Mythical Version of the Three Kingdoms

"Attack!" Zhu Tao asked in confusion, "The Saint Death Knights on the opposite side, according to your statement, only have about a thousand people, what's there to be afraid of?"

As he spoke, Zhu Tao's eyes suddenly became sharp. He was not a fool. If he said that someone who could be the commander of the Central Guards had no brains, it would be looking down on others.

Therefore, Zhu Tao realized what the real situation was when he was only halfway through.

"Second brother, come here!" Zhu Tao, who had vaguely guessed something, glanced at everyone, and then called out to his second son.

Zhu Gai walked over helplessly. He knew that his own father would definitely not spare him if he came here, but was this his business? This was not.

"What's the situation?" Zhu Tao's sharp eyes like an eagle swept over his son, and there was a hint of indissoluble gloom in his voice.

That kind of materialized gaze made Zhu Gai, who had already been smelted in the fifth level and was theoretically at the same level as his father, shudder.

Although both were fifth-level smelting, Zhu Gai knew very well that his father was fifth-level because his father focused on skill simulation talent, and he was fifth-level because he could only reach fifth-level now.

"With only more than a thousand Saint Death Knights, why don't you organize people to attack the other side? With the current scale of soldiers on the parade ground, with some elite soldiers to cooperate, at most three times, even if the miracle of more than a thousand people without backup is not finished, the hematopoietic and organizational abilities will be finished." Zhu Tao looked at his son indifferently.

"Because it's not worth it." Zhu Gai wanted to defend himself, but considering some of his father's cognition, he gritted his teeth and spoke bluntly.

After hearing this, Zhu Tao raised his hand and slapped his son, who was a head taller than him, and flew away. Zhu Gai even rolled on the ground twice before stopping. It was thanks to Zhu Tao that he still remembered that this was his son, his biological son, otherwise this slap on the face would be enough to scatter Zhu Gai's brain.

"Who else thinks it's not worth it?" Zhu Tao said with murderous eyes, looking at the officers and soldiers present. The old guys behind him had also experienced hundreds of battles, and most of them realized what had happened at this time. The originally lively scene suddenly became cold, and their eyes were full of murderous intent.

Although Lao Cao had many problems, such as massacres and dealing with aristocratic families, in the eyes of Zhu Tao, who was over 70 years old and had really experienced major events, these were not a big deal.

After all, for these people, who didn't follow Huangfu Song to build a Jingguan with hundreds of thousands of people? Even earlier, some guys like Peng Hong, even when they followed Duan Xing, killed the Western Qiang so hard that the ground was soaked in blood and turned dark red.

Massacres, for these people, are a big deal?

When I followed Duan Xing and Huangfu Song, I didn't cause tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of casualties in Liangzhou, Jingzhou, Yuzhou, Yanzhou, and Jizhou. Didn't Cao Cao just kill a few people? Have there been more deaths than I have seen? I am completely used to it.

It sounds crazy, but in fact, for Zhu Tao and his group of veterans, it is really like this. Their era was like that. Death was very common, and large-scale deaths were also very common. Although massacres were not morally recognized, the way to quickly solve the problem was to kill everyone, so that massacres were commonplace in that era.

Therefore, these old people can completely accept Lao Cao's behavior. At least as members under Cao Cao's rule, they can completely accept Lao Cao's behavior with the food and rewards given by Lao Cao. Zhu Tao and others who have experienced too much killing believe very simply that the Han Dynasty was like this, just killing and killing. The princes of the Han family, whoever gives them food, they will work for!

It sounds silly, but for this generation, this is the fastest and most effective solution. Just like what Huangfu Song said, he knew that the Yellow Turban Rebellion was a counterattack against the country and the government because the people could not bear the exploitation, had no food to eat, and had to exchange their children for food. But so what? If you can't even get past me, Huangfu Song, how can you realize your fantasy!

Knowing that you are just doesn't mean that I am evil.

The most contrary to justice is not evil, but another kind of justice.

