Chapter 3594 The remnant brocade leads to suspicion

『When will I get this picture?』

Zhang Liao asked the scout.

In Zhang Liao's hand is the defense map of Luoyang City.

Although there are many places that are missing and contaminated with filth and appear blurred, Zhang Liao still saw the key points of the silk cloth at a glance.

"When I was patrolling in the morning, I found it in an arrow outside the city. Someone should have shot out of the city in the middle of the night." The scout leader replied, "But I don't know who shot it... General, are there any eyeliners in this city? But what are the reserved marks? I'll let my brothers pay more attention."

The scout presented the arrows bound to the city defense map.

Zhang Liao looked at the arrows carefully and found that there were no obvious marks, no interlayers or mechanisms. Even after pulling out the damaged arrows, he did not find anything special.

It's just an ordinary Cao Jun wolf-tooth arrow.

Staring at the items in front of him, Zhang Liao was silent for a while, shook his head slightly, "It's hard to say, it's hard to say..."

"Then this..." the scout leader asked, "What should I do? What should I do?"

After Zhang Liao thought about it, "Look at it again. Be careful and don't do anything special."

The scouts responded and retreated.

Zhang Liao placed this sloppy and dirty defense map on the table and compared it with the original Luoyang City map to view it.

This is a broken and dirty silk cloth.

Blood and fire intertwined on it.

The old blood mixed with the soil showed a purple-black fishy smell.

The traces of torn on the edge and the burning holes seemed to show Zhang Liao the rich experience of this silk cloth.

but……

Zhang Liao turned the silk cloth over and sighed slightly.

This is icing on the cake, not a timely help.

Although icing is beautiful, it is not the most important thing.

If Zhang Liao was helpless in attacking Luoyang City, then getting such a city defense map would undoubtedly be like a treasure, but now...

Of course, it is impossible to ignore the city defense map. After all, this represents a new change in Luoyang City. If Zhang Liao completely ignores it and does not respond, it is possible to push the Cao army soldiers who might have turned to the cavalry and may have surrendered.

Therefore, Zhang Liao must be cautious and pay attention to it.

And there is another important thing...

true and false.

What if it is bait placed on a plump cloth?

Zhang Liao looked at the silk cloth carefully again and suddenly remembered that the scouts before said that the city defense map shot from the top of the city was east of the city!

But the problem is that the direction of Zhang Liao's attack in the past few days has not been in the east of the city!

So why did this Cao army soldier shoot this defense map east of the city?

Zhang Liao's eyes fell on this simple defense map again, and a purple-black trace attracted Zhang Liao's attention.

Zhang Liao originally thought this mark was blood stained when the silk cloth was curled, but now it looks...

"Come! Go to the wounded barracks and tell him to come to Tangshan!" After Zhang Liao finished shouting, he paused again, "Take a car there and let him take a car."

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Tangshan broke one hand and one leg. According to principles, it should be very painful, but he feels very happy now.

A sense of happiness is generated in thought, and physical pain is real, so this sense of separation will remind him from time to time...

In a sense, he was a surrendered soldier who was "greedy for life and feared death".

But the problem is that in the wounded camp of the cavalry, he felt the value of life and the reality of life again...

This was a very contradictory feeling that made him feel like he was tearing his body and soul all the time.

When the morning mist filled the tent curtains of the wounded barracks, Tang Shan was staring at the thread cloth on his left arm in a daze.

The white cloth wrapped in this is much softer than the rough hemp hair in the Cao army camp. What's even more surprising is that there is no mark on it, and it is actually the same as the white cloth used by the Hussars on the bed next door!

If it is in Cao Jun’s camp, it will probably be used...

No, don't think about it at all.

What will be inside Cao Jun’s camp?

It is considered to be kind to live a life of oneself.

He remembered that those Yuan Bings were not treated well back then...

Even those Qingzhou soldiers had to leave tattoo marks on their faces.

And he, in the wounded camp of the Cavalry, no one came to tattoo him.

Maybe he was marked when he was unconscious?

