Although it was delayed for several days, Cao Hong's army, which also received subsequent support, became increasingly large in numbers and suppressed them in a mighty manner, making Zhu Ling's harassment less and less effective.
Military affairs are like this.
The smaller the scale, the more important the strategy and micro-operation are.
Just like three snatchers hitting six dogs, it is just to see the two sides fucking each other. The micro-fighting can even win without damage. However, when the 200 people are in the population, the spearmen can only roughly pull it up. If you want to fuck again, you can't take care of it.
Therefore, when Cao Hong was pushing forward with absolute force, Zhu Ling could only retreat again and again, but this was already considered that Zhu Ling had bought for nearly ten days, and it was not considered that Zhu Ling's failure.
In later war movies and TV dramas, it seems that both sides have tacitly let go of the common people, which seems to be a bit warm in the blood. In fact, no matter when the war is, the first one must be the people. The people who suffer the most casualties are still the people. Every war, no matter ancient and modern, both at home and abroad, the people with the greatest deaths must be the people. I have never heard of a war, which means that tens of thousands or tens of thousands of presidents, prime ministers and governors died, and then a few people died...
So can it be said that all these wars have great contempt for the common people? Because the most common people die in the war, they die one by one, and they cherish the children of aristocratic families. It seems to feel very distressed to die one or two? What is the reason?
What's even more sad is that some people will be very angry about recording and describing these things, indicating that this is the recorder, or the describer's malice and slander towards the people! These people will not hesitate, angrily accuse the weak, vent their emotions to others who are also weak and oppressed, but dare not say a word to the ruling class riding over their heads.
Erlang and Liuniang are such people.
Along with Erlang and Liuniang, there were several of their neighbors.
Cao's army needed labor and was recruited from Yanzhou and Yuzhou, which was obviously no more cost-effective than directly drawing in Heluo.
A bonfire, a group of ragged people.
The undressed face is just four words, but it actually represents a huge class gap.
It is bright and beautiful, and has been a member of the upper class since ancient times, and the undressed face is the configuration of the lower class people all year round.
The bonfire is not big, and it cannot even have enough ability to keep warm, but everyone is still trying hard to curl up, crowding around the bonfire, hoping that this will make them feel some warmth themselves.
Liu Niang leaned against Erlang tightly, and in her arms, there was Da Nan.
The eldest daughter fell asleep and seemed to be very sweet, but in fact her face was pale. Even under the bonfire, she was obviously blue and white, and her lips were not bloody.
Liu Niang's eyes were full of worry and despair. She didn't know what to do, but she knew that if she continued like this, her child would be about to die.
"ah……"
A middle-aged man curled up by the bonfire moaned again and fell asleep again. There was a big wound on the middle-aged man's arm, which was randomly tied with cloth, and pus and blood had already penetrated. It must have been touched or inflammation in his body, causing the middle-aged man to suffer.
People are injured and suffer only.
If you bear it, it will pass.
Either things pass or people pass.
Liu Niang, Erlang, and most of the people around him were from Heluo, and even the residents of Luoyang City back then. They were once the most proud group of people in the Han Dynasty because they lived in Kyoto of the Han Dynasty. They all saw high-ranking officials and nobles, and they all saw goods transported from all over the world. They had a broad vision and wide knowledge, which was completely different from those old-fashioned rural buzzards in the countryside.
At least at the time, they thought so.
But later...
Those prosperity are like clouds and smoke, and they disappear without a trace in a blink of an eye.
In troubled times, life is the least valuable.
Even if it was the same labor service, the labor service that Cao's army came from Yanzhou would oppress the labor service that was recruited by Heluo.
Although they are all labor, when the weak oppress the weaker, they are often more cruel.
Liu Niang shed tears silently, but there were only one or two tears, because even secreting tears required strength, and her tears had already dried up.
If they had known that they would not have come back...
They were from Luoyang and were moved to Guanzhong by Dong Zhuo. Although Guanzhong is indeed good, they cannot forget the hometown they live in and always think about returning to their roots, so they returned to Luoyang.
