What are these fox demons and monsters? The author says: Author's words: 4 updates with 10,000 words! Happy May Day to everyone~ Please give me a monthly ticket~ Please give me a coin~ Please give me a collection~ I will give me more updates if I get more monthly tickets! Chapter 10: One Call, Hundred Responses Before Liu Zhuang could figure out what was going on with this girl, the other refugees turned their heads and looked in Liu Zhuang's direction. Their eyes were filled with confusion, excitement, or hope, like a glimmer of light flickering in despair. Seeing that a smart person had started the conversation for him, Liu Zhuang, who was thinking about how to start the conversation, shifted his puzzled gaze away from the little girl's face and answered everyone's questions. “To be honest, I do have some savings, but I spent half a guan of money just to buy these grains. Even if I use all of it to buy grains, it’s only enough for everyone to have a dozen meals. Let alone this winter, we won’t even survive until next month! We are all refugees who have fled from Dingxiang, Yunzhong, and even further away. We left our homes and came to Yanmen after risking our lives, but there are only two options left! Either sell ourselves as slaves to the local nobles, or die of hunger and cold in this winter. Is this the future we want? Is this the reason for us to return to the Han land? " Liu Zhuang struggled to stand up from the ground, using emotional facial expressions, tense body movements, empathy, and words at the top of his lungs to mobilize the emotions of the refugees. "No, we still have a way out! My hometown is also in the occupied area of Dingxiang, but it's not far from here! After I joined everyone, it only took me three days to reach Mayi! The journey is very short!
The land in that village is fertile, with cattle and sheep everywhere. A week ago, the Han army and I had just rescued it from the rule of the horses and men. After the local people were massacred by the Hu people, many fields and houses were vacant, enough for us to move in and fill the gaps. The wheat had just matured, and there was a lack of manpower to harvest it. The only problem is that that place is Dingxiang County which has been abandoned by the emperor. We can only take up arms and rely on our own hands to resist the invasion of the Hu people! Don't be afraid. I have found a way to buy enough weapons in Mayi. Who is willing to leave Yanmen County with me? Who wants to defend our own cultivated land from the hands of the Hu people? Who is willing to stay in Mayi and become a slave of those wealthy families? " After Liu Zhuang said this, the imagined scene of universal response did not appear. All the refugees stood there in a daze, caught in a dilemma. It was indeed difficult to accept becoming a slave of a powerful family, but Liu Zhuang's suggestion was too dangerous. Walking for three days on the grassland far away from the protection of the Han army, going to the border, no, to live in a village in the enemy-occupied area, and resisting the attacks of the Hu people who might come at any time? Although the Han people on the border are tough and everyone can fight, there is still a big gap between them and the regular army of the Han Dynasty and the Xianbei Centaurs who are skilled in archery and horse riding. What's more, everyone has been hungry for a month and their physical fitness has greatly declined. Instead of risking their lives like this... I might as well be a slave. It's nice to stay under a big tree for shade. Hanging out with the local nobles is also an option. "Hiss - your proposal does sound feasible, but have you considered two problems?" A refugee wearing a cotton-padded jacket, who seemed to come from a well-off family and had some cultural level, stared closely at Liu Zhuang's eyes. "First of all, the village you mentioned is in Dingxiang County, which has been invaded by various Hu people. We only have more than 200 people here. How many people are there in your village? One hundred? Two hundred? If we add up, can we defeat the invading Hu people? Secondly, we are considered an illegal armed force. What should we do if the Han army encircles and suppresses us? You are breaking the law, do you know that? " "Don't worry. This year is unusually cold. There was a heavy snowfall in October. The grassland will soon turn into a snowfield. It is impossible for the Hu cavalry to cross the snowfield just for a small number of us. Next year, when the spring comes and the flowers bloom, the nomads will be busy fattening up their cattle and sheep. Winter and spring are the busiest times for nomadic work and the worst for mobility. This was proven as early as the time of Emperor Wu of Han. We have at least half a year to prepare.” Liu Zhuang presented the facts to dispel people's doubts. As for the second one, it's even more ridiculous. The nomads are unwilling to move across the snowfield for such a trivial matter, and the Han army is even more unwilling. They will not be able to encircle and suppress us until the beginning of next spring. The beginning of next spring? The Yellow Turban Rebellion will break out in February next year before the beginning of spring! How can the Han army care about me??? If nothing unexpected happens, Emperor Ling of Han, who has ceased grassroots management, cannot collect taxes, and cannot afford to support the army, will be forced to delegate the power of conscription to everyone. Not to mention the county magistrate and the prefect, even those who weave mats and sell shoes, butcher pigs and sell dogs, and sell soybean flour can pay money to legally make weapons and armor, and legally recruit soldiers. Armor, heavy crossbows, and everything else are not banned. As long as you can beat the Yellow Turban Army, the emperor will give you whatever you want. The entire Han Dynasty will usher in the most chaotic era of eating chicken! Why are we illegal? Illegal armed forces? As long as I fight the Yellow Turban Army, it will be the legal army of the Han Dynasty! This is also the key to winning the hearts of the people here, even though he would rather not join the Bingzhou Army. Population and military strength are the key to surviving in this chaotic world. A real man is born between heaven and earth, how can he be depressed and live under others for a long time? Seeing that Lu Bu was ostracized by his superiors because he was born a commoner, it is better to rely on himself than on the current Han army. Instead of being her scout, it is better to find a way to trick her over and let her be his vanguard.
