Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 3598: The Dawn of the Grass

If Man Chong could look back and have the opportunity to re-examine what he did in Luoyang City and the control measures under the high-pressure policy he implemented, would there be any new changes or good performances in this battle?

The children of Shandong, even if they rise from poor families to become powerful, will still not change their original ideas and will regard the common people as grass.

What is weed?

Grass is a living being without emotions, pain or memory, and can only react when stimulated again and again.

The ruling class of the Shandong gentry in the Han Dynasty really liked the word "stimulation".

For example, at the beginning of the construction of the Han Dynasty, a policy of "30% tax" was adopted to "stimulate" the development of agricultural production among the people, in an attempt to restore the vitality of the private economy. However, by the end of the Han Dynasty, the tax rate did not seem to have changed. On the surface, the Han Dynasty still treated private farmers and civilians with low or tax-free rates, but in fact, under the low tax rates were high land rents, high land asset transfer prices, overdrafts on future family funeral expenses, and a medical system with no guarantees at all.

And the worst part is that the gentry deliberately raised the bar for education and knowledge by setting up many thresholds...

If the children of the common people were happily playing in the mud in the fields, the gentry would be very happy and would even compose poems to praise and encourage them. However, if these children began to study the Salt and Iron Treatise, the gentry would become afraid and would start to wonder whether they should delete some of the words and sentences from the Salt and Iron Treatise.

In order to ease the economic pressure, the Han Dynasty also tried to "stimulate" private consumption by allowing people to pay grain to the state in exchange for titles, such as the "valuing grain policy" suggested by Chao Cuo. The purpose was of course very good. It tried to use this policy to increase national grain reserves, stimulate private grain production, and at the same time improve the social status of wealthy households. However, in reality, the upper class of the Han Dynasty that had already been formed was not willing to have the 80/20 rule broken, nor was they willing to let the nobles drive the nobles.

Later, the common people who were bound to the local manors were under the education model controlled by the local gentry. They enjoyed the considerate and happy life without the pain of learning. Under the repeated "stimulation" of the Han Dynasty's policies, they could only tremble and contribute their last flesh and blood, and even their bones...

Of course, it is hard to say how much of these last blood, flesh and marrow contributed by the grassroots people will enter the Shaofu of the Han Dynasty.

As for the Han Dynasty's gentry, it didn't matter what the Han Dynasty was like or how difficult Cao Cao was. They just wanted the manor economy to last forever, and the common people and tenants in the manor to work more than eight hours a day, and then they had to express their gratitude to the gentry for providing them with a working platform, and in the remaining four hours, they would do everything they could to stimulate them to spend their wages... oh, it should be called wages, and it would be best to spend them on their manors.

For this reason, they were unwilling to give the common tenants more time and more relaxed space to move around. After all, wouldn't it be a loss if they ran out to spend the time in other markets or other manors?

In this context, as a representative of an ordinary poor family, what kind of habits would Man Chong have in taking care of ordinary soldiers and ordinary people's thoughts, hopes, and basic needs after he came ashore?

impossible.

Man Chong and other children from poor families were like wild boars that broke into the city. After eating the cabbages, they forgot about the soil and weeds that raised them in the countryside, as well as other wild boars that failed to enter the city, and some other animals and plants. They devoted themselves to serving the city people and defended their rights with gritted teeth.

After all, in the eyes of Man Chong and others, only the people in the city gave him everything.

Therefore, if Man Chong was given another chance, the result would still be destined and there would be no change.

Wang Yun was not able to realize this at first. After all, under the ideological constraints of Shandong, the fact that he thought of escaping was already a manifestation of the resentment that had accumulated for a long time. He had never thought about overthrowing or resisting Man Chong before, so when Man Chong appeared, Wang Yun immediately backed down.

But when he found out that he had backed down, not only did nothing good happen, but an even worse situation was waiting for him...

Wang Yun finally exploded.

He did something he had never dared to do before.

"Open the gates!"

Wang Yun stood in front of the east gate, facing another military officer who was in charge of guarding the city gate.

Man Chong led his men to defend the west gate. Xu Xili, who stayed at the east gate, was attracted away by the fire in the city, and a temporary gap appeared at the east gate.

