Pei Yuanshao scratched his head and asked in a low voice: "Boqi, what is a bandit?"

Guan Hai groaned and replied, "Idiot, Bo Qi wants to lead everyone to live a life of good wine, meat and women. Then the bandits will naturally be rich and sweaty bandits. I don't understand this, pig."

Ma Yue rolled his eyes when he heard this, and it was helpless to be a bandit.

The failure of the Yellow Turban Uprising has fully demonstrated that even if you can pull up a team of millions, you will still be a mob. You are still no match for the elite Han army of the Eastern Han Dynasty. There is no way to survive if you carry the poor to a large-scale uprising.

There are three benefits to being a bandit.

First, the goal is small, not as powerful as the Yellow Turban Rebellion, and it will not attract the attention of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the military pressure it faces will be much smaller.

Second, the flow was fast, and the communication methods at that time were extremely backward. Local counties and states fought on their own, and their training was lax and their military preparations were lax, so the bandits had a lot of strategic space for interspersion and detour.

Third, there is sufficient supply. Since you have been wandering around all over the world all year round, you can always find wealthy families in various places to provide them with plunder, so supply is not a problem.

Based on the above three advantages, Ma Yue is confident that he can survive this difficult time. He only needs to survive five years, and when Emperor Ling dies, Dong Zhuo enters Beijing, and then the eighteen princes of the 18th lords set off to fight against Dong. At that time, it is time for the salted fish to turn over.

Of course, Ma Yue thought that he could still survive these five years as a bandit.

When bandits eat in the wind and dew, they have no place to live, and they have no place to live. It is no need to say that they have worked hard, because they have always been in the core circle of government forces, so they may be surrounded by the government army at any time and their entire army will be destroyed.

Being a bandit, living in peace and working hard, and getting away with the law. As long as you don’t make too much noise, you can usually survive well.

But the problem is that in the end of the Han Dynasty, the world was full of suffering. If one place was limited to being a mountain king, the rich families around him would have a day of harm. What should we do? Go and rob the poor? Although bandits in this era often do this, Ma Yue has traveled through the future world after all, and cannot pass this psychological barrier.

In the long history of China for thousands of years, the most miserable and kindest thing is the poor people. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and they only need to eat and spend three meals. How can they bear to deprive all these small demands? In Ma Yue's opinion, doing this is nothing different from a beast.

Of course, using the counterfeit village as a small kingdom can also be self-sufficient and not harm the people around you. But in this way, the subordinates he trained are still only a group of farmers. What Ma Yue needs is not a group of farmers, but a group of screaming bloodthirsty wild wolves.

Only a group of bloodthirsty wild wolves can help Ma Yue become a warlord in the troubled times when the heroes are about to rise. If he only has a group of farmers under his command, then Ma Yue can only become the soul of others under the knife, and use his head to witness the rise of other heroes in troubled times.

Just like the Black Mountain bandit Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan chose to be a bandit, but he did not impress the poor, so he could only manage the parcel as a small kingdom, and as a result he could only join Cao Cao's command and become a stepping stone for others. Zhang Yan could join Cao Cao's command, but he could not. With his personality, if he really joined Cao Cao's command, he would one day be killed by Cao Aman.

Therefore, Ma Yue must be the boss, and to be the boss, there must be a group of screaming bloodthirsty wild wolves.

If you want to have a group of screaming bloodthirsty wild wolves, you need to constantly feed them with fresh flesh and blood.

What is flesh and blood? It is the wealthy family of this era, the people's wealth and ointment they gathered through legitimate or improper means! Ma Yue must take this group of wolf cubs around the world to constantly find fresh prey. After long-term barbaric hunting training, one day, these simple farmers will eventually turn into hideous wolves.

This... is the only reason to be a bandit!

Under the dark night sky, Ma Yue shouted sternly: "Did you remember everything I said just now?"

"Remember!"

"Very good!" Ma Yue waved his arm forward and shouted, "Take down the manor in front, drink a big bowl, and eat a large piece of meat!"

"Ao~~"

The bandits howled and followed Guan Hai and Pei Yuanshao and rushed towards the manor ahead.

...

In Wancheng, Zhu Jun's army had left, and the corpses were piled up like mountains and blood flowing into rivers had been cleaned up. There were no breaths of war and troubled times in the entire Wancheng, and Qin Jie had also moved the county seat back.

The candles swayed in the hall of the prefect's mansion, and the figures were crowded. Qin Jie was pacing back and forth, his face full of anxiety. Huang Zhong, Zou Jing, Wei He and Cai Mao stood on the side and met silently.

After a moment, footsteps sounded, Wen Pin, who was only 17 years old, came in with his head held high.

Qin Jie eagerly came forward and asked, "Is there any news about the bandits?"

Wen Pin wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head and said, "Quick Horse has searched all over the old river valley within a radius of fifty miles, but no trace of the bandits!"

