As expected, Han Sui came with his soldiers when the rain had subsided.
Horns of different lengths sounded one after another, flags of various colors representing different meanings were moving staggered, the neighing of war horses and the shouts of soldiers resounded throughout the battlefield. It seemed that a war was about to break out, and a depressing atmosphere enveloped the surrounding areas.
It's a little difficult to breathe.
Han Sui almost came out in full force. Once the number of people increased, it was difficult to count them. They could only estimate based on the battle flags representing each department. At a rough look, it seemed that there should be 8,000 to 10,000 troops, which was quite a lot.
The momentum is impressive.
Han Sui sat on the horse, with thin strands of rain falling on his face.
The news of Cheng Gongying's defeat was received a few days ago, which was enough to make Han Sui depressed. Unexpectedly, yesterday he received news from Cheng Gongying again, saying that the tribes of Xiliang were quarreling and arguing in Tianshui.
No soldiers were sent to support at all...
The horn sounded, and the guards on the side reminded in a low voice: "General, the left and right wings are already in place..."
Han Sui looked up at the sky. Although it was rainy, the clouds were not thick. The sun formed a dazzling spot behind the thin clouds. Han Sui stared at the spot for a few seconds, then lowered his head, lowered his eyelids and retinas.
The remaining marks on his body swayed before his eyes like bloody scars, seeming to foreshadow something.
These damn guys!
Fei Qian, the general who conquered the West, was certainly hateful, but those Xiliang tribes who followed behind him, who were like rotten dogs, were even more disgusting and hated.
What is the purpose of conquering the West?
What is the purpose of taking Guanzhong?
Isn’t it just land, wealth and power?
If we cannot defeat Zhengxi and occupy Guanzhong, where will the land, wealth and power come from?
A Xiliang that is shabby, poor, and barren, a Xiliang that hangs out with barbarians and cattle and sheep all day long, a Xiliang that has no scriptures to recite, and a Xiliang that has no clear poems and books, what is there to fight for?
Yeah, what's there to care about?
The muscles on Han Sui's cheeks twitched a few times, and even his beard trembled.
My background is not good, and I don’t have any famous people in my ancestors. Unlike some guys, they can always say that their ancestors have served as officials for thousands of stones, two thousand stones, and even three. The reason why I can get to the position I am today is all because of my own steps.
Step by step, he fought for it little by little. He didn't want to dominate Xiliang, nor did he want to dominate the world. He just thought that although his ancestors were not San Gong, would it be possible for him to fight for a San Huai Hall?
It would be great if Ma Shoucheng was still here.
At least now I won't be so overwhelmed.
Ma Chao is obviously an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf. Although he can be regarded as brave and good at fighting, if his troops are seriously damaged, this guy is obviously not as reassuring as Ma Shoucheng. He might eat him in one bite.
It is possible for all the people and horses to...
And calculating the time, it should be almost there, but why hasn’t this guy arrived yet? Haven’t sent the signal yet?
But we can’t wait any longer, otherwise things will change.
Cheng Gongying was not qualified enough to suppress the Xiliang tribes, so Han Sui had to go alone. But once he left Qishan, it meant that no one could stop Fei Qian here, so he had to do it first to cooperate.
After riding his horse to overtake him, he gave Zheng Xifei a fierce attack. If he could kill, he would kill him. If he couldn't kill, it would be okay to defeat him and defeat him. Only then could he seize the victory to suppress the fluctuating Xiliang tribes, and then take the victory.
Guanzhong!
Han Sui slowly raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and then smashed it down resolutely and decisively, as if he wanted to smash the camp of General Fei Qian in front of him: "Blow the trumpet! Attack!
"
"Woo...Woo..."
The sound of charging horns instantly resounded throughout the world.
Xu Huang, fully clothed and neatly dressed, stood under the flag of the front camp. Hearing the long sound of the attack horn from Han Sui's side, he took a deep breath, and then shouted in a deep voice: "
Mountain!"
Unmoving as a mountain.
The guards around Xu Huang put the big shield on the ground together, then struck the surface of the shield with their swords, making a clanging sound, and shouted in unison: "Mountain! Mountain! Mountain!"
