The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 469

After seeing off Yan Zhong, Xu An went straight back to the house, and found a letter from Nanlou under the desk.

The letter was pressed at the bottom by other documents, and it was delivered more than ten days ago, that is, not long after Xu An entered Bingzhou, Nanlou sent the letter.

"This difficult building..."

Xu An didn't know whether to laugh or cry, Nanlou was really in a hurry, the last time he was only talking about marriage, he asked the messenger to send a bunch of dowry, and brought his daughter along with him.

But at that time, Xu An was preparing to deal with the Yellow Turbans of the Four States, so he had no time to clone himself.

And Yan Zhong also felt that although he was not the wife of the wife, he should not be too lazy, so as not to chill the hearts of Shanggu Wuhuan tribe.

Although Nanlou is eager, but if Xu An is too casual, I am afraid that some people in Shanggu Wuhuan may have other ideas in their hearts, so it is better to be a little more formal.

So Nanlou's daughter followed the envoy back to the Wuhuan tribe in Shanggu.

Xu An rubbed his temples, his current mood can be described as a bit complicated.

He is still a traitor now, he is the Yellow Turban Army, and the Han court is the master and ruler of the world now, and they stand on the opposite side of the Han court.

Although the current Yellow Turban Army is in full swing, the Han Dynasty is in decline, the court cannot ask for it, and the counties and counties cannot control it.

But Xu An knew very well that now was not the time to slack off, they couldn't stop their progress, they couldn't stop their progress.

The Yellow Turban Army must keep moving forward, must keep winning, must go all the way to the end, and wait until they have completely won the victory before they can rest for a while.

This is the path Xu An chose himself, and it is also the most difficult path right now.

Along the way, the road was full of thorns, so that no one would have a chance to slack off. Xu An seldom really had time to rest.

Government affairs, military affairs, and exercise are one thing after another that fill up almost all of his time.

It wasn't until the people of the four prefectures entered Bingzhou, the Han Dynasty retreated, all parties stopped fighting, and entered a rare period of calm that they felt a little more relaxed.

Fu Zhu of the second phase of the Taoist hall has also graduated from the Taoist hall. Fu Zhu, who has been trained by thousands of people, joined the Yellow Turban Army, which greatly eased the government affairs pressure of the Yellow Turban Army.

Yang Ji, Fu Qi, and Pang Bo became more and more proficient in handling internal affairs, agricultural affairs, and foreign affairs, which also allowed Xu An to slowly withdraw from it, and no longer had to do everything by himself.

Xu An didn't close the door again, but sat by the door.

Thinking about it carefully, his current subordinates seem to be indeed yang and yin.

It seems that there are not many generals under his command who are married.

Now that they are married, the only ones who have families seem to be Lu Bu, Li De, and a group of generals from the Han army.

Zhang Yan, Guo Tai, Yu Du, Xu Huang and others are not married yet.

Xu An held his forehead, it seems that not only he forgot, but almost everyone else forgot about it.

Thinking about it, Xu An remembered Guangzong's past.

The wives and children of Liu Pi and Gong Du seem to be trapped in Guangzong.

In the first battle of Guangzong, the Han army raided, and the Yellow Turban Army was caught off guard and suffered a defeat. Most of the families of the Yellow Turban Army were captured, including the families of Liu Pi and Gong Du.

After experiencing wars, diseases, and repeated turmoil, countless families were destroyed and people died, and it is common for wives and children to be separated.

The wives, children, and parents of many members of the Yellow Turban Army died in the turmoil. Liu Pi and Gong Du were unavoidable as Qu commanders, let alone ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers.

The current composition of Xu An's army is very complicated, mainly composed of bandits from Taihang Mountain, Jizhou Yellow Turbans led by Zhang Yan, Baibo Yellow Turbans led by Guo Tai, and a fleeing Yellow Turban army from Xiaquyang.

The rest are the Han army recruited by Bingzhou, as well as the newly admired soldiers from various counties.

The latter is okay, but most of the family members of the former have died in the turmoil.

After repeated turbulence, war, famine, and military chaos, most of the people who survived can only be young and strong.

Most of the elderly, women and children with relatively weak physical strength will not live long.

