Chapter 3611 Bloody smoke overturns the sky

True, true, false, false.

Truth and falsehood are only of special significance in childhood, but once you grow up, true and falsehood is no longer an urgent need.

Wei Yan did not set up any camps for refugees, but looking at the methods of camping along the way, many people began to learn.

However, after learning, the refugee camps are still messy.

Because there are always some people who choose to do nothing themselves and wait for others to do their best.

The fundamental reason for these Jizhou people, or refugees who followed the Cavalry Army, was not that they thought the Cavalry Army was so good, but that they could no longer survive in the local area!

At the beginning, there were five or six hundred refugees, but in the end there were more and more. Now it is close to four thousand, and it seems that the number is still increasing!

In fact, many of the people in northern Jizhou have already run away early, and the rest are some that are not enough to run away...

And among these people who are unable to escape, a large part of them are stupid.

The lack of knowledge and the constraints of habits have caused these people to suffer the greatest pain until now.

Some refugees carry their belongings, but more refugees carry nothing.

These refugees are not bad in nature or stupid in nature, but one thing is certain that they are not prepared to deal with violence.

They have lived under the Han order for one or two hundred years, and even the occasional violent incidents have happened around them and become the stories they say.

Therefore, they do not have the option of "violence" in their hearts. They naively think that relying on the laws of the Han Dynasty and the good customs of society, they can enjoy peace and order forever.

Until the tide surged, they still refused to believe that the version had changed and the world was already in turmoil.

Perhaps it is because of the blocking of information, or perhaps because of the stubbornness of thought, which ultimately leads them to bear the current pain.

Wei Yan distributed some soldiers to maintain order and occasionally distributed some food and grass.

In this way, although the stall was large, it still struggled to maintain the situation and allowed these thousands of refugees to barely accommodate them.

But this situation will not last long.

After entering Jizhou, Wei Yan did not make a big fuss in Fangcheng area, but he only raised five or six thousand stones of grain and gave up. However, with the increase in the number of refugees, the five or six thousand stones of grain and grass, plus the original foundation, may not be able to get over for a month.

When fighting outside, the food and grass were like a red line, and basically all the generals of the military academy were nervous. Gan Feng couldn't help but feel uneasy when he saw this. He found Wei Yan's suggestion, and he had already taken action. He might as well continue to find a few "fat sheep" and collect all the food and grass that could be collected. Otherwise, problems would arise sooner or later.

Wei Yan said that he had ideas, but he was unwilling to say it clearly.

Seeing that the food was getting less and less, the non-commissioned officers in the military were becoming increasingly weak.

Once there is no food and grass, it is not a small problem. Then, let alone attacking Yecheng, you will not be able to continue if you can’t say that you can’t go halfway!

However, after all, Wei Yan's various magical operations in the early stage were still somewhat fundamental, so although the military academy officers were inevitably muttering in their hearts, they still believed that Wei Yan could have a way to solve this problem.

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On March nights in northern Jizhou, it is still a bit cold.

Xiahou Ru rubbed his hands and blew a breath of heat, trying his best to move his fingers.

Under the night, something can be covered.

Xiahou Ru led some Cao's army to prepare for the killing.

The swords and guns were not directed at the cavalry, but at the people in Jizhou.

The reason is very good, the walls are clear and clear.

We must never leave any opportunity to the enemy.

If they encounter a brigade of cavalrymen, they can basically only serve food, but when facing the people of Jizhou, they still have the power to fight...

Xiahou Ru felt a little uncomfortable with this task.

But he had no choice.

The holes caused by the failure to transport grain and grass last time must be found to solve them.

The moonlight fell on the bronze plaque of "Xiahou" around his waist, and the words "Xiahou" were even darker.

The sound of the chaotic weapons of the five hundred Cao troops behind him upset Xiahou Ru.

The silk book of Yecheng's military orders became hot against his chest, and even his breathing felt like a blunt knife shaved his chest, and the pain was inside his flesh.

Cuijia Village.

『General, I really want...』

The deputy's voice was trembling.

The cold light of swords and guns behind him cuts the peace in front of him.

Xiahou Ru touched the bronze medal around her waist, and the coldness penetrated into her finger bones.

He remembered that when he was summoned by Cao Pi, he saw the head placed under the hall.

Cao Pi told him that it was the warehouse clerk who impeached military rations and mixed with sand.

Although Cao Pi did not say it clearly, Xiahou Ru understood that this was his last chance. If he refused to do it, his head would be cut off and placed side by side with the warehousekeeper.

Are the people innocent?

innocent.

But for the rulers, they don’t care who is innocent in the process, they only need the results.

『Take it.』

Xiahou Ru heard a sound popping out of his throat, hoarse and unpleasant.

"They...subjects...subjects...

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The last name is the reason.

Just like in later generations, gender can also be a reason.

It makes no sense, but it is very practical.

When the soldiers broke open the village gate, the original peace was completely broken.

Whether Cuijia Village has anything to do with the Cui family in Qinghe does not matter at this moment.

"What are you going to do?!"

The old man in the village ran out, his white hair shaking his weak color under the fire.

Xiahou Ru waved his arm, "Cui's great rebellion! He was ordered to kill the nine clans! Kill!"

A lame old woman cried and said, "My surname is not Cui! My surname is not Cui..."

When the ring-headed sword falls, it will not stop because of someone's crying.

Blood splattered out.

Flowing, permeating.

Xiahou Ru suddenly remembered the teachings of his uncle Xiahou Dun: "For generals, you should be like a sickle, and you don't have to ask whether wheat is willing to bow your head."

But his uncle Xiahou Dun did not teach him to distinguish whether the blood flowed out of the wheat fields was from the enemy or his compatriots.

Perhaps, there is no difference.

The torches floated over the blood, jumping, contaminating, and spreading.

『Food and loading food!』

Xiahou Ru forced his eyes to move away from the half of the child's arm above the mai.

He must believe that he must persevere.

These are all the Cui family, they are all rebels, and they should have been killed long ago.

Even if the people in Cuijia Village did not make any rebellious actions, didn’t they think about it?

Who can prove that they haven't thought about it?

When the personal soldiers dragged out of the last three children in the cellar, the deputy general's knife hesitated.

Xiahou Ru suddenly snatched the sword and cut it off.

On his way back, Xiahou Ru looked back at the burned village.

He thought of the child who was killed by himself, and the moment he was hit by the knife, he was actually laughing...

Maybe he read it wrong.

Perhaps it was because the child had realized that life was worse than death.

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To be continued...