Overthrowing tyranny is justice for all people, but suppressing riots is also justice for the country, so if you think your justice is justice, then defeat my justice and let me become evil!

So Huangfu Song never preached to the Yellow Turbans, just do it, if you beat me, you are qualified to practice your justice, if you can't even beat me, you practice a fart of justice!

Similarly, the soldiers of that period did not think about the so-called social morality, nor did they think about what their actions would cause. They were just soldiers to eat. You pay money and food, I work hard and live, it was such a simple relationship.

There is no pie in the sky, don't expect to talk about the future, let alone justice, faith, why to fight, it is just a pure soldier to eat, the money is in place, the food is sufficient, everything is broken.

As for whether to massacre or not, it all depends on the chief officer. The chief officer Duan Ji said that there should be no one alive in the Western Qiang area, so all the people in this area must die, the kind of wheels flattened, the chief officer Huangfu Song said that all the Yellow Turbans must die, 50,000 Yellow Turbans were kicked directly into the river to feed the fish, and the other 100,000 were piled up on the spot to form a Jingguan.

Morality? I have no morality, what morality do I need!

Under this kind of logical thinking, these old soldiers of the last era did not have any special feelings about Lao Cao's behavior. In fact, compared with the previous era when the country was short of money and food and supplies were not fully distributed, they even felt that Lao Cao was a good person, at least the money, food and salary were all provided.

All the things invented before I was born were taken for granted, all the things invented between the ages of 15 and 35 were destined to change the world, and all the inventions after I was 35 were anti-human.

This is true for technology, and so are moral concepts. Although the moral concepts accepted by the old people headed by Zhu Tao and Peng Hong have a good side, and there is a universal morality of repaying a drop of water with a spring, in terms of war, they still implement the old set.

Similarly, this is also the reason why the older generation rarely seeks revenge on Cao Cao. To put it bluntly, their concepts and cognitions are all stuck in the past, in the era of winners and losers.

The loser is still here to take revenge. I didn't kill your whole family last time, but this time I found out, so I just counted your whole family and sent you down together!

This is the cognition and concept of the last era.

Therefore, Zhu Tao was very dissatisfied with the behavior of his son Zhu Gai. In his opinion, serving someone's soldiers, eating someone's food, and working for someone's family, this is his simple morality.

The Holy Death Riders are very strong, but what is there to fear with just a few thousand Holy Death Riders?

If you can't defeat them once, there will be a second time, and if that doesn't work, there will be a third time. Are all the Holy Death Riders immortal?

"Do you all think so?" Zhu Tao asked coldly, looking at the high-melting elite in front of him. Most of the guys present were his nephews, or his subordinates who had led him in the past.

There was no way. After experiencing the changes in the sky and the curse of the world consciousness, those who could reach the fifth level of smelting were basically over 45 years old, and most of them were 50 years old, just in time for Zhu Tao to be the commander of the Central Guard more than 20 years ago.

Most of Cao Cao's high-level veterans came from Yongzhou, and naturally most of them had worked under Zhu Tao. Therefore, when Zhu Tao looked at these young people serving in the army with a gloomy face, even elite backbones like Xu Yuan were a little scared.

As for the small number of veterans who didn't know Zhu Tao, they also felt numb when they saw Zhu Tao slapping the fully equipped Zhu Gai away with a slap. After all, Zhu Gai was also a ruthless man with five-level smelting, and none of the veterans present could beat Zhu Gai like this.

"Well, Uncle Zhu, can I say something?" Xu Yuan said with a stiff face. Why don't you like these old guys? Isn't it because most of the old guys are too stubborn? Now it's even worse. The stubborn old thing is stronger than him. It's really fucked!

Most of the old people can't be persuaded by words, and can only rely on force. The good thing about the old guys is that most of them agree with power and violence.

For them, as long as the power is stronger than theirs, they can agree with it. This is a universal trace left by the last era.

However, the problem now is that the power of these old guys is a bit over the standard. At least Xu Yuan, the leader among these old guys, is not sure that he can take down Zhu Tao.

