Novel: Red Sign Death, Black Sign Life, looking at the red sign in his hand, he smiled miserably, what a cruel game

The autumn of the fifth year of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The vast earth, all things withered, a scene of Xiao Suo slaughtering.

"The heavens are dead, the yellow sky is standing, the years are in the nails, and the world is auspicious!"

The huge Yellow Turban Rebellion gradually subsided after Zhang Jiao died of illness and Zhang Bao was killed.

Soon, however, the remnants of the Yellow Turban revolted again.

Guo Tai and others led 100,000 Yellow Turbans to unite with the Southern Xiongnu to revolt in the Baibo Valley of the West River, known as the White Wave Army, attacking Taiyuan County, Hedong County and other places, and the smoke rose again for a while.

……

"Son, it's time for you to cast lots!"

On the official road, which was flanked by more than half a person's tall yellow weeds, a man wearing leather armor with a large waist and a round waist coldly pushed a clay pot the size of a human head into Wei Ning's eyes.

Wei Ning frowned and looked at this clay pot that could be sold for a sky-high price in the future.

It's dark inside.

He knew that it contained a life and death sign.

Red death, black life.

Wei Ning looked up at the exquisitely shaped ox cart not far away.

The curtain of the ox cart was lifted in a corner.

Behind the curtain a woman was looking at him with a worried face.

The woman only showed a few eyebrows, which was enough to seduce people's hearts, and people couldn't help but want to look at it a few more times.

The big man in leather armor is named Wei Hu, who is the leader of the convoy escort team and is also a member of the Wei family.

"Dude!"

Wei Hu urged expressionlessly, "The thief is coming, the troublesome boy is moving fast!" ”

Although he was a slave of the Wei family, he did not respect Wei Ning, who was the third son of the Wei family.

Wei Ning only smiled bitterly at his rudeness and immediately put his hand into the clay pot.

At this moment, more than fifty guards of the convoy, including a group of slaves and the beauty in the car, all held their breath and stared intently at the clay pot.

One sign is life or death.

If you catch a red sign, it means that you must lead someone to lure away the white wave thief.

These white wave thieves numbered three or four hundred and were a cavalry unit of the White Wave Army.

They were called the Peasant Rebel Army, but in fact they were all old bandits, bloodthirsty and cruel, and the officers and soldiers were gradually defeated and retreated under their offensive.

In particular, after Zhang Yi was killed by the Tu Ge Hubu of the Southern Xiongnu, it further fueled their arrogance.

It can be said that the person responsible for luring away the white wave thief is absolutely nine deaths.

Wei Ning did not expect that the day after he crossed into this world, he encountered such a tricky thing.

Yes, he's a crosser.

On that day, he was singing with his sister in his arms, when suddenly a blinding spot of light flashed, and when he woke up, he came to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

The former owner of the body was also called Wei Ning, and was the third son of the Wei family's big house.

Wei Ning's eldest brother died many years ago, and the second brother was Wei Zhongdao.

The beautiful woman on the car was Wei Zhongdao's wife, Cai Yan, the first talented woman at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Wei Zhongdao was already suffering from a hidden disease when he married Cai Yan.

As a result, before Cai Yan could marry in the past, Wei Zhongdao fell ill and died.

Cai Yan, who was only fifteen years old, not only became a widow, but was also regarded by the Wei family as an ominous person.

After all, Cai Yan was still a young girl, and she didn't care about fighting with people, and it was difficult to bear the white eyes and isolation of her family, so she decided to return to her mother's house to stay.

Unexpectedly, just out of Hedong County, I encountered the White Wave Thief, and the convoy had to return the same way.

Wei Ning grabbed a bamboo skewer in the clay pot and took it out.

"Red Sign!"

Wei Hu sneered and snatched the bamboo skewer from Wei Ning's hand, held it high and shouted to the crowd, "The Third Prince has drawn a red sign!" ”

"It was a red sign!"

"Unfortunately, the great master's family is left with this only seedling!"

"It's all fate, who can blame you?"

Some people were sympathetic, some were indifferent, some were schadenfreude, and some had a proud look on their faces.

