Things in the world are often difficult to have both ways.
Perfect things often exist in blessings or dreams.
Just like the Ding Ling people in Liaodong.
The Ding Ling people who are still drunk and dreaming...
What do you hate most when you are drunk and dreaming?
Of course he was the one who woke them up.
In their original dream, conquering Liaodong was like realizing a long-standing dream, and their living standards in terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation were greatly improved, as if they had ascended to heaven.
It's just that in the paradise in mythology, there is no need to consider production, just like the martial arts in martial arts books do not have to work. A lot of money will fall for no reason, just like when a prince meets a princess, Cinderella is cool.
The prince charming you meet will definitely not be Tang Seng.
But the reality is cruel.
The value of looted items is particularly low.
It's not that the original value of these things is low, but because there is almost nothing that requires effort to obtain, they are consumed very quickly, whether it is utensils, food, or population.
Now the Ding Ling people have occupied most of the cities in Liaodong, and they herd horses in the cultivated land outside the city, allowing cattle and sheep to graze freely. As for Zhuang He and other things, the Ding Ling people said what is that? They still have to work hard.
Waiting for a year to mature? It’s less troublesome than raising cattle and sheep!
When the clothes were torn, I just robbed them. I couldn't grab them, so I remembered that the Han people could weave. When I went to look for them again, I found that the loom had been burned, and the women who were weavers had either been robbed by others, or
was killed.
Things like this happened in various places in the areas occupied by the Dingling people.
It is not that there are no wise men among the Ding Ling people, and it is not that there are no orders issued to maintain local security, protect local production, etc., but the problem is that the Ding Ling people are not a whole, they are just a collection of tribes, and they will listen when it is beneficial.
They are superior to the commander-in-chief, but when there are greater benefits in front of them, they will forget the orders of the commander-in-chief and only focus on the benefits in front of them.
Anyway, I am not the only one...
So, that was it.
The rate of decay and decline in Liaodong is as fast as seeing it collapse.
The Ding Ling people climbed on Gongsun's body and feasted and drank, but few could see the crisis coming.
During the Western Han Dynasty, the land of the four Liaodong counties included most of the peninsula. Only a small area in the southeast corner called Chenhan was still independent. However, in the fifth year of Emperor Zhao's first year, Zhenfan County was abolished, and in the sixth year of Yuanfeng, it was again abolished.
Tunjun, and later withdrew most of Xuantujun. From then on, Lelangjun became the main Hanjun on the Korean Peninsula.
Gongsun's army retreated all the way, retreating directly from Lelang to the southern part of the peninsula.
At first, the Ding Ling people didn't care whether it was the Han Gongsun Army, the Zhenfan tribe, or Fuyu Canguo, they would fight them all anyway.
Nowadays, countless Ding Ling people's flags are flying in Wandu City, Liaodong. Red, green, blue, white, colorful, they are all Ding Ling people's flags.
That's right, there is no fixed color for the Ding Ling people's flag, any color will do.
The reason is actually very simple. It is because the dyeing process of the Ding Ling people is not very good. Many colors of fabrics are obtained from the Han people, so what can be obtained depends on the color, so you can't be too particular.
This fine tradition was passed down from the time of the Xiongnu. It passed through the hands of Xianbei and was handed over to the hands of the Dingling people. It may be passed down in the future, even though the dyeing process was already very common at that time. For example, the Eight Banners with big braids
, I will definitely sneer at the color revolution. I will wear a woolen sweater. All colors are my colors. There are eight colors in my braids...
The original wooden door of the county government lobby in Marando was demolished, and the threshold was cut off. It turned into firewood in the county government lobby, burning with a roar. After all, there are doors and thresholds, so you can't race, it's too
It's getting in the way.
The lobby of the county government office was surrounded by a circle of braided heads, with a bearskin spread on top. However, it was empty at this time and no one was sitting there. Because this man was standing in the lobby, roaring and waving.
The whip struck another person who was rolling on the ground.
