Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

Changshe, named after the trees grow in the Spring and Autumn Period. Until the Yellow Turbans and Huangfu Song's army faced off, there was only a small county town, and the surrounding area was still lush and green.

The small Changshe County could not accommodate 40,000 troops, so the former army, the rear army, the left army, and the right army must be anchored outside the old city wall. Originally, it was most convenient to build camps by logging on the spot, but Huangfu Song was an experienced general. He would rather dig yellow mud to build walls than build wooden structures.

The construction of the camps of the Han army was much slower than that of the Yellow Turbans. The new wall made of loess has been demolished a few times. Often, before new holes were added, the yellow scarves rushed into the city, and the soil that had not dried was broken. When the soil was piled up again, blood and meat scraps were mixed in the yellow mud. The wall that was finally repaired was mottled, mixed with yellow, black and red, as if the dye vat had been overturned.

It takes human lives to build a fortification. As time goes by, there will be complaints in the army. "General Huangfu is too pedantic."

So later, it had to evolve into a situation of fighting in the front and repairing the city behind, day and night.

"Master, those of us who have been trained since childhood can still bear it, but ordinary soldiers..." Cao Jiu complained to Cao Cao while maintaining the bow and arrow.

The general who took the initiative to sweep the floor is also the only one in the entire Huangfu Song Department. So the wounded who were still wrapped in bandages were so moved that they limped over to grab Cao Cao's broom.

The soldiers on the side burst into laughter.

He took off his armor and sat down by the well to breathe a sigh of relief.

The weather is getting hotter and the war is tense, and everyone has no time to deal with hygiene issues. Tens of thousands of elders were together, and the entire camp was filled with a strong stench of sweat. In addition, the corpses that were too late to be buried on the battlefield were rotting day by day. In this environment, there was no plague. It was a blessing from God.

When living conditions plummet, Cao Cao thinks of Ah Sheng. "Let me tell you, I'd rather walk a few more steps than go upstream to fetch water, or drink well water. Who knows whether the water downstream has soaked corpses or someone has urinated?"

The one who answered was Xiahou Dun, who had just run to flee: "If the second brother is here, he wouldn't drink the well water after it was boiled. Vinegar should be smoked inside and outside the tent."

Cao Cao glared at him: "Don't say, Ah Sheng is in charge of the camp in Youzhou, and there has never been a plague. That's how she started her business."

Xiahou Dun, a handsome young man, touched the bridge of his nose: "Brother, isn't this a tense situation? The moth thief is staring at the west wall and smashing it, maybe tomorrow the wall will be broken, and whose life is at stake is who will sweep the floor and take a bath and bury it. Corpse?"

"Conversely, if we sweep the floor, bathe and bury the corpse, that means we can continue to live tomorrow!" Cao Cao raised his voice, stood up suddenly, poured a bucket of well water on him to cool down, and then inspected Camp went.

The man on duty in the wounded barracks was a medical student sent by Ah Sheng, named Zhu Ye, a native of Donglai, Qingzhou, who used a good medicine. The antibacterial drug mixed with penicillin powder originated in the South Island, and it was sealed with wax paper in three boxes. In addition, there were two-pronged herbal formulas given by Hua Min. As a result, the survival rate of wounded soldiers in Cao Cao's camp was particularly high. The name of Zhu Shenyi is also particularly loud.

Cao Cao walked around the wounded barracks and saw that most of the people were lying on the stretcher, breathing lightly, and there was no other odor in the tent except the smell of herbs. He raised his hand to hold down the slightly injured person who wanted to stand up and salute, and walked gently beside Zhu Ye who was arranging the bandages.

"Is there enough herbs? Do you need to go out to collect them?"

Divine Doctor Zhu shook his head indifferently, and made a hoarse voice: "Wai." The yellow scarves outside were surrounded by the city, and they couldn't be picked.

"Then...how many days?"

Zhu Ye stretched out three fingers.

"Three months?"

Shake his head.

"Three days?"

Shake his head.

Even if he knew that Zhu Ye hurt his throat when he was young, Cao Cao wanted to curse.