That being said, it was impossible for Liu Zhuang to use the Yellow Turban Rebellion, which had not yet broken out, as evidence, so he simply pretended to be extremely sincere and made a promise to everyone. "As for the second point, I am just trying to find a way out for everyone and give everyone a dignified way to live. This can even be considered as recovering lost territory for the Han Dynasty. I am a farmer, and I don't know if it is illegal or not. Anyway, I have no regrets in doing this! And that place has been abandoned by the emperor, and they can't come here. Taking a step back, if the Han army really came to ask for accountability, you can just tie me up, surrender and confess, and put all the blame on me! I am alone in Liuzhuang, with no one to rely on. If I can use my own life to exchange for everyone's freedom, land and future, then I will die without regrets. Moreover, I promise you that next February, I will find a better way out for everyone, but before that, we must live as free men until next February. " Liu Zhuang's words shocked the refugees completely. They looked at him with strange, shocked, and even admiring eyes. Some people who were originally not interested, after hearing him swear, raised their heads in astonishment and carefully looked at Liu Zhuang, the compatriot who had been with them for a week. At this moment, Liu Zhuang's tall body and fair face flickered in the light of the campfire. His ∞-shaped double pupils made the area of his black irises twice that of ordinary people, almost completely covering the whites of his eyes. In such a dimly lit place, people could only see an oppressive shadow in the shadow of his eyes. Only his four pupils were flashing a golden halo in the darkness. As his eyeballs turned, they turned into four dazzling flying stars, dragging four golden arcs in the darkness. We have food to eat, a house to sleep in, land to farm, and a fellow villager with dragon-like appearance leading us. The only risk is that we can fight it off with our own bravery... "Damn it, let's do it! I, Diao Luan, will be the one to take part in this gamble!" After a brief silence, the thin man holding the girl, who called himself Diao Luan, looked at his underage daughter. Then he thought about the ugly faces of those local wealthy families who had coveted his daughter in the morning, gritted his teeth, and was the first to announce that he would join. "Fuck you! I was born a free man in Dingxiang County. How can I come here to be a watchdog for the Yanmen people?! I, Zhang Ji, voluntarily join!" Zhang Ji, a rich peasant from Dingxiang who was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and raised two key questions, also slapped his thigh, stood up and swore to join. "The local nobles are too much of a bully. Seeing that my husband is seriously injured, they actually use this as an excuse to force me, Zheng Jiang, to be his maid? They threatened to have fun every night, and also said, "Madam, you don't miss your husband... If my husband wasn't lying here seriously ill, I would chop him into pieces with an axe and then go up the mountain to become a bandit!" Your name is Liu Zhuang, right? I am willing to join you. From now on, I will be at your disposal!" A young woman with a graceful figure and charming face, also wrapped in a green robe, stood up from the side of a dying man with a trembling body. She wiped her face which was already covered with tears, picked up two axes for chopping wood, and stood up without hesitation to join the team. "I'm in! I'm in!" "Count me in!" "Let's fight those noble families and the Xianbei people!" Liu Zhuang's words completely ignited the fighting spirit of these refugees in desperate situations. At last count, more than 100 refugees were willing to follow him and try their luck in Dingxiang. The remaining 100 people did not have the courage to take the risk and thought about being the dogs of the big family. Liu Zhuang counted the number of people overnight. Among the 101 people, almost all of them were young and middle-aged men and women. The older ones had lost their will and fighting spirit, and did not think they could survive and return to the grassland to fight against the sky, the earth, and the Hu people. There are still more than two hundred people in the village, about one hundred of whom are young and middle-aged; these two forces combined, two hundred young and middle-aged men and women are enough. Chapter 11: Reversing the Future The next morning, under Liu Zhuang's instructions, the refugees were divided into several teams and left Mayi in batches, and then gathered in the north of the city. Lu Bu was waiting there with dozens of soldiers and horses, pulling the resale military equipment and supplies. The number of weapons was astonishing. "Aren't