What is benevolence?

What is morality?

What is important?

When you are carrying a burden, when you are exhausted, what should you give up and what should you stick to?

Everyone has their own opinions on these issues, just like on rugged mountains, everyone can choose their own path.

Easy, or difficult.

On a rugged mountain road, Liu Bei looked around independently, and there was a vast area around him, like a fog spreading into the whole world. Liu Bei remembered that he was asleep, so now... is it a dream?

Liu Bei wanted to wave his hands, but he felt as if he had fallen into a sticky slurry, slow and difficult.

Well, it's indeed a dream.

Then, let's go and see what you can dream of.

Liu Bei moved forward with a little curiosity, but as soon as he walked into the clouds and mist on the mountainside, he heard a series of rapid sounds of horse hooves coming from behind him!

The fear that had been hidden in his heart for many years suddenly revived as these familiar sounds of horse hooves spread uncontrollably, and instantly occupied his entire body, making his body extremely stiff.

wake up!

Wake up soon!

Liu Bei tried to awaken himself in his dream, but at some point the original mountain road was gone, and the mountain mist was swept away, and a city pass stood tall and stood in front of him.

There is no way to go!

Behind him, dozens or hundreds of cavalrymen on the official road, wearing iron armor, were galloping towards him, his hooves sounded like thunder, and even the ground was shaking slightly...

The next moment, Liu Bei found himself lying among the dead.

The cavalry is gone.

Liu Bei remembered that this was his first time pretending to be dead.

There are many people who pretend to be dead, but few people who can record it, but they are successful. It is not because there are few people doing this, or it is not in line with morality, benevolence and righteousness, but because most people who pretend to be dead are ordinary people. In the feudal era, most of the things that ordinary people do have had no value recorded in history.

The first person who was recorded as a fatal death and was also used as a successful case was Xiaobai.

The second one is Li Guang.

Is the third one...

It seems to be myself.

Liu Bei looked down and saw that his left foot was broken by a stone or a weapon. He was bleeding, but strangely, his legs did not hurt, but what was hurt was in his heart.

When Zhang Chun rebelled, Liu Bei claimed to be brave and then attacked Liu Ziping in Pingyuan. As a result, he was ambushed by Zhang Chun's rebels halfway and almost wiped out the entire army...

Liu Bei was like this now, hiding among the dead and escaping.

This was Liu Bei's first time on the battlefield.

Liu Bei remembered that he threw some things in the pile of dead people...

In the wild, there are no wild animals.

In front of the hungry crowd, even the most ferocious tiger, leopard, bear, are all younger brothers.

There are no wild fruits, and no grassroots and barks. Everything that can be eaten has been eaten. Hungry people are more terrible than locusts, because some things cannot be eaten by locusts, but people can eat them.

In one year, there was a severe drought in Yanzhou, so Cao Cao in Yanzhou had no choice but to eat, so he started eating Xuzhou. Xuzhou also suffered from severe drought, and then encountered insect storms. Then there was a continuous war disaster, and all the farmlands were almost deserted, with no harvest everywhere and starving everywhere.

Defeated.

The food and grass are cut off.

Either the entire army collapsed, or they could only eat one thing, and there was only one thing...

The meat in the pot was rolling, layer by layer of blood foam. Some of these blood foams were scorched by the flames on the edge of the pot, showing a black and purple color, emitting a strange smell.

Liu Bei stood by the pot without saying anything, but just took out a knife from his arms and stabbed it on the meat piece in the pot. He did not care about the part of the meat piece, nor did he say whether the meat was hot or not, or whether it was cooked or not. He just bit and tore it, like a hungry beast chewing on the prey...

Behind him is his brother.

Take turns to eat meat.

The closest friendship in life is to carry guns together, to pass the window together, to separate dirty things together, and to prostitutes together.

Now there is one more one, I have eaten meat together.

By the way, Liu Bei remembered it. He seemed to have lost some things at that time, fell into the pot, and then fell into the fire. Anyway, he can't find it now...

fire!