In the end, Doctor Zhu finally opened his mouth and uttered two hoarse words: "Three weeks."

Cao Cao took ten seconds to pull the concept of "week" out of his mind. Weihai and Dalian take seven days as a week, and the school workshop is closed once a week. In this way, Zhu Ye can last another 20 days here, his elite battalion is still like this, other troops are even more difficult.

The Yellow Turbans do not follow the Basic Law in fighting, and there is no agreement between the two sides to truce and collect dead bodies. I am afraid that as time goes on, the possibility of a plague outbreak will be higher.

Cao Cao went to the Central Army to find Huangfu Song with a worried look. Huangfu Song was also worried. Although there was enough water, food and grass, the medicinal materials were in short supply. He didn't expect the Yellow Turbans' offensive to be so fierce.

"This is also what it should be. The longer the delay, the more perfect Luoyang's defense will be, and the more villagers will be recruited from various places. If we want to stick to it for a long time, Pocai naturally wants to fight quickly. quick decision."

Cao Cao clasped his fists, and the metal armor made a crisp sound of impact: "If you want to attack, it is better to make a sneak attack."

Huangfu Song looked at Cao Cao like a stunned young man, but this time he did not directly refuse. "Go, go up the city wall and have a look."

Standing at a high place and looking out, the first thing you see is the mutilated body and blood dripping outside the earth wall. Yellow strips of cloth mixed with black military uniforms, and the rotten breath shot into the sky under the scorching sun. Further out, there is a narrow grass, and at the other end of the grass is the Yellow Turban's camp.

I have to say that the living conditions of the Yellow Turbans are much better than theirs, with trees for shade and far from the corpses. Look at the conditions of your own house, the corpse outside the wall stinks and the loess inside the wall, don't live too hard. It is no wonder that the morale of the Han army is low, and there is no harm without comparison.

Huangfu Song smiled: "Meng De, what do you think of when you see the green trees in the moth thief camp?"

Cao Cao lowered his head for three seconds, and then his eyes lit up: "What does the general mean...fire?"

"The south wind has become more and more violent these past two days, this is God bless my big man." Huangfu Song turned his head, and his eyes showed a sharp light, "Captain Cao Cao, I will make you a pioneer tonight, Steal the camp and set fire to it, can you possibly do it?"

Cao Cao pursed his lips: "I will not disgrace my mission!"

Summer nights are hot and dry. Even the stars hanging in the sky can't make people feel more peaceful. Cao Cao led 2,000 elite cavalry, starting from the south gate of the county seat, and secretly detoured to the south of the Yellow Turban Camp. The arrows were wrapped in oil-soaked cloth strips, which were lit before the bow was drawn.

This is not an arrow for wounding, but for arson. There are many tall trees in the Yellow Turban camp, and if the tents are not burned, the plants will definitely be burned. Although plants are not easy to ignite, once they do, they have the effect of a forest fire.

Three rounds of rockets were fired, and there was chaos in the opposite camp.

Cao Cao took out his long sword: "Kill! Scattered around to set fire! After the fire took shape, break through from the east and return to the long club."

Tonight is southerly and easterly, they set fire to the south, the fire will spread to the northwest at a very fast speed, only the east is a possible escape route. Cao Cao didn't want his soldiers to be burned to death, so he added the latter sentence.

The cavalry complied. Then the team rushed into the scorching Yellow Turban camp like black water.

When they saw torches, they robbed them; when they saw the stables, they burned them; when they saw food and grass, they also burned them.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, accompanied by the whistling of the tongue of fire. Cao Cao only felt the scorching temperature on his back. The number of yellow scarves in front of him increased, blocking his horse's head densely. It seemed that someone was shouting "50,000 reward for the capture of the enemy leader", but Cao Cao didn't hear it clearly. He only had heavier arms and only battlefield intuition.

Suddenly pulled the horse's head and turned to the right, he threw his halberd, and threw a fleeting breakthrough in the crowd. "Let's go!" He shouted, and took the lead in rushing east.

