Lord of the Nation: Super Farmer at the Start

"Do you know what the specific strength of Black Wind Village is?"

"this."

Zhang Shouhou felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Lord City Lord, this touches on my knowledge blind spot. Please wait a moment, and I will go out to find out information about the strength of Black Wind Village."

After saying that, Zhang Shohou was about to leave the city to find out the news, but Cao Qingtian quickly stopped him.

"Come back, come back. You have made two trips this morning. It will be lunch time soon. Have a good rest now. After lunch, you will go out to inquire about information about Black Wind Village."

"It's okay, Lord City Lord, I'm not tired."

Zhang Shohou was greatly moved by Cao Qingtian's behavior, and at the same time he blamed himself more and more. Why didn't he find out the information about the strength of Heifeng Village before the Lord of the City needed it?

This situation must not happen again next time!

Unable to defeat Zhang Shouhou, Cao Qingtian had no choice but to let him go.

"Lord City Lord, wait for my good news!"

After bidding farewell to Cao Qingtian, Zhang Shohou resolutely left the city.

Cao Qingtian smiled and shook his head. He naturally liked Zhang Shouhou's work-oriented personality. After all, in the future, he would basically rely on scouts to obtain information from the outside world. Zhang Shouhou was so dedicated, which couldn't be better.

"Let's go and see how Han Xin and the others are handling the prisoners."

"Yes, Lord City Lord."

In front of the military camp.

Cao Qingtian and Diao Chan had just approached when they heard the horrific screams.

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"We, the Yellow Turban Army, are righteous and brave men who overthrew the tyranny and restored peace and prosperity to the people of Liming. We are people who obey the destiny. How dare you, mountain villagers, insult us like this!"

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

"You have gone too far!"

At this time, the faces of these Yellow Turban Army soldiers were more or less colorful, but they were still being beaten.

If Cao Qingtian hadn't known that these soldiers were from his city, he would have probably regarded them as a way for evil forces to defeat loyal soldiers.

Han Xin had a cold expression on the side and asked the soldiers to stop temporarily.

"I'll ask you again, are you going to say it or not?"

"Bah, you are simply dreaming if you want us to tell you the Yellow Turban Army's deployment in Fengyang County!"

"Just like you mountain villagers, what can you do if you know about it and want to kill us?"

"Do you know the true strength of our Yellow Turban Army? In the Bashu region, our Yellow Turban Army has hundreds of thousands of troops, which is simply not comparable to those of you mountain villagers!"

"You frogs in the well have no idea how terrifying our Yellow Turban Army is. Release us quickly and kneel down to apologize. We can give you a decent death."

Hearing this, Han Xin's eyes turned cold, and he kicked him over, breaking his jaw. Blood immediately flowed out, and several teeth mixed with blood flew out. He was dead on the spot.

"You're not very capable, but you have a bad temper."

All the Yellow Turban troops present were frightened.

Under the signal from his eyes, several soldiers were not idle, and they were madly attacking the Yellow Turban Army who had just shouted the most fiercely.

"If you like to talk, I'll kill them one after another. It depends on whether you still talk."

Although there was fear in the eyes of a group of Yellow Turban soldiers, their mouths were still tight. Perhaps the beatings were too painful, and finally someone spoke.

"Fuck, please be gentle, uncle, it hurts me to death!"

"Hit me gently, uncle, I didn't say anything just now to start hatred for you!"

"Then do you say it or not!"

A soldier asked while fighting. Seeing that the Yellow Turbans were still hesitating, he increased the intensity of his attack. For a while, there was a continuous wailing outside the military camp.

In a short period of time, several more corpses of the Yellow Turban Army were found on the spot, beaten to death, but none of them told any information.

This scene fell in Huang Shichen's eyes, making him very angry, but helpless.

"Can you give us a happy death?"

Huang Shichen, whose hands were tied and restricted from moving, roared angrily, his eyes turned red, and tears welled up.

His body was also covered in blood, with large and small wounds scattered irregularly.

As the leader of this group of Yellow Turbans, he received the most severe beatings.

"It's impossible for us to tell the news. We can't betray our own troops!"

"If you were a man, you would kill us directly instead of beating us to fear and beating us to reveal information like you are doing now!"

"Seniors can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"We, the Yellow Turban Army, are not afraid of bloodshed or sacrifice!"

"The Yellow Turban Army would rather die than surrender!"

The rest of the Yellow Turban Army, after hearing Huang Shichen's words, stood up and shouted.

At this time, Han Xin admired the character of the Yellow Turban Army.

Under such circumstances, the Yellow Turban Army's deployment in Fengyang County was not disclosed.

He had beaten these Yellow Turbans again and again, and even killed many of them to intimidate them, but instead of making them weak, their will became stronger and stronger.

I don't know if all the Yellow Turbans are like this, or only Huang Shichen's soldiers are like this.

If all Yellow Turbans are like this, then this Yellow Turbans should not be underestimated!

At this moment, Han Xin placed the Yellow Turban Army in an extremely dangerous position in his heart.

Not far away, Cao Qingtian was a little stunned when he saw this group of Yellow Turbans who would rather die than surrender.

In his impression, the Yellow Turban Army was just a ragtag group of people who could not get on the stage and achieve success, otherwise they would not have become a small player for Liu Bei, Cao Cao and others to gain experience.

But it is such a ragtag group of people, but they are obviously so resolute today.

Cao Qingtian gave up and asked Han Xin to stop beating them.

Han Xin could also see that this group of people, whom you could kill and beat, were completely useless. No useful information was extracted from their mouths, which gave Han Xin a headache.

"Let me do it."

As he spoke, Cao Qingtian took a step forward and looked directly at Huang Shichen. At the same time, Huang Shichen's attributes automatically appeared in front of Cao Qingtian's eyes.

【Yellow Turban Army】：Huang Shichen

[Level]: LV.10

[Leadership]: 200 (can lead up to 200 people, and the number of leaders can increase with the level)

[Combat Power]: 21 (fifth-rate commander)

[Strategy]: 30 (Mediocre)

Huang Shichen's level has reached level 10, but even so, his attributes are as good as those of Han Xin. In addition to the fact that he can command more soldiers than Han Xin, in terms of combat power and strategy, Han Xin is far behind him. From a distance, there is no gain attribute.

Han Xin is a military genius, so naturally he cannot be compared to these low-ranking generals.

However, Cao Qingtian stared at Huang Shichen not because he wanted to see his attributes, but because there was a powerful skill among the destiny attributes of the Tyrant Bloodline - Imperial Power!