The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 250 Xu An
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of insects outside the house became louder and louder, causing Xu An's thoughts to diverge slightly.

Xu An put down the bamboo slips in his hand and rubbed his swollen head. There was still half a bowl of corn porridge on the desk, which was sent by the former guards.

The corn porridge was completely cold at this time, Xu An picked up the bowl containing the corn porridge and drank it slowly.

A porridge and a meal are hard-won.

Xu An knew what it was like to be hungry. He had experienced it in the Yellow Turban Army.

At that time, he and tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Army were besieged in Guangzong City by the Han Army led by Lu Zhi. The long siege made the Yellow Turban Army almost ran out of ammunition and food, and the food they could receive from the army every day was pitifully small.

People who starve to death are really terrible. When they die, it seems that even the flesh and blood have dried up. Under the thin skin, there is almost no flesh and blood...

During those days when the city was besieged, countless Yellow Turban soldiers were lying in their tents and barracks in despair. Hunger made them powerless, and hunger made them despair...

Desperation made them eat everything they could see, anything they could eat...even things they couldn't eat.

Later generations said that eating dirt is just a joke, but Xu An really saw what it was like to eat dirt, and also saw how the person who ate dirt died miserably under the torture of pain...

Xu An finished the last bit of corn porridge in the bowl, licked up the last residue left at the bottom of the bowl, and then put down the clay bowl in his hand.

He finally understood why many people of the older generation cherished food so much, and why his grandfather couldn't see himself wasting a little food.

Now Xu An can finally understand that many people of the older generation really experienced the famine, endured hunger, and endured suffering.

Xu An finally realized how sorry his grandfather felt when he saw him dump the leftovers directly into the trash can.

Plant a millet in spring and harvest ten thousand in autumn.

There is no land in the world, and the farmer still starves to death.

When the hoe was on the day of the day, Khan dripped down the soil.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey.

When he was besieged by Lu Zhi in Guangzong City, Xu An was lying in the tent. In order not to consume as much energy as possible, when he was starving, all he thought about was the food he had dumped and wasted.

Xu An looked up at the open window, and the moon was just outside the window at this moment.

The bright moonlight spilled into the house, and the surrounding candlelight seemed a little dim.

"It's already late at night..."

Xu An was a little stunned, time flies by like a fleeting horse, this year is the fourth year of Zhongping (187), and it is his fourth year in Dahan.

He was finally no longer that little pawn who often woke up in a dream, trembled every day, and struggled with all his strength on the line of life and death.

Now Xu An already has five counties, and has gained a firm foothold in this troubled world.

Xu An didn't need to suffer from hunger and fear anymore, but the burden on his shoulders was getting heavier and heavier.

Every decision he makes will affect the people under his rule, the soldiers under his command, and the rest of the forces.

The heavy burden almost made Xu An unable to breathe.

In the eyes of Yan Zhong, Xu Huang and other Yellow Turban Army generals, Xu An is a calm and calm leader who knows everything well.

In the hearts of the Taoists of Taiping Dao, he is a majestic and majestic teacher who looks like a god, but in the eyes of the Han court, he is a heinous traitor.

As the power gradually expanded, the burden on Xu An's heart became heavier and heavier.

"I'm so tired..."

Xu An raised his hands and looked at his palms, which were already thickly calloused.

It was the callus from holding the sword for a long time, and the blade was worn out.

Even if he has become a great virtuous teacher, Xu An has never relaxed and honed his martial arts for a day.

He also searched for war books from the powerful families under his rule, studied hard every day, and never relaxed for a day.

For the past four years, Xu An has spent every day like this, and it is precisely because of this that he has the ability to lead the army under his command to this point.

Just knowing the history, relying on this alone, maybe even the Taihang Mountains can't get out.

Xu An let out a foul breath, remembering that Zhang Yan once asked him what his ambition was, but he could only dryly say that he was just trying to survive.

At the beginning, Xu An really just wanted to survive, and he just wanted to try his best to survive. The threat of death was right in front of him, and he couldn't allow him to be distracted at all.

Holding a long spear, he stood in the army formation, leaning shoulder to shoulder with the same scrawny robes wrapped in yellow scarves. When fighting together, he never thought about being a hero in troubled times, an overlord who ruled one side .

Those were too far away from Xu An, he tried his best, and it was almost impossible for him to survive.

Human life is really extremely fragile, a three-foot-long short knife can easily deprive a person of his life.

Xu An no longer knew how he survived the battlefield of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

It's cruel.

In the past, Xu An sat at the desk, holding "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and looked at that period of history, watching those heroic, passionate, and yearning stories, but never paid attention to those little people struggling to survive in the history books .

In the second year of Zhongping (185), a plague broke out in Jizhou, and countless people died.

But only a short paragraph in "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" was exchanged.

Emperor Xiaoling was in the second year of Zhongping.

Spring, the first month, a great epidemic.

Xu An was slightly absent-minded as he touched the "Taiping Jing" in his arms.

Today's conversation with Liu Pi reminded him of the past again.

Although he and Zhang Liang had only been masters and apprentices for a short period of ten months, they also understood Zhang Liang's character and understood the Huangtian world in Zhang Liang's heart.

"Han general Huangfusong besieged Guangzong again with his combined forces, winning seven battles in a row, and then attacked Guangzong at night, beheading the general Zhang Liang, capturing and killing more than [-] people from the Yellow Turban Army, and more than [-] people went to the river and died."

Fifty thousand people died in the river. In history, none of these Yellow Turban soldiers surrendered, but threw their bodies into the flowing river.

Xu An opened the door, and there were more than a dozen personal guards standing in the courtyard. They all looked around vigilantly, guarding against any possible enemies.

Even though there were hundreds of yellow angels and guards outside Xu An's house, the guards in the courtyard still did not relax at all.

"See the great virtuous teacher!"

When all the guards saw Xu An, they all lowered their heads and saluted Xu An almost at the same time.

They admire Xu An from the bottom of their hearts, and they are also extremely devout to the Taiping Dao. Each of them can sacrifice their lives for Xu An at any time.

Xu An raised his head, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes gradually became clear.

He must move forward, no matter how many thorns there are on the road ahead, but he must move forward.

He cannot fall, no matter how heavy the burden is.

He must not fall, absolutely not!
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(End of this chapter)