"You say." Zhu Tao looked at Xu Yuan's half-guarded expression and said gloomily. In Zhu Tao's opinion, he can listen to the suggestions of his subordinates, so if Xu Yuan wants to defend himself, he is still ready to listen, so he stared at Xu Yuan coldly.

"Let me first talk about my pursuit of the general to the Ganges two years ago, and everything I saw in the Central Plains before, plus the situation in Kandahar. How about we stand neutral and just judge the truth?" Xu Yuan took a deep breath, and the power of muscle defense and muscle liberation was completely released. From 1.8 meters, he quickly rose to 2 meters. This is ready to fight if the negotiation fails.

There is no way to reason with the old guys. What Xu Yuan thinks the brothers are doing right may not be right in the eyes of these old guys.

At that time, we may have to fight. As for the neutrality and judgment in advance, that is just a polite remark. If Xu Yuan finds that he is not right, he will also use physics. My martial arts are not for debate, but for beating people!

So be prepared for fighting before reasoning. I, Xu Yuan, am not a vegetarian!

"General? Oh, Lord Xuande, you are a believer!" Zhu Tao nodded and said. Even he recognized Liu Bei. After all, Kandahar could not isolate Liu Bei's benevolence. He still knew who was the one who guaranteed the payment of pensions and money and food.

No matter how much Zhu Tao and his group of old guys follow the logic that the county magistrate is not as good as the current manager, they will not deny the benevolence of the people above. The ability and morality of the people above are the key to allowing the current idiots to feed them more, so it is still useful to mention Liu Bei.

Xu Yuan adjusted himself to the best state, and then began to talk about what happened in a neutral position, and emphasized that after the over-issuance, the Cao family and the Xiahou family redeemed the shares twice, ruined their reputation, and finally Cao Cao killed many people but did not kill the chief culprit of his own family.

"Uncle Zhu, if your relatives were gone like this, what would you think?" After Xu Yuan finished talking about everything, he looked at Zhu Tao and asked.

It's useless to mention Xuzhou. That's the business of the people of Xuzhou, not their business. To be frank, Zhu Tao's generation will never have the concept of empathy in this matter.

On the contrary, Liang Liang and this kind of thing still have some meaning. After all, even though Zhu Tao has not met Liang He a few times, he at least knows about it. There is such a person who understands the cause and effect. At least he has something to hurt his kind. conscious.

Empathy, at the very least, requires people to have empathy.

When a servant says something about a well-dressed young lady being pitiful, it's just a mental illness.

The objects of empathy for normal people are generally only people who are approximately the same as themselves. After all, the pain and sadness that some people claim to be are nothing more than moaning in the eyes of most people, or even a life of getting what they want. How can we empathize?

"Is this the reason?" Zhu Tao's eyes were as calm as water, without the slightest disturbance. He just looked at Xu Yuan quietly, "Is this what you call the reason?"

"Yes!" Xu Yuan stood up straight and shouted at Zhu Tao.

However, before he finished speaking, Zhu Tao had already punched Xu Yuan in the chest. Compared to Xu Yuan, who was two meters tall, Zhu Tao, who was just over 1.7 meters tall, was not tall, but the sound of wind and thunder when he raised his hand was very impressive. People are afraid.

"Buzz!" A punch hit Xu Yuan's breastplate hard. The dull popping sound and the air wave formed directly behind Xu Yuan were enough to illustrate the power of the punch. However, Xu Yuan, who had received the blow, remained silent. looked at Zhu Tao.

"Uncle Zhu, I am no longer the twenty-year-old boy." Xu Yuan looked at Zhu Tao and said seriously, "If you still want to use force to make me admit my mistakes like you did back then, then you are thinking too much."

As he spoke, Xu Yuan's right arm hit Zhu Tao directly with a booming sound. There was no special effect, only extreme strength. The violent force brought by the release of the fifth level of muscle strength directly hit Zhu Tao's side. , However, Zhu Tao didn't even parry, and took a hard blow. With a step around, the tamped ground was directly shaken into powder like fine sand, and then the two of them watched quietly.

