The child paused for a long time and said, "Mom, where can we find something to eat?" Although the child was young, he could foresee something.

The mother couldn't bear it anymore, hugged her son and cried.

I couldn't make a loud sound even when I cried, for fear of being heard.

The child sensibly reached out to wipe his mother's tears, but there were tears in his eyes as well.

Next to this mother and son, others are no better.

On the side, another young mother was holding a small swaddling baby in her arms. In the swaddling baby was a dark and thin baby. The baby's hungry mouth opened and opened. The young mother stuffed the shriveled vagina into the baby's mouth and used it.

No matter how hard I squeezed with my hands, no milk could come out.

It looked like the baby was going to die.

A sickly man with yellow eyes, a yellow scarf wrapped around his head, and tatters on his body, his armor rope was broken, and his armor was drooping. He walked over with a sickle bent over his waist. He looked at

I glanced at the swaddled baby several times and saw that this man had been here several times.

"This baby of yours won't survive. Trade it with me and we'll both have something to eat." The man stared at the baby.

The young peasant woman trembled with fear, glanced at the man in fear, hugged her baby and hid somewhere else.

Changing children to eat has already begun to happen among the Yellow Turban refugees who are desperate.

How can such a weak and dying people be thieves? How can they be thieves!

On the damp and muddy reed beach where these yellow scarf refugees were hiding, there was suddenly the dull sound of horse hooves coming from far and near.

The yellow turban refugees have become frightened. When they hear the sound of horse hooves, the mother is holding her child, her face is frightened, and her hands are trembling.

There were only about thirty or twenty yellow scarfs with fighting ability. They were busy carrying swords, guns, bows and crossbows, and quietly walked to the edge of the reeds, gently parted the reeds, and looked at the officers and soldiers outside.

The officers and soldiers are the cavalry of Liu Bei's rebel army.

The cavalry squad leader frowned and asked the person behind him, "Did you see someone?"

The thin, monkey-like cavalryman behind him yelled, "I don't see anyone showing his head, how could I be wrong!"

Hearing this, the captain nodded and then shouted towards the reed swamp.

"Zhuozhou County accepts surrender. Those who surrender early will not be blamed; those who surrender late will not be left alone!"

Shouted several times.

The squad leader shouted again, "Let me give you food!"

The sound echoed in the reeds on the river beach.

In the reeds, the mother whose child was about to die of illness looked at the sick baby whose eyes were squinting. When she heard that there was food, she felt heartbroken and held the baby in her arms to get up and go out.

Others stopped me and said, "I don't want to die!"

The mother sobbed and insisted on going out, "I just don't want my life. If I don't find something to eat, my son will die." She stubbornly pushed aside the obstruction of others and walked out.

This brave mother, holding her child in her arms, waded through mud that was one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked through the reeds.

Sure enough, someone came out of the reeds.

The cavalrymen stretched their bows and set arrows, nervously facing the reeds.

The peasant woman struggled to hold the child. She had no strength left and could hardly hold the child.

Despite her fear, the peasant woman cautiously walked towards the cavalry.

Four or five steps away, she knelt down with a plop. The peasant woman raised her head, with tears in her eyes, and a forced smile on purpose with a strangeness, "Master, if you can give me a piece of cake, I can do anything you want!"

The captain of the cavalry squad looked at the long reed beach with vigilance and ordered the rest of the team to be on guard.

The cavalry squad leader turned over and dismounted.

Then, he went to help the peasant woman.

"Sister-in-law, we are the rebels under Liu Xuande's command in Zhuozhou, and we have been ordered to appease you and other Yellow Turban refugees." The team leader picked up the peasant woman, thought for a moment, took out a piece of cake from his arms, and stuffed it into the peasant woman's hand.

"Sister-in-law, are you willing to surrender?" The squad leader asked seriously if he was willing to surrender. It was a bit funny.

The peasant woman looked at the half-pulled pancake in her hand, her eyes burning with heat. As soon as she was helped up, she knelt down again.

"I surrender!"

The squad leader then noticed the baby in the peasant woman's arms.

In the past, the squad leader wouldn't have paid much attention.

However, the rebel army opened a medical clinic not long ago, and the yellow turban refugees lined up to see a doctor, and the dolls were also looked at one by one by the military doctor.

The situation at that time was so chaotic that I had never seen it before. Hundreds of people from the rebel army were also diagnosed and treated by military doctors. The impression left at that time was so profound that when the team leader saw this obviously wilted baby, he immediately fell into a panic.

I thought of a military doctor.

After a pause, the team leader looked at the baby in the peasant woman's arms, thought for a moment, and then said, "Sister-in-law, I think this baby is seriously ill. Do you think it would be better? If you can trust me, I will take care of this baby."

Go back for treatment first, how about you follow me to Zhuozhou City and meet again?"

The squad leader suggested.

At this time, the peasant woman was holding the cake in her hand. The officers and soldiers did not make it difficult for her. How could she not believe it?

A peasant woman is not afraid of death, not of starvation, or of being killed, but she is afraid of something happening to her son.

The eldest brother in the army said that he was taking his son back to see a doctor on horseback. The peasant woman burst into tears of gratitude and knelt down again.

Then, the team leader got on his horse, asked the peasant woman to hand him the doll, and tied the child behind his back with a rope.

With a wave of his riding crop, he took the seriously ill baby away first.

The captain is gone, but the vice-captain is still here.

"Sister-in-law, give way behind me!"

The burly and powerful vice-captain said, there are yellow scarves on the river beach, fearing that there will be cold arrows released.

The deputy captain stared at the river beach, exhaled and raised his voice, "Listen to the yellow scarves inside! My army has arrived. Those who surrender will be spared death, and those who disobey will not be spared!"

Among the reeds, the people in yellow scarves were hiding in silence, not daring to make a sound.

After a while, there was a voice that lacked confidence, "Master Jun, can you let Wang come back and talk about it?"

Wang, who is it?

The vice-captain frowned.

That peasant woman is the Wang family known to everyone in the Yellow Turbans.

Wang felt grateful for the kindness of the rebel army and went back.

As soon as Mrs. Wang returned, all the yellow scarves gathered around anxiously and asked.

"Ms. Wang, where are your children?"

"The military master saw that my child was seriously ill, so he took him to the county to see a doctor." Wang said truthfully.

After saying that, he showed everyone the pancakes in his hands and said, "People said they would give you food to eat. This is the pancake they gave you."

The Yellow Turban people had already arrived at the end of the mountain and saw the pancakes. At this time, they saw that this group of officers and soldiers did not look very vicious, so they believed it.

Several leaders of the Yellow Turban Army came out cautiously and asked, "Master, if we surrender, will we really be eaten?"

"Seriously!" the vice-captain returned.

So, in the reed swamp, many people walked out sparsely, all willing to surrender.

At one count, it was only a small group of one hundred and twenty people.

The Yellow Turbans did surrender, but the promised food was not given.

Some people felt that they were being coaxed and asked.

The deputy captain of the cavalry yelled angrily, "Damn, how much food can we bring with just these few of us? Go back to Zhuozhou and walk as fast as you can to where there is food to eat. If you walk too slowly, you will starve to death halfway!"

The Yellow Turban refugees had no choice but to grit their teeth and persist.

Although no food was provided, in fact, each of the cavalrymen brought at least twenty or thirty kilograms of food.

Guan Yu had already made arrangements for this. The food brought by the cavalry was not only enough for the cavalry to feed themselves for half a month, but also enough to support two to three hundred people for one or two days.
Chapter completed!