Liaodong.

In the Wuwu Mountain area, corpses piled up in the hot climate gradually corrupted.

The Xianbei cavalry who were dispersed and escaped from the pursuit by chance returned north in a panic. Along the way, the sporadic pursuit in the rear did not stop. Teams of small cavalry were searching in the nearby fields and foothills. In the Xianbei tribes they wanted to return, the Wuhuan people and the Xianbei cavalry in western Liaoning had quickly entered the only pasture in Liaodong. On July 10, more than 30,000 cavalry had already started to rage.

Blood and smoke spread across the tribes, and the cavalry advanced turbulently, igniting a slim felt, and the fire spread rapidly to swallow the entire tribe. After Mijia drew most of the young and strong, only a few herders were left to organize sporadic resistance. When the vast cavalry rushed in, they crushed everything.

A slightly larger tribe near the hinterland had a particularly fierce resistance. Since most of the manpower was transferred to the southern expedition, most of the remaining people were old, weak, women and children. Compared with other small and medium-sized Xianbei tribes, the defense was quite tight. However, for Su Puyan, Suo Nu and others, this was the best spoil to show loyalty.

After breaking through the wooden fence, a large number of cavalry wielded weapons to crush the resistance crowd. Suonu followed closely behind and slowly walked into the large tribe with tens of thousands of herders. In his vision, blades slaughtered, blood splattered the tent red. The cavalry drove away countless figures, and the sound of killing and setting fires came in endlessly.

"The rebels, all the old ones were killed, and the women and children were driven away together and guarded together." He watched the scene quietly with the hilt of the knife.

The flames rushed through the dry and flammable skin felt, and the huge black tornado spread into the sky. The old man with a fire on his body screamed and rushed out of the tent, pounced on the chaotic crowd, rolling, someone cried and tried to save him, and was then knocked down by the rushing war horse. Then, the horse's hooves trampled down and his head shattered.

The man roared in resistance, and the woman hugged the children in the crowd and cried to her man, crowded up against the current, and then drove the cavalry to kill him. The spear nailed the family of three to the ground. Some people who gave up resisting pushed the tribe members in front of him, wanting to go faster, and constantly kill people in the middle with hunting knives so that they could squeeze out faster. A team of Xianbei cavalrymen from Liaoxi holding torches on the side saw the chaotic crowd here, then threw away the torches, pulled out their weapons and killed them directly, just like a shepherd, driving them out of the tribe.

Along the way, the bodies and blood were driven out, and the vastness was concentrated in the field. The old man and the young man were pulled out of the terrified crowd by soldiers. A woman at home pulled the other party hard and refused to let go. The soldier holding the blade strode over and cut the other party's arm with one knife. The Xianbei man with broken arms rolled on the ground, crying wildly, and the blood was flowing like a stream of white broken bones. The sprinkled blood stained half of his body. Then a knife slashed down and stopped moving.

The sounds around gradually became quiet. The young and strong Liaodong Xianbei were distinguished. The old man looked at the unmoving corpses on the ground, lowered his head, or closed his eyes, as if he had accepted his fate, and arrows shot in densely, and they were also massacred.

The annexation between tribes in the past was also so cruel, but this time it became more thorough.

The Xianbei woman covered the child's eyes and turned her head to look in other directions. When she turned her head, tears flowed down and her voice choked and the Xianbei songs sang.

More people's voices brushed across the fields with the sobbing north wind, taking them to the distance. These women and children will soon stumbling on the long distance to the Han area. The summer sun shines brightly, but at this moment, no one can feel any temperature...

In June, the fourth year of Jian'an, Gongsun Zhi, the governor of the northern part of the Great Han Dynasty, sent more than 30,000 troops to join forces with Gongsun Du from Liaodong to Fuyu Kingdom to attack the Xianbei and Wuhuan. At the end of the month, he defeated the 60,000 cavalry of Wuhuan at Bailang Mountain with 20,000, and directly killed the Xianbei and Wuhuan alliance, and led his troops north to face Jueji who went south, Mijia.

In July, Gongsun Du from Liaodong and Fuyu Kingdom comforted Qiutai to delay the 80,000 troops of the Liaodong Xianbei, retreated to Wuwu Mountain, and launched a tough resistance. Then, Gongsun Zhi, who was waiting for the opportunity to fight, used a roundabout way to launch a surprise attack on the Liaodong Xianbei and won a great victory! Wuhuan surrendered troops, and the Liaoxi Xianbei cavalry rushed forward and entered the Liaodong Xianbei tribe.

The news has reached the Central Plains, and it is already autumn.

The leaves are slightly yellow, and the military affairs are temporarily suspended on the southeast Shouchun line. The tranquility of the long-lasting military camp comes from the laughter from the commander's tent.