Wang Yun had scars from beatings and whipping on his body. Under the light of the fire, the blood that flowed down had seeped into the blue bricks under his feet, looking extremely horrifying.

"Wang Junhou, are you crazy? !"

The military marquis stationed at the East Gate was named Cao, but he was not a member of the Cao clan, he was just a member of the Cao clan, otherwise he would not be asked to guard the gate. In fact, in Luoyang City, the guards at the four gates were obviously one level higher than the guards on the city wall. After all, the four gates of Luoyang City were closed at the beginning of the war, and they would not face any threats or dangers. By the time the Hussars attacked the gates, the guards on the top of the city had probably been fighting for a long time.

Cao Junhou glared, "Wang Junhou! Don't come over here again! If you come over again, I will be rude to you!"

Wang Yun slowly stopped and raised his head slightly, as if looking at the city gate, or as if gazing into the distance.

The smell of rust filled Wang Yun's mouth and nose. Before it was someone else's blood, but now it was his own.

It turns out that they are all the same...

He vaguely saw the wheat fields in his hometown in the first year of Zhongping.

The wheat fields in spring are lush green.

That year, he had just tied up his hair and joined the army. The county magistrate pointed to the starving Yellow Turban refugees under the city wall and said, "Killing these moth bandits will protect the country and the people! You will be a loyal and good man of the Han Dynasty!"

He believed it.

The red blood flooded the green fields.

He also seemed to see the fire rising in Xuzhou.

The fire of autumn is all red.

He had just been promoted to a captain that year, and he pointed to the people of Xuzhou who were fleeing to the suburbs to avoid the war and said, "Killing all these rebels will save the world! And the world will be at peace!"

He also believed...

Although he was still somewhat skeptical at that time, he thought, such a big country, such a big court, such big officials, and such a big platform would not deceive a small ordinary citizen like him, right?

Isn't it?

"Fuck protecting the country and the people..."

Blood foam splattered out and Wang Yun laughed miserably.

"What did you say?"

Cao Junhou asked.

Wang Yun suddenly ripped open the leather armor on his chest, revealing the old and new scars on his chest, and then laughed up to the sky. His hoarse voice, even in the chaotic background of Ximen, still pierced people's hearts, "In the Zhongping year, kill the Yellow Turbans! The high-ranking officials said that after killing the Yellow Turbans, the world will be peaceful! What happened? The Yellow Turbans were killed, but the world was still not peaceful! Others said, kill the thief Dong! After killing the thief Dong, the world will be peaceful! What happened? ! After the thief Dong died, what about the world? ! Later, kill Xuzhou! Kill so many heads! Is the world peaceful? ! Kill the two Yuans, how many brothers and fellow countrymen died on the battlefield, is it peaceful again? ! Kill! Kill! Kill! ! Killed me all over! Those high-ranking officials, but what do they still think of us? Not even as good as a dog! For more than ten years, we have been killing from south to north, from east to west! The number of fellow countrymen and comrades killed is getting smaller and smaller, and the civilians are getting more and more miserable! And the world is peaceful? ! Hahahaha, where is the peace that those high-ranking officials talked about? ! 』

The leather armor was put on temporarily, and it was somewhat ill-fitting, but the new and old scars on Wang Yun's body twisted and throbbed under the firelight, and were stained with blood...

The soldiers who followed Cao's army unconsciously lowered their swords and guns.

If it was the Hussars who shouted like this, they might not listen, because there is some hostility between them. Once a defensive effect is formed in their hearts, they will not be able to hear anything.

This is like a rebellious child listening to his parents' nagging. The so-called rebellion is not necessarily yelling, but turning a blind eye and a deaf ear, thinking that what parents say is long-winded and boring, and it is not as interesting as talking to the bedside table. The experience passed on by parents is also considered to be a lie by parents, and the purpose is to tire me to death and make me learn more...

Perhaps after entering society and being beaten by society, one can understand the painstaking efforts of his or her parents. Or perhaps after being beaten by society, one still curses his or her parents for the evils that they brought to his or her family of origin.

Just like the east gate of Luoyang City today. Whether it was Wang Yun, Cao Junhou, or other Cao Jun soldiers, they had all suffered from the "social beating", but they also had different expressions and different mentalities.

