[This update of mine is only 4,000 to 5,000 words long. Like others, I just think that the plot can be more coherent when combined. If you like the two updates, I can split them up?]
Cheng Tou screamed in surprise, and everyone was so frightened that they hurriedly pulled him back. Fortunately, they were still a little far away from the village, and it was noisy enough, so the yellow scarf thieves did not notice them.
However, Zhengtou was extremely anxious at this time. Although he was pulled back, he still struggled to observe the situation over there through the gaps between the branches.
I saw that the man who acted bravely was indeed his uncle, and his head suddenly became as big as two heads. His head was already big enough, but now it was buzzing, as if it was about to explode.
Daniel was calmer, so he pulled him and said, "Brother Zhitou, don't be anxious. Don't be anxious."
As he spoke, he took the bow and arrow from his back and said to the men on the side: "I just took a rough look around. There are twenty-seven of them in total, and there are nine of us. If we divide them up, three for each person is just right. The leader of the thief
He should be a scribe, he has no armor, he will capture the thief first and capture the king first."
"Are you going to fuck them?" The man whose sister married to Wujia Village was surprised and happy.
Daniel looked at Weigou and said, "It's already like this. What else can we do if we don't fight?"
Everyone looked at each other and said apologetically: "Brothers, go back and rescue my uncle and my sister and their family. I will treat you with wine and meat."
The other men laughed, and one said: "It's your turn to treat us. Who doesn't know that the young master rewards you with good wine, so don't feel bad when you look back." Several others also followed suit.
He nodded and took off his bow and arrows. The arrows used for the new arrows were all provided by Wei Cheng. It would not be a problem to shoot through ordinary leather armor.
This is also the main reason why they dare to attack more with less. In addition to arrows, they also have stab-proof clothing and swords that are as sharp as iron. Whether it is long-range attack or close combat, they think they are all capable of fighting.
At this time, there were changes on the field.
The thief who raped the girl wanted to attack his uncle, but was unexpectedly stopped by the leading scribe.
He walked between the two of them, looked at his uncle, and said, "Joining the Holy Cult will save you from death."
Uncle Zhengtou was also fierce, spitting on the ground, and said viciously: "Bullshit Holy Cult, who among the entire Han Dynasty doesn't know that you were dispersed by General Zhu of Qiantang, and now you are not only causing harm to the countryside, but also becoming bandits.
, what else can you do?”
"Hey, the little old man knows quite a lot." The thief looked at the scribe and spat: "Sir, if you do this, kill him."
The scribe frowned slightly and wanted to explain. After all, killing a few more people would have many benefits for him.
But before he could say anything, the thief raised the rusty sword in his hand and was about to slash at his uncle.
It's too late to say it, but it's soon.
He heard a 'whoosh' sound in his ears, and then saw the thief's eyes widening in disbelief as an arrow passed through his chest.
Then, one after another, people fell to the ground.
In just a few breaths, the yellow scarf thieves on guard outside collapsed.
The scribe was horrified. He instinctively pulled his uncle to block him in front of him. He looked up and saw that on the hillside not far away, someone was bending a bow and setting an arrow again. One of them was aiming at him. He was so frightened.
He quickly ducked behind his uncle.
On the hillside, I weighed my head and secretly cursed my bad luck.
He turned around and found another target, aimed at the opponent's chest and shot it.
At this time, the distance between the two sides was only twenty or thirty steps, and the arrow hit the target steadily, and you could even hear the opponent's cry of pain.
The bull next to him shouted: "Brothers, kill!"
After two rounds of shooting, more than half of the thieves were injured. Relying on the strength of their stab-proof clothing, everyone put their bows behind their backs, pulled out the sharp swords from their waists, and rushed into the crowd with shouts.
As he ran, Chengtou shouted: "Brothers and sisters of Wujiacun, I am Chengtou, come with me to kill these thieves."
Uncle Chengtou didn't expect that the visitor turned out to be his nephew. Although his hands were captured by the scribes, he still shouted decisively: "Young men from Wujia Village, it's the people from Haojia Village who have come to save us. Don't be afraid, fight."
Damn these sons of bitches."
One stone stirs up a thousand waves. It is not that the people at the bottom are without ferocity, but they lack a leader.
At this time, several men kneeling on the ground looked at each other, suddenly swarmed up and threw a yellow turban thief to the ground, using fists and kicks to express the resentment in their hearts.
Even women and children are not willing to be outdone. The so-called herd mentality is like this. It can not only make people follow blindly, but also eliminate the fear in people's hearts. When they see someone taking action, they also look for the nearest target, pinch, scratch, twist, and bite.
Use every possible means.
