Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 3327 I will send

Everyone will inevitably be asked a question in life.

  who are you?

Or who am I?

Except for some particularly fucked-up times, when some disadvantaged groups ask people to prove that you are you, your father is your father, your mother is your mother, etc., when this question is asked, there will always be a moment of trance...

Because this question means determining one's identity, and a person's identity is often related to his or her position, political status and other social attributes.

Of course, for the untouchables, there is only a name left.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have seen some feudal officials in later generations being asked by the people "Who are you?" and they would have become furious and said, "I represent the Ming Dynasty and the East Factory to warn you..."

Because these feudal officials would not say their own names, but would say their positions.

He also likes others to call him by his title.

So to put it simply, the "who" here is not asking about the name of the person, but the position and status.

So when someone asks you "who are you", don't be silly and just say your name. Unless your name is as serious as ***, which even the platform has to block, you should still put your social status and position first.

This is not just a simple question of self-identification and may carry some special meaning or context.

Although no matter whether it is the feudal dynasty claiming that the emperor is guilty of the same crime as the common people, or the capitalist advocacy that everyone should be respected and treated equally, in fact, the answer to this question is always so bloody...

It's just that the surface may be covered with a layer of concealing cloth.

Now, whenever Bao Zhong asked him "Who are you?", he never foolishly said his name, surname, first name, or someone from such and such place, but laughed softly and said, "General, you asked the wrong question... It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is what you want to do now..."

"What am I saying..." Bao Zhong was startled, and immediately showed anger on his face, "How dare you!"

Never blink.

  Ok?

I didn't say anything...

However, this also made everyone understand Bao Zhong's thoughts.

He suddenly sighed softly, "Even if we can defeat the Hussars this time, what can we do? We will also have to die a lot of people... Look around, most of the people here may die... And what have we gained? Even if we kill half of the Hussars, what can we do? Can we conquer Guanzhong? Can we enter Linfen? The army has been short of food for a long time... Retreat and wait for the next time? How many new soldiers will the Hussars train? You know, the Hussars now not only have Guanzhong, but also the Western Regions have surrendered... If we really compare the training of soldiers, we can't compare. Think about how many soldiers the Hussars had back then, and how many soldiers are there now..."

"This..." Bao Zhong's eyes flashed.

"Fighting for a few years, dragging it out for a few years, of course, is not a big deal for some people..." Never said softly, "But... Chang'an is the only place with a hundred medical clinics..."

"Hiss..." Bao Zhong took a breath of cold air.

He never spoke again, then shrank back slightly, lowered his head and smiled foolishly, as if he had never said those words before.

Bao Zhong's son was seriously injured.

The Hundred Medical Clinics is only in Guanzhong.

These two things that seemed to have nothing to do with each other before are now suddenly connected.

Birth, old age, illness and death are the normal conditions of life.

But most of the time, the way parents treat their children and the way children treat their parents are not equal.

In humans and other animals, parents will provide protection and resources at all costs to ensure the survival and growth of their offspring. This instinct is the basis for the continuation of the population and the result of natural selection. Mothers provide nourishment for their children through pregnancy and breastfeeding from the beginning of pregnancy, while fathers provide protection for the family more through labor to ensure the safety and stability of the overall life. Therefore, human instinct is to create better conditions for the continuation of offspring, and Bao Zhong obviously cannot avoid this.

  Even though he is always finding fault with children and calling them stupid when he sees them on a normal day, when his children are really hurt, his heart aches more than anyone else's!

This is also a manifestation of Shandong culture. After all, beatings produce filial sons, which is an excellent experience passed down for many years.

In fact, this "stick" does not really rely on beatings or scolding, but strict education.

Everything has its pros and cons. Strict education may cultivate more successful individuals, but they may keep emotional distance from the family. Gentle education may promote emotional closeness, but children may prefer comfort in the future and are unlikely to give back to their parents. Unless the child is particularly outstanding, he or she will have the advantages of both, and ordinary children are considered good if they do not learn from others.

So this saying from Shandong is actually more about the difference between elite education and happy education, but some ordinary people, such as Bao Zhong, think that simply beating and scolding children can make them successful...

But no matter what, his child is now injured, and seriously, like an invisible knife, cutting his heart all the time.

It was obvious that the doctors in the rear camp of Cao's army had difficulty treating ordinary soldiers, let alone dealing with burns like that of Bao Zhong's son.

"Inside the Hundred Medical Clinic," the voice was like the temptation of the devil, full of charm, "the treatment of this kind of injury is unique in the world... it can even turn bones into flesh and revive the dead..."

People in later generations all know that the most important thing about burns is to prevent infection.

Once infected, especially if it causes large-scale inflammation, it would undoubtedly be fatal in the Han Dynasty when there were no anti-inflammatory drugs.

If the inflammation of burns can be controlled, the recovery from burns will generally be ideal, and at most the skin will just look a little uglier.

After hearing this, Bao Zhong couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his throat slid up and down.

After looking at Bao Zhong's expression, he felt more at ease.

Bao Zhong looked around and suddenly whispered, "Brother Cong, you... tell me the truth... how sure are you?"