Gao Dabiao's fat body leaned over his head from time to time with a tiger-headed sword, aiming at the curtain, with a little surprised expression. He could not have imagined that the information from the north would make the lord laugh. When the white wolf in the north attacked Jizhou first, he rushed east to west and rushed towards Liaodong, the Central Plains also attacked wars. The war that had been prepared for a long time began, and he fought with Yuan Shu continuously. Even if the war went smoothly, he had never been as happy as he did now.

"I missed the ugly man and Erlangzi a little too..." Xu Chu touched the short beard under his chin.

In the tent, Cao Cao, wearing a black robe, looked at the plain silk in his palm and laughed red. On both sides of the lower part were the generals of the clan, such as Xiahou brothers, Cao Hong, Cao Chun, and others who had lived and died, as well as the three brothers Liu Bei who had been well-behaved in the past few years.

"Brother, why are you so happy to see?" Xiahou, who was single-eyed, rubbed his knees and stretched out his neck. "Brother, what news has come from? Let everyone be happy together. Is it hard for Sister-in-law to give you a son again?"

Opposite, the face was pale and a sick scholar, as if he had seen something, and a smile appeared on his handsome face: "It should be the battle report from the north. The white wolf should have won something, which made the lord so happy."

News from the north...

Has the Liaodong been pacified? When the people in the tent whispered, the man with dark skin and strong body in the back row of the tent, Huo stood up with a loud voice: "So that brother Gongsun has already slaughtered Wuhuan? Haha... I was so happy. When I was in my hometown, I didn't like these nomadic aliens everywhere. It would be better to kill them! If I asked me, Lao Zhang, I would just beat Yuan Shu quickly, so we can go north to join forces with my brothers to destroy Yuan Shao."

"The Prime Minister has not spoken yet, how can the third brother talk nonsense?" Next to him, he sat upright with white face and long beard and big ears, and said without expression. On the other side, Guan Yu, who had a green robe and long beard, closed his eyes slightly. When he heard his brother speak, he reached out and pulled Zhang Fei down to sit down: "Yide, don't mess around, listen to your brother."

"Haha... It's okay, Yide is straightforward, I like it." Cao Cao put down the plain silk in his hand. The war has not been going well in the past few days. In addition, after fighting for several months, the military rations are already scarce. If he can't defeat Shouchun, all his previous efforts will be wasted. However, today, when he received the situation in the north, his depressed mood swept away a lot.

"Feng Xiao just said it right, it is indeed news from Liaodong. Gongsun 20,000 defeated Wuhuan at Bailang Mountain, captured more than 200,000 people, and joined forces with Gongsun Du to wipe out the Xianbei Jueji entrenched in northeast Liaodong, and wiped out all 80,000 soldiers. In this way, if Liaodong is pacified, Yuan Shao's life will be difficult."

Xiahou Dun slapped his knees violently and shouted, "Brother, what are you waiting for? Take the time to attack Shouchun."

The lights shook, and the figure behind the long desk nodded, then stood up, waved his hand, and the sound spread vigorously.

"Well, Gongsun fought in the north with great enthusiasm, and we cannot be inferior to him. We will order the three armies to attack Shouchun with all their might tomorrow and fight to break Yuan Shu in one battle."

In the tent, everyone stood up and bowed: "Yes!"

The loud roar shocked the tent.

After distributing the mission, the generals retreated in groups of three or three. Liu Bei walked to the tent and stopped and turned around. Cao Cao raised his eyes to him: "Xuande, what else is there?"

"Prime Minister, I am stupid. Gongsun has now swallowed all the Wuhuan and Xianbei people, captured hundreds of thousands of people, and has a strong army. If he defeated Yuan Shao in the future, how should he get along with him? After all, he is in the north, and the Prime Minister just blocked the iron hoof's way..."

Cao Cao stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at the honest but expressionless face opposite him, and became silent. Some emotions were brewing, but they did not explode in the end.

Since the capture of the Xianbei in July, it has been plundered for two months and captured the population. Whether it is ordinary herders or women who were originally from the Xianbei aristocrats, their children have been moved, and the Xianbei side alone has added more than 300,000 people. With the Wuhuan tribe, Gongsun Zhi's strength will grow to a more terrifying level.

By September, with the assistance of Liaodong soldiers, a large number of prisoners were escorted to Shanggu County. This was as large as 600,000 people. Along the way, except for the Wuhuan who took the initiative to surrender slightly better, most of the Xianbei herders were treated like pigs and dogs. In order to prevent escape and resist, most of them were tied and pulled by ropes, lacking food supply. Tens of thousands of people were starved to death on the way, and their bodies were discarded in the wilderness and were eaten by wild animals. The remaining people would also suffer torture during the long migration until they arrived in Shanggu County.
Chapter completed!