When they returned to Luoyang, Yang's publicity was very good, saying that they were giving houses and farming, and they lived and ploughed. But in fact, when they really arrived in Luoyang, they found that there were indeed houses, but they were also destroyed and land, but they were abandoned for many days. When they gritted their teeth to repair the house and ploughed the fields, they found that they had already been burdened with a lot of Yang's debts and had to pay them back every year...
Now he is being held captive again and is driven to serve as a laborer, regardless of gender.
When the war starts and when the butcher's knife is raised, who will care whether the pig, dog, cattle and sheep are male or female?
Anyway, I just kill and eat meat.
"We... might as well escape..."
A weak voice came out beside the bonfire.
It was the same kind of labor force, Erlang Liuniang's neighbor, a young man under twenty years old. He used to have a bright smile, but now there is a scar on his face.
That was whipped.
Young cattle and sheep always wait until the whip falls to realize that although they have horns, they have no use for eggs. They can only lower their heads and land on the ground with their feet.
『Shh…』
Another older man signaled in panic, "You can't say this!"
It is said that it is an old man, but in his forties or fifties, but under the heavy work and wind and sun, it looks like he is sixty or seventy. In the empty eyes of the old man, there is only despair and helplessness about life, "Be careful to be heard by those people in Shandong... I will be rewarded with secret reports..."
Although they are all people and labor service, those labor service in Shandong feel that they have the right, obligation, responsibility, and responsibility, and must coordinate the management of these new labor service recruited and carried from the Heluo area...
Just like a temporary worker who does not even have a professional position in the Later Street Office, he can also grin at other ordinary people who come to do business.
"Don't think about running..." the old man whispered, "I had a few sneak runners yesterday, and were caught, and then I was hung alive in front of the formation... my tongue was stretched out... so bad...
Erlang Liuniang was so scared that she was so scared that everyone was also frightened.
No one wants to die.
And they have become accustomed to being patient and used to being patient.
The Confucian children of the Han Dynasty also often promoted it, saying that patience is a virtue, and obedience is a good person, so they thought that if they endure, they would pass it. If they could not pass it, they would be destined!
They have never done anything bad, but they have to look for them.
Everyone dared not talk about running away, but instead talked about something else.
"After the war, can we go home?"
"It should be possible, they agreed..."
"They also promised to give the money..."
"It's good to pay back the money, it's good to survive!"
"My family has been collected because all the food is collected... I can still stutter when I do labor..."
"Isn't that... they all said it nicely. When I get the money back after I get it, I don't know who I get it, who will give it?"
"I wonder if this is easy to fight in this Guanzhong...will many people die?"
"It should be possible...it's like Luoyang, didn't the emperor open the door when he had an order?"
Before, the people of Luoyang hated those who secretly opened the Luoyang city gate, but now they in turn hope that the Guanzhong passes and cities they faced would be opened. Because they all knew that they would suffer less and have a greater chance of living. As long as they could suffer less, it would be better if they could suffer less. As for the pain of others, they might know, or they might not. They always want to live, right? They have to live no matter what.
"After passing Hangu, Tongguan, Guanzhong... I heard that there are fierce generals in Guanzhong garrison... Do you know the thunder of the sky a few days ago? It is said that it was used by the powerful generals in Guanzhong. With one rubbing their hands, the thunder thunder will be generated..."
『Really and false…』
"You must have heard it, right? Boom...that's the thunder... can you beat it with the thunder? "
『…』
Everyone fell silent.
Behind, there was no sound of talking, only a faint crying and moaning...
...
...
Although there is a strategy of giving up Hangu Pass, the fortifications left before are still there.
Without first solving these peripheral fortifications, they are not close to Hangu Pass.
On the wall, the same Han flag was flying, but the difference was that on one side was the Cao family flag and on the other side was the three-color flag.
Many Cao's soldiers who had never faced Fei Qian head-on, were seeing each other for the first time. They couldn't help but stare at the three-color flag and look at it. However, as the war unfolded, no one soon lost the intention to see the scenery.
