The sunset was gorgeous and beautiful, and the originally noisy battlefield gradually calmed down, except for some scattered wild dogs and scavenging crows that scurried out of nowhere and were still diligently rummaging through the corpses.
, most places have returned to tranquility.
The captured Qiang people were stripped clean, herded together naked, and locked into huge temporary wooden cages.
People are like this. When they have something, they don't feel how much they cherish it. When they lose it, they feel regretful and regretful. Even if it is a worn leather robe, it is the same.
The same is true for Li Guan.
After losing his home and family, Li Guan regretted how stupid and ridiculous his unrestrained words and ideas were. He gritted his teeth and expressed his desire to leave home and be independent and no longer subject to any jurisdiction. Now he has realized it. However,
There was no joy at all, only boundless pain.
damn it……
For Li Guan, it was naturally not Li Guan himself who deserved death, but these Qiang people.
The Qiang people were stripped of their robes, just like prying open their originally fierce shell. They were as obedient as sheep waiting to be slaughtered. They didn't even dare to raise their heads, but occasionally looked at them with fearful little eyes.
Looking around...
Li Guan stood outside the wooden cage with a vicious and ferocious look on his face, but after grinding his teeth, he still ordered: "Let these Qiang dogs have one, no, two fires... just don't freeze to death..."
According to Li Guan's own thoughts, he really wanted to kill all the surrendered Qiang people to vent his hatred. However, since he has now surrendered to Fei Qian, Fei Qian's will must come first.
Since Fei Qian, the General of the Expedition to the West, no, he should be the General of Hussars soon, said that keeping these Qiang people would be useful, then no matter how much Li Guan wanted to get pleasure from the blood of the Qiang people, he had to endure it.
Because this is Li Guan's only value in front of Fei Qian.
Unlike most of the children of the Guanzhong gentry, others still have some manor land tenants, or even some family manpower. Li Guan has no other resources except a dozen guards.
If you grab Fei Qian's thigh, why don't you wait for Fei Qian to come and beg him?
Since Fei Qian is going to use Qiang people, although Li Guan doesn't know what exactly Fei Qian is going to be used for, but he wants to beat the Qiang people in advance, temper these originally unruly guys, and let them know some rules, naturally
Li Guan considered this to be his responsibility.
If he needs his master to give orders for everything, he is not a good minion. Li Guan used to be a boss, but now he has become a person who is used to being bossed around, so he naturally understands the key. Only Zhengxi, no, General Hussar
Once he gets used to it and gets used to it, Li Guan will have a chance to get up from the bottom again...
For this goal, Li Guan would not hesitate to sacrifice everything.
Although Li Guan doesn't have much to give.
What Li Guan did was naturally visible to Fei Qian standing on the top of the city.
Fei Qian didn't have much opinion about the current misery of the Qiang people. The reason why the Qiang people were in this situation was just because they were defeated, it was as simple as that.
Similarly, if the Han people were defeated, then the Han people's experience would definitely be even more tragic.
So what about the next war?
Who can conquer and who will be defeated?
"The stud died..." Pang Tong came over, wrapped in a big cloak, and cupped his hands. Even his head seemed to be buried in the thick fur of the collar of the big cloak, as if to resist the cold at night in spring.
Feng's voice was a little dull and indifferent, and he spoke slowly, as if he was chatting about the dog of Ah San and Ah Si.
"Why?" Fei Qian had just taken over the situation. There were so many things and things to do. He hadn't had time to pay attention to the Zhong family's affairs. He just heard that the Zhong family and his son were fighting to the death on the city. It was considered that they had not insulted the blood of the men in Guanzhong.
The name of courage.
"I am getting older, and I was poisoned by fire when I was in battle..." Pang Tong said, "A certain person has sent someone in the name of the king and sent a team of soldiers to jointly protect the Zhong family... Well, I don't know what you think can be done.
Which words are appropriate?”
"What suggestions do you have?" Fei Qian nodded. A team is fifty people. The size of a team. The average school captain's private security guard has this number. Therefore, Pang Tong deployed it without prior notification.
, it is also within the scope of authority, and it is a normal thing, and it is also an attitude of showing Fei Qian to the family, which can reassure people and does a good job.
However, Fei Qian was a little curious about what Pang Tong would say about Zhong Shao.
Elegy, also known as elegies, is actually a posthumous title. It originated from the Western Zhou Dynasty. It was originally one or two words that were extremely concise, so it was called a word. However, later people felt that one or two words could not fully express themselves.