Never replied in a low voice: "It's hard to say! If you want to get treatment, the sooner the better... If you continue like this, there will definitely be no treatment at all."

Bao Zhong's face looked somewhat gloomy.

After a short pause, he said, "But... this opportunity was fought for, it all depends on how the general does it..."

Bao Zhong looked up in surprise, but saw that Zonglai's smile had disappeared from his face and he looked unusually serious.

"Brother, you...you, you you..." Bao Zhong grabbed the hilt of the knife and held it tightly.

What happened before could be considered as "idle talk". Although certain factors were involved, on the whole it could be regarded as a father who was eager to seek medical treatment and was clinging to the floating board or straw that appeared beside him. However, the following words undoubtedly revealed all the disguises, exposed his identity nakedly, and also forced Bao Zhong to express his attitude.

This……

  What to do?

Beads of sweat rolled down Bao Zhong's head.

There are still crowds of people and flags waving around me.

Bao Zhong and his personal guards were also staring at this place nervously, and also at the other Cao army soldiers around them. On the one hand, they were afraid that they had missed something, and on the other hand, they were also afraid that other irrelevant people had heard something more.

Under normal circumstances, this abnormally tense state of Bao Zhong and those around him would have surely attracted some people's attention. But now, other Cao army soldiers were also nervous, and some even behaved more outrageously than Bao Zhong and others, which naturally attracted the attention of the commander-in-chief of the army and the guard general.

As for the few words Bao Zhong said, if you didn't hear the specific content, you would probably think he was discussing the next battle...

The messengers carrying the recognition flags were still running left and right, conveying Cao Hong's orders.

Bao Zhong gritted his teeth and the handle of the knife creaked as he gripped it.

But there seemed to be an invisible force pressing down on the back of his hand, making his sword feel as heavy as a thousand pounds and unable to be pulled out.

Even though there was Cao's army camp behind him and Cao Cao's banner was flying in the center of the rear, Bao Zhong felt as if he was standing alone in the middle of the battlefield.

Taking a step back, they would see Cao's army, and in the distance ahead, the tricolor battle flag was flying high.

Even though he had been unhappy under Cao Cao, Bao Zhong had never thought of making the choice he had today...

But, if...

Bao Zhong stared at Cong Lai, but Cong Lai did not move at all, as if he did not notice the veins on Bao Zhong's hand that was grasping the hilt of the knife.

"If..." Bao Zhong's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had just swallowed a handful of sand, "How can I protect my child?"

He always smiled, still with that usual flattering expression, "No problem... Just find an excuse to send them to the rear, and arrange to meet at a certain ferry crossing on the river... And the general, you should know that in the rear camp, actually... hehe, those elite troops rarely go there..."

"No, no, no, no, no..." Bao Zhong shook his head slightly, "This, this won't work, no..."

Although he said no, Bao Zhong's grip on the knife handle was not as tight as before.

"General, think twice." He said softly, "What we seek is nothing more than wealth, fame, and a family heirloom... so it's all the same, except that the most important thing is to be alive... without life, there is nothing. Even if you have a fortune of millions and a thousand acres of fertile land, what's the use? If you are worried, you can kill me after Cao's army wins... otherwise, wouldn't that mean you're cutting off your own path?"

Bao Zhong's eyes rolled left and right. His personal loyalty to Cao Cao was definitely not as firm as he claimed. After hearing what Conglai said, he had actually been shaken in his heart. He was just afraid that Conglai was Cao Cao or a spy sent by Cao's side.

I have always been watching Bao Zhong, thinking in my heart that if I can't reveal some real tricks, I am afraid I won't be able to gain Bao Zhong's trust...

No one wants to die in vain, and no one wants to sacrifice in vain.

Sacrifice is actually a kind of transaction. In ancient times, people offered three kinds of animals to the gods. These pure-colored animals used for sacrifice were called sacrifices. So in fact, people put forward some conditions to the gods and offered sacrifices, hoping that the gods would agree.

If the gods give a "response", such as it happens to rain, the sky clears up, etc., then the next time humans will perform sacrifices and transactions again. If there is no "response" for a long time, then it is very likely that a new god will be replaced, or the wizard who performed the sacrifice will be thrown into the fire...

If they never took the initiative to communicate with Bao Zhong, then in the process of fighting with the cavalry vanguard, people like Bao Zhonghe who never belonged to the ranks of the Central Commander and the Central Guard Army would most likely act as the first dish or first soup before the battle to whet the appetite of the generals on both sides.

If the food is not tasty, you can return it, throw it away, or make it again.

But if a person dies, there is no coming back to life.

At least this is the case for people like Bao Zhonghe.

Cong Lai raised his chin slightly and said, "If the general is willing to send a signal to the messenger on the other side... when the other side attacks, they will most likely avoid this place..."

As he spoke, he looked up at the bright sun in the sky, then turned up his sleeves to reveal a small bronze mirror.

"..." Bao Zhong stared at Cong Lai, pondered for a long time, and finally said with gritted teeth, "I won't send it."

It’s not that I don’t know how or I don’t understand, but that I don’t send it.

