Three Kingdoms

Chapter 3235

 When you are in pain, it is like falling into hell. Although the sun is still rising and setting around you, people feel like they are dizzy, day and night.

 The senses of refugees are confused.

 In the eyes of normal people, mountains, rivers and roads are like a dark world in the eyes of refugees.

 A world that is twisted, shaken, and even the sounds and breaths have mutated.

 Because I am not only tired, but more importantly, hungry.

The occasional light in the sky, the shaking face, the bumpy road.

 Everything around is twisted and swaying.

 This situation is caused by, first, being tired, and second, being hungry, or being tired and hungry at the same time.

Under the influence of extreme hunger and exhaustion, people’s survival instinct will divert most of the expenditure of other senses to maintaining life. My head is so numb that even thinking feels like I have fallen into a quagmire. Even the uncomfortable and painful feelings are not reflected much.

The summer rain overflows the river beaches, and small fish and shrimps are jumping around.

The word "Han" in black letters on a red background is swaying in the wind.

 But now, this happiness is interrupted.

　　　『People are dead, dead, dead...』

What caught his eyes was a Han military flag fluttering in the wind.

 One body after another.

 The area east of Hedong is both lucky and unfortunate.

 The struggle of living.

 …

 In the winter, I sleep comfortably by the fire, falling into dreamland little by little...

 As for other desires, they have been suppressed to the lowest level.

Like the refugees in some movie or TV show, all of them have gleaming eyes, and the shine on their faces can be used as light bulbs...

Of course, don’t forget to give one to the general who leads the team, and only the remaining ones are stacked on the car.

 Put whatever you can wear on yourself first.

People have already worked hard to survive, so how can they care about emotions and depression?

 Refugees flow forward.

 Under the flag, there is blood and corpses.

 …

Perhaps for some people in later generations, the word death will always be on their lips, indicating that they are in a bad mood, feeling bad, in poor condition, and would rather die than live. But for these refugees, they But he was struggling desperately on the verge of death.

"die…"

The gaze is raised, widened, and then lowered like a falcon pouncing on its prey.

　　『Cao Jun is here to arrest people...』

　　　『Cao Jun is coming…』

The men in the refugee flow are hunched over, carrying belongings that they don’t know whether they can be used or not. Even if they are tired enough to stagger, they will not let the things on their shoulders move. Go to your wife a little bit. Although most of them can't say a nice word, and they don't provide any emotional value to their wives on weekdays, if something happens, they will die in front of their wives' parents. Until they fall, no one can think of them. Cross over.

These corpses, not wearing armor, but in ragged clothes, seemed to outline black and gray outlines, crowding the entire painting.

And moving around the village was Cao Jun wearing Han military robes.

How about dying?

 Wild flowers bloom in spring, and green grass climbs out of the fields and at the foot of the mountains.

During the first Heluo Chaos, no one cared about Hedong, and during the second Guanzhong Chaos, no one cared about Hedong either.

 If you can eat, put it into your mouth first.

The soldiers of Cao's army, dressed in the red and black military robes of the Han Dynasty, were scattered in the village like a slaughterhouse, searching for all useful items.

These armies carrying the banner of the Han Dynasty are now killing the people of the Han Dynasty.

 Those who fell died.

 In the distance of the field of vision, there are burning villages.

　　『Go quickly, go quickly, go quickly...』

 Those who are wives also carry children on their backs. Their faces are not fair, and their hands are not delicate. They are also slovenly, wearing tattered clothes, and they don't care whether their faces, bodies, and hair are stained with mud. They take care of children and the elderly, and even find time to look for edible wild vegetables on the roadside in sight to fill their hunger as much as possible. They really don’t have much time to ask the people around them whether they love me or not, and whether they miss me. There will be no petty emotions, tempers or principles...

 Those that can be used, put them into your own arms first.

　　　『Da Lang...Where has Da Lang gone...』

In this chaotic era, it is a kind of happiness to be able to eat a meal safely in a place where the tentacles of the court cannot reach at all.

 Everything, in the blood and in the fire, became fragments and turned into nothingness.

  Just like the people of this land for thousands of years.

　　The millet on the drying field in autumn reflects the sun and brings out a smile on the face.

 Only when the generals and officers in the military academy are well fed can they get their turn with the ordinary soldiers of Cao Cao's army.

 The team slowly pushed toward the corpses in front, like a group of corpse-eating ghosts.

 ‘Move quickly! 』

 Cao Jun's military academy shouted.

　　"Whatever can't be taken away will be burned!" 』

 The fire rises.

 Something was burned black, and something was burned red, just like the big Han flag with black characters on a red background swaying in the wind.

 The Yuncheng Basin has completely become a purgatory.

 Although this place could not be called prosperous in the past, with the river as the boundary, it at least kept out disturbances and chaos. It also made the gentry and gentry here think that they could have eternal peace and wealth.

But now, cries and howls are heard in this land.

The Han soldiers, who were originally the guardians of the Han order, once again aimed their swords and guns at the Han people.

The various Xiaowu forts around Anyi were the first to suffer.

