"Bai Cai, what are you howling for killing embryos? Damn... the general asked you to patrol here, not for you to chat. It's okay for you to steal the chickens yourself, but you actually led the newcomers to bad things. You don't want food rations.
Isn’t it? If you don’t want it, neither will your wife and children at home?”
There was a burning pain on his back, and he heard familiar scolding voices in his ears. Veteran Bai Cai breathed a sigh of relief, well, he was still alive, and he was not attacked by the Taishan Army.
Immediately, his heart began to rise again. To a certain extent, this bitter, mean and plotting guy behind him was more terrifying than Taishan Wang Pengju.
Bai Cai gave up his plan to cover the wound on his back, but endured the pain and turned around, with a flattering smile on his face: "General Yang, it's freezing cold, why did you come out in person? I, I
Isn’t this teaching Mu Mu how to patrol?”
While nodding and bowing, he gestured to his companions with his hands behind his back.
The recruit named Mu Mu was named Zhang. Although his name was Mu, his reaction was not stupid at all. Seeing the veteran's gesture, he quickly stepped forward and echoed: "Yes, yes, that's what Brother Bai said."
The little leader surnamed Yang crossed his whip in his left hand, swaying, raising his neck and belly, and squinting at the two of them. He snorted from his nostrils: "Huh! Who knows if you guys have colluded to deceive someone? Attack Mount Tai."
, related to the future of our Qingzhou Yellow Turban, will determine the well-being of all people in the world, are you so slack, do you intend to interfere with the great cause of the Little Heavenly Master?"
As soon as he heard this, cold sweat fell down Zhang Mu's back. When the north wind blew, the chill penetrated into the seams of his bones and filled his whole body with ice.
"Don't dare, don't dare, General Yang, Master Chao, what you said is too serious, how can I have the courage?" Bai Cai was calm in the face of danger. He nodded and bowed, and kept changing the names in his mouth, while approaching him.
, he turned his sleeves and handed something over quietly.
Yang Chao took it with ease, weighed it with his hands, and immediately identified the type and quantity of the gift. He frowned with some dissatisfaction.
Bai Cai had been paying attention to his expression, and when he saw this, he quickly said: "When we attack the city, I will move forward bravely. After the city is broken, I will also show my tricks. Master Chao, you know that my hands and feet are
Always very fast.”
Yang Chao thought for a moment, then nodded and inserted the whip back into his lower back: "Well, that's true. Forget it, I'll let you go this time. I won't do it next time. Do you understand?"
"Thank you, General Yang, thank you very much." Bai Cai breathed a sigh of relief, not caring about cursing the other person in his heart, and hurriedly pulled Zhang Mu to express his thanks.
The internal management of the Yellow Turban is very chaotic, but the rules and levels are very clear.
The treatment of minions is definitely not as good as that of small bosses, and the treatment of small bosses is not as good as that of big bosses. This is reflected in the daily treatment and the distribution of post-war spoils.
The proceeds from plundering, because the slogan of the Yellow Turbans is to equalize the wealth and the poor, so the grain, grass and livestock must be returned to the public. Of course, generally speaking, the leaders will use part of it to reward the brothers who have worked hard and fought hard. If there is no benefit, who is willing to move forward?
As for things like money and treasures, they should be returned to the public in principle, but these things are small in size and of high value, so they can be hidden casually on their bodies. It is impossible for the leaders to rob a place and then search all the minions, so
I had no choice but to turn a blind eye.
Anyway, the Yellow Turbans don't have much use for money. Apart from some large cities that are strictly guarded, there are only the strongholds of powerful people that can do business. And those powerful people are very cunning. Even if they deal with the Yellow Turbans, they will not sell food or iron.
Give it to the other party. They are not stupid. They sell it to the Yellow Turbans for weapons and food. Do you think they will die quickly enough?
The leaders ignored it, but the big and small leaders would not just watch, especially the small leaders. They were very familiar with the situation at the grassroots level. Anyone who wanted to hide something from their eyes would only be asking for trouble.
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Of course, returning everything to the public will dampen the enthusiasm of the minions. The leaders are not stupid and will not fish for nothing. They adopt the method of taking a commission.
From the looting proceeds of the minions, the small boss will take a portion according to the proportion, and then the big boss will take a portion from the small boss, and the leader will take a portion from the big boss...layer by layer, and so on.
In a sense, this model is similar to that of the government, except that the slogan and identity are changed. As the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans gradually open up the situation, the identity of the Yellow Turbans is also rapidly transforming into a regular army.
The former big bosses have become generals, and the big and small bosses have become captains and military princes. Of course, it is best to call them generals in person. Who doesn't like to hear good words?
Recruit Zhang Mu is not very good yet, but Bai Cai has become very familiar with this trick. He knows that Colonel Yang’s purpose of personally coming out to find trouble is nothing more than to make some extra money. With his rich experience, he will do it every day.
The harvest from this robbery was more than others, so it would be strange not to be closely monitored by this person.
Now, the last few five-baht coins have been handed over to the other party, and future profits have been promised. In this way, the other party has no reason or need to continue to find trouble.
"Yeah." Yang Chao's attitude really improved a lot. He waved to the whistles who rushed out after hearing the exclamations inside the village wall, indicating that the warning was wrong. Then he turned around and asked: "Old Bai, what did you just hear?"