However, the people who migrated from the four states are an exception.

Many children and women survived, a higher percentage than ordinary refugee groups.

But all of this is based on the fact that a large number of young and strong are protecting the migration team, a large number of casualties, and the Yellow Turban Army has provided sufficient food.

The yellow angel guards in the courtyard never left their posts, no matter whether it was the severe summer heat or the severe cold.

Xu An sat at the door, and they just saluted, and then they still kept paying attention to the surrounding situation, no one kept their eyes on Xu An.

Ever since Xu An was assassinated in Jinyang City, the Yellow Angels took over the job of guarding again, and they have not been idle for almost a moment. Take it easy.

The cold wind blows, blows from the sky above the high walls of the government office, and whizzes past the houses.

The sharp north wind pierced through the gap in Xu An's collar, and the bone-piercing cold made Xu An shiver uncontrollably.

I don't know when it started snowing again.

Xu An stretched out his palm, and snowflakes fell from the sky one after another. Several snowflakes landed in Xu An's palm, and immediately turned into water droplets.

"Time flies so fast..."

In the blink of an eye, it has been from summer to winter, and in the blink of an eye, five years have passed...

It seems that everything is yesterday, like a gorgeous bubble.

Xu An stood up, and the branches of the trees in the courtyard were already bare, with no remaining leaves, and no longer luxuriant in summer.

In five years, when he started his family, there were only more than [-] yellow angels, and the children of the three Lutai Mountain families followed behind him.

Fighting all the way, there is hardly any time to rest.

Xu An's heart trembled slightly, even he felt tired, felt exhausted, then those soldiers, generals, who had been fighting on the front line for a long time, might already be extremely exhausted.

After all, people are not robots. They have human emotions. They feel hungry, tired, and sleepy.

Xu An frowned, thinking quickly.

It stands to reason that after many battles, the improvement of experience, and the improvement of armaments, the combat effectiveness of soldiers will inevitably be greatly enhanced.

However, the elites under his command who have experienced many battles performed fairly well.

Xu An suddenly remembered a previous record in the army. Small things like brawls and frictions in the army seemed to have increased, and they were repeatedly banned, and some would inevitably happen after a while.

Xu An didn't take this situation to heart at the time, but now that he thought about it carefully, something was wrong.

Before the Yellow Turban Army, incidents such as brawls rarely occurred.

Because of Fu Zhu's preaching, coupled with military merit and military discipline, and the influence of Xu An, the Yellow Turban Army has always been brave in public battles and timid in private battles.

This, now that I think about it, is very unusual.

Only now did Xu An realize that the current Yellow Turban Army is like a crossbow string that has been taut for a long time and has not let up.

The soldiers in the military station are alright, they are now retiring to the second line, and have not experienced war for a long time, but the soldiers directly under them, and the soldiers in various defense areas have never had any rest.

"No."

Xu An stood up, and now the consequences of the long-term tension are beginning to emerge.

"We need to draw up a system of rotation."

To relax but not to relax, civil and military can't be able to; relax but not to relax, civil and military can't do anything.One piece and one relaxation, the way of civil and martial arts.

The civil and military here does not mean civil officials and generals, but refers to Zhou Wenwang and Zhou Wuwang.

To tighten the bowstring without relaxing it, even King Wen and King Wu could not do it; to relax the bowstring without tightening it was something that King Wen and King Wu would not do; sometimes tense and sometimes relax, this is what King Wen and King Wu do. way of governing the country.

The more you look inside, the more problems you can find.

The current Yellow Turban Army seems to be relatively complete in all aspects, but in fact many problems are hidden inside, and these problems are often not noticed at all.

Because most of the time, even the eagle wolf guards and generals who are supervising don't notice it, and they don't think these are problems.

Just like this time, if Nanlou hadn't come over, he really didn't notice that the Yellow Turban Army had stretched a string for too long.

The fights and frictions that happened in the army may have been forgotten by Xu An, and they were just regarded as a trivial matter.

Fortunately, Xu An finally found out, otherwise, in the end, I am afraid that there will be camp screams among the Yellow Turban Army.

If there is a camp tsunami, it is still at a critical time, then the consequences will be extremely serious, and even fall short of success and fall into the abyss.