Qin Jie said in a lost voice: "Nothing has been gained for fifty miles! Could this group of yellow turban remnants have flew away with wings?"

Zou Jing thought for a moment and went out to the list and said, "Sir, do you need to inform the surrounding counties, strengthen the alert and communicate with each other, but if there is news of the bandits, I will immediately send troops to pursue them."

Qin Jie sighed, "It's all right now."

Huang Zhong, who was wrapped in bandages on his shoulders, said, "This Ma Yueduan is powerful and the originally vulnerable Yellow Turban bandit, when he came to his hands, it was like a complete transformation, and it turned into an unpredictable strange weapon of gods and ghosts!"

Cai Mao disagreed and said, "Brother Han Sheng is a bit exaggerated. There are only a thousand bandits, and only hundreds of Jiangxia soldiers can attack and defeat them. Why fear?"

Huang Zhonghuo said: "That's because you haven't experienced his power yet!"

Cai Mao retorted: "I think you are afraid of being beaten by him!"

"you!"

"What are you? Are you wrong? How dare you, the defeated general, dare to speak out!"

"Cai Mao, I am irreconcilable with you. Do you dare to fight me one-on-one?"

"What's the point!"

Qin Jie slapped the table in anger and said angrily: "Enough! Now the remnants of the Yellow Turbans have not been eliminated and the national affairs have not yet been completed. It is time for them to work together to advance and retreat together, why quarrel with each other?"

Huang Zhong and Cai Mao retreated in disappointment.

...

Eight hundred bandits captured that vast manor without any effort, and the entire manor has now become a temporary military camp for Eight hundred bandits.

A large pot was set up in the yard. A fat pig had been washed and removed and was boiling in the pot. The strong aroma of meat spread and filled the entire manor. More than a hundred bandits had gathered around the pot. While pulling the tasteless rice into his mouth, he stared at the fat pig in the pot.

In the corner, three little leaders gathered around a bonfire to keep warm, drinking the rice wine found in the ground kiln, and there were three fat chickens roasting on the fire. The fat chickens were roasted to a golden whole body and full of fragrance. A little leader tore off a chicken leg and put it in his mouth and took it hard. He felt his mouth full of crispy fragrance, and he immediately smiled at the horizontal meat on his face.

From time to time, the sound of chaotic robbers came from the backyard. There were three groups of bandits who had no food, five in a group, nervously chasing chickens and dogs, and they were very busy.

The bandits who had eaten and drunk enough fell asleep beside the fire, wearing colorful women's clothes that they had snatched from somewhere. They smelled the fragrance and were reluctant to throw them away. They could wear them for them if they married their wife in the future. They were all very conscious.

In the chaos, the housekeeper with a thief-eyed look was taken to Ma Yue.

Ma Yue glared at him coldly, and the housekeeper was so scared that he knelt down on the ground and begged repeatedly: "Grandpa, please spare me, I have an 80-year-old mother who is ill in bed, and a child under three years old. I really can't die."

Ma Yuezheng pulled out the dagger, and the butler collapsed on the ground with a scream. The smell of urine suddenly filled the room. This guy was so scared that he was incontinent.

"Wow!"

A can of cold water poured on the butler's face, waking him up with a cold heart.

"Say, where is the boundary here?"

Ma Yue put the dagger on the side of the butler's neck, and his eyes showed a look like a wolf.

"This...this is Fu...fuyang County, Zhang...Zhangzhuang."

"Fuyang County? How far is this from the county town?"

"No... less than fifty miles."

"How many official troops are stationed in the county?"

"I don't know if it's small."

"Um?"

"Ah, no... about five... five hundred people."

Ma Yue pondered for a moment, and a trace of cunning suddenly flashed through his eyes. He put the dagger in his hand and ordered the two bandits around him, "Tie this guy carefully, peel it down tomorrow morning and put it into the pot, which is just enough for the brothers to have a full meal."

"Yes, the big leader."

The two bandits agreed sternly and tied the butler with a rope. The butler was already scared and lost his soul. A foul stench suddenly popped up in the room. This time he even had incontinence in the feces.

As soon as Ma Yue left the room, he met Guan Hai coming out of another wing room with a lewd smile on his face. It was the chilly spring. This guy was naked and his lower body was covered with loose satin pants. A depressing moan came from the half-covered wing room.

Ma Yue frowned and wanted to scold him, but he finally endured it.

In order to survive, Ma Yue can indulge his men to burn, kill, and loot, but will never allow them to * women. This has nothing to do with bullshit benevolence, righteousness, but is based on the consideration of military combat effectiveness. A soldier who only knows how to use his energy to women will definitely not be much stronger.

Only by not allowing these reckless men to touch women, leaving their young energy to vent, and then putting them on the battlefield and letting them vent, will such soldiers have strong combat power and become an indelible nightmare for the enemy.
Chapter completed!