you just a village chief in charge of a hundred people? Why do you have so many weapons?" Liu Zhuang was a little surprised. "The Beidi Battalion originally had six camps and thirty garrisons, with a total of three thousand people. Now, in response to the central government's disarmament plan, only more than a thousand people are left. However, they still report the specifications of two thousand people to get military pay and equipment - where do you think I got my weapons?" Lu Bu shrugged and said nothing. The most basic unit of the Han army's infantry was the squad, which consisted of five people acting in coordination. Qi Jiguang's Mandarin Duck Formation of the Ming Dynasty was somewhat similar to the infantry formation of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
People holding 80cm ring-handled swords and shields stand in the first row to defend against enemy weapons and flying arrows. The people holding the 240 cm "卜" halberds stand in the second row. This weapon is shaped like the character "卜", with an extra horizontal branch on the spear, just like the character "卜". The horizontal branch on the halberd is used to hook the enemy's shield to create an opportunity for friendly forces to attack, and the halberd and the horizontal branch are used to chop and kill the enemy with all their strength. The men holding 330cm infantry spears stand in the third row. Usually, they are elite troops standing in this position, responsible for armor-piercing and killing with all their strength. The people holding 510 cm battle spears stand in the fourth row and are responsible for stabilizing the battle line with the super-long spears. In this way, the weapons of four people can attack the enemies facing the first row at the same time, forming an advantageous situation of four against one. Together with a squad leader who is responsible for coordination, command, and deployment, these five people can form the basic combat team of the Eastern Han army: a squad. Some elite squads, or even the entire army, were equipped with crossbows as long-range auxiliary weapons. When multiple squads were stacked together, they formed the Eastern Han Dynasty's extremely majestic and indestructible infantry formation. This method is quite good and there is no need to change it. What's more, the people he is arming are militia and time is so tight. Other methods may not be able to train them in a short time. Liu Zhuang made slight adjustments based on the infantry formation of the Eastern Han Dynasty and began to purchase weapons, starting with forty sets of shields, each set costing 300 coins, a total of 12 strings of coins. Then there were forty one-meter-long hand halberds, each worth 200 coins, totaling 8 strings of coins. Next came forty two-meter-long Bu-shaped halberds, each worth 300 coins, totaling 12 strings of coins. There were also forty infantry spears more than three meters long, each worth 200 coins, totaling 8 strings of coins. Next came forty five-meter-long battle spears, each worth 300 coins, totaling 12 strings of coins. Finally, there were forty longbows, twenty thousand coins, eight hundred arrows, eight thousand coins, a total of 28 strings of coins, and a total of 80 strings of coins. Liu Zhuang lamented that he spent money like water. The 80,000 yuan he earned for the first time through military merit was not enough to buy some food and arm two hundred unarmored peasants. He even spent a little more. Lu Bu was very generous and waived the change. Anyway, these weapons were free from the warehouse. He also gave them dozens of stones of food and several carts for them to carry so many things back to the small village. Some refugees who still had some wealth also took out their last savings and bought some handy weapons as backup. The rich peasant named Zhang Ji took out an exquisite jade pendant, exchanged it for a four-meter-long cavalry spear, a ring-handled sword, a horse bow and feather arrows, and a good horse, giving the army a second cavalryman. At this moment, Lu Bu also fulfilled his promise and sent two men to serve as military instructors to teach these people who left the protection of the Han Dynasty how to fight and how to survive outside the Great Wall. Liu Zhuang took a closer look and found that this was also an old face, Tuoba Yun, who was fully armored with only a cold and handsome face exposed outside the armor. The whole person was like a beautiful ice sculpture emitting a bone-chilling chill. He stood coldly on the grassland, emitting bursts of creepy coldness. The other rider was Dugu Yan, whose charming face was blindfolded, her cherry lips were stuffed with a ball gag, her two snow-white arms, and her slender goose neck were tied with wooden shackles. Her graceful body was covered with shackles, and even her