Tell me, what movement did you notice?"
"There seems to be some movement at the top of the city." Bai Cai replied truthfully.
"City head? What mystery could there be?" Yang Chao raised his head and glanced, only to see the firelight swaying on the city head, and the faint shadow of a person moving, but he couldn't see anything anywhere.
"It's useless to try any tricks. In front of the little heavenly master's magic, all sneaky tricks can't be evaded. In front of an army of 200,000, no matter how powerful a person is, he will only end up with his body broken into pieces."
He couldn't guess the enemy's intentions, so he shouted a few slogans as a routine. Anyway, it was the best way to boost morale, and it also emboldened him.
"Yes, we have rested for two days. When the army gets tired, we will start to besiege the city and sweep through Taishan County!"
"Come into Fenggao City and you will have whatever you want!"
"Enter Fenggao and have a prosperous year!"
The minions were indeed in high spirits. They were shouting enthusiastically and shaking their frozen bodies, looking forward to a bright future.
Only Bai Cai suddenly frowned and listened to something in the direction of Fenggao City. Seeing this, everyone stopped cheering and the wall fell into silence again.
Many times, the experience of veterans can save lives more than force. This is one of the reasons why the little boss Yang Chao does not push too hard.
"Everyone listens, it sounds like... the sound of drums?"
"Dong...dong..." Once, twice, the sound of drums came from the top of Fenggao City.
The sound is not high-pitched, but it is neat and scattered, low and slow, just like the ice spring flowing under the winter snow, and like the light of the stars and the moon slowly coming out when the clouds open and the moon shines.
As the noise on the wall of the village decreased, the solitary figure became clearer from blur, penetrated the thick darkness, and reached everyone's ears like the sun appearing through the clouds.
"Quick, blow the horn, the Taishan Army has sent troops to attack!" Yang Chao was shocked. The sound of the drums was military music and should not be touched unless ordered by the general. It is definitely not a good thing for the Taishan Army to beat the drums in the middle of the night.
Bai Cai quickly reminded: "General Yang, don't worry, it may not be a sneak attack. Maybe they are trying their old tricks again and want to harass us and prevent everyone from sleeping well."
"That's true...but this time they didn't blow the trumpets and the drums didn't sound. They are so far away, who can they disturb?"
"But if it's a sneak attack, why would they beat the drum?"
Faced with everyone's questions, Bai Cai could only shake his head. When everyone was at a loss, he saw Zhang Mu's thoughtful expression, so he asked: "Mu Mu, what did you hear?"
"It seems... there is music playing at the top of the city." Zhang Mu's tone was very uncertain.
"Play music at this time? Who should you play it for? Is Wang Pengju stupid?" Yang Chao laughed dumbly.
Zhang Mu's face turned red and he tried to defend himself: "But the drum beats are clearly rhythmic, similar to what I heard outside the Governor's Mansion..."
"Jiao He's governor's office?" Bo Cai thought quickly. He knew that his companion was from Linzi. He was taken into the army after the Linzi city was broken. He was an honest man, and his words should be reliable.
"Yes, it's Jiao Shi... that's him." Zhang Mu's tone was very sure.
"Could it be that... you're doing something wrong?" Bai Cai's words were very important.
As the saying goes: etiquette cannot be extended to the common people, and punishment cannot be extended to the officials. Since ancient times, rituals and music have been very solemn rituals. Ordinary people like Zhang Mu, when passing by outside the governor's office, hear the sound of drums, most likely it is not the scholar-officials having a banquet and having fun.
music, but some kind of ritual.
As we all know, Jiao He is an incompetent person who has little ability and relies on worshiping gods to solve everything. Most of the rituals he performs are rituals.
During this period, the propaganda about magic and other matters within the Yellow Turban Army was indeed deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so Bo Cai immediately thought of it.
"It's possible that since Wang Pengju once pretended to be a little heavenly master, he must also know some magic." As soon as he said this, someone immediately agreed.
As soon as it started, all kinds of associations started one after another. Some people changed their minds and said: "Oh no, he will definitely use magic to bombard the village gate. I heard that he is proficient in thunder magic!"
"Quickly, get off the city wall quickly, lest..."
"Why are you so worried!"
Yang Chao shouted loudly, suppressing the numerous noises: "With the little heavenly master here, even if the other party has any magic, it is not worth mentioning. What's more, there is no altar at the top of the city, how can he cast magic so easily? Someone
Now go report it to Qu Shuai, and you all will stay here for me."
"..." All the soldiers looked bad. Encouraged by their faith, they were not afraid of bloodshed in battle, but they were afraid of ghosts, gods, spells and the like.
The Little Heavenly Master and Wang Peng were fighting. If ordinary people like me were involved, it would be strange if there were no corpses left! Who else could not be afraid?
Afraid of what might happen, Yang Chao just turned around. Before he could get down the wall, he heard the sound of bells and drums from the direction of Fenggao, and loud music.
The next moment, high-pitched singing penetrated the sky and moved the earth!
The lyrics are simple and atmospheric, and the singing voice is high-pitched and loud, breaking through the silence of the night like wind and thunder, echoing in the mountains and rivers of Qilu.
"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes..."
A song of mourning shocked the whole world, the mountains listened to it, and the water responded to it. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to become a registered member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.