Guan Hai pointed to his left hand and said to someone, "This is Du Yuan, my Qingzhou think tank." Guan Yan immediately bowed and said, "I have met Uncle Du."

While bowing, Guan Yan looked at the person carefully and saw that his person had thin eyes like a crack, his face was pale and beardless, and his figure was thin.

Du Yuan gently rubbed his chin with his left hand, and his eyes narrowed to a single line and looked at Guan Yan up and down. Guan Yan was stared at his hair all over his body, thinking: How could he look at people like this? Is there something wrong with it?

Finally, Du Yuan raised his right hand slightly, closed his eyes slightly and said, "Major General is so polite." Guan Yan's first impression was: This person is very arrogant and arrogant. After all, he is the son of your immediate boss. What is his attitude?

Guan Hai seemed to be used to it and didn't care at all. He laughed and then introduced the two generals behind: "Yan'er, these two are my left arm and right arm. Pei Yuanshao, the two powerful generals of the Yellow Turban Army in Qingzhou, Zhou Cang." Guan Yan bowed again: "I have met Uncle Pei and Uncle Zhou." Pei Yuanshao's face was full of flesh and a stingy face, and he really didn't show his appearance.

Zhou Cang, on the other hand, had a large national character face, and his appearance was plain. The two beards on his upper lip increased the aura of a general. When Guan Yan was bowing and thinking, Pei Yuanshao, Zhou Cang had already stood up and returned the gift.

Pei Yuanshao, who was full of flesh, was very good at speaking: "Major General is so polite." Then he bowed to Guan Hai and said: "Master General is a bit ridiculous. I am just a brute force, but the Magistrate is mighty, so he is the general at the level of the enemy general in the ten thousand troops."

This sentence made Guan Hai, who was very arrogant with his own force, and suddenly laughed, which really scared Guan Yan. Pei Yuanshao paused, looked at Guan Yan and continued, "Although the major general is young, his father has no dog son, he will be a general of my Yellow Turban Army in the future."

This sentence made Guan Yan very ashamed. Although he had some strength from his previous life, he could only barely deal with the second and third rookies. However, General Guan was still very helpful. People said that he wanted his son to be successful, so how could others praise his son for being unhappy? Guan Hai was very happy: "Thank you for the good words," then turned his head and pressed Guan Yan's shoulder and said: "My son still needs to work harder to achieve great things in the future!" Guan Yan nodded and said yes.

Guan Hai led Guan Yan to the general on his right hand: "My son, come and pay homage to your uncle Bu." Guan Hai used the word "官网". Guan Yan knew that this person's identity was not ordinary, so he wanted to kneel down. Just as his knees were about to hit the ground, a strong force came from his arms. Guan Yan looked up and found that the general was holding his arms with his hands steadily with his hands, so that Guan Yan's body could not fall a minute. The general smiled and said, "Why should my nephew give such a big gift? Please get up quickly."

After saying that, he forced Guan Yan to lift him up. Guan Yan sighed in his heart: What a lot of strength.

Guan Hai, who was standing beside him, saw all this in his eyes, and the sign-like laughter sounded again: "My brother has made great progress in his kung fu!" Guan Hai sat in the position of commander and said to Guan Yan: "This is a sworn brother for my father. Bu Yi, the commander of the Yellow Turban Army in Dongjun, Qingzhou. Because my Yellow Turban Army has been preaching in various places for many years, my brothers are rarely seen, so my son does not know each other when he meets you. Your uncle is versatile in civil and military affairs, and Yan'er should diligently seek advice!" Guan Yan retreated to Guan Hai and bowed his head and said, "You are so careless."

Guan Yan secretly glanced at Bu Yi. Seeing this man's white face and wide forehead, three long beards, his beautiful face and mighty figure, he secretly praised him in his heart: A good Confucian general!

At this time, Guan Hai, who was in the commander position, spoke: "Everyone, since the uprising of Taiping Road, the great wise and good teachers have preached and gathered hundreds of thousands of people. Now, our great wise and good teachers personally led the Julu Yellow Turban Army to kill the enemy in Jizhou. The Yingchuan Yellow Turban Army led by the commander Bocaiboqu to defeat the official army in Yuzhou. Zhang Mancheng, the envoy of the gods, led the Nanyang Yellow Turban Army to attack and kill the prefect Chu Gong, and Peng Tuo, the commander Peng Qu defeated the prefect Zhao Qian in Runan. The Yellow Turban Army of the twenty-eight counties in the seven prefectures were all good news. In the past ten months, the world was shocked!"

