In a corner of the inner courtyard, on the high platform of the pavilion.
Huang Yueying wore a formal red and black dress and a large cloak, and stood leaning on the railing.
The huge cheers climbed over the government office wall, jumped on the roof tiles, and then rushed straight to the high platform, shaking Huang Yueying's sleeves and skirts.
Huang Yueying looked into the distance.
That side should be the direction where your husband is.
Presumably at this moment, it is my husband who is being cheered by everyone on the high platform...
It was too far away, and I could only vaguely see some colorful spots, but I couldn't see the people clearly.
Somewhat depressed.
Huang Yueying looked at the grand, complicated, and equally gorgeous clothes she was wearing, and sighed softly.
It was so lively, and I really wanted to see it with my own eyes. It was a pity that I could no longer stand on top of the plow my father had built and peek through the wall like I did back then.
A thin voice sounded behind her. Huang Yueying turned around and saw Cai Yan walking up the stairs.
"Well, didn't you just say that you couldn't tell?" Huang Yueying teased.
"The sound was too loud..." Cai Yan smiled slightly, "I couldn't help it."
Huang Yueying laughed, and then moved a little to the side to make room for Cai Yan. "It's windy here, but you can't actually see it."
The high platform in the Han Dynasty was only relatively higher than the flat house. It was probably about the height of the third floor in later generations. At this height, if you want to see clearly outside the Huqifu Yamen, or further away
The situation on Zhuque Xuanwu Street is almost impossible.
Of course, there are higher ones, such as the watchtower for sentries and scouts, but that thing is inconvenient to get up and down, and the place is too small to allow a few people to stand.
Cai Yan walked to Huang Yueying, looked around, and then nodded, "Indeed... I can only see some flags and colorful silks... and they are too far away..."
"Hmm..." Huang Yueying pondered for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands, "By the way, there is a telescope! New style! I... um, ink fountain! Go to my room and get the telescope from the paint box!"
Mo Dou responded, then turned around and walked down the stairs.
Cai Yan turned around and glanced, "What? Your husband has confiscated her yet?"
Huang Yueying curled her lips, "This stupid Mo Dou, last time... I asked her to wear thin clothes to show off in front of her husband, but she wore less clothes. As a result... when she got to her husband, she actually sneezed! That snot is all over her nose.
...It made me want to strangle her to death on the spot...Where are you? Serving the book? Holding the piano?"
Cai Yan shook his head slightly.
"Well..." Huang Yueying sighed slightly, "This matter... oh, sometimes I don't know what to say..."
Ever since Yami entered the Husband's Mansion, Huang Yueying and Cai Yan felt an invisible threat, and then they felt that instead of taking advantage of the foreigner, it was better to make arrangements for the foreigner first.
Not long after, Mo Dou came back with the telescope, but behind her, there were still a few people, who seemed to be the Yami that Huang Yueying and Cai Yan were talking about just now.
"This person is really careless. Whoever you talk about is the one who comes..." Huang Yueying rolled her eyes covertly, "Let them go to the other high platform and don't come to squeeze with us."
Han buildings are generally symmetrical, so there are high platforms on the left and right.
Under the high platform, Yami saluted Huang Yueying and Cai Yan with a somewhat stiff and awkward posture, and then ran towards another high platform.
"It seems that we still need to learn more about this etiquette..." After Huang Yueying glanced at Yami, she turned her attention to the telescope again, squinting and turning the monocular to adjust the focus, "This is
Newly made... using the latest colored glaze... Well, my husband said it should be called glass... Ha! I saw it!"
When Cai Yan heard this, his slender fingers moved slightly, but in the end he held back and did not move.
"I saw it...hehe..." Huang Yueying smiled, then stretched out her hand to tug Cai Yan's sleeve. It took a moment to react and handed the binoculars over, "Hey! In that direction! It's a pity that my husband doesn't turn around.
...』
Cai Yan smiled and said nothing, but squinted one eye and went to the telescope to look, and then quickly found Fei Qian's figure.
Under the flags fluttering, Fei Qian was standing on the high platform, waving to the front...
Then there was another huge wave of sound rolling in.
"It's so lively..."
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"..." On the stone steps at the street entrance, Lu Yu looked at the rolling torrent of steel in front of him and murmured something.
Guan Ning, who was on the side, seemed to hear something, but seemed not to hear anything, so he asked, "What did you say just now?"