So he nodded, "I understand, I'll post it then. I hope the general can cover up a little."

……

……

The armies of both sides began to come into contact with each other, and the first thing that unfolded was of course a scouting battle.

Regardless of which side's scouts were trying their best to prevent the other side from approaching their own lines for detection, but it was obvious that the Cao army's scouts were gradually suppressed. Facing the sharp cavalry of the Hussars, the Cao army's scouts' resistance behavior was more like a way of expressing an unyielding attitude even if they were powerless to resist...

The mobility on the battlefield gradually shifted to Xu Chu's side.

Faced with the Cao army's array, Xu Chu did not launch an attack immediately.

Because Xu Chu had discovered in his previous observations that the infantry lines of these Cao army soldiers were likely to begin gathering in the middle of the night, which meant that the Cao army soldiers had been standing there for at least two or three hours...

Xu Chu was not in a hurry.

Don't be in a hurry.

He is now on the attacking side. It takes more than ten miles to walk from his camp to the Cao army camp. If he cannot attack the Cao army camp today - it is obviously unlikely to conquer it directly.

After all, the artillery has not caught up yet, so after the battle today, Xu Chu has to lead his troops to walk more than ten miles back to the camp. Therefore, as a military commander, he must know how to reasonably allocate the physical strength of the soldiers.

After gaining most of the control of the battlefield, Xu Chu began to rotate, test, and consume.

That’s right, consumption.

The physical strength and endurance of soldiers are also consumables in a sense.

How to consume more of the opponent's physical strength within an effective time and conserve your own physical strength is also a skill on the battlefield.

  And another point is that Cao's army camp is huge. If Cao's army sends troops from another part of the camp when we retreat, should we fight or not?

What would happen if I used up all my stamina at the very beginning, and my soldiers ran out of energy and my horses ran out of horsepower?

The Hussars were dispatched in turns, and the smoke and dust they raised covered the sky. Although they did not charge directly into the battle formation, who could guarantee that the Hussars would not charge forward the next moment?

Cao's army was undoubtedly well prepared for the Anyi camp. All the surrounding timber had been cut down. Even if the Cavalry wanted to obtain some timber to make pedals for crossing the trench, they had to go farther away, even dragging them from twenty miles away.

Therefore, it was impossible for Xu Chu to fill the trenches and camps of Cao's army with his flesh and blood.

On the whole, the two sides' formations this time were more like mutual shouting before the actual action.

  What are you looking at?

How are you doing?

  Why don't you try to move me?

Just give it a try!

Both sides knew that the intensity of this fight would not be too great, but both sides were harboring evil intentions and wanted to surprise the other side with a sudden blow and gain some advantage first.

The Hussars now combine cold weapons with hot weapons, especially the earliest developed hand grenades, which have been used skillfully and have shown their power many times in various small-scale battles. This time is no exception, looking for an opportunity to fire one, so that Cao's army can feel the passion of iron and fire.

Cao's army, under the cover of the camp, held back their catapults, waiting for the Hussars to approach, and then suddenly gave them a surprise.

After suppressing the battlefield, the Hussar cavalry began to gradually approach Cao's infantry line, whizzing back and forth, occasionally shooting some arrows into the Cao's infantry position, and the Cao's line also fought back with arrows.

The arrows from both sides were tentative attacks, which caused some damage, but basically they were negligible.

During this process, the Hussar cavalry was undoubtedly putting continuous pressure on Cao's infantry, and then trying to find their weak links and areas. For Cao's army, the Hussar cavalry running back and forth were not large in scale and were moving targets, so the catapults hidden behind the camp remained silent.

If the normal process continues, then as time goes by, in the afternoon, both sides will definitely have one or more direct flesh-to-flesh collisions and exchanges of body fluids...

But this is exactly the case on the battlefield, plans often cannot keep up with changes.

Just as the atmosphere between the two sides was becoming increasingly tense and they were about to engage in physical combat, there were suddenly some unusual changes.

This change was discovered by the Hussars who were in control of the situation, but at first, they did not pay much attention to it, thinking that it happened by chance in the Cao army's formation. However, the continuous and regular flashes of light suddenly startled these Hussar scouts.

This is the signal for the cavalry to communicate with each other!

After being stunned and doubtful, the Hussars discovered the signal again and immediately reported it upwards one level at a time.

Li Li, who was commanding the cavalry on the flank of the battlefield, received a report from his subordinates.

"What did you say?" Li Li wondered if he had heard it wrong. "You said that some signal was found in the Cao army formation? The cavalry was contacting? Are you sure about this?!"

The cavalry commander also felt strange, so he nodded and said, "At first I thought my brothers had seen it wrong, so I went to check it out myself and confirmed that it was the signal we agreed on!"

Li Li's eyes widened, then he nodded to the captain, "This is not a joke!"

The captain also nodded and wiped the sweat off his face, "Marquis, this kind of thing is too much to joke about!"

Li Li pondered for a moment, "I'll send someone to ask the general for instructions immediately! Go around again and send it to the other side... No, no, you can't use the light from the mirror... Let me think about it, let me think about it, is there any other way..."

(End of this chapter)