Guan Yan thought to himself: Listen to my father's introduction. It is probably about 184 AD, the first year of Zhongping, which was the golden moment of the first year of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Of course, good news is everywhere. The army of the Eastern Han Dynasty court cannot remember when it was sent, otherwise it would be better to remind my father. However, it is certain that Zhang Jiao will be about to be upset by the end of the year, and the characters reported by my father just now were arrested and killed. It seems that the Bu next to me has been captured at the end of the year. Alas, what can I do for my father in the past few months?

Now, Guan Yan has gradually accepted the fact that he traveled through time, the fact that he was a member of the Yellow Turban Army, and the fact that he was Guan Hai's son, so he not only had to think about himself, but also about the only relative in the world.

At this time, Guan Hai rubbed his chin with his right hand, sighed a long sigh, and suddenly raised his breath and said loudly: "However, the Yellow Turbans in Qingzhou are not successful! We have not captured a state or county, and have not killed one army or another in the court. Three months ago, the official army was buried on the bank of the Yellow River and turned to my three thousand fellow Taoists. This general's miscommand command is certainly one of the reasons, but there are also reasons for the unfavorable battle." As he said that, Guan Hai looked at Du Yuan, Pei Yuanshao and Zhou Cang on the left.

Guan Yan was shocked: My father seemed to be rough, but he turned out to be thick and thin. Today he obviously had politeness first and then soldiers, and he hid his sword in his smile. One is to punish the generals who were ineffective during the war three months ago, and the other is to establish authority for his position as the leader. As the boss, it is certainly not the boss’s fault of the boss alone, otherwise he would have no prestige to command the army.

At this time, Guan Yan stood beside Guan Hai, and the four people under the seat had different expressions: Du Yuan glanced at Guan Hai who was sitting on the side, and then gently rubbed his chin on the left and right, his eyes slightly closed, as if thinking about something; Pei Yuanshao's face was twitched into a chrysanthemum; and Zhou Cang's eyebrows were obviously twisted into an inverted horoscope, holding it with both hands; then look at Guan Hai's sworn brother Bu Yi, his face did not change, and he was still as moving as a mountain, and only the light appeared in his eyes.

Faced with this embarrassing scene, Guan Yan spoke first: "Stop being angry. This time, this defeat, I think that the generals must have a secret." Guan Yan's words appeared to excuse the generals, but in fact, they secretly helped him and helped Guan Hai get rid of the responsibility for the failure of the battle, confirming the generals' charge of the failure of the battle.

The most innocent Zhou Cang couldn't control himself first. He suddenly stood up and clasped his fists at Guan Hai: "Three months ago, we had to do our best in the battle on the bank of the Yellow River. In fact, the combat power of the government army is far better than our army. My soldiers are all village men and farmers. Even if we are protected by great wise men, we will fight to the death and will not be able to defeat the government army!"

"Well~~~~ What General Zhou said is reasonable." Guan Hai was just trying to strengthen his commander's prestige, and he didn't really want to punish them, so he went down: "Since you have understood your faults, General Pei and General Zhou need to strengthen their training in the future, so you must not slack off." Pei Yuanshao also stood up and knelt on one knee to Guan Hai and said, "As long as he understands his faults!"

At this time, Bu Yi spoke: "Brother, don't worry, victory or defeat is common in military affairs. I don't know the war the day before yesterday. If there is something to do in the future, my Dongjun Yellow Turban Army is willing to help my brother with help!" Guan Yan said in his heart: Bu Yi is indeed both civil and military, and he has a good speech. This sentence is obviously a reminder to my father, if you lose in a war, I am the leader of the Dongjun Yellow Turban Army, who is on par with you. But for the sake of your brother's face, I will help you when you need it.

Guan Hai obviously did not understand the meaning of this sentence, and laughed and said, "Then I'll bother brothers." Only the "think tank" in Guan Hai's mouth was left, Du Yuan, who had not spoken yet, seemed to feel that everyone in the tent was aiming at him. Du Yuan let out a sigh and stood up and clasped his fists at Guan Hai, saying, "Report to General Guan, the title of general in the battle three months ago has been found out at the end of the previous few days."

"Oh?" Guan Hai looked at Du Yuan with his eyes straight at him. He knew that Du Yuan was changing the subject. One of the reasons for the defeat in the last battle was that Du Yuan came up with a bad idea - a fight against the water. As a result, he was driven into the river by the official army far stronger than the Yellow Turban Army. He was defeated. Today, Japan wanted to teach him a lesson, but finding out the title of the general of the official army that day was considered a merit. Guan Hai figured out this section and signaled Du Yuan to continue. Seeing Guan Hai's expression, Du Yuan understood that the efforts of the previous two months were finally in vain. So he breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "This person is a Chenliu person, with his surname Cao's name* and his courtesy name Mengde."

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