Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

Time has slipped into summer, and dark clouds hang over the water. Blue-purple lightning flashes one after another, like drawing the roots of the tree of the end times on the sky.

The once prosperous Yingchuan county town has been dilapidated, and it looks like a ghost town under the crackling rain. The torrential rain washed away the bloodstains on the streets and alleys, and also turned the smoky traces on the city walls into black mud. The prefect's mansion was full of corpses; and the granary was smashed into an obvious big hole, and there was no grain sack inside. Only a little corn was scattered on the straw, and it was so dirty that it couldn't be seen after being trampled.

Even so, there were two dirty beggars lying on the ground looking for food, picking up one and stuffing it into their mouths, and then showing a creepy satisfied smile.

The sound of hooves from far to near, bang bang stepping on the mud and rain, mixed with the sound of metal collision, is uniform. Looking west, the black cavalry had already climbed over the broken city wall and galloped towards the granary along the main road.

Eastern Han Dynasty is still water, wear black.

The beggars panicked and took off the yellow scarf that was no longer visible on their heads, and wanted to run away as soon as they rolled into the soil. Before taking a few steps, one of them was pierced by an icy arrow through his throat. The blood-stained corn grains were reflected on the iron arrows that shone brightly, an indescribable mockery.

"Ah." The death of the companion brought great panic, causing the surviving refugees to fall to the ground with weak hands and feet.

The archer slapped his horse forward, and was about to make another arrow when he was stopped by his own master. "Cao Jiu, come back."

Cao Jiu received his bow: "Master?"

It’s easy to ask for directions.” He pressed his halberd against the refugee’s neck, and spoke in Yingchuan dialect: “Let me ask you, where is the main force of the Yellow Turbans?”

The refugee's eyes just turned half a circle when a bloodstain appeared on his neck.

"I...I I I said, they robbed the grain, money and silk, and went north."

Cao Cao did not move.

"General, I'm telling the truth. We're just here to pick up some leftovers..."

Cao Cao glanced at the waist rope of the refugee, which was mixed with gold threads. The halberd crossed, and blood was sprayed on the street, which was diluted into a bright red by the rain in a blink of an eye.

"Let's go." Cao Cao turned his horse's head and gave the order to the cavalry, "The county town is broken, go north to investigate."

He walked decisively, without giving the Yingchuan Prefect's House an unnecessary look. A long time ago, he and Ah Sheng lived here together. It was a peaceful and happy youth. But it has been 18 years since Cao Bao passed away. The prefect's mansion has been revised by many masters, and it is not what he remembered.

Nowadays, it is more important to put down the Yellow Turbans.

Different from the rabble of people who grab and run as you usually think, the Yellow Turbans have a main force. Although it is said that the eight prefectures are rising together to conquer the city, there are only two elite troops of the Yellow Turbans: one is in the Julu base camp and is led by brothers Zhang Jiao;

If Ah Sheng was here, she would definitely say that the Yellow Turbans' program was a failure. Thousands of years of history have proved that if the peasant uprising is to succeed, it must take the route of encircling the city from the countryside instead of building a wall with a large amount of grain. But the choice of the Yellow Turbans is not to attack the city, they chose to attack the capital! Isn't this **** mode?

The formation of troops in the Eastern Han Dynasty was also centered on guarding Luoyang.

General He Jin was stationed at Xuanyuan Pass, blocking the dangerous road for the Yellow Turbans to enter Beijing. Huangfu Song led a large army to fight against the Yellow Turbans in Yingchuan. As for Lu Zhi, who went to Jizhou to find Zhang Jiao to fight, he was assigned the five battalions of the forbidden army, plus a permit to recruit troops on his own. Although it is not to let him be a bare commander to let himself go, but the level of attention is not comparable to that of Huangfu Song's department.

First, the Yellow Turbans in Yingchuan who were going to hit the capital were destroyed, and the crisis in Luoyang was lifted, and then Zhang Jiao, who was in charge of Jizhou, was evacuated. As for the Yellow Turbans in other states, let's fend for yourself locally. Although the thinking of the court was rogue and irresponsible, it really hit the dead end of the Yellow Turbans.

Who told them to blindly identify Luo Yang?

If the Yellow Turbans want to go to Luoyang, it is impossible to run too far, and it is impossible to go around half of China on a Long March or something. So Cao Cao's vanguard troops ran for a day and found the main camp of the Yellow Turbans. Fifty miles northeast of the county town, on the plain at the foot of Mount Song, there are 100,000 yellow scarves gathered. And more people who have lost their land are still being coerced by a steady stream.

The yellow headscarves form a spectacular ocean, which is spread out in pieces under the sunset after the rainstorm, making people terrified. Cao Cao never knew that the Eastern Han Dynasty had so many yellow dyes to dye their headscarves.

The Yellow Turbans also discovered the imperial troops, and Wuyangyang surrounded them, forming an encirclement with the advantage of the number of people. The two sides engaged in a partial battle over the sunset.

