A fast horse is often poor and thin, and a hunting boy is often poor.
Yellow crops make a poor horse, and money makes a man a man.
It is now the seventh year of the reign of Emperor Guanghe of the Han Dynasty, and this place is called Youzhou.
Liu Xiang didn't know how he came here, but he was in a trance. The world was no longer that world, and he had become someone else.
In a flash of lightning, the memory of the original owner of this body passed through his brain.
His original name is also Liu Xiang, and he is now sixteen years old. He is from Lushuiting, Hunu County, Yuyang County, Youzhou. His father died of an epidemic three years ago, so he gave the land to his neighbors to rent crops, and he married at the foot of Hunu Mountain.
Lu is a filial piety to his father.
Today, a strongman suddenly broke in. He was frightened for a moment and held his breath.
The memory ends here...
Then, the modern Liu Xiang took over.
Liu Xiang was a little confused after receiving too much information.
"Don't panic, young man. I am not a bad person and will not harm your life."
The strong man in front of me was eight feet tall, with arms thicker than human legs. He was holding a blood-stained sword and said in an evil voice that he was not a bad person?
Who believes it?
What a fool!
My ex, seems to be so scared? This kid’s mental quality is not good.
Look at me, my legs are just weak!
Liu Xiang's brain and body were not synchronized yet. His brain turned three times and he opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.
When Deng Mao saw that Liu Xiang was silent, he was a little angry and said again:
"Don't be afraid, young gentleman. My name is Deng Mao. I heard that Liu Lang is proficient in arithmetic. I would like to ask you to come out and help me coordinate the food, grass and baggage. Please don't hesitate, please come with me."
"
Without waiting for a reply, he stepped forward and grabbed Liu Xiang's forearm and walked out of the door. Liu Xiang was weak and couldn't break free. He was dragged forward and said in a low voice: "My father is the one who is proficient in arithmetic.
He lost his father when he was young and never studied."
Deng Mao ignored him. After walking a few steps, he turned back and said to several of his followers: "I'll go take care of Liu Lang and follow you quickly."
When I walked out of the door, I saw a carriage parked on the side of the road, with a few horses tied next to it. A man was lying on the ground not far away. He must have been dead. His blood was flowing all over the ground, but no one paid attention to it.
It was the first time Liu Xiang saw such a murder scene, and he felt even more panicked.
It's not like I feel sick when I see dead people, but I really feel that in troubled times, human life is as worthless as trivial matter.
"This traitor wanted to go to the county to inform the police. When someone found out, he killed him with a knife."
"How did you know he betrayed you?"
"Someone guessed."
The reason for killing was so simple. Liu Xiang knew that he must change his mentality as soon as possible. Otherwise, he might suddenly lose his life for a ridiculous reason.
Liu Xiang sighed and silently climbed into the carriage.
After a while, a servant carried two boxes and a package onto the car.
"Young gentleman, let's take a look, is there anything else you want to take away?" Deng Mao's voice came from outside the car.
"No need, let's go now." Liu Xiang didn't have much in his house, and he didn't have the heart to rummage through it right now.
………
The carriage drove bumpily for half a day, and Liu Xiang sat in the carriage without saying a word.
But my heart was in turmoil.
He knew Deng Mao, and there are records about Deng Mao in later generations. He was a disciple of the great sage Zhang Jiao, and was the commander of Xiaofang Qushuai in Youzhou during the Yellow Turban Rebellion.
It's February now, and Zhang Jiao should be raising troops soon.
In a few days, Deng Mao and Cheng Zhiyuan would start an uprising in Guangyang County.
Then he reaches the pinnacle of his life in April, attacking Guo Xun, the governor of Youzhou, and Liu Wei, the governor of Guangyang, and occupying Guangyang County. Later, when these two go south to attack Zhuo County, they will meet the destined person.
Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.
Deng Mao was stabbed to death by Zhang Sanye, Cheng Zhiyuan was beheaded by Guan Erye, the Guangyang Yellow Turban Army was destroyed in one battle, and the Yellow Turbans never caused any trouble in Youzhou again.
Deng Mao wanted to drag me to be buried with him before he died.
Liu Xiang didn't want to die, and being held hostage by the Yellow Turban, it was difficult for him to survive. If he didn't do something, he would be wiped out as a moth thief.
When you are deep in thought, time will pass quickly, and before you know it, it will be dark.
The carriage entered a camp. There were tents and huts set up in a mess, and some bonfires were burning here and there. A group of people were warming themselves up and laughing in clusters here and there.
They call this the military camp, the Yellow Turban Army camp.
Liu Xiang was asked to get off the carriage, and Deng Mao took him to a large tent in the middle of the camp. "This is a handsome tent. You are not allowed to break in if you have nothing to do."
Then he pointed to a few small tents in the back and said: "Young Master, go and choose a tent and stay here for now. It's too late today. I'll pick up the tent for you tomorrow."
We can't wait. Who knows what will happen in such a chaotic place? Liu Xiang was a little anxious and asked anxiously:
"Deng Gong, is he the Yellow Turban Commander?"