After all, the main force is the first group. The sharp blade can pass through the leather armor and easily end a person's life. However, the opponent's weapons cannot penetrate the stab-proof clothing they are wearing. It is as if they have been tricked. The yellow turban thieves are frightened.
Defeated steadily.
Just when everyone was overjoyed, the scribe who held uncle Chengtou hostage suddenly pulled out a dagger, put it against uncle Chengtou's throat, and shouted: "Stop it."
When Zhengtou saw this, his eyes were about to burst, and he shouted: "If you dare to hurt my uncle, I will kill you with your head on the ground."
The scribe was stubborn and shouted: "At worst, one life can be exchanged for another."
Seeing this, Chengtou hurriedly grabbed Da Niu and others, and the two sides reached a stalemate.
But looking up, there were only five yellow scarf thieves who could still move normally at this time. Except for the scribe, the other four were all scarred. There was no arrogance on their faces, only a look of deep fear.
At this time, Da Niu suddenly shouted: "Surround them, don't let them get on their horses and run away, take their horses away."
The scribe said angrily: "Who dares? Aren't you afraid that I will kill him?"
Zhengtou hurriedly stopped everyone, but Daniel saw the situation clearly and said with a smile: "If you kill him, all five of you will die, but if you let him go, I promise not to kill you and will let you go.
"
Hearing this, Zhengtou nodded hurriedly and said, "That's right. If I don't kill you, let my uncle go."
The scribe sneered, "Why should I believe you?"
Even though he still wanted to talk after weighing his head, Daniel sneered and said: "In that case, let's trade our lives for lives. One for five, we won't lose."
Zhengtou angrily stopped Da Niu and said angrily: "What are you talking about? That's my uncle."
On the other hand, the uncle of Zhongtou raised his thick eyebrows. He knew about Daniel's plan and laughed loudly: "Brother Danniu is right. One for five, this deal is for sure. Zhongtou, please stop talking."
, shooting arrows at them, I don’t want to live anymore.”
"Uncle!?" He was shocked. This guy was also a fan of the authorities, and he only had eyes for his uncle.
Now it was the turn of the scribe and others to be confused. Looking at the old man in his arms, the scribe hesitated and said, "If I let him go, can you really let us go?"
Da Niu nodded, grabbed the head of the one who was still talking, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I, Da Niu, have said it to the letter. If I don't kill you, I won't. If I do it, I'll be a son of a bitch."
At this time, the scribes and others were all moved. One of the thieves covered the wound that was constantly leaking blood and said: "Boss, let him go. Let's go back first. We will leave the green mountains without worrying about no firewood. The future will be long."
.”
The scribe naturally knew this truth. After thinking about it, he concluded that a group of country bumpkins had no scheming intentions, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll let them go, but we have to wait until we get on the horse."
Hearing this, Da Niu signaled the villagers to clear a path and shouted: "Let the people go before mounting the horse. If you don't let them go and shoot you to death with random arrows, I, Fei Yao, will not break my promise."
The scribe frowned slightly, always having a bad premonition, but he didn't care so much at this time. He nodded, hurriedly pulled his horse and got on it. He pushed his uncle forward, which was considered accomplished.
trade.
However, at the next moment, an unexpected scene appeared for him.
I saw Uncle Chengtou, who was thrown to the ground and gnawed in the mud, got up and shouted: "You sons and daughters of Wujia Village, hit them with stones. I will stone them to death."
The scribe was horrified and hurriedly shouted: "How dare you, my father-in-law? He has sworn an oath."
Uncle Zhengtou touched the dust on his face and said angrily and funny: "What he said as a junior has none of my business, Wu Santong. If he doesn't kill you, I will! Besides, he didn't take action either, right?
Hahaha."
"You, you guys... are extremely shameless!" The scribe wanted to defend himself, but he was greeted by a stone attack from the villagers of Wujia Village.
The picture is too cruel, so skip it directly.
The scribe never imagined until his death that this little old man would not respect martial ethics.
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Wei family.
The men from Haojia Village arrived at high speed and quickly informed Wei Gong of what happened in Wujia Village.
When Wei Gong learned of the situation, he ordered fifty servants without saying a word, and the group rushed to Wujia Village.
Shortly after Wei Gong left, Wei Hao, who was fishing by the lake, received the letter from the steward.
When he saw the items in the box, he burst into tears and laughed. He immediately called the cook at home and asked her to cook according to the recipe.
The steward handed over another box and said, "Sir, this is what the second master prepared for the Cai family."
Wei Hao frowned slightly, sighed, and said, "Send someone to take it to you."
Seeing that Wei Hao looked wrong, the steward said with a smile: "Sir, the second master is doing this carefully to avoid being criticized by others, and the second master always has long-term intentions in doing things, so why should I be angry with him?"