Cao Cao did not appear. He has just completed a whole day of exploration in the rain. Whether it is considered from the physical strength of the horses or the distribution of responsibilities, he should take a rest in the Central Army. When tens of thousands of people fight against tens of thousands of people, there is only so little contact, and it is common for the troops in the rear to shower, eat, and rest.

Cao Cao took out the **** slices from his luggage, boiled a large pot of **** soup in the tent, and distributed it to the cavalry that had just marched in the rain. Health is the number one priority when sending troops abroad. Of course, his own soldiers have to be more careful. All the wet clothes were roasted on the fire, and some rice soup was boiled to drink. When it was dark, everyone put on dry armor again and was ready to go.

At this time, the troops in front of the Yellow Turbans came back one after another. The battle damage has reached an astonishing 20%.

"Although the enemy is poorly equipped, they are numerous and not afraid of death." The wounded reported.

Huangfu Song looked at the Yellow Turbans who had retreated to the camp despite being a little messy and sighed: "Bo Cai led a group of chaotic people but advanced and retreated in a moderate manner. This man should not be taken lightly. The battle is tough."

The militants in the army just hit their heads and bleed, and no one said anything at this time, all relying on Huangfu Song to make up his mind. It was Cao Cao who threw up his hands and said, "The number of Yellow Turbans is huge, so they must consume a lot of food. I see that they are making fire in their camps, and they don't seem to be restrained. How long can we eat in the granary? Besides, the nearby farmers are all tied up, the fields are uncultivated, and there will be no harvest this year. If there is a long-term confrontation, when the Yellow Turbans are forced to starve and cold in the autumn and winter, the army can be defeated in one blow.”

Cao Cao was encouraged and even more happy: "I am willing to lead an army to attack the Yellow Turban forage."

Huangfu Song waved his hand and said, "For the time being, we will build the Fortress fortress." Huangfu Song led the generals to unfold the map under the lights, and Cao Cao helped to eliminate the surrounding dilapidated county towns one by one. The final selected location was the Changshe.

In the night, the Han army began to move. Most of the Yellow Turbans were peasants who could not eat well and suffered from night blindness at a high rate, so they could only defend in the battalion at night. As the elite of the central government, the food situation of the Han army is much better, and the army can also survive the night march.

Forty thousand horses could not be transferred in one night, so they were divided into three nights. During the day, the tents were not dismantled and the fire in the stove was not reduced. In fact, the vanguard had already moved to Changsha, and started to cut down trees to build fortifications.

The cavalry led by Cao Cao at the rear of the third night. Huangfu Song rode with his personal guards and mixed in with the team.

"Why should the general take the risk?" After leaving the camp for half an hour, the light of the torches was no longer visible, and Cao Cao took out the long wooden stick in his mouth and spoke, "The general yesterday time to go."

Huangfu Song looked very relaxed and patted the Liangzhou little brother on the shoulder: "I know that Meng De is doing his duty. But as the main general, how can I leave the food and grass first?"

Cao Cao was still indignant, and whispered: "You are treating me as a child under the public account of Ranming!" A topic was raised to divert Cao Cao's attention: "I remember that Meng De's hometown was in Yuzhou."

At this time, the cavalry troops were walking on the barren fields, and there were no traces of the official roads. Only a river in front reflected sparkling ripples in the moonlight. Linhe was supposed to be a fertile field, but apart from the wildly growing weeds on the ground, there were skeletons that had been rotting for a long time. As soon as the horse's hoof stepped on the ribs, it shattered, leaving only a snow-white skeleton that was kicked away by a certain military horse.

"Uncle and grandfather used to be the prefect of Yingchuan." Cao Cao said in a suppressed voice, his tone was heavy, "My second brother and I came here to study when we were young. At that time, Yingchuan was thriving. , the private schools on both sides of the Yingshui River are prosperous, rowing boats, singing and outing, burning incense, it is truly an elegant place..."

The conversation seems to have shifted in a worse direction. Huangfu Song sighed: "Wait until the moth thieves are wiped out..." He stopped after saying that, even if the Yellow Turbans were destroyed, would it be easy to restore Yingchuan to its former prosperity? Not to mention the group of eunuchs who still held the power, even the emperor himself, who was seriously injured, still refused to let go of the party's ties. In other words, it was because the emperor was seriously injured that he refused to lift the party restraint. His fear of the party members was so deep that he dared not leave a situation that the party members looked around for to the underage new emperor.

In the end, Huangfu Song could only say: "Moth thieves are hateful."

Cao Cao nodded: "Moth thieves are hateful."

As long as there are no moth thieves, the world will be peaceful. But they all know that this is a false proposition.

In mid-June, the army of Huangfu Song moved to Changshe to build a strong city and confront the Yingchuan Yellow Turbans. They stocked up enough food and clothing, and planned to stick to it until winter, before going to fight the Yellow Turbans who lacked food and clothing. However, the plan could not keep up with the changes, and one day in July a strong wind blew.