Other Cao troops around him were surrounded by different expressions.

Not only Zhao Shiqi has the rusty Wuzhu coins, but some people also carry the other Qingzhou soldiers.

This is the "Anjia Money" issued by Cao Cao and the Qingzhou army when he made an appointment to surrender.

The horse was pulled to the camp gate, blocking Cao Ren's path.

Cao Ren took a long breath, suppressed his anger, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Cao Cheng is quite old and promised us that "the day we unload our armor, five zhu is a mu." Now, let's ask, is there half of the ridges of land outside Xiangyang City distributed to us Qingzhou people?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they were filled with noise!

"lie!"

"Scammer! Scammer!"

"No land! We have nothing!"

Cao Ren pulled out his ring-headed knife and slashed at the rebel in front of him with one knife. "Shut up!"

But obviously, a simple scolding did not achieve any effect.

Zhao Shiqi suddenly pulled Cao Jian's armor and exposed the brocade robe on the lining. "Look, look! The brocade robe worn by the Cao family's children is enough to buy five acres of mature fields! And what about us? What about us? What about the acres that we promised to give us?!"

"Bastard!" Cao Ren cursed, not knowing whether he was scolding Zhao Shiqi or Cao Jian, or both, "Aren't the military farms around Yingchuan in Yanzhou for you? And you, Zhao Shiqi, repeatedly violated military rules and did not cut off your head, it would be considered a bargain for you! What kind of land is there for you now?!"

Zhao Shiqi glared and kicked Cao Jian into the soil, "That's the land of your Cao family! The farming farm! The farming farming is nothing! Do you dare to say that those farming farming farming is not your Cao family's tenant farmers?! What we want is our land! Ours!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

Cao Ren fell silent.

In history, the military farming was done by Lao Cao, but Fei Qian intercepted the jujube in the current great man, so he first created the military farming field. Later, Lao Cao also promoted military farming. Emperor Sun of Jiangdong thought it was not bad, so he followed suit. However, it was obvious that Lao Cao's military farming was for himself, and Jiangdong's military farming even used the captured Shanyue as a slave...

Nowadays, although they are all called military farming, they are not the same. Generally speaking, military farming in Guanzhong is close to self-cultivated farmers, while military farming in Shandong is a tenant farmer, while military farming in Jiangdong is a slave.

Can Cao Cao give these people real land?

Can Cao Ren promise to draw out fields in Jingzhou to fulfill his promise?

Even if it is possible, Cao Ren doesn't want to give it to him.

After all, in Shandong, there are some "precedents" that cannot be opened...

Cao Ren fell silent. The soldiers in the Death Camp shouted for a while, but they couldn't slap them, so after a while, they gradually stopped.

Cao Ren's heart was relieved. He stared at Cao Jian who was kicked into the mud, then turned to look at Zhao Shiqi. After the sounds around him were lowered, he raised his head slightly and raised his chin, "You want acre of land? Ha! But when you massacred the city in Xuzhou, did you leave half an inch of burial for the people?!"

The crowd died suddenly.

After a while, Zhao Shiqi trembled and untied his old robe, revealing a scar on his chest. The festering wound shouted in a hoarse voice, "Prime Minister Cao said that these scars on our bodies are to wash away our sins..."

Suddenly, Zhao Shiqi pointed at the big banner with the word "Cao" flying in the Cao army camp. "Now this banner is higher than the banner "The sky is dead" back then! The fields we have built for you Cao's family are more than those of the Heavenly Master back then! But have our sins been cleared?!"

Cao Ren also fell silent. After a moment, he pointed his hand in the direction of Li Dianjun, "I will write a memorial tonight. After this battle, soldiers from Qingzhou can take the "Wuzhu Coin" to Qiao County to obtain the fields... Even if the lord refuses to give it to you, he will also give the land in a certain family to you! If you violate the oath, you will be like this!"

Cao Ren pulled out the ring-headed sword of Juema, and then cut off the support of Juema with one knife.

The wood chips were flying everywhere, revealing Cao Ren's bright eyes.

...

...

People should have hope so that they will not be like walking zombies.

Even as a cow and horse, I yearn for a piece of land that can shelter from the wind and rain to rest, and allow my soul to have a place to rest when it witheres.

But even with this simplest and most basic hope, the landlord class is still unwilling to give it to these people.

Because even the stupidest landlord knows that the landlord's family will never have any surplus food...