The clothes of the man on the ground were torn, and his body was stained with blood. He was already dying. Every time he was hit by a whip, his body just shook instinctively, and his breath became weaker and weaker moment by moment. Behind the man on the ground, outside the lobby, there was still a kneeling figure.
Several Dingling-headed guys were all silent, with their heads on the ground, as if they were squeezing their heads and bodies into the cracks in the ground. None of the Dingling-headed people watching around dared to dissuade them, but occasionally
Look, and then quickly look away.
The great witch who was at the top of the hall was groping with a gloomy face, turning the colorful witch stick in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking about.
The person who was whipped to death by the leader of the Ding Ling people was none other than the Ding Ling left-behind general who fled from the Ding Ling royal court. He fled to Liaodong without losing his troops...
In fact, not many people died directly in the fighting on the spot, but during the escape process, the Hussar scouts quickly found their traces, and these fleeing Ding Ling people were worried that the large Han troops would follow closely.
Not only did they flee in panic again without having time to treat the wounded soldiers, but they even lost most of their supplies, cattle and sheep during the retreat. There were deserters scattered along the way. By the time they reached Liaodong, only a thousand people were left.
.
Most of these people were frightened out of their wits and trembled at the mention of the Han people. It was almost impossible to re-enter the battle without being defeated in a short time.
The leader of the Ding Ling people finally stopped and looked at the dying guy on the ground, feeling extremely resentful and said, "Come here! Drag him out! Chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"
Two or three Ding Ling guards rushed in, then dragged the man on the ground out, leaving a long red mark on the floor of the lobby.
The Ding Ling general who caused the problem was killed, but this did not solve the problem.
The problem still exists.
The commander returned angrily and sat on the bearskin, "Let's talk about it, what are we going to do?"
If a situation like this had happened a few years ago, a group of people would have shouted, "Go back and kill all the Han people. Then they would capture the Han generals, chop them into pieces, cut them into pieces, and take them."
Its skull drinks and pees etc…
Well, there is nothing wrong with drinking and peeing together. Of course, if you drink too much, you will urinate more.
But now, everyone is silent, not saying a word.
For a moment, it felt a little awkward.
Seeing that the commander was a little cold, he stared at the old wizard beside him and asked: "What does the prophet think of this Han army?"
The old wizard rubbed the five-colored scepter in his hand while squinting and said: "According to the reports, it seems that the three-color Han people are mixed with those damn Rouran people... Maybe there are other tribes... Changshengtian is good.
Erlang, have you all become the lackeys of the Han people?"
"Those who betray Changshengtian will not die well!"
"Damn Rouran people, damn them!"
"Buzzing..."
"What?"
After the old wizard opened his mouth, the other generals and leaders of Ding Ling also cursed angrily, with a bit more momentum. However, it felt more or less like a group of jackals barking far away from the lion.
The commander-in-chief seemed to have the same feeling, and asked impatiently: "I'm asking what you think! It's not about whether you should die or not!"
"This matter is still the supreme king. You have to make up your mind. It's not convenient for me to talk too much." The old wizard chuckled, "But since the king asked... the general of the three-color Han people is brave and cunning.
I'm afraid I can't beat them head-on... So I think it's better to wait for them to continue coming east, and then deal with them before it's too late."
The commander asked, "What if they don't come?"
At this time, a leader named Ding Ling said: "The Han people have recruited so many tribes. They will definitely not be idle and do nothing. Even if they don't come this time, they will come one day. We have plenty of opportunities to take revenge. There is no need to rush...
…』
Several other people nearby also spoke in agreement.
Do they really think the Han people will come to Liaodong?
Just half and half.
Some people even think that the Han people are too far away and most likely will not come here.
In fact, they are all a little worried about the so-called revenge, and it is quite worthless to take many lives. At present, the tribes have gained a lot in Liaodong, and no one is willing to fight hard.
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, these Han people are certainly hateful, but we are not in a hurry..."
