I, Dong Zhuo, love the people like a son

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the bloody Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but then quickly stretched.

There is almost no way to clean the bloody smell on everyone in the Zhen Mosi.

Chapter 301

In the front hall of the county government office, Yang Feng was frowning.

It's not that he couldn't open it these few days, but since half a year after the Baibogu uprising, he has been frowning from time to time, and has been caught in a series of philosophical questions: who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?

He knew the answers to the first two questions, but he couldn't figure out the last one.

"We are the Yellow Turban Army, the disciples of the great virtuous master. We aim to lead the Yellow Turban disciples and countless people to respond to Huang Tian's call, to overthrow the rule of the evil heaven, and to give poor people like us a way out of the world. Suffering from natural disasters and man-made disasters..."

In the lobby, Yang Feng, as the host, did not analyze the battle situation in front of him, and asked Han Xian and Hu Cai a spiritual question: "But I have been fighting for several years, why not only do I not see the people's peace, but also torture the people..."

"Is this contrary to the teachings of the great virtuous teacher, have we gone on the wrong path? Has Huang Tian oppressed the common people before overthrowing the sky?"

Hu Cai was a strong, hairy man with a beard, and he had clenched his fists tightly from the moment Yang Feng spoke.

Finally, when he finished speaking, he couldn't help but patted his head and said: "Thieves Dong led an army to fight over, and even killed my companions, what the hell are you thinking about all day long!"

Han Xian was quite intelligent, seeing that the two of them were about to break up before they got to the point, he quickly smoothed things over and said, "Both of you, calm down first, what Yang Qushuai said made sense, but now is not the time; Hu Qushuai shouldn't be so excited, Huang As for the matter of heaven and earth, I will discuss it in the future."

Seeing that this sentence did not arouse the two people's disgust, he continued: "The most urgent thing is to deal with the attack of Dong's bandit army first."

As he spoke, he looked around at the uniform yellow scarves and said, "If you have anything you want to say, you can speak freely."

"Everyone." Xu Huang, who was honest and honest, seemed to have a stick in his throat: "Sometimes these days, some scouts will be sent to observe Dong Jun's movements at all times."

"But according to the information they sent, Dong Jun didn't embarrass the Baibo soldiers."

"On the contrary, the Han army also broke the powerful Wubao, returned the land to the people, transferred a lot of cattle and farm tools and seeds from Luoyang, and promulgated the reform decree of the imperial court last year."

"It is said that in the future, bridges and roads will be built, offices and schools will be built, cities will be prosperous, orphanages and homes for the elderly will be built, so that the people can get fields for farming, mulberry for weaving, hemp for crops, work for labor, and business. As for the affairs, you have to be an official and keep it. Few have something to rely on, old people have something to support, men have something to do with, women have something to obey..."

"Fart!..." Before Xu Huang finished speaking, Hu Cai interrupted angrily: "Wait for the court's words... No, you were the dog official of the court before, no wonder you speak good things for the court!"

As he said that, he became furious, picked up the ring-shouldered knife at his waist, jumped up and shouted: "I'll chop you off, you bastard who shakes the morale of the army, so as not to disturb my Yellow Turban Army's important affairs!"

Xu Huang immediately turned pale with shock.

It's not that he's afraid of Hu Cai's ring-shouldered sword, but that he never thought that such a violent and brainless guy would be Shuai Qu from Baibo's first division!

But it's right to think about it carefully. Everyone in Baibo is illiterate, and even the uprising depends on the prophecy of strange powers and gods.

Someone with a little bit of brains, such as Yang Feng and Han Xian, can become handsome.Hu Cai, who is brave and desperate in battle, can naturally influence a group of fans to follow.

Just when he was about to dodge, a big knife was placed on the ring head knife.

After Xing Huage blocked it, he pushed it suddenly, his canthus cracked and he shouted: "Who dares to touch my brother Gongming!... If you dare to make a mistake, first ask me about the big knife in my hand!"

Hu Cai didn't expect this to happen, and seeing Xing Hua's burly figure and furious aura, he couldn't help but think about it.

"stop it now!"

"Wait, what are you doing!"

It was at this time that Han Xian and Yang Fengcai reacted.

Although Yang Feng is somewhat sentimental, he seems to be a manic-depressive patient.Seeing that Hu Cai dared to be so presumptuous, he immediately picked up the knife: "Hu Cai, you were just a small canal of a certain subordinate before, how dare you do this in front of my face!"

Han Xian didn't expect that the more he persuaded, the more chaotic he would become, so he hurried to stop Yang Feng again: "Shuai Yang, Dong Bandit is a big enemy, we must not fight among ourselves first..."

"Hmph, a group of cowards who can only move their mouths!" Hu Cai didn't give in, turned and walked out, "When Thief Dong comes, I will stop him. You just need to provide food and drink for my subordinates!"