A little flame under the pot suddenly rose up all over the sky and rushed towards Liu Bei.

Liu Bei suddenly woke up, but it was still in the darkness. He listened with tranquility around him, with only the sound of wind and snoring.

This is still in the army, in Jiaozhi, and in front of the pass.

Liu Bei turned over and touched his forehead, sweating all over his head.

"Brother...what's wrong?" The concerned voice behind him brought some warmth in Liu Bei's heart.

"It's okay, second brother..." Liu Bei smiled gently, "It's okay..."

"We will take it only by a pass!" Guan Yu thought Liu Bei was worried about military affairs, so he comforted him, "I saw that the enemy was so tired that he could not stand the battle and could take it away soon!"

"Hmm..." Liu Bei patted Guan Yu on the shoulder.

Guan Yu's shoulders are still so honest, full of strength, and they are relieved enough. "I'm just thinking about my third brother, I should be here soon now?"

Liu Bei and Guan Yu were in front and Zhang Fei was around behind. This was of course the old method, but it was still effective.

Guan Yu nodded and said, "It's almost the same for the information..."

Liu Bei stood up and stopped Guan Yu from getting up, saying, "The second brother still needs to supervise the battle tomorrow, it's still early, so I'd better take a rest... I'll go to patrol the camp and come...

Liu Bei lifted the curtain of the tent and looked around.

The sky is like a cover, and the surrounding mountains are like the pot of stewed meat.

And he was standing in this pot.

It's like that piece of meat that is rising and falling.

…~囗____囗___囗~...

There are also other people who are thinking about the old ways...

The night is dark.

The black around it is like thick oil, contaminating everywhere, soaking all people and things, and even the spirit must be soaked together.

Perhaps it was because he had been lying for a long time and Cao Cao had no intention of sleeping.

Cao Cao stood in the courtyard, silent for a long time in the dark night, and then held his hands in vain and raised them high, as if holding an invisible knife.

The north wind whistled past, making a roar of roar like crying and anger in the sky.

Cao Cao took a step forward slightly, then fell down with his hands, like a sword in the void slashing at the enemy in front of him, and as if he was about to cut through the boundless darkness.

One knife, another knife.

There was still a black patch of night around, as if it was always like this, and it would not change. Even though Cao Cao had already chopped out more than ten swords, there was no other change except for Cao Cao himself having a slight breath.

The wind is still the wind, and the mountains are still the mountains.

The gentry is still the gentry, and the means are still the same old means and the old ways.

Resigning from office and inciting the people.

Just like back then.

However, Cao Cao was on the side of the gentry back then. At that time, he also thought that the emperor was wrong, the general made a mistake, the eunuchs were corrupt, and the children of the gentry were clean and just, and spoke out for the sake of the people of the world...

And now, Cao Cao just wants to say one thing, it’s all bullshit!

Cao Cao slashed his hands, and his robe and sleeves were poured out by the wind, flying like a butterfly in the night wind.

One knife, further.

Further, a knife.

It is so difficult to walk this path.

Every step you take requires a knife.

Overcome all obstacles.

There are thorns around.

『Who is it?』 Cao Cao cut down with a knife, as if he was asking Beifeng, and as if he was asking himself, 『Who is it? Has the news been leaked?!"

The north wind whistled past and let out a sneer.

The courtyard was quiet and no one responded, and no one would give Cao Cao an answer.

Cao Cao knew that he pretended to be injured and killed for a long time, but he didn't expect that it would be exposed in such a short time...

At the same time, Man Chong's actions seemed to be exposed from the beginning, so that many wealthy gentry families in Jizhou were prepared. They either transferred their personnel and assets, or simply fled to other places with their families, so that Cao Cao could only occupy the land, but did not gain much.

Of course, in a sense, Cao Cao has achieved his initial goal, that is, to resettle the population migrating from Jingzhou, these large families who died or fled, and free up a lot of space for these Jingzhou people.
To be continued...