Tangshan subconsciously touched his face with another uninjured hand. There was no abnormality. Except for the injuries to the hands and feet, he did not feel any pain or any swelling or uncomfortable...

『It's time to change the dressing."

A military doctor lifted the curtain and walked in. The pottery jar in his hand was filled with the bitterness that made Tangshan familiar.

Tangshan curled up instinctively for a moment because he remembered that even if a doctor came to treat the gentry in the Caojun camp, he would definitely heal the children of the gentry first and use the best herbs. By the time they were often left with some inferior medicine mixed with wood ash.

But the gray-bearded doctor in front of him actually applied the same black ointment on his wound, even the weight was the same as the old cavalryman in the neighboring bed...

"Looks good." The doctor took apart the splint in Tangshan and gently pressed the swollen place. "Wait for three or two months, the bones will grow and the swelling will decrease."

The doctor quickly added new medicine, put on a splint, then held the clay pot and opened the curtain of the tent door and went out.

The fragrance of corn floated outside the tent, and Tangshan's Adam's apple moved.

In Cao's army, although a military marquis like him received half a spoonful of salt and soybeans than the young soldiers, they had to deduct some military pay to respect the grain supervisor. It was not that he was cruel to his subordinates, nor that he was willing to be delicious military pay, but that if he didn't do this, even ordinary food and grass might not be able to get it!

The food in the wounded barracks was distributed uniformly.

Wooden bowl, wooden spoon.

Millet porridge, cooking cakes.

Tangshan stared at the trembling millet porridge inside the wooden spoon, and suddenly remembered that when he was raided by Zhang Liao, when he was knocked out by a war horse, he actually felt the pleasure of liberation...

If you die in the battlefield, you may still be able to earn a title of "loyalty and wise" and be buried in the public tomb of the clan, instead of engraving the word "bad" on a wooden sign and inserting it into the deserted tomb of his dead father.

"Eat."

The wounded cavalry soldiers in the same tent pushed the pottery bowl, and two slices of pickled dried peaches were settled at the bottom of the bowl.

"this……"

Tangshan's fingertips were trembling, and he was a little disbelief.

This is a rare thing.

Later generations were filled with pickled goods, even listed among the unhealthy foods, which were rare and rare items in the Han Dynasty. Ordinary people could not afford to eat them. Whether it was salt or sugar, the price was not cheap, and they were not enough to meet daily needs, let alone pickled?

Tangshan remembered that a few years ago, he was punished to stand outside the door for six hours because he had not delivered peach jelly to the lieutenant's office as required, from dawn to dark. Of course, it was because the lieutenant's official duties were "busy", not because the lieutenant was "intentionally" targeting him. After all, the lieutenant was a child of Yingchuan, so how could he be angry and scrupulous about ordering peach jelly?

And now, the Hussars in the same tent actually divided Taogan with half...

『Thank you, thank you…』

Tangshan picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

It's a bit sour, but sweet.

"You...you..." Tangshan seemed to be blocked by the bitterness and sweetness, and asked vaguely, "Don't you dislike me as a Cao army surrender?"

The Hussar in the same tent smiled and showed a few missing teeth. "What's wrong with the surrendered soldiers? I was also a white wave bandit in the past!"

The Hussar's eyes suddenly became a little far away, "General Hussar said... People like us didn't have many ways to choose in the early years... When you can choose by yourself, don't make any mistakes."

『…』 Tangshan was slightly stunned.

A shout suddenly came from outside the tent, "Who is Tangshan?"

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Zhang Liao had been in Luoyang, but at that time he really didn't think that one day he would bring his troops to attack Luoyang City.

For the Han people, Luoyang City is Kyoto. How many people will think about how to fight the Han Dynasty’s Kyoto before the war spreads?

Therefore, Zhang Liao had an impression of Luoyang City, but he was not deeply impressed.

After seeing Tangshan coming, Zhang Liao first asked about Tangshan's physical condition and what needs were in the wounded camp, and then took out the silk cloth painted with Luoyang City's defenses, lit the unusual marks he had found before, and asked, "What does this... correspond to?"

Tangshan lowered his head and looked at the silk cloth carefully.
To be continued...