At Hangu Pass and under Hangu Pass, casualties gradually increased.
The blood flowing from the corpse stained the land and formed a purple blood pot.
When attacking Hangu, Cao Hong started day and night. The crowd of dark people was like ants surrounded by a piece of honey, layer by layer.
One wave of offensive retreated slightly, and another wave surged up again.
During these Cao army's offensives, Erlang and Liuniang stood numbly in the queue in a labor force. The child seemed to have no strength to cry and quietly on Liuniang's back.
"The cavalry was debauchery and indecent, poisoned the people and divided the Han Dynasty. Therefore, the prime minister was angry and raised troops to fight against and disobey. This was for our Han Dynasty and the people of the world, so everyone should work hard and work together to fight..."
"If the cavalry does not be loyal to the emperor, he will be punished for his crimes! You are all the people of the Han Dynasty and are deeply grateful to the emperor. Now you should repay the country and the emperor! "
"In the military, the orders are prohibited, and there are seventeen beheadings. You should know the golden drum. If you hear the drum, you will advance. If you hear the gold, you will retreat. Do not violate the order. Those who violate the order will die!"
『I'll remember it very much, otherwise I'll lose my head and don't complain!』
『…』
Such voices sounded in the labor force and the coolie camp.
The minor official responsible for preaching these laws seemed to be very accustomed to speaking. He was extremely skilled and his mouth was squirting up and down, without even a single stuttering.
The preaching of these minor officials seemed to be to tell the people why they fought, and it was also like the notification project of the Midi Enterprise in later generations, the privacy terms on the mobile phone, the standard contracts provided by the platform, and the advertising push switch on the app. It seems that you can choose, but in fact there is no choice.
The first one to die will always be the most valuable untold pariah.
After all, if we have to fill the ditches and destroy the peripheral fortifications, can we use elite soldiers?
It must be the cheapest one!
Those who went to fill the trenches and dig the soil were injured by arrows, and those who were injured by rolling wood and rocks. Those who died on the spot were considered luck, but those who did not die on the spot were even more painful. Only the wounded soldiers were injured in the military camp. These labors were naturally not soldiers, but could only resist themselves. Most of them were killed by death, and then they were dragged by another laborer, throwing them into the ditches like they were discarding waste.
Liu Niang was trembling, she grabbed Erlang tightly, as if she didn't notice Erlang was trembling too.
I watched others go up to clear the fortifications in Hangu, and it felt not too strong, but when it was their turn to go up, I felt endless fear, which drowned them from head to toe.
Erlang said to Liu Niang: "Wait... wait a moment, you... follow me, for the sake of Da Nan, you must live..."
Liu Niang could only nod and tremble her hands tightly grasped Erlang's clothes.
Their food was recruited by the Cao army, or "borrowed". Anyway, there was no grain of rice left. If they didn't work with Cao army, they would go to the Bingtian and Tianye to dig food.
Of course, this method may be better than doing labor for those who have never lived in the wild in winter, but in fact it is similar. In the Han Dynasty, the wilderness was not as safe as in later generations. Not only were there wild animals, but also people like wild animals. Even if it was an official family, such as the Xiahou family, it would be just a careless one...
Mr. Zhang (O_o)??
And the lieutenant who came to recruit labor patted his chest and promised that there must be food and drink in the army. Isn’t it just to put in the effort?
How could a big man lie?
How could the Prime Minister of the Great Han Dynasty lie?
So they believed it and came.
So they couldn't find the little official who guaranteed that they had food and drink...
There is indeed food and drink, but not only do you have to work hard, but you also have to earn your life!
Did that little clerk lied?
No.
The little official just concealed some of the things.
Untouchables don’t need to know too much, it’s not good to know too much.
Amid the urging of Cao's soldiers, Erlang and Liuniang followed the crowd tremblingly. They didn't even have an iron tool in their hands, holding a batch of pointed wooden sticks they made in the early days of their labor service.
Originally, Erlang and the others didn't know what to do to make so many pointed wooden sticks...
Now they understand.
With the roar of war drums, people were surging.