"Yes, yes, if the Han people dare to come, we will definitely not spare them!"
"It's getting cold now, and it's hard to walk!"
"It's true, don't rush for a moment, don't rush for a moment!"
Anyway, the one who lost was the royal court, which was directly under the commander-in-chief. Although other tribes also suffered losses, the relationship was not very big.
"Your Majesty, let's get the real version first and then talk about it!"
"Yes, that's right. Take Zhenfan first, and then Lintun. Even if the Han people come, some of us will still have food! Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Commander Ding Ling looked around and saw that everyone's opinions were almost unanimous. He finally nodded and said: "Then we'll fight Zhenfan and Lintun first!"
"But..." the commander added, "We can't completely ignore the Han people. We need to send more scouts... in case the Han people come and we are unprepared!"
……┐(?～?)┌……
Real episode.
It is truly a place of aliens.
Below Shinban Castle, there was a shrill cry.
Groups of people, including Han Chinese and local indigenous people, who were arrested from the surrounding area were strung up in teams with ropes and driven outside the city wall, digging soil and filling the moat.
The Ding Ling people are indeed not good at attacking cities, but after attacking so many cities, they have slowly accumulated a lot of experience.
Commander Ding Ling stood on a high slope and looked at Zhenfan City in the distance.
In Zhenfan City, there is a combined army of Gongsun's remnant army and the local indigenous people, that is, the sticks of later generations. These people have been frightened by the Ding Ling people and do not dare to go out of the city to fight. Facing such a city, the Ding Ling people, of course, also
If you can't attack by force, don't attack by force. If you can take it down with threats and intimidation, that's naturally the best.
Perhaps other tribal leaders did not notice it, or even had too many feelings, but for the general, he felt that the attack on the Ding Ling Royal Court meant that the Ding Ling people had lost their roots...
A tribe that has lost its roots will have problems sooner or later.
It also means that if one more Ding Ling people die now, one will be missing.
"Your Majesty, look over there..." The old wizard next to the commander pointed to a city wall and said to the commander: "The broken city wall over there has been repaired by them and reinforced with water. It's only a few days ago.
God... there are more people on the wall. These people... really don't know whether to live or die..."
The leader of the Ding Ling people was silent for a while, and then said: "Prophet, when you were dealing with the Han people before... I always felt that you had some thoughts that you didn't say out loud..."
The old wizard nodded and said: "I do have some ideas... Enemies can become friends, and friends can also be enemies... Isn't this the case in the desert? There are many Han people now, and there must be enemies among these people.
, I also have friends...』
The commander-in-chief felt that something was not clear, so he frowned and said, "Can you explain it more clearly?"
The old wizard raised his chin slightly and pointed at Zhenfan City in the distance, "No matter how much you talk, why not see it with your own eyes... I want to use this city and give it a try..."
"That's it..." The commander thought for a while and nodded, "Then it's up to you. But don't get too far forward, be careful of the Han's arrows missing!"
The old wizard showed his yellow, black and incomplete teeth, "I'm not going to fight... there are some things that will be more useful than fighting..."
"Wait a minute!" The commander stopped the old wizard and said with wide eyes, "You are not going to use that one, are you? That's not possible. If the city is ruined, what else will we have to eat and use?"
The old wizard was stunned for a moment, then understood and laughed, "No, don't worry, my king... doesn't need to use those..."
"..." The commander looked at the old wizard and said, "Are you sure? Okay, then go ahead and I'll watch from here."
The old wizard nodded and walked forward.
Arriving at the Ding Ling array at the bottom of the city, the old wizard looked up at the figures on the top of the city, smiling with yellow and black teeth, like a jackal grinning.
He ordered the little leader Ding Ling beside him: "Select the Han people! Separate them from Zhenfan and Fuyu people! Then drag the Han people to the city, take off all their clothes, and behead them one by one..."
"Separate? What about Fuyu and Zhenfan?" asked the little leader.
"Take it aside first." The old wizard showed a cruel smile, "Only kill Han people...remember, kill slowly..."
