Final Redemption

(I went to re-dispense a little medicated wine in the morning, coded in winter, cold panic at eleven or twelve, warmed up and asked for a recommendation ticket in the hands of everyone.)

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The dust fell to the ground.

It may be that Zhao Futu's gesture of beheading the county captain was too tragic and overbearing, and the yellow turbans and the village soldiers who were killing them could not help but stop. Part of the yellow turban stared at Zhao Futu, who stood on the battlefield, with eyes full of fanaticism, worship, and deep awe. They involuntarily laid down their opponents and rushed towards the middle of the battlefield. They would be seriously injured. Zhao Futu was firmly guarded in it.

"Zhonghuang Taiyi!"

The yellow turban fighter flew to Zhao Futu's side first. He held up Zhao Futu, who was crumbling, and then took out a special yellow rune from his body. The **** caught the yellow rune and shook with the wind. After chanting a few words in a low voice, the yellow amulet spontaneously ignited. He pulled out the water bag and stuffed the yellow amulet into it, and then poured it into Zhao Futu's mouth directly.

At this time, only a little respect for Zhao Futu was revealed in the eyes of the Yellow Scarf Lux.

Uh ...............

"Contractor number 1013 drinks rune water-Heavenly Master Rune (Heal), restores 30 health, heals minor injuries, treats some diseases ..."

This rune water seemed to infuse Zhao Futu with a bit of strength. His eyes suddenly became a bit brighter, then he sat upright, and felt a steaming bun from nowhere, and then stuffed it in three mouthfuls He swallowed in his mouth, then sat cross-legged, and sat up on this **** battlefield. The yellow scarves around him didn't dare to disturb him at this moment, and could only protect him from a distance.

His meditation didn't wake up until noon. The wound on his body was scarred, and the emerging blood was condensed with a dark red piece. From the outside, it still looked very miserable, but Zhao Futu got up and moved. After a while, I knew that the injury had recovered. The rune water that the Yellow Turban Luxi poured into him, plus the steaming steamed bun, he recovered almost 100 points of health at once. As soon as the two effects of treating minor injuries were superimposed, his injury of piercing the lungs was restored. A lot.

Tear off a piece of cloth from his clothes, and Zhao Futu wrapped around his chest twice, and simply bandaged the wound.

At this time, he had the opportunity to sort out his trophies. The bodies of other officers and soldiers have been explored. Only the body of the county captain was dared to move. That was his trophy. According to the rules, the jade swords and so on of the county magistrate belonged to Zhao Futu personally. He waved his hand to signal that no one else was supporting him. He walked over by himself, first closing the eyes of the county captain, and then picked up the dark blue key on the ground that was invisible to others.

This is a master and deserves a little respect from him.

浮 Zhao Futu took off Yu Pei from the county captain and took up the ring-knife. Then he waved: "Take care of the other things, but leave him with a decent face and dig a pit for burial!"

All those born in the Lieutenant of Naina County were gray items, which were not of high value. At most, they had to change dozens of survival points. Zhao Futu did not want to completely wipe out the dead.

Hearing Zhao Futu's orders, the yellow captains glanced at each other, and one person took off the clothes, jade belt, brocade robe and official boots of the county captain, but left him a little shelter. And then dragged his body aside as instructed to be buried. At this time, they really convinced Zhao Futu, and did not hesitate to give his orders.

"Creak!"

There was a noise from the village, but the gate opened automatically.

I saw an elder with an old face walked out of the door, followed by a few shuddering husbands, one carrying a load on it, which was filled with buns, rice, pasta, roast chicken, and a processed pig. In addition, several people came out holding the two altar wines. It is now noon, and many yellow scarves have become very hungry after a few killings, but at this time they did not attack and did not know what the other party thought, and they looked at Zhao Futu in horror.

浮 Zhao Futu packed up the spoils, glanced at the village elder, and sighed in his heart, "It really is a seasoned person!"

But he saw that the elder ordered others to drop the food in the load, and then quickly walked towards Zhao Futu, worshipped across the distance, and sighed: "My grandchildren are all good people, and the wild He also relieved local poverty in the year, and hoped that the general would pity and let the old women and children in the village.