"I said," Lu Yu raised his voice, still looking forward, "I know why my father lost back then!"
Guan Ning was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. He turned to look at Lu Yu, and then his throat slipped, but he didn't say anything. In the end, he stared blankly at the military formations rolling past in front of him, feeling speechless.
At that time, Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty appointed Lu Zhi as Beizhonglang General and led the soldiers from the five schools of the Northern Army to Jizhou to quell the Yellow Turban Army.
At first, Lu Zhi won consecutive battles, and Zhang Jiao led his army to retreat to Guangzong County and defend the city. Lu Zhi led his army to surround Guangzong County, dug trenches, made siege equipment, and prepared to attack the city. At this time, Liu Hong sent
Zuo Feng of the Xiaohuang clan went to Lu Zhi's army to inspect his work. Someone advised Lu Zhi to bribe Zuo Feng, but Lu Zhi refused. Zuo Feng did not get any benefits, so he held a grudge. In June, after Zuo Feng returned to Luoyang, he slandered Liu Hongjin,
Liu Hong was furious and issued an edict to remove Lu Zhi from his post and escort him back to Luoyang in a prison car. He appointed Dong Zhuo as Dongzhonglang General and succeeded Lu Zhi in pacifying the Yellow Turban Army in Jizhou...
This is the moment when the fates of Lu Zhi and Dong Zhuo intersect.
When Dong Zhuo entered the capital and was domineering in Luoyang, Lu Zhi thought more than once that if Lu Zhi himself could capture Zhangjiao under Guangzong County, maybe the entire Han Dynasty would not be facing the abyss behind.
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although the soldiers commanded by Lu Zhi at that time were from the five schools of the Northern Army, that is, the five battalions of Tunqi, Yueqi, Infantry, Changshui, and Shesheng, according to
Logically speaking, these five battalions should have been the strongest, best-equipped, and most morale Central Forbidden Army of the Han Dynasty at that time. However, in fact, these five battalions were lax in training and weak in physical strength. They only relied on more excellent soldiers than the Yellow Turban Thieves.
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Moreover, beside Lu Zhi, there was Wuhuan Zhonglang who served as his deputy.
What if the people beside Lu Zhi at that time were not the fifth battalion of the Northern Army with a huge reputation, but these elites who had fought in hundreds of battles in front of him? What if his deputies did not have different intentions, but were loyal generals with one heart and one mind?
So will Lu Zhi's fate and the big man's fate be completely different?
His father, even when he died, never cursed the big man. He was just regretting that he missed the opportunity. But now Lu Yu has seen with his own eyes that Lu Zhi's wish has become a reality before his eyes!
This can be regarded as the powerful army of the Han Dynasty!
A mighty force, a powerful army sweeping across the world!
if……
Lu Yu thought about it, but found that she didn't know when her face burst into tears.
Father, have you seen it?
The powerful army of the Han Dynasty that I will talk about until my death!
But not in the Northern Army, not in Luoyang, but here...
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In the middle of Zhuque Street.
Ma Yan's body was as steady as a mountain, but his slightly gray beard was trembling slightly.
If someone had told him a few years ago that he could become a general today, or even be able to do so in front of thousands of people, surrounded by endless cheers and envious eyes, Ma Yan would have given that person a few big words.
, let him wake up.
But now, Ma Yan feels like she is dreaming...
Sweet dreams.
The kind of sweet dream you never want to wake up from.
In a daze, Ma Yan seemed to see the bloody Shura field in his heart again.
That was Shangjun, that was his former home.
That was a nightmare that he couldn't forget...
At the foot of the mountain, as far as the eye can see, there are corpses scattered everywhere. The Bingzhou soldiers, which the Han people were once most proud of, are exposed in the wilderness like this. I don’t know whether it is out of hatred or to show off, but those barbarians are not so kind as to give up.
They buried the remains, only took away the armor and weapons they wanted, and left the corpses lying there. A few miles away, the strong smell of rotting corpses in the air was unbearable.
To be nauseated.
And he crawled out from the pile of bones.
In the distance, a broken flag stood slanted in the sunset. The evening breeze rolled up the flag, and the words "Great Han Du Liao" were still faintly visible. The flag was still there, but the soldier holding the flag had long since fallen.
Large groups of carnivorous vultures swarmed the sky, rising and falling one after another, screaming strangely as if to celebrate their good luck.
