Extra: Hatred of country subjugation
Author: Soy Sauce Mixed History
Extra: Hatred of country subjugation
In the sixth year of Han Jingyao's reign, Jiange.
In the middle of the night, a tall red-haired military general walked step by step toward a place outside the sword pavilion, carrying the "Shendu" sword given to him by his mentor in his leg.
That old man is Jiang Wei, the great general of the Han Dynasty.
Or rather, Jiang Weicai, the former Han general.
Due to his high prestige in the army, many soldiers recognized Jiang Wei along the way and saluted him one after another.
But while the soldiers saluted Jiang Wei, their faces showed unconcealable sadness and hesitation.
Occasionally, a few higher-ranking generals had the courage to come to Jiang Wei. They raised their tear-stained eyes to look at Jiang Wei, and asked a sentence that almost made Jiang Wei hold back his tears:
"General, is the great man really dead?"
That sentence brought Jiang Wei back from the memories of the past months and brought him back to the cruel reality.
Mingyue's command came from Chengdu, causing tens of thousands of Han troops in Jiange to fall into extreme panic and anger.
"I have surrendered, please follow me."
The imperial edict of surrender was written by the emperor Liu Chan himself, but that edict directly broke the remaining faith and perseverance in many people's hearts.
After receiving the edict, the soldiers outside the sword pavilion were in disbelief and anger. They all raised their swords and slashed at the stones outside the pass to vent their dissatisfaction.
That month, countless weapons collided with hard stones and split apart, just like the outer hearts of many people in the bright moon.
"I am eager to fight to the death. Why does Your Majesty surrender first?"
That month, tens of thousands of soldiers outside Jiange shouted that sentence.
If the sergeants of Didong are like this, let alone the coach Jiang Wei?
But even if he studied under Zhuge Liang, and even if he boasted that he was not as resourceful as he was in the current world, what could he do if the emperor's edict was passed?
Soon, Jiang Wei was surrounded by generals and soldiers who came from all directions.
Jiang Wei saw them looking at him expectantly, as if waiting for his negative answer.
Jiang Wei also wanted to tell the negative answer, but at first he didn't say anything. He held the "Shen Du" sword in his leg with a numb expression on his face, pushed aside the crowd and continued walking forward step by step.
Jiang Wei's actions silently shattered the last trace of delusion in everyone's hearts. When Jiang Wei passed through the crowd, he heard bursts of crying and wailing coming from behind him.
Is that the sound of national subjugation?
Against the background of the heartbreaking sounds of national subjugation, Jiang Wei's sadness of walking alone seemed even more lonely.
I remember that he was born in a famous family in Liangzhou, and since he debuted, he would always have hundreds of dead men following him to the death.
Even when he was later framed by the rebel Wei Gou Guan, those dead soldiers followed him unswervingly.
But in the bright moon decades later, all the hundreds of dead soldiers died in the battlefield, and in the end, he only had a sword given to him by Master Dong to accompany him at all times.
The grief and anger in his heart made Jiang Wei even more unsteady.
After faltering, Jiang Wei finally came to a place in Jiange.
That place was not the Chinese army tent where he beat drums to gather the crowd, nor was it the closed sword pavilion where one step could lead to freedom for the rest of his life, but it was a temple filled with incense.
The name of the temple is: "Zhongwuhou Temple".
After seeing the four words on the temple plaque, Jiang Weiru's face barely showed a smile.
He held the hilt of the sword tightly in his leg, his eyes could not help but become filled with awe, remembrance, gratitude, and guilt.
A few words are not enough to describe the complexity of Jiang Wei's eyes at this moment, but it can be seen from his complicated eyes how deep his emotions are for the great sage who has passed away.
Since the death of the great sage, many places in Sichuan have written letters asking for temples to be built in his honor. However, the court refused to accept such requests, which violated the etiquette system, so the people would privately worship Zhuge Liang on the roads during the four seasons.
What's more, some common people, whether officials or not, were willing to risk being punished and privately built a temple for the great sage.
That great sage is Zhuge Liang.
What's more, among them is Jiang Wei.
No matter how stupid Liu Chan was, he always turned a blind eye to the crime that was obviously punishable by beheading.
At the beginning of the next year, he finally issued an order in the name of the emperor and openly admitted that kind of behavior.
At the beginning of next year, the situation in the Han Dynasty was in a precarious situation. Perhaps the old emperor also hoped that his mentor would show up and help the Han Dynasty survive that disaster again.
Jiang Wei, who was standing outside the temple gate, put the long sword in his leg into the sharp edge of the sword at his waist. Then, like a child visiting his mentor for the first time, he carefully and solemnly arranged his makeup.
He didn't want to blaspheme his mentor's heroic spirit because of his rudeness.