Wei Hao shook his head, twirled his beard and said: "Why are my son and I so angry? It's just that Ceng'er has been making trouble one after another, and I'm also in a state of confusion. You said this child is really a real person."
, if there is anything, can’t we discuss it together as a family?”
When the steward heard this, he could only comfort him: "Master, please don't blame the second master. The second master is doing this to protect the Wei family. Looking at the situation in Luoyang now, if the second master's words come true, I, the Wei family, will be able to sit back and relax."
, if not..."
Wei Hao frowned slightly, indicating that he didn't need to say anything.
After a pause, Wei Hao asked: "By the way, what happened after Dong Zhongying went to see Cheng'er?"
The steward bowed and said: "It has indeed moved. The army went south and crossed the river. The spies came to report. Dong Zhuo led his army and was stationed at the foot of Beimang Mountain. No one seemed to care about him in Luoyang. The situation in the DPRK was complicated and confusing. He Jin and Zhang Rang Everyone is so kind and cheerful."
When Wei Hao heard this, he put his hands behind his back, stood on the pier with his head held high, looked at the lush green ginkgo trees on the other side of the lake, and said: "The Xiliang army is approaching the foot of the imperial city. The inner court must have received the news. If it is true as I expected, , it’s time for the inner court to leap over the wall.”
The steward nodded in agreement.
Wei Hao sighed, suddenly burst into laughter, and said: "My son is not as talented as I am. We are strategizing thousands of miles away. Dong Zhuo's army going south will inevitably be the beginning of a struggle between his relatives and the inner court. The arrow is on the string and has to be fired. Both sides must fight to kill each other." result."
The steward nodded thoughtfully, thought for a while, and asked curiously: "But judging from the current situation, He Jin obviously has a better chance of winning. Why does the second master still assert that He Jin must die?"
Wei Hao frowned slightly, shook his head slightly and said: "I am also confused. I just learned that Dong Zhuo went south. I thought he was the key to He Jin's death. After all, he went to see Cheng'er, so he should get What guidance.”
"But how can Dong Zhuo, with only three thousand Xiliang troops, change the situation of the war?" The steward disagreed.
Wei Hao nodded and said: "Yes, Dong Zhuo alone cannot compete with He Jin who has an army of 50,000, but what if He Jin dies? There is no leader, and the outcome is uncertain. You know, He Jin has many men under his command. Many people are disobedient to discipline."
The steward stroked his beard three times in a row with a puzzled look on his face. This was his habitual action when encountering problems.
Wei Hao saw this and said with a smile: "Yes, the question comes back again. If He Jin dies, Dong Zhuo is useless. But if He Jin dies, it must have nothing to do with Dong Zhuo going south. So who killed He Jin?" "
Wei Hao never thought that He Jin, who had an army of 50,000, was deceived into the palace and killed by a fake edict. There was not so much conspiracy and tricks. It was just that simple. He was tricked into the palace and killed secretly. Lost.
Cao Cao once commented on He Jin: "You are a monkey and wear a crown, you know the small and seek to be strong."
It can be seen that He Jin was an arrogant and arrogant person. He relied on his control of the world's military power to enter the inner court alone and handed over his wealth and life to the Shichangshi who controlled the inner court. As a result, he was struck to death with a sword. Well, in the end, not only did he lose his head, but he still didn’t have a good reputation.
Of course, this does not mean that He Jin's death has nothing to do with Dong Zhuo.
You must know that the Xiliang army led by Dong Zhuo has made great contributions in the crusade in recent years. It is so famous that even the ten permanent servants are afraid of it. And Dong Zhuo leads his army south, and the news will inevitably spread to the palace.
This undoubtedly forced the ten permanent servants to take action. Their idea was also very simple. Kill the leader He Jin and leave the group without a leader. It would not be up to them to have the final say at that time. After all, the emperor is still in the inner court. But they have absolutely no choice. I thought that Yuan Shao and others would be so reckless, seeing He Jin's head, they would go straight into the inner court...
"Okay, let's leave aside the court affairs for now. Where is Uncle Wen, why don't you see others?"
"Oh, Third Master took people to Wujia Village. The villagers who sent the letter said that they encountered the remnants of the Yellow Turbans on the way."
Wei Hao snorted coldly, "This group of people can't calm down for a while. They come here to loot again and again. Do you really think I have no temper?"
The steward also said coldly: "The thief is extremely cunning. Several pursuits have been fruitless. I hope the third master can gain something this time."
The two of them didn't know that when Wei Gong led a large group of people to Wujia Village, all they saw was a puddle of meat.