Erlang Liuniang could not see the front or the way forward. There were heads on both sides, all of whom were confused and chaotic, helpless and dirty faces, like countless Erlang and Liuniang.
They were pushed forward by Cao's soldiers in the rear.
Then they pushed more of them forward.
Because they were pushed, they pushed others.
Someone inexplicably started to shout, and then more people shouted, but not towards those who forced them, but towards other people who were oppressed.
Erlang raised the wooden stick, and Liuniang also raised the wooden stick. More people similar to Erlang and Liuniang also raised the wooden sticks. A large area of ​​densely packed, with four or five hundred people, all of whom were just shouting loudly and rushing forward, and no one dared to look back.
Standing behind Erlang and Liuniang, there was only a row of Cao's soldiers, sparse, and only forty or fifty people were counted.
Erlang and Liuniang's task is to fill the trench traps and remove the red-repelled antlers.
The arrows and throwing stones on Hangu Pass began to roar and fall...
With a bang, a rock bullet of hundreds of kilograms fell on the ground, jumping and crashing into the crowd, bringing out a line of blood.
The minced limbs and flesh were sprinkled up and down, accompanied by the terrifying sound of fractures. When a man was at the beginning, his upper body disappeared directly, and the internal organs of different colors in his abdominal cavity immediately flowed all over the ground. Even if his legs fell to the ground, they were still trembling, as if they were still trying to struggle to stand up.
Heart-wrenching screams began to ring one after another.
Erlang and Liuniang felt their scalp numb. They subconsciously closed their mouths, trembling, and looked around in horror...
The Cao army in the rear began to chop, whip with the handle of the spear, yelling and shouting, asking them to rush forward and not stop.
So the crowd began to move again.
Between the arrow and the throwing stone, some people approached the city wall, and then some black balls with gray smoke were thrown down...
『Sky Thunder!』
"It's thunder!"
Among the loud noises, the loud noise and pungent smoke made the laborers fear and retreat one after another.
However, the labor service that was first to escape was first hacked to death by the Cao army soldiers who supervised the battle.
His bloody head was raised high on the spear, and the soldiers of Cao's army roared, "Those who retreated were dead!"
The blood-stained sword was waving.
『Hurry up and fill the ditches traps! Dig flat and resist red antlers!』
The cut off head was stabbed in front of him.
"If you can't finish it, don't think about retreating!"
The stick and whip were beaten down.
"Do it quickly, don't be too slow, the more you die of being too slow!"
Punch and kick.
"Do you want to die? If you don't want to die, do it quickly!"
When Erlang and Liuniang faced the vicious Cao army soldiers, they could only turn around and pry them with wooden sticks, dig up the fortifications under the gate, pretending to be digging soil and planting crops in their own fields.
A ruma was dug down. Liu Niang had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Erlang beside her suddenly groan, collapsed, and collapsed beside the ruma they had just dug out.
Only then did Liu Niang see that there was an extra arrow on Erlang.
The arrow penetrated deeply into Erlang's body, and blood gushed out. Even Liu Niang tried hard to cover it with her hands and block it, but she could not block it.
Erlang looked at Liu Niang and seemed to be saying something, but in the chaotic and noisy battlefield, Liu Niang couldn't hear what he was saying. He just saw from his mouth that he seemed to be saying something "Nannan". Then Erlang twitched and stopped moving.
Liu Niang cried and shouted to Erlang.
But her voice was also drowned in the surrounding sound waves, and no one heard it, or would not pay attention even if he heard it.
Liu Niang saw that the middle-aged man on the same bonfire last night was also dead.
The young man died, and the old man died too.
A falling rock flew over and hit Liu Niang.
Liu Niang squirted blood in her mouth, and her flesh was lying on the ground in a blur.
When she was dying, she had only one thought in her mind: "Erlang and I are both dead, what should Nannan do?"
The blood spread out.
The sky is still very blue.
The blood is still very red.
Under the banner of the Cao army commander in the distance, Cao Hong was just looking at the reported set of data and stroked his beard.
Chapter completed!