I don't know how long I ran before the burning sensation on my back subsided, and the smell of corpse became more and more clear. They left the Yellow Turban camp and returned to the battlefield where the two armies were fighting. Further on, they were the city walls of Changshe.

Even he saw the soldiers who came to meet him.

Safe.

Yellow Turbans Camp was ablaze with fire, turning half of the sky orange, as if nine suns had fallen there.

"Haha, hahaha." Cao Cao laughed and turned his head. Of the 120 cavalry that originally followed him, only 70 or 80 remained. So Cao Cao stopped laughing and steered his horse to walk under a big rock: "Light the torches and wait for the brothers."

This team rushed hard, other teams should be able to survive more people. Facts have proved that Cao Cao's judgment was correct, and many cavalrymen escaped from the fire in time.

Many people's horses were burned to death, and some people's beards and hair were burned, all kinds of stubborn. But the smiles on everyone's faces couldn't stop, because Bo was completely planted.

half step. The Yellow Turban soldiers who didn't escape were either cooked or burnt, and of course they were more fleeing to the west.

Huangfu Song sent two teams to attack the rest of the Yellow Turbans from the north and south respectively. He took the central army and baggage on his own, and walked to the west without any hassle.

Cao Operation is the hero of the surprise attack, and obviously feels the improvement of his status. Originally, other generals saw him as a related household. After all, it has been several years since Zhang Huan passed away, and he fought Xianbei in Bingzhou when he was a teenager, and his age is not enough to convince the public. But behind Cao Cao stood Huangfu Song, and his own father was an important official. Everyone couldn't afford to offend him, so they took a detour when they met.

This time I have real achievements, and there are more talents who came to make friends during the march. Some people praised "heroes", some people praised "skilled soldiers and horses", and there were also people who pulled the dead Zhang Huanpan. Cao Cao was so troubled that he took leave of absence with Huangfu Song, and went to hide in the grain-carrying team.

It was still hot, although there was a shower in the morning, but the sun was in the sky most of the time. Cao Cao was lying on an ox cart full of straw, with a broken wooden shield covering his face. He wears a single shirt, lifts the hem of his short jacket with one hand to fan the wind, and shows his wheat-colored abdominal muscles from time to time, looking a little rascal.

"Is that the way Cao Mengde is in the limelight?"

A young middle-ranking officer, tall and handsome.

The other party laughed: "Fuchun Sun Wentai. I am the one who sweeps the rest of Bocai on the North Road."

Cao Cao was infected by him, and he was also happy: "I know you. I have seen you in the camp of the Chinese army." He looked at Sun Jian's armor and clothing: "You have been promoted. You are promoted by military merit. , really a hero."

"Thanks to General Huangfu for his appreciation."

Cao Cao and Sun Jian are the same age, but they hit it off quite a bit and agreed to drink together when they had time. In the following summer and the whole autumn, Sun Jian, who was still a mid-level officer, and Cao Cao, who was barely a senior officer, followed the large army to sweep the rest of Bocai on the Yuzhou Plain.

There was a fight in Yangzhai in September, and another fight in Wancheng in October. Although it was also fierce, it did not have the pressure of annihilation for the Han army.

It is unrealistic to kill all the refugees, but it is impossible for these people to organize a force to threaten Luo Yang.

The task of Huangfu Song's department is completed, and then we will see Lu Zhi in Jizhou.

The author has something to say: The Yellow Turbans in Yingchuan were originally Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun. Zhu Jun was beaten by Bocai and asked Huangfu Song to save him. Sun Jian was Zhu Jun's subordinate in history. Because Ah Sheng and Duan Jiong slaughtered Zhu Jun in Jiaozhou (not written in detail), so there is no Zhu Jun here, only Huangfu Song's army to fight Bocai, I think the result should be similar to history (without Zhu Jun's defeat, maybe it will be returned smoother). Sun Jian was assigned the name of Huangfu Song by me.

There will be more events of butterfly effect in the future, I may not be able to explain them all. Readers, please distinguish between history and fiction.