearing Huang Xu's answer, the pottery merchant was quite satisfied.
At least this kid is quite upright in all three aspects.
At this time, A Fei hurriedly came to the pottery merchant's tent and said: "Prime Minister, I heard that my adoptive father is ill..."
Before he finished speaking, he and Huang Xu's eyes met.
"Is it you?" A Fei said in surprise: "Xiandi brother?"
As soon as Huang Xu saw Ah Fei, his eye circles suddenly turned red. Looking at him like that, he almost cried again.
"You, you! Aren't you the bastard who stole my father from me? Why aren't you dead yet?"
"Brother, have you recovered from your illness?"
"Go away, I don't want to see you!"
"Brother, how is father's injury? Have you seen father?"
"Go away! Go away! Who is your father, who is your brother! Get out! Get out!"