Those small plantation owners who closed their doors and tried to cover their eyes and ears also became the sacrifices of this war.

The soldiers of Cao's army, who were inspired by their bestiality, were not satisfied with the harvest in those barren villages, and soon set their sights on these Hedong Township Gods who had a tough attitude towards the refugees. But these squires were like crabs with thin skin and fat flesh in front of Cao Jun's infantry.

At this moment, these Wubao owners suddenly discovered that the hard shell they were relying on was as fragile as a piece of paper.

 Blood, killing, death.

Chaos spread, almost turning the Yuncheng Basin into blood.

Of course, after all the destruction and madness, everything will eventually calm down.

In this massacre and looting, it is impossible to describe how much blood was shed in detail, and how many of the noble people with tender skin and tender flesh in Wubao became the targets of cruelty and killing are also countless.

The Hedong gentry thought that if they studied Shandong Confucian classics, they would become a member of the Shandong Confucian classics system, enjoy freedom and equality, and breathe the same sweet air. But in fact, when the Shandong gentry looked at these squires in Hedong, they were like It’s looking at pigs and dogs.

 When you are happy, watch the pigs and dogs wagging their tails.

 When one is in poverty, it is natural to kill pigs and dogs first to drink wine.

Of course, not all Hedong nobles suffered. A small number of Hedong nobles, through the ability of kneeling and licking, obtained a Cao family flag, so that they could hug each other, old and young, and were glad that they were not slaughtered. The target, and emptied their wealth, humbly sent labor supplies to Cao Jun, completely forgetting that if they supported the Hussars, they wouldn't even need to suffer so many losses.

Hedong gentry have always had a very high favorability towards Shandong...

This kind of favorability is a kind of cultural power gap that gradually formed after Liu Xiu established his capital in Heluo.

 Culture is powerful.

 The invasion of civilization is invisible, and the suppressed party is often unaware of it.

Just like what Fei Qian did to the Xiongnu in the south, the Shandong gentry also did to Hedong.

 And it will take two hundred years to do it.

It can be said that the Hedong gentry, before Fei Qian came, had the same shape as the Shandong gentry, both above and below. So after Fei Qian came, they might not say anything on the surface, but in fact many Hedong gentry children secretly criticized Fei Qian, hated Guanzhong, and boycotted the new Tianzheng...

Even though they don’t talk about interests or money, the most fundamental thing is that they still don’t give up their power and money.

They even still have illusions, thinking that as long as they moisten the land of Shandong, with the same scriptures and the same knowledge as the Shandong gentry, how can they not be able to make a living?

These children of the Hedong gentry, knowing that the Shandong gentry looked down on them, still persisted in sticking up to them again and again, and they did not hesitate to put their hot cheeks against their cold buttocks.

Even now, when they are suffering all kinds of pain caused by Shandong, there are still some Hedong gentry children who are forcing a smile and tenaciously insisting on their ideas.

 Guanzhong is bad, Shandong is good.

 No reason, facts aside.

  Don’t think what others think, just think it yourself.

 The reason is very simple. If Guanzhong really rises, Sanfu really gets better, and the Hussar really wins, then the hardships they have endured over the years...

 Isn’t it just a waste of money?

 …

 …

 North of Yuncheng Basin.

 Emei Ridge.

 On the slope.

I don’t know when, but rows of crooked and irregular simple sheds were built in the Emei Mountains along the sheltered areas of the ditches.

Because the Emei Mountains, also known as the Emei Plateau, are high and therefore relatively dry, the sheds built along the sheltered areas of the ditches, although not good-looking, make the most of the original topography of the Emei Mountains.

 Simple but not simple.

To be honest, only the current Hussars have the ability to mobilize soldiers and civilians to join the battle and build large-scale projects in a short period of time. Otherwise, Zhang Xiu's troops or the civilian officials led by Xun Chen alone would not be able to It requires more labor, but it may not be done quickly or well.

The same people and the same things may be able to build a bridge that lasts for a hundred years and turn a natural chasm into a thoroughfare, but they can also build a dregs that cannot last three to five years and can be crushed by a heavy-duty truck. .

The same Han Dynasty, the same Han banner, and the same Han army are now in a completely different state.

 This kind of contradictory difference will exist for a long time.

After pressing the last stone tightly to make sure that the felt would not slip, a man climbed down from the ceiling and jumped to the ground. Then, while patting the mud and dust on his body, he complained: "What is this?" I don’t know why I went crazy, but I came here to build this thing in the middle of the night... This place is in the wilderness. There is not much grass to raise livestock. Who would come here if people live in it? Isn’t it a waste of effort to build so many sheds? 』

When the team leader who was checking the soundness of the shed heard this, he shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!" I think you just have too much time to do! Didn’t you see that it’s not just people from our village here? People have been dispatched from the villages around Linfen. There must be something big going on! Otherwise, who do you think would be willing to blow the cold wind here in the dark? That…"

The team leader pointed to the distance and said, "Look, those military masters are all working. Let you do some **** trivial things. You talk so much nonsense!" 』

The man looked up and saw a group of hussars in armor building a shack in the distance. He laughed a few times, said nothing, picked up the wooden beams and started to build the next one. The shed went.