After repeatedly finishing his makeup, Jiang Wei took a deep breath, stepped on the steps, and entered the temple.
Different from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, the temple was filled with fireworks and seemed very quiet.
The temple was not big. As soon as Jiang Weigang stepped outside the temple, he saw the portrait of his mentor.
The portrait of Zhuge Liang that hangs high was written by Lu Yi, the former minister of the imperial court. Lu Yi was good at copying paintings, so the portrait of Zhuge Liang painted by him can be said to be lifelike.
The lifelike portrait became more and more animated amid the smoke. From Jiang Wei's perspective, it seemed as if the mentor in the portrait had come to life.
After seeing that scene, Jiang Wei could no longer control his suppressed tears in front of outsiders, and he knelt down in front of his mentor with a plop.
At that moment, he no longer denied the great general of the Han Dynasty who was feared by hundreds of thousands of Wei troops. At that moment, he no longer denied the pillar of the country who was invisible in the eyes of outsiders.
At that moment, he seemed to have gone back several decades. In that year, he had no choice but the great sage in front of him was willing to accept him, and during his confinement from the east, he taught him everything he had learned without any secrets.
Jiang Wei no longer has to hide himself in front of his respected master who has done him such a great favor.
"Disciple has nothing to do. Disciple deserves to be entrusted by his teacher.
Hanzhong is lost, and the great Han Dynasty is dead!"
At this point, Jiang Wei could no longer control his emotions, lowered his head and started crying.
"Does he not want to let go of Hanzhong's defense line? Does he want to lure the enemy deeper? Does he want to kill and injure the enemy's main force as much as possible like his mentor back then?"
He did not expect that Sima Zhao would suddenly gather hundreds of thousands of troops to march south. When he learned the news, he already realized that something was wrong, and immediately wrote a letter to Bidong, asking him to send troops into Hanzhong and restore Hanzhong's defense line.
He tried his best to make amends, but he didn't expect that Bidong would turn a blind eye to his mistake, which led to the total loss of Hanzhong.
I cannot afford to make a mistake as a disciple, nor can I make a mistake as a big man!"
The more he spoke, the louder the crying outside the temple became.
Many people blame Liu Chan for the fall of the Han Dynasty, but Jiang Wei knows that he is also responsible for that matter.
If he had not modified the Hanzhong defense line deployed by Zhuge Liang during his lifetime, hundreds of thousands of Wei troops would not have occupied Hanzhong so quickly.
As long as Yinping, Yangpingguan and Nanzheng are not lost, Deng Ai will never be able to surprise Chengdu. Even if Yangpingguan is not lost and Nanzheng is not lost, even if Deng Ai leads his army to surprise Chengdu, the emperor will not be so
Decisive choice to surrender.
The basis for the emperor's surrender lay not in the instigation of several rebellious ministers in Qiao and Zhou, but in the fact that Hanzhong was completely lost.
In that regard, Jiang Wei cannot escape the blame.
Jiang Wei cried to Zhuge Liang's portrait like a disciple who had made a mistake.
If there is a spirit in heaven, should he be able to see everything clearly?
After a long time, Jiang Wei's crying gradually stopped. He raised his red eyes and looked at Zhuge Liang's portrait. He never believed in ghosts and gods, but at that moment he asked as if by mistake:
"Can you send someone to rescue the big man?"
As the last request came out of his mouth, Jiang Wei kowtowed heavily towards the portrait.
Perhaps Jiang Wei does not really believe in ghosts and gods, and those words are more like his rants.
After all, he already has an idea in his mind, which is slowly taking shape.
But no matter how strong a character is, people will always have a soft side. What's wrong with uttering a few dreamlike words in front of one's mentor?
But perhaps Jiang Wei also didn't expect that during his kowtow, the smoke lingering in front of Zhuge Liang's portrait seemed to become more and more numerous and turbulent.
Will the big man really die?
Is it certain that Hanzhong cannot be saved?
In the dark sky of the Jiange, bright stars suddenly lit up, including countless spirits in heaven who had devoted their lives to the cause of the Han Dynasty over the past decades.
They stared at the land of Hanzhong in July of the sixth year of Jingyao.
At the same time, he also looked at the earth in July of the fourth year of Zhang Wu.
There are thunders and the Han River surges. The moment that determines the fate of the country has arrived.
Then there is the little surprise he mentioned. Some people may like it, and some may not.
He was so sleepy last night that even the two alarm clocks didn't wake him up. I'm extremely sorry, feel free to scold him if you want.
Dong Wu has taken a leave of absence, and is preparing to add a chapter of last month and a chapter of Mingyue to complete the big plot. I will post it together in the morning, so that everyone can read it comfortably and it will not be too late.
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!