After finishing his words, he spoke out, obviously not paying attention to Han Xian and Yang Feng at all.

"Bah!..." Xing Hua cursed at his back, and said, "Speaking so arrogantly, I just came here to beg for food. After looting the people for so many years, I can't get anything now, and I'm still pretending to be crazy to come here Pretend to be a wolf with a big tail!"

Yang Feng's expression changed, he suddenly realized something, and then...he became even more worried.

Han Xian couldn't help but turn red: Xing Hua is right, since Mrs. Guo passed away last month, Yang Feng, who has occupied Yang County among the four Baibo thieves, is in better condition.

He and Hu Cai managed to get by last year, but with the turmoil, the land was desolate, and the peasants were scattered, now they can't get any food or property if they want to grab it.

This time Li Le was defeated, and the two talked about fighting against the bandits Dong, but in fact... they were greedy for the little food in Yang Feng's hands.

Never would have thought that Hu Cai, the grievance, would stand so stubbornly even begging for food, forcing him... to change his attitude and say: "Yang Qushuai, since Guo Dashuai passed away, I have always supported you."

"Oh...thank you very much." Yang Fengdan cupped his hands, glanced at the lobby irritably, and waved his hands: "Let's go, it seems that there is nothing to discuss today."

"Hey, Yang Qushuai, where shall I stay tonight... You didn't say anything about coming from a long distance this time? Hey, Yang Qushuai, wait for me..."

A military discussion is more like a farce.

On the contrary, Xing Hua secretly rolled his eyes, and then walked away with Xu Huang: "Gongming, I heard what you said just now, it seems that you still have some affection for that thief Dong?"

"I don't have a good opinion of him, but I have a good opinion of his government orders. If you hadn't persuaded Yang Qushuai not to kill the people of Yang County indiscriminately, I would not have surrendered."

"Oh... But now I listen to Yang Qushuai, he seems to be very confused."

"In today's world, who is not confused..." Xu Huang shook his head and sighed, "If you can be confused, at least you are still alive."

"Huh?...Gongming, why are you like Yang Qushuai when you are like this?"

……

The military discussions here in Yang County are anticlimactic, but the military discussions in Anyi County are lingering.

From the very beginning, Old Dong stared at Jia Xu, Jia Xu seemed to know his intentions, and looked at him calmly.Then, for some reason, everyone who was in doubt kept silent, and the two got into a fight.

After all, Jia Xu didn't have that thought, and blinked his dry eyes: "Xiangguo..."

"Oh, you blinked, you lost!" Old Dong was overjoyed immediately, and said, "When you return to Luoyang, remember to bring the fattest chicken in the house."

Jia Xu choked suddenly, she never thought that she would ruin the life of an innocent fat chicken in the mansion in a moment of carelessness.

But soon, he was relieved: the fate of the chickens raised in the mansion had already been doomed.Forget it, early death is also early liberation...

At the same time, he also knew that if he didn't tell the strategy to deal with the Baibo thief next.Not only the fat chickens at home, but even the dog will suffer.

"Xiangguo's goal of killing Li Le has been achieved. If you want to subdue the Baibo bandits without bloodshed, you only need to surround them without attacking and drive away the tigers and devour the wolves."

"Siege and not attack, drive away tigers and devour wolves?" Huangfu Song frowned deeply when he heard this, and said, "Jia Changshi, conquest on the battlefield is no joke, how can you sum it up in one word?"

Jia Xu then took out a stack of shredded papers from his sleeve, and said, "Taiwei, I'm not as good as you in the battlefield, but this battle... has been determined by the Taiwei for more than a year. "

Huangfusong was puzzled, took the shredded paper to identify it, and found that it was the household registration, farmland, and Wubao statistics of wealthy families in Xihe and Hedong counties for many years.

"Over the years, the household registration and land acres in the two counties have decreased sharply, but the number of powerful Wubao has increased. The Baibo thieves are nothing more than a mob. During the period of disaster in the two counties, it can be said that they were exhausted."

Jia Xu then explained, "Wars cost money and food. The changes in household registration, farmland, and Wubao in the two counties have shown that the Baibo bandits have no power to succeed. "

Huangfusong suddenly realized, and asked subconsciously: "Then how should we push?"

"Xiangguo had a plan long ago, so it's naturally the easiest and most effective way to push it from the inside..." Jia Xu finally cupped his hands again, and patted the old Dong who had a slightly displeased face just now, feeling comfortable again.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yu also sighed slightly in his heart: What is surrounded but not attacked, driving tigers and wolfs away... It is so lofty, but to put it bluntly, it is worse than bad, it is waste.

Alas, I have a little understanding of what the art of war is all about.

"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the bloody Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but then quickly stretched.

There is almost no way to clean the bloody smell on everyone in the Zhen Mosi.