Cao's military marquis didn't know how to answer, he just stared with wide eyes, "Well... the world is peaceful... that's all the nobles' business, we just follow their orders... Besides, we take money from others to help them get rid of disasters, we take the military pay, so naturally we work hard for them, what else is there to say?"

Wang Yun screamed, "Military pay?! Hahaha! What a joke!"

Wang Yun thought of his fellow villager Ayong.

He was a simple and honest man. His right arm was cut off by Yuan Jun's troops in Guandu, and he died of his injuries. Before he died, Ayong clutched his leather armor and begged him to take care of his mother in his hometown...

"But wait for me..." Tears fell from Wang Yun's eyes, sliding down his face along with the bloodstains, like tears of blood, "When I went back to my hometown after the war... his mother... his mother was starved to death! The household department didn't give a penny of compensation! The reason was that they said that Ayong died of illness, not killed on the spot by Yuan's army! Poor his mother, a living person, wrapped in a straw mat, only bones were left on the body, without a single piece of meat! I'm sorry for Ayong! I... If I had gone back earlier..."

Suddenly, a soldier among the soldiers guarding the east gate shouted, "Damn you beast! My fellow countryman did the same thing! Half of his head was chopped off, and the sergeant said he couldn't recognize the person, didn't know who he was, and refused to give him compensation! Damn it! That beast can see a penny dropped more than a hundred steps away, and rush over to pick it up! He said he couldn't recognize the person because half of his head was missing! He's just going against his conscience and not giving him any compensation!"

Someone took the lead, and other Cao soldiers also shouted, "I know! The ruts of the baggage carts that carry money to their families are three times deeper than those of the carts that carry food and grass to us!"

"Also! At that time in Tongguan, it was us ordinary county soldiers who died, and those nobles and sons stood behind one by one! Just like now, they are still in the city! We are stationed in the gate, exposed to the wind and rain, and those guys have to demolish houses to warm themselves! "

"That day when I went into battle, my hands were bleeding from pulling the bow, and when I was withdrawing, those young masters even scolded me to get out of here and not stain their clothes!"

"That's right, that's right!" 』

"And me..."

Hearing the soldiers guarding the city complaining along with Wang Yun, Cao Junhou's face turned pale and he looked around in panic, pointing his finger at the soldiers around him, "Shut up! Shut up! Who dares to make trouble? I'll punish them by military law! Don't you want your heads?! Huh?! Who shouts again? Who dares to shout again?! I represent the Han Dynasty, the Prime Minister, and..."

Before Cao Junhou finished his fierce shout, he heard a sudden commotion in the area south of Luoyang City, near the Luo River!

"The cavalry has entered the city!"

"We're entering the city!"

"The city is broken!" 』

"..."

Cao Junhou was stunned for a moment, and turned his head blankly to look towards the south of Luoyang City in disbelief.

Have the opportunity!

While Cao Junhou was looking towards the south in a daze, Wang Yun suddenly rushed forward!

Cao Junhou also had two guards beside him, but their attention was also distracted by the angry roars of the surrounding soldiers...

In most cases, a small number of high-ranking NCOs and some lackeys can control the ordinary Cao army soldiers who have an advantage in numbers, and can even punish, kill, and suppress the words and deeds of the soldiers. However, the most feared thing is the current situation...

The crowd is furious!

This is why the Shandong gentry and the local gentry are most disgusted with and afraid of mass gatherings. Gatherings of more than fifty people must be strictly controlled. They also do not like people walking around and passing information to each other. After all, before the information was passed on, it was just Wang Yun's matter, and they only needed to target Wang Yun. As a result, now because other soldiers empathize with Wang Yun's accusations, it has become a group event.

In fact, in the south of Luoyang City, Zhang Liao's troops were not able to really break through the city wall. Instead, due to many changes in Luoyang City, the already unstable morale of Cao's soldiers became a little panicked, which gave the elite scout team that sneaked in through the Luo River an opportunity to take advantage of.

Especially when the fire broke out in the city, it not only attracted the attention of Xu Xili and others at the east gate, but also attracted the attention of Cao's soldiers stationed at the south gate!