The soldiers of the front camp stood behind the camp and blocked their horses. They also banged their shields with their swords, or drew their spears on the ground and shouted loudly: "Mountain! Mountain! Mountain!"
Han Sui's front line gradually separated, and the battle was about to break out...
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Everything that was noisy around seemed so close and yet so far away. The thin rain falling on my naked body was so numb that I had no consciousness.
Not long ago, he used to have a piece of clothing, but now, he doesn't have it.
Not long ago, he was originally a farmer in Guanzhong, but now, he is no longer.
Not long ago, he had a wife and a daughter, but now, they are both dead.
He always felt that this was a nightmare, a nightmare from which he didn't know when he would wake up.
He was just struggling in this nightmare...
There was chaos in Guanzhong some time ago, and there were refugees everywhere, with red eyes and crazy refugees. The beginning of the nightmare was when a group of refugees rushed into his village and his tile-roofed house.
Before he could speak, he was hit in the face by a stone, followed by a wooden stick hitting his head and his back, and then he passed out.
But when he woke up, he wished he was dead...
The horn sounded, and someone seemed to be shouting something, and then someone thrust a wooden shovel into his hand. He didn't even look at it, so he naturally grabbed it and found the most convenient one.
In the position that requires the least effort, the waist is slightly bent, just like the posture he is most accustomed to doing for decades.
A hand waved in front of his eyes, pointing forward.
"Go up! Go up! Fill the hole in front of the camp! Hurry! Go!"
He looked in the direction of his finger. Before he could find the focus, he was pushed hard on his back. The injury that was not completely healed was aching, making him stumble forward involuntarily.
Follow the people in front and start walking...
By the way, before he could not help but follow others like this, go, go, go...
Went to Longyou.
Went to Xiliang.
Then he was arrested.
He staggered forward, trembling slightly, and his cloudy eyes were unfocused.
The door of the house was broken down, sawdust flew in the air, his wife fell in the yard, his daughter died in the house, torn pieces of clothes were all over the floor, and there were bruises and blood all over his body. Pictures shook in front of his eyes frame by frame.
It glowed, flickered, and filled his entire field of vision.
Why didn't I find a hoe or a rake at that time, like the wooden rake I was holding in my hand, or...
He knew that there was a sickle used to harvest crops in the yard, but he didn't know why he didn't get it at that time.
Why didn't you go get it?
He thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out, but he seemed to be thinking vaguely. When he couldn't help but follow the strange crowd, it seemed that people were dying around him, and it seemed that someone was stuffing him with something to eat, but he couldn't help but think about it.
I don't even remember, and I don't know how he survived. Maybe he was actually dead at the beginning of the nightmare, and only this question is left lingering.
Ah, one more question.
He remembered that he seemed to have passed through some towns and saw the soldiers holding swords and guns and wearing battle robes and armor on the city, and he couldn't help but have another question...
What are these soldiers doing?
Two questions.
Or, if you figure it out, you can escape this nightmare...
In the noisy voice, someone shouted from behind: "Hurry up! Run! Fill in those holes. After filling them in, there will be food and everything will be fine! Those who don't leave will die!"
Suddenly, a piercing scream sounded around him, which seemed to hurt not only his ears, but also his soul. He couldn't help but run, staggering forward with a wooden spade.
The piercing screams are still ringing, continuous, high or low, just like the screams of his wife and daughter before death...
More sounds and greater chaos made his head buzz. He accidentally stepped on the ground. Before he could get up, someone stepped heavily on his back, and then stepped on him again.
on the ground.
One foot, two feet.
Countless feet.
"Ahem..."
He coughed up a black blood clot, as if something had been coughed up.
Why?
do what?
Even taking a breath seemed to make his whole body tremble with pain, but these two questions were still colliding in his mind.
He was swaying, just like his ancestors struggled to get up as long as they had a breath. He struggled to stand up again, but there was a roar in the air and a huge push brought him up.
, pushed to the ground.
An arrow flew from the camp and shot into his chest.
He was nailed to the ground.
The boundless darkness gradually enveloped him, but a smile appeared on his numb face.
It's great, it seems like I can wake up from this nightmare...
And behind his smile, around his corpse, naked or semi-naked people who were almost the same as him were still running, still screaming, and still dying...