four slender and handsome hooves were tied with hemp ropes, so she could only take small steps. An iron chain hung from the wooden shackles that bound her hands and neck, like a long dog leash, and was held in Tuoba Yun's hand. "Hey, aren't you the leader of the Tuoba tribe? What will happen to your subordinates after you come out?" Liu Zhuang was a little curious. "It's snowing and winter has arrived. There won't be any new wars before spring. I can be anywhere. My tribe is working hard to convert her subordinates to Chinese culture. The first step is to separate their leader from their subordinates and prevent them from meeting. This group of people is too Xianbei. Just in case, I might as well bring her to your village to completely prevent them from colluding again. Without a leader, her subordinates will convert to Chinese culture faster." Tuoba Yun explained expressionlessly while comforting the tied-up mare. Her cherry lips were stuffed with a ball gag and she kept moaning. Liu Zhuang shrugged his shoulders. He really didn't know how to respond to this. He simply turned around and led the more than one hundred refugees, carrying more than two hundred weapons and seventy stone of millet, and walked towards Dingxiang County, which was ravaged by the Hu people, in a rather tragic manner, to meet his unknown fate. "Brother, you are quite rich. The money I used to buy weapons was earned from killing the Hu people. I only got it yesterday. You can exchange so much money for a jade pendant. How did you end up like us?" After walking for a while, Liu Zhuang looked at Zhang Ji curiously. How could an ordinary person have the money to buy a horse? Moreover, his riding posture was much more standard than his own. "That jade pendant is my treasure. If I hadn't been forced into a desperate situation by these dog officials, I would never have sold it. I would have bought a horse and gone to the north with you to fight for my life!" Zhang Ji touched the jade pendant that was no longer around his waist with a distressed look. "I have a cousin who lives in Mayi. I originally thought I could find her to help me through this difficult time, but I couldn't find her. So I ended up living on the streets. Sigh, do you know her? Her name is Zhang Liao. Her ancestral home is Mayi. She works as a minor official in Yanmen County. She should be somewhat famous, but I didn't find her. I bribed some county officials and officials, but I didn't get any information." Liu Zhuang was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger. Zhang Liao? Your cousin? So Zhang Babai is just like Lu Bu, effeminate, right?
"I've never seen this before. Let's look for it slowly after we have settled down in the village." Zhang Ji sighed; the fire of hope was extinguished in an instant. He looked at the long line of refugees, then at the grasslands in the north that were gradually covered by snow. The light in his eyes was as thin and weak as the morning sun in the fog. After walking for half a day, the other young men could still endure it, but Diao Luan's eight-year-old daughter Diao Chan could not stand this long journey anymore. She lay dying in her father's arms, her cute pink, beautiful and charming face covered with traces of tears. Diao Luan himself was trembling with legs due to fatigue from the long journey. After he barely picked her up, his legs went soft and he fell to the ground. He turned around in a hurry and fell hard on his back, so he didn't hit his daughter. However, after being hit hard on the back, he also collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up. Zheng Jiang's half-dead husband almost fainted, with a frighteningly hot forehead. It was obvious that he had caught a cold and had a fever due to the rapid drop in temperature caused by the snow in October and the fact that he had been sleeping on the streets. The harsh environment caused the high fever to persist. The cold wind from the grassland blew and the whole person withered as quickly as a fallen leaf. Zheng Jiang was so worried that her hair turned a lot whiter. Liu Zhuang sighed, and looking at the two people in the team who could not hold on, he finally softened his heart and jumped off his horse, gave his horse to Zheng Jiang's husband and Diao Luan's father and daughter, and under the grateful gaze of the three, he led the small army of 100 people on foot and continued to move forward. "Thank you very much, thank you very much!" Diao Luan was so excited that he didn't know what to say. Tears streamed down his weathered and thin face. His legs were trembling, he was breathing heavily, and he looked as if he didn't have much time left. He even began to make arrangements for his funeral arrangements. "My family has been destroyed and I am already over 30 years old. I was young and