It is better to pour it out than rot, and it is better to cry all day long and it is too expensive to tear off the red seals and hide it, so it is not for nothing to the hungry people.

The night is dark.

Cao Ren looked at the dead soldiers who were preparing to set off.

"Take the mysterious armor."

Cao Ren suddenly spoke.

In the wooden box carried by the personal guards, hundreds of pairs of fine iron armor were neatly plastered, and the armor pieces were shining with a faint blue light under the candlelight.

This kind of armor was only at or above the military academy level, and at least the garrison chief was qualified to wear it.

No one showed any joy, because everyone knew that it would cost a price to wear a long gown and a good armor.

Cao Ren watched the men wear their armor neatly and waved his arms.

Wu Zhu shook the copper bells, danced the banners covered with various ribbons, and sang in the sound of the river flowing, as if the sobs came from the underground.

『Blood!』

A rooster was cut off its head and the chicken blood splattered into the wine jar.

As the official Zanli was drinking, the chicken blood spread out in the wine, and bowls of blood wine were poured out, which was like water from the underworld in the night, spreading with a bewitching breath.

A bowl of chicken blood and a bowl of chicken soup, what changes is time and space, and what remains unchanged is the chicken whose head has been cut off.

Zhao Shiqi stood in front of the queue and looked at the bowl of blood wine placed in front of him. Under the light of the fire, he saw the reflection in the bowl and shaking.

Do you still have to believe it?

Can you still believe it?

Will you still believe it?

Zhao Shiqi asked himself, but the shadow of the bloody wine swayed without making any sound.

No one made a sound.

Only Wu Zhu, who was on the side of the high platform, danced inexplicable dances and sang strange emphasis.

These witches are said to be able to communicate with gods and reach the heavenly listening...

So this time, it should be credible, right?

Zhao Shiqi hesitated.

On the high platform, Cao Ren took the brocade box from the guards on the side and showed it to everyone.

In the box, there is Cao Cao's memorial, with ink-colored words on it, which seem to be jumping and twisting under the fire.

"In this box, there is a memorial for you and others to seal the fields!"

Cao Ren's voice suddenly became hoarse, and his gray-white long hair danced wildly in the wind.

A cold light flashed, and a piece of hair floated into the brocade box.

"I'll stop making a vow! I'll never go back on my word!"

"If you have to return this battle, you will be granted the land! If you can't wait to return, your descendants will know your reputation for the rest of your life!"

After Cao Ren said that, he waved his arm and said, "So quickly send this watch to Xu County at night! He presented it to the Prime Minister!"

A guard answered loudly, took the brocade box and left.

Cao Ren waved his hand again and asked someone to escort Cao Jian forward.

Cao Jian no longer wore military academy clothes, but instead had the same armor as Zhao Shiqi and the others. His face still looked a little pale even under the torch.

Cao Ren did not look at the look that Cao Jian cast, but slowly swept over Zhao Shiqi and others. "The children of the Cao family will also fight with you! If you retreat before you retreat, you will fight for progress but you do not advance, you can kill him in front of the formation!"

"The God of Heaven is above! Cao and you all share wealth and honor, advance and retreat together!"

"This oath!"

Cao Ren took the lead in drinking blood wine.

Under Cao Ren's gaze, Cao Jian also trembled and drank a bowl of blood wine.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Shiqi...

Zhao Shiqi was silent for a long time, and he seemed to want to say something, but he looked at Cao Ren, Wu Zhu, and looked at the silent people around him. His lips moved a few times, but he didn't know what to say. He only sighed, mixed in the bloody wine, and swallowed it in his belly.

"Okay! Hero! How brave!" Cao Ren shouted, and then watched the hundreds of death soldiers who set out to drink blood wine one by one, "You will definitely be able to return triumphantly! The world, the family, the family, the land, the land, the land, all of you!"

The suicide squad set out in sequence.

Cao Jian was like a puppet, his hands and feet were stuck in it with stiff hands and feet.

Cao Ren breathed a long sigh, and his originally excited face collapsed...

These guys are getting harder to coax.

When these deathly soldiers left, Wu Zhu did not sing or dance, followed Cao Ren with his butt sticking out, bent over and showed his flattering face, "Congratulations to General, congratulations to General, this battle will be won, this battle will be won!"

Cao Ren didn't even look at Wu Zhu, but just waved his hand, "Well done! Reward a hundred gold coins! And, the remaining wine and those chickens are all yours!"

"Oh, thank you General!"
Chapter completed!