A vulture rushed towards Ma Yan, seeming to think that Ma Yan was also a corpse.
Ma Yan slashed subconsciously, but found that there was no weapon in his hand!
Countless cheers brought Ma Yan back to reality. He stretched out his hand and the sun shone on his black light armor. It seemed to absorb all the brilliance and also shone on his hand. He could see clearly that he was painting.
Under the black-painted palms, there are hands wearing leather gloves, which are clean without any dust, let alone the blood that cannot be removed from the memory.
The people who were watching thought that the horse extended his hand to salute them, so they started to make more noise, making a deafening sound that made their eardrums buzz.
Yes, Ma Yan clenched his fists, as if he wanted to hold the happiness, glory, and everything in front of him tightly in his hands, hold them in his hands, and keep them in his heart!
Let this warm and shuddering feeling wash away the shame and sadness of the year!
In February of the first year of Zhongping, the Yellow Turbans were in chaos.
Countless soldiers from Bingzhou and Liangzhou were deployed to suppress the Yellow Turbans.
In August, the Yellow Turbans were defeated, and the Han Dynasty temporarily stabilized the situation. However, an even greater catastrophe unfolded in the northwest, that is, the Xiqiang Rebellion.
Many tribes of the Xiqiang lived in the Hehuang area for a long time and fought a hundred-year war with the Han Dynasty.
Such a long time made the Han Dynasty exhausted.
When the Han Dynasty was strong, the Western Qiang tribes often fought against each other for resources. The Han Dynasty defeated the Western Qiang tribes several times, and also settled some of the surrendered Western Qiang in the Longyou area of Longxi outside the Pass, mainly Beidi County.
.As soldiers from Liangbing Prefecture and other places were mobilized, and it was discovered that the national power of the Han Dynasty was weakening, the Western Qiang tribes began to join forces to cause chaos in the northwest area, in Longxi, Wudu, and the Hanyang border.
Not only that, it was not just the Xiqiang who saw the weakness of the big men.
Immediately triggered the Yinshan Xianbei movement southward...
At that time, Ma Yan led the army and led the county soldiers to attack Xianbei.
After chasing Xianbei into the high loess slope area of the North, the Xianbei people were as agile as fish entering the water.
The place that was supposed to be the Han people has become the territory of the Xianbei people.
The leader of the army was Ma Yan, but he was not the one who called the shots.
The Yang family who is eager to perform and win...
Ma Yan persuaded him to return, but was scolded and insulted.
As a result, because he was eager to defeat the enemy, he fell into the trap of the Xianbei people.
The Xianbei people were familiar with every fold of this high loess slope. On the contrary, these ravines washed out by rain made the pursuit of Ma Yan and others miserable and difficult.
Coupled with the unfamiliar terrain, it often happens that we set off in the morning in the hazy mist. As a result, we have to walk hard all day long until dusk falls on the rugged and winding mountain road, only to find that we are back to where we were two days ago.
In front of the remains of the bonfire left by the camp at night.
They had no guide, and the only map they had was drawn ten years ago.
Moreover, Ma Yan didn't think Mr. Yang could understand the style of the map, because he repeatedly found Mr. Yang looking at the map upside down, as if he didn't know which way was north...
It is not that Ma Yan has not considered hiring a guide, but it is extremely difficult for them to encounter people. Even if they encounter scattered Southern Huns, it is difficult to communicate, especially since the Yang family is always gesticulating in front of those Southern Huns, and then those Southern Huns
The Huns looked like idiots, or looked at them with dull eyes, which made Ma Yan feel panicked.
Eventually even the Southern Huns joined the ranks of the Xianbei!
Let’s go south and plunder together!
Because the Hu people discovered that there was such a Yang clan leader as the leader of the Han people! And such a Han leader led Ma Yan and others into the trap step by step!
Although Ma Yan already had a death wish in his heart, when he and his soldiers tried their best to resist the barbarians who rushed forward like locusts, Yang Shizi escaped...
The Yang family was the first one to escape!
Not even an extra layer of equipment!
The one who stayed to resist the Xianbei and the Southern Huns was the stupid warrior and commoner Baiding who shouted and insulted the Yang family every day!
Ma Yan led the last group of soldiers to resist. He asked his sixteen-year-old child to drop his sword and gun and pretend to be an ordinary citizen to escape.
But his child agreed verbally, but followed behind his back.
