Chapter 1124 Hungry

"Eat... give me something to eat..."

"It's okay to give me some fodder..."

A strong man from Xianbei, riding a horse, walked slowly on the edge of the pasture. Perhaps it was because of the geothermal heat or the terrain. For example, there was a piece of ice-free ice in the center of some sunken areas. The freshwater lake has created one of the best Gobi oasis in Mobei.

Now, the surrounding herdsmen who had suffered from the cold spring subconsciously drove their cattle and sheep here that had finally survived the cold winter, hoping to let the cattle and sheep eat the new grass sprouts in spring.

Cattle and sheep are the fields of herdsmen, and now these living fields are also falling one by one, making these herdsmen who are suffering in the wind and frost extremely sad.

Originally, the grassland was willing to accommodate some scattered herdsmen who came to seek refuge. However, as the number of people increased, the limited area could no longer allow an unlimited number of people to pour in. Therefore, those who came earlier spontaneously organized themselves into groups. The crowds that keep coming are blocking the oasis...

Some people still have the strength to look for other places, while some people have exhausted their reserves and can no longer move, so they can only stay at the edge of the pasture.

"The Great Shaman Huyehan," a strong man from Xianbei, with bulging muscles, prostrated himself on the ground and said, "this morning, when I was patrolling, more than ten people died outside..." (Xianbei How should a person's shaman be called? The author can't find it. There are few written records, so I will use shaman.)

Hu Yehan was silent for a while and said: "Kan'erjin, let my son squeeze in and see if we can free up a few more tents... After all, we are all descendants of Changshengtian..."

"Yes, the Great Shaman of Huyehan," Kanerjin said, "but these days, the weather is too cold, and the grassland is not growing... It seems that the hay we stored last year will be used up. If the weather continues like this , just like last year... Long Legs and Little Horned Cub will probably..."

Hu Yehan frowned deeply. Years of wind and frost in the desert seemed to have carved deep marks on his face. Now, under the light of the torch in the tent, these marks seemed to come alive on his face. Normally, squirming and climbing gently: "...convey the order...call all the heads of departments here to discuss matters..."

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"I'm hungry...I'm hungry..."

"Eat...I want something to eat..."

The surging crowd of refugees swept through Guanzhong like hungry ghosts in hell.

No one thought that these refugees would develop so quickly!

Neither Xia Mou, who was huddled in Youfufeng, nor the Zhong family in Chang'an City realized this. Moreover, because there were so-called buffer areas intentionally separated to the left and right of Wugong County, refugees from Guanzhong began to surge in this area. When both parties feel that the other party may take care of it, there is no need for them to clean up the mess...

As a result, neither side took care of it, and Xia Mou had all the food and grass in the Wugong County area transferred to Youfufeng. They were even more embarrassed. Although they had the intention to suppress it, they had no hard currency in their hands. Within a few days, they were starved to death. The unbearable crowd wave completely overwhelmed him.

In Wugong County, no fewer than seven or eight fires, large and small, have been lit. Black smoke rises into the sky, mixed with the sound of people crying and screaming, straight into the sky.

This martial arts county that originally prospered due to the large number of troops garrisoned and then the hoarding of food and grass, but due to the transfer of soldiers, horses, food and grass, this place that was originally regarded as a comfortable place finally suffered an unprecedented disaster.

The originally small number of soldiers and horses in Wugong County were completely destroyed and chaotic under the strong attack of the refugees. The moment the city gate was breached was the beginning of the disaster in Wugong County. As the refugees went crazy and burned and looted in the city, there were crowds of people on the roads and streets. They smashed the courtyard doors, cut off the door panels and cooked the looted food in the street.

After grabbing a little bit of food, I eagerly roasted it, or simply ate it half-cooked!

There are many people, but there is little food.

Every bit of food that was looted was snatched away and eaten up, just like a cheap tour group in later generations. More than ten people sat at an empty round table with bowls and chopsticks in hand. Every time a dish was served, the discs were sold out in an instant. They looked like they were all chewed up.

The pitiful little food entered the intestines and stomach, which not only failed to quell the hunger and thirst of the intestines, but also stimulated the digestion and secretion of the intestines...