His style became longer and longer, and finally it became an elegiac couplet in later generations...
One kind of posthumous title is officially finalized, that is, it will be written into the history of Qing Dynasty, and is called official posthumous title. The other kind, like Pang Tong's, is a folk evaluation of a certain character, which is called posthumous title.
It is a private posthumous title. This is basically the same as the situation in later generations. The official will give it to the official, and the people will make their own assessments.
It's just that for someone of Fei Qian's current level, the posthumous title given to him must have some weight...
"Zhuang and Ping are two different words..." Pang Tong snorted in his cloak.
"Zhuang Ping..." Fei Qian also smiled and said, "That's right... the deceased is the most important, so that's it..."
"Since the father-in-law has passed away, if you have time, you should still go and express your condolences..." Pang Tong said slowly, "The gentry in Guanzhong have nothing to rely on at the moment, and this is the opportunity to win over..."
Fei Qian nodded, stood on the city with his hands behind his back, looked into the distance and said: "Condolences are also appropriate, but it's just about trying to win over... Let's leave it for now... There are more important things to do now..."
Pang Tong followed Fei Qian's gaze and saw Li Guan standing next to the wooden cage with his teeth and claws waving, and said, "Hanmen?"
Although it is said that the status quo of some nobles is to be changed, it does not mean that they will kill everyone with swords and guns when they see them, with a fierce look on their face, holding the banner of death for those who disobey, and fighting with all the nobles with open swords and guns.
Instead of fighting to the bitter end, use the differentiation of interests. It is best to use the nobles to do it themselves.
Although fear will scare a group of cowards, once a person overcomes the fearful mentality, he will become stronger than before and less likely to give in to fear...
Otherwise, Bald Qiang would have won long ago.
If you are strong, you will get tired easily, but if you are soft, you will last a long time.
So it is the right time to use the banner of the poor and run-down families like Li Guan. The old brand name of the Zhong family has fallen, and it is at a time when people are panicking. The banner of Zhengxi naturally has an extremely attractive appeal to these poor families.
"No..." Fei Qian smiled and said directly without showing off, "We need to prevent the plague first..."
"Huh? Heat protection?" Pang Tongyi didn't understand for a moment and frowned in confusion.
"...Spring has arrived, and it is rainy and dark..." Fei Qian saw that Pang Tong was a little confused and said, "...Do you remember the Guanzhong plague last year?"
"...Starting from tomorrow, we will clean up the surrounding areas, evacuate the refugees, and collect the corpses. Whenever a Han soldier dies, they will be collected and buried; as for the others, they will be gathered and burned... This matter cannot be delayed, and it is the top priority..." Fei
Qian continued, "...If you ignore it, plague will easily occur..."
"...Guanzhong...will there be a big epidemic?" Pang Tong couldn't help but trembled and said, "If so, it must be given top priority..." Plague was something that could hardly be countered by human power in the Han Dynasty. It was equivalent to
It was like a natural disaster, so even though Pang Tong was smart, he was a little shocked when he heard the word "plague".
"Well, as for these guys? Let them dry for now..." Fei Qian flicked the sleeves of his shirt, then walked under the city with his hands behind his back, and said half-jokingly, "The cool breeze blows on the spring night, which is perfect for admiring the moon and flowers.
It's a good time... Can Shi Yuan have some fun to travel with us?"
It is said that one is admiring the moon and flowers, but of course it cannot really be just to see some flowers and the moon.
Instead, look at a city.
Doucheng.
Chang'an City is in the shape of a Beidou in the north and a South Dipper in the south, so it is nicknamed Doucheng.
It's just that now Chang'an City has lost its splendor and lacks the grace and splendor of its heyday. It looks like an old woman with a yellowish face. We can only guess the beauty of her heyday from the outline.
After Emperor Guangwu, the economic and cultural center of the country gradually concentrated in Luoyang, with Chang'an as the capital. After Guangwu, these dozen emperors did not really visit Chang'an a few times, so naturally no one would bother to correct it.
, it’s already good with just a little maintenance on the surface.
"Gaozu established Changle, Emperor Hui built the city wall, Emperor Wu built Mingguang and Shanglin, which lasted nearly a hundred years...and then..." Fei Qian stood on the long street in front of the palace, looking at a corner of Changle Palace, and said slowly,
"Then it was gone..."
