A good man should eat meat!

  Yuan Shao was busy or not, no one knew. But Wang Guo was indeed very busy at this moment.

  On a small piece of open land, everywhere was exhausted and defeated Yellow Turban soldiers. These generals had thrown away their weapons and armor, leaving only their bare bodies to run out, lying horizontally and vertically on the ground.

  Some were wounded and groaning in pain. Some were so exhausted that they fell asleep as soon as they lay down. Others still had energy, but weren't being honest, cursing this and that. The whole temporary camp was a mess!

  However, what Wang Guo hated the most were those guys who held some positions in the Yellow Turban Army. These slippery rascals, once they caught their breath, immediately began to gather their own followers, forming circles and discussing their next move.

  Thanks to the strength of the manpower, most of them were taken away by Zhang Kuang to carry out ambush tasks. Wang Guo had mostly old and weak people in his hands, facing those strong and powerful Yellow Turban warriors, he was clearly at a disadvantage.

  As a result, the Yellow Turban leader who lacked prestige brought his own men and almost caused trouble. Fortunately, these fleeing troops did not have any high-ranking officers, so they could not gather many people together. Otherwise, Wang would definitely be unable to suppress the chaotic movements of these defeated soldiers.

  When Zhang Kuang led the troops and captives back, what he saw was a tall and fierce-looking Yellow Turban leader who had gathered twenty or thirty defeated Yellow Turban soldiers. They were loudly demanding that Wang Guo provide them with good food, such as fish and meat.

  Wang Guo naturally wouldn't bother with these guys' shouting. The pot of wild deer meat that he had ordered to be cooked was originally meant to welcome Zhang Kuang's victorious return and reward the brave warriors who went into battle. As for this sudden appearance, Wang Guo coldly responded with a few words, not paying much attention to him.

  As a result, the leader of the Yellow Turbans, relying on his numerous followers, made a big fuss there. Looking at his attitude, if it weren't for being defeated too badly and lacking weapons in hand, he might have started a fight on the spot.

  "Shut up! What's all the commotion about? Don't disturb old man's sleep!"

  The leader of the Yellow Turbans was so arrogant that even some of the defeated Yellow Turban soldiers couldn't stand it. Another leader of the Yellow Turbans, who probably didn't get along with him normally, loudly rebuked him.

  "Guo Daimu, you dog, what are you meddling in? I've been fighting for my life with the government troops all night, why can't I even get a bite of meat?"

  As he spoke, Xiao Dazui didn't forget to glance over at the spot where the meat was being cooked.

  "Get out of here! You damn bastard, you've even thrown away your sword, and yet you still dare to say that you fought the government troops to the death!"

  That Guo pointed at his chest, where a freshly bandaged wound was visible.

  "Look at him, look at him! This is someone who just fought with government soldiers!"

  "What's wrong? You old fellow, you've gotten yourself hurt playing with knives?"

  That big mouthed Nuo originally was in the countryside, apparently had been a "vagabond", also known as a local hooligan, his nonsense talk really wasn't bad. As he spoke, he walked towards Guo Da Mu.

  "Let brother take a look, are you really hurt or just pretending?"

  Upon hearing this, the 7 or 8 Yellow Turban soldiers around Guo Da Shi suddenly changed color. One of them, a small man less than six feet tall, suddenly jumped up from the ground, with a sharp and shrill voice, loudly rebuking:

  "How dare you talk nonsense, I'll beat you up!"

  Xiao Dazui, although arrogant, is a guy who has both eyes and hands. Seeing this ten-year-old little kid, holding a dagger, rushing towards himself, he doesn't care. Aiming at the opponent's path, he suddenly kicks out with one foot, aiming at the little kid's belly.

  Although he didn't use his full strength, Xiao Dazui estimated that this kick would be enough to teach this reckless little kid what it means to fly in the air.

  Then, this tyrannical kick with a hint of elegance only brought an empty feeling.

  Kicked empty?!

  Xiao Dazui's eyes widened in a daze, and suddenly his stomach transmitted a familiar pain. His body habitually bent down at the waist, and he felt a chill on the back of his neck. That sharp, childish voice rang out beside his ear, as if it was about to pierce his eardrum!

  "If you don't apologize, you're dead for sure!"