On the other side, among the sheds that were built earlier, there are also some people who are busy with their buttocks sticking out. These people are digging stoves directly out of the ground. This is the advantage of loess soil. No matter how you dig it on the ground, it will not have a rotten smell like in the deep mountains and old forests. There is no need to specially dry it or anything. Most of it can be put directly on the pot and used.

These men, who were obviously cooks, were preparing water and fire.

 The grain that had just been unloaded was piled on one side of the shed.

 Several soldiers on duty beside the grain and grass were muttering while helping.

"If you ask me, this Cavalry General is stupid again... There are so many refugees coming from the south. It doesn't matter if they live in one family or two. But now there are so many people who really don't do anything and just stay here to take care of their meals... Tsk, tsk, this How much food will be consumed... When the time comes, let's eat freely... How can we accommodate so many mouths? 』

"Then it's not something we have to worry about. Anyway, if the superiors ask us to do it, let's do it. It's not like we're eating your food... Come on, put the pot over and light a fire first to see if there's any leakage in the flue." No air leakage…』

 …

 …

 Under the Emei Mountains, near the plateau.

 There are many soldiers looking towards the south.

The flat and thin smoke in the distance rose as far as the eye could see, and after a long, long time, some faint black spots were seen moving in the smoke.

　　　　Here we go...check the guardrail rope again! 』

　　　『The flag is up! 』

 Slowly, the refugees came towards Emei Mountain.

 Slowing steps, hard, like a walking zombie.

　　Some packages and burdens were **** and carried on the body.

 The children are in front of you, and the possessions are behind you.

 Earth gray, earthy yellow, earthy black.

 It’s a mess.

 The face was tanned brown by the sun, the face was rough and cracked, the eyes were blank, the expression was dazed, and the expression was dull.

The hussars at the foot of the Emei Mountains mounted their horses and headed slowly towards the flow of refugees ahead.

Seeing the hussars approaching, these refugees had a burst of uncontrollable restlessness and commotion, but it soon calmed down under the tricolor flag.

　　　‘Don’t be afraid, folks! 』

　　　Fellows, go forward, follow the road and follow the signs! 』

Although the accents are a little different, the word "fellow" seems to have a soothing power when it comes out.

Obviously, these hussars who came were not from the same hometown as these refugees, and they may not even have the same clans, because some were Huns and Qiang people, but the three-color flags above their heads shouted " The word "fellows" on his lips made these refugees gradually stop running. They stared blankly and suspiciously at the approaching hussars...

　　　"You have to wait in line to get something to eat!" 』

　　　Do you see the sign ahead? Follow and move forward! 』

　　　There is hot soup and pancakes! Anyone who dares to cause trouble will not be fed! 』

The hussars were all carrying weapons, but no one raised their weapons towards the refugees. Therefore, even though these hussars gave harsh orders and were far from gentle in their attitude, the refugees' hearts settled down.

 As long as someone stutters…

Even if you die, you won’t be a starving ghost.

 …

 …

 ‘Come on, folks, let’s eat something first… Although there’s not much food, it can still fill your stomach first…’

 A wooden bowl and a ladle of hot soup.

 A wooden plate and a cooking cake.

 If we talk about its value, it is indeed nothing.

There are basically only some oily seeds in the hot soup. That's just scratching the bottom of the pot with some fat before boiling the water. What is stewed is basically extremely thin porridge and extremely green. Green wild vegetables.

As for the biscuits, they are black and small, mixed with a lot of wheat bran impurities. In order to cook them uniformly, they are also made to look hollow in the steamed buns. They look a little big, but are actually very small.

 But such simple food made every refugee almost unable to hold back tears.

 Because this is the food that people eat.

　　　　Get the wooden bowls and plates, don’t lose them! If you lose it, you won’t be able to get food! 』

　　　　After receiving the food, go forward! Go forward! 』

　　　Get in line! The queue was chaotic and no one had any food! 』

 Long queue, refugees moving slowly.

 The chaotic refugees were gradually sorted into rows of queues as they passed through the pass of Emei Mountain.

  After all, the terrain here is like this. There are only a few passages going straight up and down the plateau, like natural diverters.

Although the pre-built wooden stakes and pulled ropes cannot really stop those with ulterior motives, they can allow most of the refugees to move forward obediently. This makes some people among them even if they want to do something. Everything is a bit constrained.

In the chaos, a few or even dozens or hundreds of people running around would not be very conspicuous at all.

However, in a relatively orderly queue, as long as a person breaks out who does not march according to the queue, it will immediately attract the attention of the sentry at a high place...

 The wooden bowls and plates in their hands stabilized the minds of these refugees from the very beginning.

Even though a bowl of hot soup and a pancake did not make them full and satisfied immediately, it calmed their mood and made them more willing to follow the guidance and orders of the hussar soldiers.

Since ancient times, the people of China have only had simple needs. As long as they have something to eat, they will still be human beings and will not become ghosts...