This man is tall and a little thin, but he can be seen at a glance in the Yellow Turban Army.

He reached out to push away the Yellow Turban Army standing in front of him, and then spoke.

"Eating is death, not eating is death, and death is also death. I

saw this person walking in front of Lu Yao with a cloak on his head, and a pair of sharp eyes leaked from his hair.

Seeing this, Gao Shun subconsciously wanted to block in front of Lu Yao, but Lu Yao waved his hand to stop him.

One is tall and one is short, and the eyes are opposite.

Lu Yao did not have the slightest fear or timidity, but looked at the person in front of him with a lingering taste.

Without waiting for Lu Yao to say hello, this person picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sound of chewing was particularly harsh in the empty camp.

Behind him, the Yellow Turban Army, who had been hungry for several days, swallowed his saliva.

They all looked at this person with blank eyes, standing in front of the food box, and put steamed buns into their mouths one after another.

Lu Yao laughed and spoke.

"Give this strong man a bowl of water. When

a soldier from the trapped army heard this, he immediately brought a bowl of sweet mountain spring water.

After drinking the water and eating seven or eight steamed buns, a satisfied smile leaked out of this person's face.

"Full, full. With

that, he sat down on the ground and muttered.

"If I had eaten these big white steamed buns before, I wouldn't have been a thief.

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and burped for a long time.

Seeing this, the Yellow Turban Army behind him couldn't bear it anymore.

Immediately rushed to the place of steamed buns.

Seeing this, Gao Shun only heard a fierce sound and pulled out the long knife at his waist, and the Yellow Turban Army immediately stopped.

"Everyone line up, two steamed buns per person!" The

Yellow Turban Army in this prisoner camp can at least say that there are 3,000 people, and if there is a stampede mutiny, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Fortunately, Gao Shun had accumulated enough coercion on the battlefield before, and at this time, one person and one knife alone could deter the remnants of the three thousand Yellow Turbans.

Under Gao Shun's order, the 3,000 Yellow Turban Army divided into ten teams and began to receive food in an orderly manner.

Seeing this, Lu Yao did not hesitate at all, and immediately ordered people to go to the headquarters camp and let the people in the food camp start cooking overnight.

A moment later, the smell of meat wafted over the Allied camp.

Han Fu was also woken up by the movement outside the house at this time, and he got up very unhappily and asked.

"What's going on inside the camp?"

the guard at the

gate hurriedly reported.

"My Majesty, it was Your Majesty who went to the prisoner camp to give alms.

Han Fu frowned when he heard this, and muttered in his mouth.

"What are you doing?" The

prisoner camp is locked up with the remnants of the 3,000 Yellow Turban Army, such as the Yellow Turban Army, whose combat effectiveness is basically equivalent to nothing, and Han Fu naturally does not want to see it.

For him, these 3,000 people can only be 3,000 mouths, and he can't think of any other use than wasting food.

If he hadn't been afraid that these 3,000 people would have returned to the Sword Pavilion Pass after they were released, he would have dismissed these people a long time ago.

At the moment, they are the division of justice, and these 3,000 people can't be killed, and it's very embarrassing to put them in a very awkward position.

Han Fu also didn't want to feed them with his own food, so he ordered them to be cut off from food and grass and left them to fend for themselves in the captive camp.

But Ling Han Fu didn't expect that it was Lu Yao who plunged into it.

Han Fu has also experienced several battles with the Yellow Turban Army these days, and he knows that these people are all muddy goods.

As soon as he thought of this, Han Fu turned his head and lay down again, and he snorted coldly with disdain.

"I thought you were some kind of hero, hehe, you're not a human, if you want to take these three thousand waste, I want to see how many more days your grain and grass can last for three thousand mouths." "

At this time, the prisoner camp was ablaze.

Wang Meng, Luo Cheng, Xue Qi, and Fan Lihua also arrived together.

The people of the food camp directly set up a few cauldrons in the prisoner camp and burned the broth for the remnants of the Yellow Turban Army.

You must know that meat is not common even in the regular Allied army.

This writes that the eyes of the Yellow Turban Army began to light up when they smelled the smell of meat, and they didn't know how many years they hadn't tasted meat stars.

The first batch of castrations has been slaughtered, and as Lu Yao expected, the castrated boars have nothing to do except eat and sleep all day because of the decrease in desire, so the rise is gratifying.

Therefore, the first batch of big fat pigs were all brought by Lu Yao for marching supplements, coupled with the application of saltpeter ice, these pork can be kept at low temperature and cold for a long time.

Therefore, in the entire allied camp at present, Lu Yao can be called the first in terms of food.

Seeing that the originally restless prisoner camp's eyes were attracted by the cauldron set up, Lu Yao slowly walked to the person who was still sitting on the ground to eat.

Seeing Lu Yao approaching him, this person only raised his eyelids.

Regarding his arrogance and powerlessness, Lu Yao was not angry at all but asked.

"Have you eaten enough?"

replied to the man, who was a little surprised.

"Eat eight points full.

Lu Yao smiled when he heard this.

"Then wait and drink some broth and eat some meat, it's good to warm up at night, are you right

Liao Yuanjian?"

Hearing the words Liao Yuanjian, this person's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly got up from the ground.

"Who are you?"

Seeing his performance, the last doubt in Lu Yao's heart was also dispelled, this person was talking about the person he was looking for tonight, Liao Hua Liao Yuanjian.

Looking at Liao Hua's expression, Lu Yao smiled indifferently.

"I don't know if I should call you Liao Hua or Liao Chun?"

Hearing Lu Yao's words, this person was a little dumbfounded, and after a while, he sighed, hugged his fists, and bowed his waist.

"Liao Chun is dead, and now only Liao Hua is alive. Liao

Chun is his common name, but since he participated in the Yellow Turban Rebellion, he has changed his name not only to hide people's eyes, but also to make a decision with his past self.

Lu Yao nodded when she heard this.

"It's extreme, or the name Liao Hua sounds pleasing to the ear.

Liao Hua stretched out his hand and stroked the long hair that covered his face, revealing a square face with Chinese characters, although the three-dimensional facial features could not be called handsome, but at a glance he knew that he was a loyal person.

Liao Hua looked at Lu Yao in front of him with some curiosity and asked.

"I wonder how Your Majesty knows my name.

At this time, Liao Hua also changed from unwilling to deal with Lu Yao, but changed to an honorific title.

From this change alone, Lu Yao could perceive that Liao Hua was no longer as vigilant about himself at this time.

Lu Yao just smiled indifferently when he heard this, and pretended to be profound.

"Today, when I was asleep, I was guided by heaven, and he told me that there was a fierce general named Liao Hua who was hiding in this prisoner camp and ordered me to find him. "

Liao Hua: ???!!!

Lu Yao spread her hands, looking like you love to believe it or not.

As the son of the Son of God, it is reasonable for his father to give himself a hint in the middle of the night.

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