Cai Yan, who was sitting in the carriage of the ox cart, was taken aback, anxious in his heart, and was overwhelmed for a moment.

For this result, Wei Ning had already expected it.

"Guard rate."

He stared at Wei Hu, who couldn't hide his pride, and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, the bamboo sticks in the clay pot should all be red!" ”

Wei Hu's heart tightened, and then he laughed: "Third Son, if you are afraid of death, we can not count, why find an excuse to delay time!" ”

As he spoke, he patted the large knife hanging from his waist, and lowered his voice to threaten: "Third son, I advise you to go obediently!" ”

"Didn't the second uncle mean it?"

Wei Zhongdao's parents died early, all relying on his bitterness to support the portal, and as soon as he died, this vein was left with Wei Ning, the only seedling who had not yet weakened the crown. And his second uncle Wei Bi took the opportunity to encroach on the property, if there was no old patriarch to suppress, Wei Ning would have been killed by the second uncle long ago.

Wei Ning was worried that the second uncle's family was secretly harming him, so he took the initiative to ask Miao to follow Cai Yan to Chen Liu.

It is called protection, but it is actually an escape.

And now Wei Hu forced him to lure away the White Wave Thief, and his intention was nothing more than to borrow a knife to kill people.

The two were talking when they heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

"Captain Qi, the White Wave Thief is less than two miles away."

The person who came was the guard responsible for inquiring about the news.

"Third son, please take someone on the road immediately!"

Wei Hu took a sharp step forward and stared at a pair of bull's eyes, as if he were going to eat people.

Wei Ning stood in front of Wei Hu with thin arms and legs, feeling that the other party could blow him down with a breath.

What's more, many of the guards in the guard are his concubines.

Good men don't eat the immediate losses.

Once the other party tears his face, he estimates that he will be splashed with blood on the spot.

"Sister-in-law take care!"

Wei Ning bowed to Cai Yan's ox cart and sighed helplessly.

Under the surveillance of Wei Hu's four subordinates, he led more than thirty slaves on horseback, holding weapons distributed by Wei Hu, and slowly left the convoy in two empty donkey carts.

"Wait!"

A crisp and anxious voice sounded.

Cai Yan, wearing a drapery hat, broke free from the maid's obstruction, jumped from the ox cart, lifted her skirt, and trotted to Wei Ning's body:

"Sanro, be careful!"

Cai Yan's body trembled slightly, and his tone was full of worry and helplessness.

Her appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The sound of the crowd's saliva was clearly audible.

Wei Hu's thief eyes were even more unscrupulously aiming at Cai Yanwana's figure.

Cai Yan was two years younger than Wei Ning, and Xiao Loli became his sister-in-law, and Wei Ning was strange in his heart.

In addition, Wei Ning remembered that in history, it was at this point in time that Cai Yan was caught by baibo thieves and presented to Liu Bao, the King of Zuoxian of the Southern Xiongnu, to gain the support of the other side.

However, the former owner of the body was a weak chicken, he was difficult to protect himself, and now he was full of thoughts about how to save his life, and he couldn't care about Cai Yan.

Wei Ning nodded to Cai Yan, then turned and walked in the other direction with the slave.

Looking at Wei Ning's distant Xiao Suo's figure in a daze, Cai Yan's face was miserable.

The slaves who followed Wei Ning away all drew "red signs", and one by one they shrugged their heads like mourning concubines, and Wei Ning shook his head helplessly.

Although there were also young and strong among them, there was no force value at all, and even ordinary little hooligans could not deal with them, let alone white wave thieves, it was simply a waste of money.

alas!

Wei Ning sighed deeply.

It had been two days, and he hadn't heard the sound of the "system."

He felt targeted by God.

Since the system was delayed, he could only hope that he would not be discovered by the White Wave Thief.

Good spirits do not evil spirits.

Less than half an hour later, Wei Ning heard the dull sound of horses' hooves coming from the north.

A group of slaves looked in the direction of the sound as if the sky had fallen.

"Broken!"

Wei Ning's heart sank hard.

"The White Wave Thief is coming!"