ignorant and ruined my body. After this migration and tossing, my old injuries have relapsed. I don't know how many days I can live. I am afraid I won't be able to see my daughter grow up. If I can't make it, I beg you to take care of my daughter Diao Chan and raise her. When she grows up, you can marry her as a concubine! She is my only concern." "Don't talk about death all the time. The journey is not far and you will arrive safely! Your daughter is only eight years old. What she needs most right now is you! I have never learned how to raise a child." Liu Zhuang helped the tearful man up and put him on the saddle. He looked at the young, charming, pure and enchanting little loli, and then looked at the word "fox demon" on her and felt very confused. Wait, wait, wait, the wife of the man with the fever, her name was Zheng Jiang? The famous female bandit leader of Bingzhou? Zhang Liao's cousin, Diao Chan's father, the bandit leader Zheng Jiang herself... I can see that each of you guys have special skills? ------------------------------------- Just as Liu Zhuang and others were trudging through the grassland, a group of outsiders rode into Mayi on horseback. The garrisoned Han troops all showed awe. The leader was riding a yellow horse. He was extremely tall and sturdy, about two meters and five meters tall. He wore a yellow Taoist robe over a pitch-black armor, a yellow turban and a tall hat on his majestic face. His eyes were like a chaotic thunder, with ferocious electric currents, accompanied by bright lightning, crackling in the corners of his eyes. The strange serrated long sword at his waist and the thunder crossbow used with one hand were particularly eye-catching. And he looked at the empty street with a compassionate attitude. The Taoist priest in yellow was a little confused. He blinked his eyes. Didn't they say that there were a lot of refugees in Mayi and they were being eaten up by those noble families? Where are the people? Where are so many people? I brought magic water, money, food, and weapons to secretly rescue them and persuade them to join the Yellow Turban Army. How come they are gone? ? ? Liu Zhuang didn't know that, like a butterfly that had traveled through time and space and had broken into Bingzhou, his wings had gently flapped and stirred up a storm that shouldn't have appeared, touching the strings of fate of too many people. Diao Chan's original fate was to watch her father die of hunger and cold on the street, and she was abducted into a noble family and forced to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting to please men. After many twists and turns, she was sold to Wang family in Qi County, and finally set off a chain of schemes that was famous throughout the Three Kingdoms period. Zheng Jiang's original fate was to watch her husband die tragically, collapse and commit murder in the downtown area, then escape into the mountains and become a bandit leader who brought disaster to the local area and gathered in the mountains. But now, their fate has been completely reversed by Liu Zhuang's inadvertent actions. The chess pieces have been placed, the situation has changed, and Lu Bu, who was still a small garrison commander, Zhang Liao, who was still an unknown official, Tuoba Yun who had already assimilated to Han culture, and Dugu Yan who had not yet assimilated to Han culture, were all caught up in a weak storm stirred up by the wings of a butterfly. The threads of everyone's fate were unconsciously touched and moved by Liu Zhuang's fluttering wings, vibrating out chaotic ripples in the void. The author says: Author's words: Please vote for me~Please add me to your collection~Every time the monthly votes reach an integer of 100, such as 200,300, , I will add more chapters immediately! Chapter 200: White Horse Pavilion Chief ( monthly tickets plus more!) October 10, the sixth year of Zhongping. After five days of arduous journey, the group crossed more than 50 kilometers of grassland and returned to this nameless village. It had snowed in the past ten days, and the wheat had been urgently harvested. Several villagers, holding bows and crossbows and spears, looked at the newcomers nervously, until they saw Liu Zhuang's dusty face, they breathed a sigh of relief and shouted happily. "Liu Zhuang is back! Liu Zhuang is back!"
Many villagers rushed over upon hearing the news, expecting him to bring news from the Han area, but were also puzzled by the more than one hundred refugees behind him who were also exhausted. "How is Yanmen County? Did you get any land? Who are these brothers behind you..." "Nonsense! Forget land and houses. We don't even have a hair. The local tyrants would like us to become his slaves!" Liu Zhuang, leaning on his spear and breathlessly delivering an extremely heavy piece of news.