Kunming Lake was filled with silt, and Shanglin Garden was gradually swallowed up by the imperial garden. Just like the current imperial court of the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was riddled with holes.
"Junhou, do you want to open the palace gate?" Huang Xu asked from the side.
Fei Qian shook his head and said: "Just take a walk outside and don't open the palace door. Just think of me as doing my duty as a minister tonight and patrolling Changle Palace..."
Just guard the glory of a man all night. After dawn, you will still have to do whatever you have to do.
Pang Tong's eyes flashed and he suddenly said: "In that case, take out the flag and line up! Patrol the city!"
Huang Xu heard this and turned to look at Fei Qian.
Fei Qian thought for a while, sighed, and said: "That's fine, just follow Shiyuan..."
"Wei!" Huang Xu accepted the order and turned around to gather his soldiers.
Fei Qian glared at Pang Tongyi and whispered: "I originally only wanted to see the scenery and take a rest, but you turned it into a show... Sigh..."
Pang Tong laughed twice and whispered: "What's so good about these tattered rubbles... By the way, what is 'sitting embroidery', sitting and embroidering?"
Fei Qian coughed and said: "Well, it's 'sitting embroidery'. Sitting and embroidering in public... Do you think it's uncomfortable or not?"
"What's so uncomfortable about embroidery? I see, don't those women embroider almost every day?" Pang Tong suddenly cast his eyes over, looked up and down Fei Qian a few times, and suddenly smiled, "...I understand! It's really 'sitting embroidery'.
', this is a good word, this is a really good saying... Well, 'sitting on embroidery', hahaha..."
The flag of General Zhengxi was raised high, and the three-color flags fluttered in the night wind.
Twenty cavalrymen lined up in two lines in front, followed by fifty heavily armored guards, protecting Fei Qian and Pang Tong in the middle, and then followed by thirty cavalrymen, forming a long queue.
"The general of the Han Dynasty's expedition to the west patrols the city!"
"Xianza retreat!"
"I said," Pang Tong said, looking up at the fluttering three-color flag and swaying on his horse, "I've always wanted to ask... why do you use three colors?"
"...Is this..." Fei Qian coughed, rolled his eyelids, and said without changing his expression, "Blue symbolizes the sky, but also symbolizes glory, calmness and endless exploration; cyan symbolizes the earth, and also symbolizes
With harvest, strength and eternal hope; red..."
The cyan color of the Han Dynasty was not the light color of later generations, but indigo, a darker color almost similar to blue-black.
"Symbolizes people? Flames? Blood and battle?" Pang Tong said inferences.
"Well, well, hehe... So the red is in the middle, which means we Han people..." Fei Qian smiled and said, "Stand upright! How about it?"
"That's right!" Pang Tong looked at the flag with bright eyes and couldn't help but praise, "Tsk, tsk, amazing, um, amazing... the people of heaven and earth..."
Fei Qian laughed twice, and secretly glanced at the tricolor flag. Well, even without Pang Tong asking, he didn't realize that such a tricolor flag had such a special symbolic meaning...
Well, I must have thought this way originally, it must be so.
"Everyone, do you understand?" Pang Tong suddenly raised his arms high, pointed at the flag, and shouted loudly to the left and right: "Blue is the sky! Blue is the earth! We were born between heaven and earth, and we should stand up to the sky and the earth.
, so as not to insult the name of our Han people!"
"Wei!" Almost at the same time, the soldiers in the queue looked at the three-color flag, subconsciously raised their swords in greeting, and said in unison, "Stand upright to the heaven and the earth, so that we can live up to the name of the Han people!"
"What? You can't hear me!" Pang Tong yelled almost without a teacher.
"Stand upright to the heaven and the earth! We will not be humiliated! We! The name of the Han people!"
The soldiers guarding the left and right, even Huang Xu, stretched his neck and shouted loudly with his veins exposed.
The sound was like muffled thunder, rolling across Changle Palace and rushing in all directions to the west...
At this time, it was the time of trance. Many people in Chang'an City finally took a breath after seeing the rioters outside the city being pacified. They were exhausted and prepared to rest. Although it was not completely silent, they suddenly heard such an explosion from Chang'an.
The sky rolled past the city, and many people were so frightened that they fell off their couches.
"Standing upright?"
"Don't insult the name of the Han people?"
That night, many people stood or sat in small clothes, standing still for a while. It wasn't until they sneezed repeatedly that they realized what they were doing and got into bed. But even so, they were still tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep...