  This sudden change happened in an instant, making onlookers feel like they couldn't keep up. Wang Guo, who was standing beside him, however, saw the little kid's movements as clear as day.

  Flying body, dodging, kneeing, and holding, the whole process is like a flowing cloud, one breath. Although no martial arts foundation can be seen, it has brought out the flexibility of the child's body to the extreme.

  At this moment, Wang Guodong had the idea of accepting apprentices.

  However, that Xiao Dazui was quite bold. During the Qin and Han dynasties, the people's customs were extremely fierce. People like Xiao Dazui who could roam around in the countryside, not engaging in production, and still manage to get by, if they didn't have some fearless and daredevil spirit, would have been driven away by the villagers long ago.

  Now, being held by a little kid with a knife at his throat, Xiao Dàmǒu's heart was filled with fear, but he still stiffened his neck and refused to bow his head.

  "You can just kill me..."

  Of course, in a situation where life and death are in someone's hands, Xiao Dazui spoke with a softer tone.

  "What are you doing here!"

  Just as the temporary camp was in an uproar, a loud voice scared off all those who were standing outside watching.

  A giant of a man, over nine feet tall, holding a huge broadsword that weighed around 40 to 50 kilograms, covered in blood from head to toe, strode in from outside with large steps.

  At the sight of this fierce appearance, some Yellow Turbans who were being pursued by the Han army and were already on edge, turned around and fled in fright. In their haste, they collided with each other, fell to the ground, and rolled about, refusing to stop.

  Wang Guo saw this and hastily led his men in a loud shout:

  "It's our own people! The general has returned victorious!"

  Among the defeated Yellow Turban soldiers, under the gaze of the crowd, a team with a distinctive yellow scarf on their heads and a strong killing intent on their bodies squeezed out from the darkness of the main road.

  Their numbers were not many, nor had they raised any banners. However, the bloodstains on their bodies, the human heads at their waists, and the war horses they led by hand had already thoroughly betrayed them.

  Looking at the rear of the troops again, the defeated Yellow Turban soldiers were shocked and couldn't help but make a loud noise.

  Those who were escorted in the team, with their heads hung low and wearing red military uniforms, weren't they the Han army cavalry who chased them to a dead end and almost ran their legs off?

  "That's too awesome!"

  "What an imposing sight..."

  "It's simply..."

  The loud voices rose only to fall immediately. The defeated Yellow Turbans looked at the victorious heroes with reverence, fearing that their loud voices would provoke the other side's displeasure.

  Zhang Kuang rode on his black war horse, spirited and majestic. This explosive entrance indeed shocked these disheveled defeated soldiers. With a good start, the subsequent recruitment should be much smoother, right?

  At this time, Zhou Cang had already brought Xiao Dazui, Xiaomao Hai and Guo Damu to Zhang Kuang's horse. Zhang Kuang got off his horse and listened to Wang Guo's account of the events. His face was expressionless, but his brain was racing at full speed, thinking about the best way to solve the problem.

  "Come with me!"

  A group of people followed Zhang Kuang to the front of the pot that had caused the trouble, where the meat was. The fragrance of the meat wafted straight into everyone's nostrils, causing these hungry Yellow Turbans, including Zhang Kuang himself, to salivate uncontrollably.

  "Gurgle gurgle..."

  This is the cry of the belly.

  Want some meat? No problem.

  Zhang Kuang drew out his dagger and accurately picked out a piece of deer meat the size of a palm from the steaming hot pot.

  "Great abundance, what will be gained from tonight's battle?"

  Zhou Cang stepped forward and gave a military salute, saying loudly:

  "Beheaded seven levels, captured five people!"

  The Yellow Turbans who had been defeated all around made a loud noise:

  This is really awesome!

  Zhang Kuang's hand moved slightly, and the large piece of meat on the dagger had already been handed in front of Zhou Cang.

  "Good fellow! Time to eat meat!"

  "Thank you, sir!"

  Zhou Cang was overjoyed. The reward of meat was a small matter, the key was that in front of so many people, that glory, was something Zhou Cang had never experienced before.

  "Zi Lian! How was your harvest tonight?"

  Dian Wei heard Zhang Fei's shout and strode forward, pushing aside the crowd in front of him, and arrived at the meat pot, saying loudly:

  "Beheaded nine levels, captured... four people."