It was precisely under this coincidence that Wang Yun at the East Gate created an opportunity for a sneak attack on the South Gate, and the chaos created by Zhang Liao's scout team at the South Gate in turn took effect on the Cao army guarding the East Gate!

If only Wang Yun and a few others were shouting about injustice and exploitation, most of Cao's soldiers would be deeply touched, but it would be very difficult to get them to immediately follow Wang Yun in rebellion. They might even continue to carry out orders out of inertia under the orders of Cao Junhou, even if they had many dissatisfactions and resentments in their hearts.

but now……

The shouts of "Cavalry enter the city" and "The city has been broken" coming from the direction of the south gate made the Cao army soldiers at a loss for a moment, and also gave Wang Yun the best opportunity!

It was only after Wang Yun arrived in front of Marquis Cao that Marquis Cao and the others began to react.

Cao Junhou wanted to retreat, but was grabbed by Wang Yun. Frightened, Cao Junhou stabbed Wang Yun with his knife.

Wang Yun knew that if he dodged, he would lose the best opportunity at the moment, so he tried his best to turn around based on his experience on the battlefield. However, due to the short distance, he was unable to dodge completely, and with a "puff" sound, a big cut was made on the side of his waist!

Wang Yun grabbed Cao Junhou tightly and pressed the short blade in his hand against his throat. The blood that pierced the skin drew a bloody line on Cao Junhou's neck.

"If you have something to say... we can talk about it, we can talk about it..." Cao Junhou raised his head with all his strength, trying to keep his neck away from Wang Yun's short blade. "You and I are comrades... It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this..."

"Give the order, open the city gates!" Wang Yun said through gritted teeth.

"You..." Cao Junhou was still hesitating.

"The cavalry has entered the South Gate! If you open the city gate early, you can still survive! If you open it a little later, your soul will not be needed on the road to the underworld!" Wang Yun pressed the short blade against Cao Junhou's neck, "Even if you don't think about yourself, think about your brothers and his men!"

The cooks and other soldiers who were standing at the back, trembling with fear and not daring to move forward, gained some courage when they saw Wang Yun controlling Cao Junhou. They held up the cans and took a few steps forward, "Don't move! Don't move! There's kerosene in the cans! Kerosene! If you don't want to die together, don't move!"

"You lunatic! Lunatic!" Cao Junhou cursed loudly, but he did not dare to move.

Is there really kerosene in the can?

It is not necessary.

Wang Yun was very familiar with these military marquises...

There are many times when these guys look heroic on the surface, but in fact they are afraid of death.

What’s interesting is that they don’t want to show that they are afraid of death, and sometimes they even need a step or something…

Just like Wang Yun himself before.

So when Wang Yun put the short blade against Cao Junhou, he knew that most of the things were done.

Sure enough, Cao Junhou seemed helpless and cursed Wang Yun a few times, and then reluctantly asked his men to open the door. Although his surname was Cao, it was actually just Cao, and he was still a long way from being a real upper-class Cao family in Qiao County, Pei State.

The moment the city gate was finally opened, I don't know which garrison soldier threw down his halberd and sword first, followed by the fifth, and the tenth. In the blink of an eye, the sounds of swords and spears falling to the ground were even more thrilling than the morning bells and evening drums in Luoyang City in the past!

Zhang Liao had actually moved to the west gate, and the cavalry soldiers who stayed near the east gate were a little hesitant at first, thinking it was another trap. But when they saw the Cao army soldiers throwing down their swords, spears and halberds, and seeing Wang Yun, covered in blood, pushing Cao Junhou out of the city gate, they believed it!

"I recognize him!" the hussar soldier who had seen Wang Yun in the culvert shouted, "He was the one at the cave entrance!"

The leader of the cavalry team ordered his men to report the situation at the east gate to Zhang Liao immediately, and waved his hand to let his men rush into the city gate and take over the defense. Then he walked forward and looked Wang Yun up and down. With his battlefield experience, he could naturally tell what the new and old scars on Wang Yun's body were. "Good man! Leave this to us!"

The light of dawn shone in the east, shining on Wang Yun's bloodstained face. He suddenly felt relaxed, just like the sunrise he saw when he was young standing on the slope at the entrance of the village, warm, comfortable, and...

full of hope.