This is not alarmist talk, because although the Yellow Turban Army has won many times, they must be cautious when they are small and large, just like dancing on a sword.

Han Ting can lose countless times, but he only needs to win once, and the Yellow Turban Army so far can't afford to lose even once.

Long-term tension has a great impact on morale. The combat effectiveness of the Yellow Turban Army is obviously much lower than the theoretical one. This may be the reason.

Xu An also remembered a book he had read before. During the Napoleon period, France was in full swing. The morale of the army under his command was extremely high, and the will to fight was also very tenacious.

However, under the long-term combat and tension, some French troops inexplicably collapsed on the way of marching, and fled.

Now the situation around the Yellow Turban Army is fairly stable and has not deteriorated, and the Han army has no other actions. Except for Zhang Yan's department, there are no large-scale military operations in other places.

However, rest cannot solve all problems.

Xu An walked slowly at the door.

The Yellow Turban Army has no salary, only military merit can grant land and money, but not everyone can get military merit.

People with families can naturally go home, but many people are alone, with no care and care, and their family members have long since died in the turmoil.

They have nowhere else to live but the barracks.

The Yellow Turban Army didn't have enough finances to pay them salaries. Even if they went to the nearest city to rest, they might not even be able to buy some things. Food and accommodation were problems.

After thinking about it for a while, Xu An realized that he had fallen into a dead end.

In Mintun and Juntun, for the sake of publicity, he himself had people write a lot of novels and stories, and then recruited some people as storytellers. Storytelling, lectures.

It is also a recreational activity.

Among the armies of later generations, there were also specialized art soldiers.

Today's recreational activities are not as diverse as those of later generations, but there are quite a few.

Opera, singing and dancing, storytelling, and sports can all be held in the army.

"Xu Da, call Zhao Le over."

Xu An said something to Xu Da, the captain of the guard standing at the door, and walked into the room without thinking.

After all, storytelling is only storytelling, even if it is like a lotus flower in the mouth, it is fascinating and fascinating, but it is still just language.

Sometimes language can't fully express emotions.

If novels and stories are put on stage and displayed in the form of opera, it will undoubtedly be more preaching.

Xu An spread out the yellow paper on the desk, picked up the pen holder, but the pen tip stopped in mid-air before touching the yellow paper.

He originally wanted to write about some operas he had heard and some programs he had watched.

But he has now changed his mind.

"Long Shi Zhao Le, see Duke Ming."

Zhao Le was in the side hall, and soon arrived at the courtyard, bowed to Xu An at the door, and walked into the house.

Xu An raised his head to look at Zhao Le. The seed of the house had a good view because of the sunlight. Xu An found that Zhao Le had gained a lot of weight, and his face seemed to be getting rounder.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Eagle Wolf Guard never reported Zhao Le's pocketing, Xu An would really have doubts about how this ordinary meal could make Zhao Le so fat.

"Proposed order."

Xu An didn't say much, and pointed at the desk next to him.

Zhao Le walked quickly to the desk, and Ti Qi from Eagle Wolf Guard had already prepared paper and pen for him.

"Set up a missionary office as a gift, in charge of military entertainment, missionary education, and a unique system..."

……

Zhao Le walked out of the house with the stamped order, and walked to the Secretary of the Interior not far away.

Xu An put his hands in his sleeves and stood at the door, looking at Zhao Le's back in the wind and snow.

The operas he has heard and the stage plays he has seen are not suitable for the present.

In this era, powerful families are rampant, and exploitation, bullying, and oppression are just commonplace for ordinary people.

The stories that happened to them are far more terrifying and cruel than fictional tragedies.

Adapting these things into dramas and putting them on stage will undoubtedly make people feel empathetic and resonate.

The enlightenment education in the military has been promoted, and literacy classes have been opened continuously.

The Taipingdao thought revised by Xu An continued to spread in the army, but many people were still very confused and didn't know why they were fighting.

Because of repeated victories, many people have given birth to laziness, arrogance, living in a corner, and the desire for peace.

Xu An must let his soldiers know who they are fighting for and what they are fighting for.

An army with faith will not be easily defeated.

(End of this chapter)