His children said that he was a man from Beidi and a soldier from Shangjun, but he was definitely not an escaped Ma family man!
He beat him, scolded him, and then hugged him while crying.
Then there was a bloody battle.
The final bloody battle...
The sky is blood-colored.
The mountains are the color of blood.
My heart is also bloody.
Ma Yan fought until he was exhausted and fell down. The Hu people thought he was dead, but he crawled out among the dead with scars all over his body. But it was better for him to be dead than to be alive.
He held the body of his child and wailed in the blood everywhere...
The injuries on his body gradually healed, but the scars in his heart kept bleeding.
Ma Yan longed for revenge one day, but he waited until news of the relocation of the Shangjun government office.
The superior county is gone, so why keep the name of the administrative office?
From that moment on, Ma Yan put away all his armor.
Until one day, a young man knocked on his door...
He was said to be the county governor.
A young man with only a few beards becomes a county magistrate?
Didn't the children of the aristocratic family come here to do some tricks? They randomly led some soldiers to kill some people, and then pretended to be the head of a barbarian to report their merits. Soon they got promoted and made a fortune, leaving Ma Yan and the others in Shangjun again?
Then Ma Yan drove him out and closed the courtyard door.
But in the end, Ma Yan still couldn't hold back the meager hope and desire for revenge in her heart.
Ma Yan raised his head.
Above the head is a bright tricolor flag.
Just like the flag flying outside that small camp.
"May I ask Lord Fei, why are you here?"
He asked this back then.
At that time, he said, "Because we are all Han people..."
"Whether you are in Sili, Hedong, or even Shangjun or Jingxiang, they all have the same name, they are all called Han people!"
"We are all Han Chinese, we are friends, brothers and relatives!"
"We stand here, gathered together, not because we are warlike, but because we cannot forget our former homeland, and we cannot forget the land that we Han people once had!"
"We Han people don't bully others, so don't bully us either!"
"Even if we bully someone, these barbarians still can't fucking bully us!"
Unknowingly, Ma Yan's eyes started to heat up and he saw the figure on the high platform in the distance.
The figure seemed to glow when it was bathed in the sunlight, which made Ma Yan's eyes red and even his vision seemed a little hazy...
They really need such a person, such a leader.
You don't need to have strong martial arts skills, nor do you need to rush to the front line every time. You just need that when Ma Yan and the others are fighting on the front line, this person will not turn around and run away...
Therefore, even when Fei Qian led a lone and weak brigade deep into Shangjun, everyone knew that there would be no follow-up supplies. Within a thousand miles, in addition to the Xianbei people, the Baibo Army, and the Southern Huns who did not distinguish between friends and foes,
There might even be "friendly forces" shooting cold arrows from behind, but Ma Yan and the others still persisted and moved forward!
The only driving force that supported the entire army's continued advance was Fei Qian's firm will.
As a county guard, he shared the same clothes and food as the soldiers, gnawing on unpalatable wild vegetables, struggling in the wind and sand, rolling in the sand, sitting by the campfire laughing loudly like an ordinary soldier, and working tirelessly at night.
He personally took Huang Chengmayan and other officers to check the posts and take turns. He was the last one to fall asleep every night and the first one to get up every day.
Therefore, it is very simple. Ma Yan and others support him and execute every order he issues with all their heart.
Even if you know you have to face danger and challenge death.
Under such leadership, even death is worth it!
At that time, there was no sophisticated equipment or abundant logistics like today. The soldiers were hungry, lean, tired, and in ragged clothes. But even so, they were still considered the most elite troops in Bingzhou Shangjun!
Every time they heard the sound of the trumpet, the soldiers immediately became more energetic, their faces miraculously glowed red, their eyes sparkled, and their morale was high!
Ma Yan knew that the brilliance in his eyes and the morale in his heart were what Fei Qian brought to them——
hope!
Just like the three-color flag fluttering in the sun, it is always gorgeous.
Ma Yan raised his arms towards the dazzling figure on the high platform, and roared heartbreakingly, "Big man, mighty! Hussars, victorious!"
The soldiers behind Ma Yan also shouted loudly.
"Big man!"
"mighty!"
"Hussars!"
"Wonderful victory!"
The light and shadow also reached out to respond, and the gentle voice came faintly amidst the din in the sky.
"You have worked hard……"
What responded to him was a sound like the waves.
Layers upon layers, it’s like the heaven and earth are roaring together.