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Fei Qian frowned deeply as he watched Han Sui's troops drive away the refugees they captured from who knows where, rushing in waves to fill the holes, consuming his own arrows.
There were large horse traps in front of the camp, as well as small pits as big as bowls. It was obvious that Han Sui knew this through Ma Chao, so he came prepared and specially captured such a group of refugees to deal with them.
And on our side, we had to brave the huge trouble of longbows soaked by the rain to shoot these refugees in front of the camp. Otherwise, if these refugees attacked the camp, the number of casualties would not be just one or two.
The problem is, damn Han Sui and Han Wenyue, although it is true that everyone relies on their abilities on the battlefield and conspiracies are not wrong, but what is the difference between this kind of behavior and those barbarians who invaded the border and drove the Han people to attack the city and build a stronghold?
?!
Han Sui Hanwen Yue, damn are you a Han or a Hu person?!
"Korean promise!" Looking at the miserable situation of the refugees in front of him, Fei Qian suddenly couldn't hold back his breath and shouted angrily, "You have no courage, you are treason and harming the country! Go against the sky above, kill the good below! Abandon the remaining soldiers and argue below,
Swords and spears are thrown all over the ground! The soldiers are heartbroken and bile, and the rats are scurrying while the wolves are busy! They can only be trapped in Qishan Mountain, and they can only run rampant in the capital of Guizhou! Han Wen Yue! How can you have the face to meet the father of Xiliang, and how can you have the face to join the Han Dynasty
To the court! The waves of your evil resound throughout the world, your sins are so deep that they are spread throughout the world!"
Fei Qian spoke clearly and his voice was high and clear. Even among the noisy sounds around him, he could still be heard clearly by Li Ru and the guards around him.
Li Ru laughed loudly and cheered in a hoarse voice. He ordered his soldiers to repeat Fei Qian's words loudly, and at the same time he had people fetch light-colored Gebu and pen and ink. He didn't care about the drizzle and the drizzle, and the pen moved around in the blink of an eye.
He wrote Fei Qian's words on Gebu and asked people to hang them up immediately.
Over the camp, accompanied by repeated sounds over and over again, two huge cloth strips were hung high and spread out in the air. Although the rain was not heavy, it gradually moistened the Gebu, and the ink characters on it slowly
It was slowly fainted, and black marks were shed under the font. At first glance, it seemed as if every word was crying and flowing with black tears of blood...
Although most of the Qiang people who followed Han Sui did not understand Chinese characters and did not know what the words on the banner meant, they watched Han Sui's face become more and more purple, and the faces of the Xiliang Han people around him became more and more white.
, more or less knew that what was said on that piece of cloth was not a good thing, so they couldn't help but hesitate a little, gathered together in a chattering manner, and started talking about it.
The offensive slowed down involuntarily, and suddenly everyone's eyes were focused on Han Sui.
Han Sui looked at the Ge cloth strips flying above the camp in the distance, and at the big ink characters on them that were gradually blurred out. He felt the blood in his heart surge upwards, and then he desperately tried to suppress this breath.
, not letting himself be controlled by the violent emotions, his whole body was shaking for a moment, and he couldn't even say a word.
The military commander next to Han Sui glanced around at the surrounding soldiers, and his heart sank. Although everyone was standing still, the uneasy expressions on their faces and eyes were getting stronger and stronger.
, the swords and guns that many people had held high unconsciously dropped down, and Lada was on the ground.
"Brothers, stand up straight and puff up your chest..." The military lord subconsciously raised his hands and shouted loudly, "Go forward, cheer up and fight the enemy bravely..." But his voice was so subtle that it seemed that he could not stop the enemy.
He rarely heard it himself.
"Poof!" Han Sui couldn't hold it back after all. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and staggered twice on his horse.
"General! General!" Han Sui's guard turned pale with fright and hurriedly stepped forward.
"It's okay..." Han Sui raised his arm, spread his fingers, and then stared fiercely at the camp in the distance, seeming to be staring at someone under the Gebu strips in the camp, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "
Come here! Blow the trumpet! Fight in for me! I will cut off the head of the little thief from Zhengxi with my own hands!"