"You are indeed qualified to stand upright and talk to me." Zhu Tao nodded to Xu Yuan.

"You can hit ten, I can hit at least eight." Xu Yuan took off the armor on his upper body, and then his muscles trembled and quickly expanded to more than twice the size. "I don't think we are wrong."

"Isn't it considered wrong in the army to avoid fighting because of internal disputes without resolving the opponent?" Zhu Tao looked at Xu Yuan and asked.

"Do you all think that when there is internal trouble, we should choose to avoid fighting externally?" Zhu Tao asked, looking at the relatively young elite around him.

"That's not what they said." Xu Yuan shook his head and said, "What we need is a serious and solemn explanation and apology, a reason for us to continue to believe."

"So?" Zhu Tao looked at Xu Yuan with a bit of disappointment.

"Who taught you that before going outside, you must first settle down inside?" Peng Hong also came over and looked at Xu Yuan and asked.

"No one teaches." Xu Yuan looked at Peng Hong and said.

"Brothers are jealous of each other and resist their insults, don't you understand?" Zhu Tao looked at Xu Yuan and his son, only annoyed. He didn't know why these guys became like this.

"Zhu Beggar, recite to me what I taught you before." Zhu Tao looked at his son and said coldly. Zhu Beggar was confused and didn't know what to recite. Their family was from a good family and was a serious person. Although he had learned a lot, Zhu Beggar really didn't know what Zhu Tao wanted him to carry at this moment.

"Today we have placed a man in a dangerous place, and if we abandon him in a hurry, he will indulge in the violence of the barbarians on the outside, and he will injure and kill his ministers on the inside. If we do not rescue him at this time, the Huns will invade the fortress again and become bandits. How will your majesty send generals?" Peng Hong sighed and said, "The country will never abandon us on the front line!"

The Eastern Han Dynasty had a lot of problems, such as a young and weak emperor, harem interference in politics, exclusive power by relatives, eunuchs, aristocratic families forming cliques, local powerful and arbitrary local folk songs, etc. However, the Eastern Han Dynasty was able to live on and live well, so naturally people would want to A place to die.

And Peng Hong's words are the most important reason, and they are the basis for supporting the Eastern Han Dynasty's military force - brothers, don't worry, just go with the opposite side, don't care how far away the friendly forces are from you, don't care about our current situation, even if it's thousands of miles away Far away, the emperor dies. As long as the friendly forces can receive the news, and as long as we can survive until that time, they will definitely come to help.

"Trash!" Zhu Tao kicked his son away, and unlike the last slap, Zhu Tao really did it with hatred this time. The kind of career he had been working on for decades was ruined by his son. Out of anger, he kicked Zhu Beggar until he vomited blood and flew out.

"I might as well have had a placenta back then! Even if I couldn't tell right from wrong, I wouldn't do such a thing." Zhu Tao roared with great anger.

"Damn it, do you understand that this is destroying the centuries-old foundation of the Han family! If you don't like Cao Cao, just stab him to death in passing. Avoid the war? Avoid the war because of internal disputes? How many brothers have died in vain? "Are you pigs?" Zhu Tao pointed directly at Xu Yuan and scolded, "Is this your reason for killing your brothers because of some minor dispute? If you are really dissatisfied, kill the opponent first and then deal with it internally." Isn’t it okay to have a dispute?”

"Of course, you have the ability to quarrel internally and fight external wars to deal with each other. If you don't have this ability, you will fight internally!" Zhu Tao slapped Xu Yuan staggering, "Is this how the Han family is? ? Is this what the Han family is like? Xu Yuan, tell me, is this what the Han family is like? "

Xu Yuan said nothing, and could not utter a single word of what he had originally prepared. Although Zhu Tao was stubborn in some aspects and immoral in some things, his words this time were no less important to Xu Yuan and others. The bells in the morning and the drums in the evening woke them up directly.

Different things, standing at different heights, will have different right and wrong. Of course, for some things, the difference in concepts and cognition has a greater impact. Please give me the monthly ticket for next month.