In Li Mengxi's world, there is a joke about Italy.

That is to say, the Italian army was famously useless in World War II, and its surrender was so fast that the Allies had no time to arrange it.

There were not enough manpower to manage the prisoners, so the Allies were forced to let the Italian army officers manage the prisoners themselves.

Now, it is simply irresponsible for Guan Yu to let the prisoners go to Zhuozhou to ask for surrender.

They don't accept prisoners, and they don't care about them. They let them surrender on their own, and they kill them or bury them. It's a bit irresponsible.

But such an irresponsible act is the most righteous and courageous behavior.

The ancients kept their promises and made a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold.

Guan Yu promised the Yellow Turbans that they would not surrender in any embarrassment, and the Yellow Turban leader also agreed to surrender to Zhuozhou, and he clapped his hands twice as an oath.

Guan Yu will definitely not break his promise, and even though the Yellow Turban leader is a reckless person, he will not break his promise either.

This is a gentleman's agreement.

Guan Yunchang was so good that he didn't waste any troops and didn't delay his journey at all. He easily let the Yellow Turban go to Zhuozhou by himself, which was very trouble-free.

According to the current boundary of Zhuojun, according to the distance, if the army was defeated that day and fled all the time, the defeated soldiers who fled the farthest would have escaped from Zhuojun.

The Yellow Turbans scattered throughout Zhuozhou are in various situations.

The strong will fall into the trap and become bandits, plundering one side; the weak will fight and run away, like a tree without roots; the weakest will be destroyed due to lack of food and clothing.

There are tens of thousands of Yellow Turbans, including old, weak, women and children. Among them, the young and strong have the courage and physical strength to survive no matter what.

But among the refugees, there are countless children whose survival ability is in doubt.

Li Mengxi saw many hungry, skinny children among the refugees, so he couldn't bear it and thought that since he had some spare power, he might as well help them.

Not only did Liu Guan have enough power, he had hundreds of troops and horses, and his force dominated a county. There was so much he could do.

Therefore, they took the food from the powerful and used it for appeasement.

I don’t know about the rest of the world, but the Yellow Turbans in Zhuo County will not all die of hunger. There are many Yellow Turbans in Zhuo County who can survive.

Guan Yu headed south, twenty or thirty miles ahead of him, at the junction of Rongcheng County, Li County, and Yixian County.

What is a "Three No Matters" zone, and why is the intersection of counties and counties a "Three No Matters" zone?

In fact, the division of counties and counties is due to the separation of mountains and terrain, and the division of administrative regions.

The intersection of regions is naturally an area with inconvenient transportation or a complex environment that is unfavorable for development, so the population is generally sparse.

This is the geographical situation where there was a place with no regard for the three things first, and then it became a place where counties were separated. It did not become a zone with no regard for the three things because of the division of counties.

Between rivers, mountains, wild forests and wild beaches, a large number of yellow scarves gathered here.

The Yellow Turbans had soldiers and horses, with three to two thousand men and horses. They fled all the way to this place and attacked and plundered the villages along the way. The food was not too short.

He also happened to encounter a local bandit's stronghold and immediately joined the bandit.

The remnants of the Yellow Turban soldiers and the bandits joined forces and frequently came out to plunder, and they seemed to be gaining power.

Although this Yellow Turban unit has no shortage of food and grass, its situation is much better than other units.

However, the situation of the old, weak, women and children in this Yellow Turban is not much better because of the abundant supplies.

There were two to three thousand people crammed into the small village, and people were crowded everywhere.

Even though it was just a cleaner place, it had already been snatched away by able-bodied people.

A pair of brothers were pushed to the edge of a smelly latrine, leaning against a wooden fence.

Why are you talking about these two brothers?

Because these two brothers also had their parents die, leaving two children helpless.

The older one had his legs broken, his face was pale, his eyes were yellow and cloudy, and he was seriously ill.

The two brothers cuddled together, and no one cared about them. They were afraid that they would die next to the latrine and no one would notice them for a few days.

The older one of the two brothers is also eight or nine years old, and the younger one is also three or four years old. The younger one also calls the elder brother second brother.

Almost, they were in exactly the same situation as the two brothers Li Mengxi.

"Second brother, do you still feel pain?" The little boy sniffed and squatted on the ground, biting his fingers, with a look of concern on his face.

The young man with the broken leg was covered in cold sweat and his face was extremely pale. He raised his hand with great effort, touched his little brother's head, and showed a reluctant smile. Then, he held his little brother in his arms and endured the long and painful time with difficulty. every second of.

I don’t know when or how long it took, but the boy whose leg was broken almost fainted from the pain.

The yellow scarf soldiers in armor carried a pottery man into the camp, which meant that dinner was ready.

The Yellow Turban Army's military discipline was loose and there was no concept of lining up one by one.

Like hungry dogs, the entire Yellow Turban Army in the camp rushed forward.

The younger one has also been starved for a long time. Children do not have complicated thoughts. For him, eating is one of the most important things.

Seeing others rushing forward, my brother hurriedly unloaded the backpack on the ground and took out two bamboo tubes.

"Second brother, let's go quickly too!"

When he was about to push the bamboo tube to the second brother, the younger brother's hand stopped halfway.

The younger brother glanced at the second brother's right leg. The second brother couldn't stand up like this.

Without saying any more words, before his elder brother stood up holding on to the wooden stake, his three or four-year-old younger brother picked up two bamboo tubes and pushed his way into the crowd.

The earthenware jar containing the wheat porridge is not big. Even if the jar is full, each person will only have a small spoonful.

The Yellow Turban cook who was in charge of dividing the porridge had a sinister face. He was tired of the noisy crowds that were too chaotic and crowded towards the pottery jar. The cook raised his wooden spoon and hit the hand that was trying to reach into the jar with all his strength.

Compared with hunger, being hit twice on the hand is nothing.

People were in a mess, jostling and jostling each other.

This scene was repeated again and again.

The younger of the two brothers was still a child, with a weak physique and strength. The younger brother held the bamboo tube and tried desperately to squeeze in, but others pushed him out in one go.

He has no father or mother, and no adults are around, so anyone can bully them.

The younger brother stepped on someone's foot and made the other person angry. "You bastard!" the other person yelled and slapped him instantly.

The sound of the slap was very clear.

The younger brother was beaten, and the boy with the broken leg was angry. He held on to the wooden stake and struggled to stand up. Due to the force, the injured right leg suffered a sudden and severe pain, which made him unsteady and almost fell down.

The young man's eyes were red and he was so angry that he had to give up.

The younger brother who went to grab the meal came back holding the bamboo tube in frustration.

The weakest brother was indeed the last one to get to the front.

When the younger brother finally squeezed in, there was only a thin layer of wheat porridge left in the pottery vat.

He limped back carefully holding the bamboo tube in his hands. The younger brother seemed to be holding a treasure. He giggled and held the bamboo tube to his brother with both hands.

As for the other bamboo tube, it had been trampled on in the crowd.

The nine-year-old boy's eyes were a little moist, and there was a red slap mark on his younger brother's face.

"Brother, eat." Seeing that the second brother was indifferent, the younger brother raised the bamboo tube higher and closer to the second brother's mouth.

The young man was a little moved. He forced out a big smile, reached out and gently touched his brother's swollen cheek, "Does it hurt?"

"Second brother, eat!" The younger brother chuckled. He held up the bamboo tube and urged his elder brother to eat quickly. He didn't think that being slapped was a big deal. He didn't seem to feel any pain, and
Chapter completed!