The more you eat, the hungrier you get, the more hungry you get, the more you eat!

"I'm hungry...I'm hungry..."

"Eat...I want something to eat..."

All four gates of Wugong County have been opened, and people are coming in and out everywhere. On every street, there are groups of refugees. Some of these refugees have completely lost their original honest appearance. Carrying weapons picked up from nowhere, they only need to smash open a slightly wealthier family. So he rushed in, saw the man and couldn't help but hit him with a sword, and then rummaged through the soft belongings on the body. When he saw the woman, he grabbed the woman's hair and snatched it away. If it was tender, it could not only be played with by oneself, but also used as a As for the food reserves, those old and ugly ones were killed directly and left in the corridor in the corner of the house. No one took a second look...

Black smoke covered the sky and the sun, accompanied by screams and cries from all over the city. Even the originally lazy sun in the sky seemed to be unable to bear to see all this, and quietly hid behind the clouds without saying a word. throat.

Everyone involved can't understand why, in just a few days, Wugong County and these chaotic refugees have turned into this!

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"...Now there is only one way..." Hu Yehan said slowly after the chaotic words of the tribal leaders in the big tent finally calmed down.

Although there was a fire burning in the big tent, the wrinkles on Hu Yehan's face seemed so dark that they couldn't be illuminated at all. They were so deep that it was unclear what was hidden in them.

This pasture belongs to Huyehan, and there have been several people in the Huyehan family who were once the shamans of Maodun. Of course, there are other shamans for King Xianbei now, but it still does not affect Huyehan's role in this area. influence.

"Great Shaman, please speak."

"Yes, yes, Great Shaman, please speak, we are all listening..."

Hu Yehan took a few breaths, as if he wanted to spit out the aging in his body with his breath, and then gurgled in his throat, like lumps of thick phlegm surging: "...Here It is the shaman’s pasture, the place where the will of Chang Tiansheng descends, so there is lake water that does not freeze all year round, and green grass that grows all year round... However, this year, you have also seen that the grass... is gone..."

Hu Yehan suddenly straightened his body, stretched out his withered arms into the air, and shouted hoarsely: "This is Changshengtian's warning! This is Changshengtian's punishment for us! And you, including me, are all They are sinners, they are all sinners who were born in Changsheng! That’s why they bear the wrath of Changsheng Heaven! That’s why the earth doesn’t grow grass and the sky doesn’t get warmer!”

The leaders of each tribe in the big tent were a little panicked, looked at each other, and then fell to the ground in unison, shouting: "Immortality above!"

"Dear Great Shaman, we have done nothing evil, so why does the Immortal Heaven bring disasters?"

Hu Yehan stretched out a bony finger, pointed to the south and said: "... Changshengtian told me... where is the source of evil..."

The leaders in the big tent couldn't help but follow Hu Yehan's finger and turned their heads to look south. Although they were blocked by the tent and couldn't see anything, some people soon thought of something and couldn't help it. He shouted: "Yinshan! Yinshan! It must be Yinshan!"

Hu Yehan gasped, and then said: "... Changshengtian said that what is shamed must be washed away with blood; what is lost must be regained... Only in this way can Changshengtian regain happiness. Let our pasture be as warm as a girl's breast again..."

"...But, there is an army of Han people over there..." One of the leaders murmured, "Their army is full of powerful monsters. They can also gallop on the grass. They can't be cut by swords and guns, and arrows can't penetrate them." The shot couldn't penetrate, and even General Zuo died in their hands..."

"Changshengtian will help us..." Huyehan listened quietly, and then said slowly: "...You don't have to do it according to Changshengtian's wishes... but you don't take Changshengtian's words to heart. , will leave his slaves and livestock underground..."

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"What? Most of the seedlings that were planted are dead?!"

Cao Cao's eyes widened and he could hardly believe his ears. Although even if his eyes were widened, they were just from the size of a mung bean to the size of a soybean, or at most the size of a black bean.

"...Yes," Xun Yu lowered his head deeply and said with great self-blame, "...it was someone's fault that he failed to notice the change of weather in time and failed to remind Mr. Ming in time... Please understand. Public punishment..."