The old man saw Zhao Futu's might before. It is known that the village can't resist these strong men. He ordered others to prepare food and meat. If Zhao Futu had suffered such a serious injury and had not died, then he begged the other side to let these yellow scarves. Everyone let go of the old horse in the village. And if Zhao Futu is seriously injured and killed, then these yellow scarves may not have the war to win the village, naturally they can fight hard.

"The elders, please!" Zhao Futu sighed and raised his hand to lift the old man.

As a modern man, letting an old man in his sixties and seventies bow down to himself is also quite unaccustomed to him. But this troubled world is a kind of sorrow, and the elder had to do it for the sake of the lives of the villagers.

浮 Zhao Futu waved his hands to those yellow turbans to accept rice, meat and wine, and then said: "We only take some military food, we will not hurt one person in the village."

Hearing Zhao Futu's promise, the elder was grateful and wanted to worship again, but he helped Zhao Futu.

People in this era are very committed and different from the common words of modern people who do n’t believe in words. They like bragging but do n’t talk about promises. Therefore, when Zhao Futu said this, he would fulfill it. They also look down on him. Soon, a few folk husbands came out of the village carrying the burden, but inside were bags of rice.

"You have a share of wine and meat, let the others share it!" Zhao Futu pointed at a burden, and said to the yellow towel Wu Chang beside him.

The chiefs of the Yellow Turbans have an exclusive share of wine and meat, and the rest are distributed by other Yellow Turbans. The status of the two sides is different, and the treatment enjoyed is naturally different. This is an era of exquisite respect, and other yellow Turbans also Without objection, nearly a hundred people cheerfully waited around the wine. Ancient wine was a luxury product, mostly used for sacrifice and ancestor worship. Usually, lower-class people rarely taste it several times a year.

Now that he promised not to disturb the people, Zhao Futu immediately ordered the others to leave with rice grains. The middle class in the village saw the Huangjin people leave, and his heart was relieved, and he felt a sense of the rest of his life. If these yellow scarves really broke through the village, then it would not be just a matter of alcohol and meat. I am afraid that the old and weak women and children would not be spared, especially those women, who do not know what kind of insults they will suffer!

Uh ...............

The army withdrew five miles away, and Zhao Futu ordered the people to stop and rest. Among them, there were many wounded, and they needed simple bandaging.

The yellow turbans with empty stomachs have long been waiting to distribute food around the burden. One has two steamed buns, a small piece of meat, a bowl of rice, and a mouthful of wine. This is the best time they have eaten during this time. . Even in the former Yellow Turban Military Camp ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ they may not have food and wine to eat. These people may have countless desires, but they are extremely easy to satisfy. Pigs in this era are generally thinner, at most they are one or two hundred catties, so half of the pork remains, and it is used as a military food. The cooked roast chicken was delivered to Zhao Futu separately, and there was Bantan wine, a salted fish, and a small basket of eggs.

The yellow turbans over there have already eaten, but these yellow turban chiefs still have no intention of doing anything. Although they are also very hungry, the rare and rich meat in front of them seduce the maggots in their hearts, but these people are the biggest The difference is that they know more about discipline and inferiority than ordinary yellow turban people.

浮 Zhao Futu took a glance to understand that he picked up the wine jar and took a big sip, then handed it to the Yellow Turban Lux, and said, "I don't like wine, you have a share."

He took the first bite, and the chiefs of the Yellow Turban had no worries, and each one opened his belly and ate and drank.

These people can be regarded as elite in the army, and their food is also large. The food is big mouthful, but each person eats only one piece of wine, and the wine is also one person, one mouthful. They take turns to drink, and the roast chicken is still untouched and still stable. In front of Zhao Futu steadily, no one would eat an extra piece of meat, drink a bite of wine, and invisibly, they let Zhao Futu see the ancient style of life and death after being delivered in ancient times!

情感 This kind of emotion is that modern people can casually call on their brothers and sisters, which is far beyond comparison!

In this era, brothers are a life-long commitment, life and death, and if you call others brothers casually, all you get is just one sentence: what kind of thing do you want to be, and you want to be my brother!

This is the battlefield of ancient cold weapons.