Not too long later.
The Red Cliff camp began to operate.
The Yellow Turban flag was taken down and buried beside Wang Meng's tomb.
From today onwards, they were the Red Cliff Army that forced Tian Yue to retreat, not the remnants of the Yellow Turbans.
The Red Cliff Army inherited the will of peace, but they would not face the world with the face of the Yellow Turban Army. This was the consensus that everyone had formed today.
It was almost sunset.
Mount Tianyue was golden.
Creak.
A cell that didn't take up much space.
Liao Hua and Huang Qi pushed open the door.
The golden sunlight sprinkled in like cicada wings. The imprisoned Qiao clansmen huddled in a corner, each making a defensive posture.
"Thief."
"Are you going to kill us?"
Qiao Rui's hair was disheveled, and she was in rags.
However, he still stood in front of his two daughters with his head held high and his chest puffed out. There was an unyielding look on his face, and his eyes flickered with hatred for Liao Hua.
"My lord."
Liao Hua and Huang Qi bowed to welcome him.
"Pata."
"Pata."
Wang Xiong stood tall and straight, holding the hilt of his battle sword as he stepped into the prison.
At this moment, it was as if this figure was carrying the sunset glow on his back. He stepped on the red sun and made it sink to the west, causing the mountains and rivers to topple, and the world to darken.
"Hmm?"
The clansmen of the Qiao Clan focused their gazes.
Qiao Rui's pupils constricted, and her heart was filled with shock.
He saw an unprecedented sense of heaviness, as if the entire Tianyue Mountain was between heaven and earth.
This was the feeling Wang Xiong had after traversing thousands of years of history. It was a pressure that was more powerful than all the heroes in this world.
"Swoosh."
Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao looked up.
Their eyes were filled with respect, but even more so, they felt that they could not be looked up to.
"Qiao Rui?"
Wang Xiong looked down at the crowd and said.
"And you are?"
Qiao Rui suppressed her astonishment.
Wang Xiong's gaze swept across Big Qiao and Little Qiao, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. He said lightly,"Commander of the Red Cliff Army, what is your relationship with Qiao Xuan?”
Qiao Rui protected the two girls more tightly and said warily,""Qiao Xuan is my uncle."
"Clan uncle?"
Liao Hua exclaimed.
Qiao Xuan was a famous official of the Great Han Dynasty, a Confucian scholar, and a saint in the army.
"My lord."
Huang Qi was filled with killing intent. He said decisively," If such a person is released, it will definitely be a disaster for our Red Cliff Army. Why don't we just kill him?!"”
"I don't want to."
Da Qiao suddenly stood in front of the crowd.
"Young Master."
At this moment, Xiao Qiao stepped forward and bowed.""My father has never had the intention to be enemies with the Red Cliff Army. I hope that young master will spare my Qiao Clan.”
"Can you read?"
Wang Xiong asked lightly.
"My daughter has been literate since she was a child," Xiao Qiao replied respectfully.”
"Alright."
Wang Xiong turned around and walked out of the cell, saying indifferently,"Huang Qi, send someone to guard the Qiao Clan and prepare to open a school for them to teach the children of the Red Cliff Army how to read and write. If any of them escape or harm the Red Cliff Army, kill the rest!”
"Here."
Huang Qi bowed and replied.
"The two of you."
Liao Hua's gaze fell on Da and Xiao Qiao, and he said in a deep voice,""From today onwards, I'll have to trouble you to go to the main land to take care of the Lord.”
"You dare?"
Qiao Rui glared at him.
What care? This was a hostage.
Liao Hua wanted to use his daughter as collateral for the Qiao Clan.
"Father."
"Fate."
Da Qiao's expression was calm as he sighed.
Being trapped in the Tianyue Mountain camp, it was already a great gift to be able to keep their lives. Even if it was used as a hostage, the sisters had no other choice.
"Please."
Huang Qi waved his hand.
On this night, the Qiao Clan walked out of the prison cell.
Qiao Rui was the leader of a dozen people who were arranged to camp in a row of wooden stockade camps. There were no less than a hundred guards inside and outside the camp.
At the same time, Xiao Qiao and Xiao Qiao were also arranged to be in the center of the camp and began to take care of Wang Xiong's daily life.
As for Liao Hua and Huang Qi's arrangements.
Wang Xiong didn't say much, but silently agreed.
This was history, not a joke. The strong were supreme, and the weak were inferior. It was like the law of the jungle.
Three whole days.
The Red Cliff camp had changed.
Huang Qi sorted out everyone's household registration and compiled them into bamboo slips.
At the same time, Zhou Jin also organized the people and began to explore the surrounding mines.
In the open space in the center of the camp, Liao Hua led four thousand Red Cliff Army soldiers to practice martial arts. They used wooden staffs as tools, and their shouts shook the mountain stream for more than ten miles.
The first year of Xingping.
Summer, June 29.
In the Red Cliff camp, everyone gathered in the meeting hall.
Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao stood on the left and right sides of the main seat, their expressions full of curiosity.
"My lord."
Liao Hua sat on the left side and said respectfully,""Yesterday, I went to Tongshan to investigate. I heard that Lu Bu escaped from Chang 'an and attacked Cao Cao's Yanzhou.”
"Lu Bu?"
Huang Qi, Zhou Jin, and Zhao Yi frowned.
Lu Bu among men, Red Rabbit among horses, the name of Marquis Wen had long since spread throughout the world.
"Gulp."
Wang Xiong took a sip of tea and said in a deep voice," The Central Plains is too far away. We can't reach it now. However, Cao Cao won't be able to dominate the Central Plains in three years."”
"Here."
Liao Hua said respectfully.
Zhou Jincong presented a piece of black ore and said respectfully,""My lord, we found a mineral vein in the mountains, but no one recognized it.”
"Swoosh."
Wang Xiong suddenly stood up.
Instantly, Liao Hua and the others 'expressions changed.
Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao were also shocked.
"Kacha."
Wang Xiong crushed the black ore, his pupils shaking as he said,"Do you mine in the deep mountains or open mines?”
"Open mine."
Zhou Jin stammered.
"Heh."
"Haha."
" This ore can be used as fuel. The temperature of the flame is extremely high. It can refine the impurities in the iron ore to the extreme and forge weapons that are sharper than ordinary swords."”
"What?"
"Is that true?"
At this moment, Liao Hua and the other three couldn't sit still anymore.
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