  Dianwei's nature was straightforward and unwilling to count Lu Bu as his own captive, so he hesitated for a moment.

  "Good fellow! Time to eat meat!"

  "Thank you, sir!"

  Dian Wei didn't stand on ceremony, using two fingers to pick up the venison that Zhang Fei had sent over and taking a big bite, swallowing half of it.

  Such venison would cost at least 10 or 8 more blocks to fill a certain family's belly!

  "Chen Da!......"

  "Fuusuke!"

  One after another, several soldiers who had obtained more rewards were given venison by Zhang Kuang on the spot, which made the atmosphere on the scene extremely high. Zhang Kuang picked up a piece of venison again and pointed to himself with his hand:

  "Today, I only killed two people. However, one of them was a Han army camp supervisor, Yang Kong from the Yang family of Hongnong."

  Pausing for a moment, Zhang Kuang asked the surrounding Yellow Turban warriors:

  "May we eat meat with such results?"

  "Okay!"

  The Yellow Turbans around them were excited and responded loudly.

  Zhang Kuang smiled slightly and cut the venison on his dagger into two pieces, saying:

  "Brother Guo Daming!"

  "Huh? Is..."

  "You are still brave enough to fight against the Han army in the midst of chaos, you're a good fellow, deserving of meat! However, unfortunately, there's no spoils of war, and only half a piece of meat to eat!"

  "Thanks!"

  Guo Daomu was extremely grateful. He had always been known for his bravery in the Yellow Turban Army, and he had accepted rewards several times before. However, receiving a reward in such a miserable situation made Guo Daomu feel like he was being given "timber in the snow".

  At this time, Xiao Dazui's face turned red and white, and it was unbearable to look at. If someone had dared to humiliate him like this in the past, Xiao Dazui would have rushed up with a knife to chop them down. But now...

  He didn't dare.

  Sneaking a peek, he found Zhang Kuang's gaze cast upon him, and Xiao Dàmǒ's heart skipped a beat.

  Now it's my turn, right?

  "Xiao Dazui brothers!"

  It's here!

  "General Gu..."

  Zhang Kuang glanced at him, this pale-faced guy. As for this troublemaker who jumped out to cause trouble, he was naturally displeased in his heart. However, if he were to severely punish this fellow, it might also make those not-too-familiar Yellow Turban soldiers feel resentful.

  "What have you achieved?"

  “……”

  Xiao Dazui was speechless. In front of the dozens of bloody human heads piled up not far away, all the petty thoughts in his heart could not be put on the table.

  "With this bear-like appearance, you still want to eat meat?"

  "It's just..."

  The surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers couldn't help but discuss it among themselves. Xiao Daxin, filled with shame, turned around and wanted to escape. Unexpectedly, a stern voice stopped him:

  "Shut up, Xiao Dazui!"

  Xiao Dazui's body stiffened for a moment, and he slowly turned around. He saw Zhang Kuang come to his front, handing over half a piece of fragrant venison, and smiled:

  "Wanting to eat well and drink spicy food is a common human desire. Our Taiping Way aims to establish a country where everyone can live without worrying about their basic needs, this is the starting point."

  "This half piece of meat is considered a loan from me to you. If in the future, you behead government soldiers, bring the heads and take another piece of meat as repayment to me!"

  As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding Yellow Turbans who were watching the scene began to discuss it heatedly.

  "This Commander is truly benevolent and righteous!"

  "That's it. You don't know, our family's Qiu Shuai is actually the 'Southern China Old Immortal' recognized Heaven's Chosen One! We rushed over this time just to prevent the Han army from setting off this big fire! Unfortunately..."

  Xiao Dazui's whole body trembled as he took over half a piece of venison. Suddenly, he knelt down on the ground, his voice choked with sobs, and said:

  "General! I...I..."

  He couldn't go on speaking.

  "Brother! Why must it be so..."

  Zhang Kuang was shocked by his own methods and couldn't believe they were so effective, hastily grabbing Xiao Dazui's mouth.

  "Die following his banner!"

  Xiao Dazui choked back his sobs for a while, before slowly uttering these few words. This moved Zhang Kuang to deep emotion.

  Even among the riffraff of society, there are those who truly value loyalty and honor.

  The grandeur of the Han people is indeed bold and fierce!

  PS: There is a hidden general in this chapter, I wonder if anyone can guess who it is?