"Exactly."
"The Yellow Turbans are going to start an army?"
"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky must stand. We must change the sky and the earth to achieve peace!"
When Deng Mao spoke, his voice was not loud but very forceful, and his eyes were shining. This was his philosophy and his lifelong pursuit.
He looked Liu Xiang squarely in the eyes and said:
“The imperial court is fatuous, corruption is rampant, taxes and levies are heavy, powerful families exploit and exploit cruel people, and the people have no way to survive. If they don’t rebel, they will have to wait for death.
I, Taiping Dao, have won the hearts of the people and will surely be able to overthrow the imperial court and seize the world.
My husband, please keep your mind at ease. If you have any merit, I will definitely reward you, so as not to make my husband feel cold."
The idea of the Taiping Taoists is good, but the Yellow Turban Army they mobilized is better to forget about it. How about taking over the world in such a mess? It's better to die.
Liu Xiang was thinking this in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud for fear of death!
well!
People under the eaves have to bow their heads.
Thinking of this, Liu Xiang bowed his hands and said:
"I have been crowned with honors and given the name Yicheng. From now on Duke Deng will call me Yicheng."
Deng Mao laughed loudly
"Hahaha, good, good, Yi Cheng, just call me Qu Shuai from now on. From now on, I will make great achievements with you, and I will not be incompetent!"
Liu Xiang clasped his hands and bowed in salute.
"Xiang, pay homage to Qu Shuai."
Deng Mao cupped his hands and returned the greeting: "Yicheng calls me, what words can you teach me?"
Liu Xiang looked around, "Does Qu Shuai have a quiet place?"
"Come with me."
Deng Mao walked into the commander's tent and waved to his attendants. "You guys, please go down first. If you don't listen to the call, you will not be allowed in."
"only."
After several attendants bowed and left, Deng Mao stretched out his hand and pointed to the table on the right side.
"Yicheng, please sit down. If you have any words, it doesn't matter."
Liu Xiang thanked him, sat down and said, "Qu Shuai wants to go to Guangyang?"
"Exactly."
He moved his legs to relieve his knees and ankles. He was really not used to sitting on his knees. Liu Xiang put his hands on the desk, leaned forward slightly and said, "If I go to Guangyang, I will die!"
Deng Mao frowned and asked:
"Why did Yicheng say this?"
"Why doesn't Commander Qu take Yuyang?"
"Yuyang's armor is sharp."
"Yuyang's armor is sharp, why not take it?"
Deng Mao glared at Liu Xiang as if he were a fool, "Yuyang has five thousand soldiers from the county and state, equipped with more than two thousand crossbows, and they have iron armor, heavy shields, spears and halberds, which are really sharp. Yuyang camp is stationed outside the city.
Thousands of men are riding in armor and riding at full speed, making them invincible."
After saying that, he shook his head and said, "I can't beat him, I can't, I can't!"
Liu Xiang ignored Deng Mao and looked concerned, and said softly: "Guangyang County governs Ji County, which is only two hundred miles away from Yuyang County. How many days will Commander Qu plan to capture Ji County?"
"Our soldiers are numerous and powerful, and they are surrounded on all sides to prevent the news from leaking out."
"What about Shanggu County to the west and Zhuo County to the south? Where are the Hu Qi who protect Wuhuan Xiaowei?"
"No, just don't let the news leak..."
Seeing that Deng Mao was already panicking, Liu Xiang continued: "How many tens of thousands of people are needed to surround Jixian from all sides? Commander Qu might as well go out and have a look before saying anything to prevent the news from leaking."
There are only one or two thousand people in this camp, but it is such a chaos. The Yellow Turban Army has no concept of military discipline at all. How do the Yellow Turbans with tens of thousands of people want to coordinate with multiple channels to encircle the county without leaking the news? The enemy commander is an undercover agent of our army?
Liu Xiang sneered in his heart, although in history you have great luck and really succeeded, but Deng Mao didn't know it. He would never let Deng Mao coerce him to go to Guangyang, that would be to die.
Deng Mao suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He knew what the Yellow Turban Army looked like. He knew in his heart that tens of thousands of people would be discovered in chaos before they could encircle them. Jixian only had to hold on for three to five days. Several armies were bound to arrive. They were attacked from the back and flanks. How to fight?
Why did you believe Cheng Zhiyuan's words in the first place?
Why did you believe in the strategy of encirclement on all sides in the first place?
Why didn't you think about the problem of the Yellow Turban Army's lack of military discipline in the first place?
what to do?
Deng Mao jumped up with excitement, "Oh my! What can we do? The army is already on the way.
This, this, this,
Isn’t this a recipe for suicide?”
Before he finished speaking, he grabbed Liu Xiang's arm and said,
"Sir, Mr. Yicheng, is there any way to save our lives?
Great kindness and virtue,
Please sir, save me!"
Liu Xiang patted Deng Mao's hand and said:
"Don't panic, Commander Qu. I have a plan to go to Yuyang."