Cao Cao stretched out two fingers that were like halberds, but turned into palms when they were halfway out. Then they fell down, patted the table gently, and said: "...This is a sudden change in time, how can we blame it?" Yu Wenruo... But if this happens, will we have extra food to grow?"

Cheng Yu said with a face that looked like a relative who had just died, "Let me tell you, Duke Ming, there is no extra grain. The only way to replant it is to mobilize military equipment..."

"If we replant all the crops, how long can our grain and grass last?" Cao Cao said with a frown.

"At most three months." Cheng Yu said.

"March..." Cao Cao was silent.

Everyone was silent.

Without the crops grown in the spring, there would be nothing in the autumn. Even the most stupid person will understand the serious relationship at hand. If you replant the crops, you will be out of food in three months...

New grain can only be harvested in July and August. What will we eat during the three to four months?

Are they all going to gnaw tree bark and drink the northwest wind?

what to do? How to choose?

"Zi Xi, I need to contact various tribes in Yanzhou to borrow some grain and grass!" Cao Cao frowned and said, "I'll leave this matter to you!"

Wei Jian cupped his hands and said: "Ming Gong, the people of Yanzhou... I borrowed it three times last year. Now... why not borrow some grain and grass from the general merchant..."

"I know! However, the general is also preparing troops to march north to Youzhou. It's a shame that we can't help. How can we delay the general's preparations because of this?" Cao Cao waved his hand, glanced at Wei Jian and said, " You can go ahead and get ready. This matter is of great importance and cannot be delayed..."

"...I would like to comply with Duke Ming's order." Seeing Cao Cao say this, Wei Ji could only accept it, quickly glanced at Xun Yu who was still leaning on his head, and then said, "In this case, I am resigning... "

Cao Cao nodded.

In the hall, silence fell again. After a long time, Cao Cao said: "...Yuan Rang, gather the soldiers, I am going to attack Xuzhou again!"

"only."

"No!"

Two voices came to mind in the lobby almost at the same time.

The one who was called Wei was naturally Xiahou Dun, but the one who was called Wei was Xun Yu.

"Ming Gong, the previous plunder of Xuzhou has caused widespread resentment among the people. Now if we go to Xuzhou again...I'm afraid..." Xun Yu originally just suggested that Cao Cao pretend to attack Xuzhou, but he didn't expect that it turned into a real attack because of this incident.

Cao Cao needs food and grass, and the people of Xuzhou will definitely not readily provide it with both hands. Moreover, Xuzhou is definitely in spring plowing now, so sending troops at this time will definitely lead to a disaster in the end.

Previously, Cao Cao manipulated Qingzhou soldiers to plunder four counties. Although to a certain extent, it was not entirely Cao Cao's fault. It could also be said to be negligence. However, there were already complaints, and many gentry children were already discussing privately. , and now if we attack Xuzhou again, it is foreseeable that the consequences will definitely be more serious, and Cao Cao's reputation among the nobles will be completely ruined...

The original intention was to cleanse oneself from the eunuchs, but as a result, it soon became a completely stinky street?

"Wen Ruo, if we don't send troops to Xuzhou, what can you do?" Cao Cao stopped Xun Yu from what he was about to say and asked in a deep voice.

"This..." Xun Yu was also speechless.

The land of Yanzhou, to the north is Hanoi, which belongs to General Yuan; to the south, this is the Nanyang area of ​​Yingchuan, Yuzhou, which is either the hometown of the Yuan family or Xun Yu's own hometown; to the west is Hongnong , not to mention Yang Biao, Luoyang, the capital of the emperor, is also here...

Where else can we go?

No matter how smart Xun Yu is, in this situation, he is just a clever wife, not a snail girl, so there is no other good solution.

Didn't Cao Cao know that releasing Qingzhou soldiers to rob grain and grass would kill the Xuzhou people's hope for future survival, and he would inevitably encounter huge resistance. Moreover, doing so would damage his reputation and lose the good image he had built for a long time. However, Now, what can we do?

The hundreds of thousands of Qingzhou Corps are like a double-edged sword of hunger, unsheathed. If they cannot be allowed to drink other people's blood, they must be fed with their own blood!