"Ah? Oh, I understand."
The little leader took the order and began to pull people in the queues at the bottom of the city.
Several ferocious-looking Ding Ling soldiers dragged out a Han man from the queue. He looked like a scholar, young, wearing a Han robe. He didn't know if he had guessed his upcoming fate, and he couldn't help but tremble all over.
Ding Ling's soldiers asked him to take off his clothes loudly and in very blunt Chinese.
He was frightened and hugged himself with his hands, as if holding the remaining warmth, and did not take them off.
Soldier Ding Ling rushed up impatiently, kicked him, and then started to pull off his clothes.
He finally couldn't help it and screamed, howled and struggled.
Ding Lingbing punched him in the abdomen, causing him to curl up like a cooked shrimp.
He was stripped naked.
His whole body was naked and trembling in the cold wind, and then like a newborn lamb, he was dragged to the city.
His skin was pulled out on the ground with a lot of blood marks. He twisted, but he couldn't break free at all.
The other Ding Ling soldiers behind were also ordering other Han people to take off their clothes, regardless of age or sex. A woman moved a little slower, and the impatient Ding Ling soldiers cut off her arm with a knife, and fell miserably in a pool of blood.
Shouting, the other Han people were so frightened that they couldn't help but speed up the action of taking off their clothes...
"do you know?"
The old wizard chuckled, as if talking to himself or explaining to others, "Look, the Han people... Han people are the same after taking off their clothes... Look, after taking off their clothes
, what is the difference between Han people and other people? Is it an extra hand or an extra leg? Hahaha..."
The Han people who were pulled out of the queue by Ding Ling's soldiers were frightened and gathered into a pile, shouting and crying loudly.
Not everyone was willing to take off their clothes, but after Ding Ling's soldiers chopped down several people who were unwilling to take off their clothes, the others did not care about their shame, and quickly took off their clothes, covering their shameful places in the cold wind.
, shivering.
They didn't know what would happen, but those who disobeyed would die immediately, while those who obeyed would live a little longer.
The surrounding Ding Ling soldiers stood aside, either pointing at some of them and laughing, or raising and lowering their hands at some pretty women, scratching and groping them randomly.
The Han student who was stripped naked first was kicked down under the city wall. His face was covered with tears and snot, mixed with the dirt on the ground.
A Ding Ling soldier drew out his sword, stepped on his ridge, pressed him until he couldn't move, and then put the sword on his neck and made a gesture...
I don't know whether it was because the cold blade stimulated him, or because the fear of death came to him, making him struggle involuntarily, like a flesh worm arching on the ground.
Another Ding Ling soldier flew up and kicked him in the abdomen.
He curled up, coughed, and spit out some blood.
The Ding Ling man holding the sword drew the sword on his neck again.
The sword was placed on the back of his neck, the cold blade touching his skin.
He knew he couldn't break free, so he screamed in despair.
The Ding Ling soldier looked at his appearance and seemed to find it interesting, so he deliberately lifted the knife. After a while, when he stopped shouting, he put the sword on his neck again, and then lifted it up again. After a while, he again
Put it down again...
After a few times, he shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice became hoarse, and his voice became smaller.
After playing with that Ding Ling soldier a few times, it was probably boring, so he just slashed it down with a single blow!
His head jumped high, as if to express another kind of freedom, and then fell to the ground. He rolled out a long way, blood spurted out from his neck, and his body twitched like a fish out of water.
Suddenly, it stopped moving.
The Han people above and below the city screamed in surprise.
"Hahaha... Have you seen it... Have you seen it..." The old wizard pointed forward, "Only the Han people are shouting, and no one else is... Isn't it interesting? Isn't it? Hahaha, hahahaha... Yes
, that’s it, that’s it!』
"Yes! Continue, kill slowly, one by one! Tell them, we only kill Han people, only Han people!" The old wizard shouted in a somewhat crazy voice, "If they are with the Han people, we will be together."
