By the time Zhang Liao had confirmed that the battle formation was stable and came to return to Fei Qian, at the edge of the battle formation, on the territory specially set aside for these large households and the Qiang people, the soldiers and horses of those large households and the Qiang tribes were still there.
In the chaos, less than half of the people were sitting on horses!
Duan Xuan felt that his hands and feet were cold.
Zhang Meng's eyes widened and he looked at everything around him blankly.
They had heard about the elite hussars before, and even secretly changed their vests to fight each other. However, it was not until they saw it with their own eyes that they truly understood that there was still a gap between the elite and the elite. It was not their boast.
The elite will really be the elite...
There is no shortage of soldiers in Liangzhou.
In every household, there are some people who are good at martial arts. The harsh environment of the production place of Kansai Dahan makes these people habitually use personal force as the standard to measure right and wrong.
If you don't fight for it, you won't be able to survive.
Unlike Jiangnan, or Yunnan and Rinan further south, the environment in the south is warm and humid. Even if you don’t grow anything, you can still get poisoned by eating fungi.
In Xiliang in the north, even if spring arrives and we leave the river area, there is still only one piece of loess, and even the roots of wild vegetables are scarce.
Killing each other for a bite of food is a common thing in Xiliang.
One life may be worth a piece of cake.
Therefore, the people of Xiliang are not afraid of seeing weapons, nor do they care about their own lives.
So if it were just ordinary soldiers and horses, it would not be enough to surprise these Xiliang people who were almost numb to life.
This time it is different because the gap is really too big.
Just like the mountain is high, there is still hope to climb it, but as high as the sky, it is helpless.
When Fei Qian returned from the Western Regions, he not only brought back the spoils of the Western Regions, but also brought back a large number of Qiang and Semu people. Everyone knows that most of these Qiang and Semu people are undisciplined and want to
To turn these undisciplined people into what they are now prohibited from doing is not something you can do with just two dollars and a few mouthfuls of food.
The Xiliang people are accustomed to using violence to determine their leaders. This is almost the pattern of the Hu people. However, this is not a problem of the Xiliang people, but a problem of the Han Dynasty. The production and living environment of the Han people on the border has been degraded and they have become the Hu people.
This in itself is a dereliction of duty by the Han Dynasty court and officials.
An ordinary leader can use violence to maintain the dominance of a tribe or group, but if he wants to go to the next level, violence alone cannot be achieved.
In classical mechanics, the effects of forces are mutual. Violence is also a kind of force. If you want to kill others, others will also want to kill you.
Feiqian needs more than superficial obedience.
Fei Qian has never recruited soldiers on a large scale in Xiliang, and has not even thought about recruiting the subordinates of these big families in Xiliang. The reason is very simple. There is no problem with these people's bravery, but there is a problem with their loyalty. This is not to say that Fei Qian
Qian must have a family or a farmer, but these people have become accustomed to the original pattern, and the habits they have developed are more difficult to eradicate than the Qiang Semu people.
This problem was very obvious during the periods of Dong Zhuo and Li Guo.
If the Qiang people or other Hu Rong people rob and kill the Han people, although it is bad, they are originally hostile parties. There is nothing to say about the collision of different technology trees. When the Han people are weak, the Hu people killing the Han people are like killing.
Pigs and sheep, when the Han people were strong, killing the Hu people was also like killing pigs and sheep.
But the Xiliang region belongs to the Han region.
Even the frontier is still Han territory.
So the Xiliang people killed the Han people so happily, which is completely different in nature from Hu Rong and others.
Although domestic thieves and foreign thieves are both thieves, the ones people hate most are definitely domestic thieves.
It is obviously not a wise move to capture these Xiliang people on a large scale without completely eradicating the temper of these thieves.
Therefore, Fei is currently screening, suppressing, and controlling.
When the skills that the Xiliang people were proud of were completely crushed in front of Fei Qian's army, these Xiliang people naturally didn't have much confidence.
Duan Xuan is a veteran of marching. Although the two brothers above Zhang Meng went to get the brush, the Zhang family also needs someone to hold the knife, so both of them understand what it means for Fei Qian to do this.
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If there were only a hundred or several hundred people, Duan Yan and Zhang Meng believed that they could be similar to Fei Qian's soldiers, but it would be difficult to go up. The more the number of people increased, the difficulty coefficient would be
The bigger.
"There must be some tricks..." Zhang Meng gritted his teeth and let out a small sound, like the creaking of branches unwilling to be bent by the heavy snow.
Duan Yan glanced sideways at Zhang Meng, "If you can also use some tricks, can you do it?"
"..." Zhang Meng fell silent.
How to shut up people is also a skill. Fei Qian is willing to discuss with Duan Xuan, but does not want to meet Zhang Meng.
Now the older Xiliang people are teaching the younger Xiliang people, Duan Xuan said it very naturally.
Zhang Meng held his breath after hearing this, and suddenly felt that this old guy had rebelled?
"So what if the cavalry is strong?" Zhang Meng finally managed to say, "The cavalry can't attack the city!"
Duan Yan did not respond to Zhang Meng, but silently and discreetly led his horse, moved a few steps to the side, and distanced himself from Zhang Meng. He said something about Zhang Meng before, because he was also from Liangzhou Sanming.
For my sake, who else likes to talk too much?
Now seeing that Zhang Meng seemed to be getting more and more angry, Duan Xuan was too lazy to continue communicating with Zhang Meng.
Zhang Meng's surname is Zhang, and his surname is not Duan, so why not bother yourself?
Zhang Meng knew that cavalry was not conducive to attacking the city, so didn't the Hussars know that? If the Hussars put up such a large formation but couldn't break into the city immediately, wouldn't it be a big joke?
If it were anyone else, Duan Yan would probably be like Zhang Meng, waiting to see a joke, but facing Qiusi, Duan Yan felt that maybe he was a joke...
In the dark night, the artillery was slowly pushed out.
Fei Qian only brought back three small cannons, and the rest were left in the Western Regions.
Absolute violence will only bring short-term fear, followed by absolute resistance. If you want resistance to turn into submission, there must be something other than violence.
The Qiang and Semu people in the Western Regions had seen artillery, so they recognized Fei Qian's violence, and at the same time accepted the new order that Fei Qian brought to them, and quickly integrated into Fei Qian's army.
Artillery is incomprehensible to these Qiang Semu people, so these artillery are deified. And what else can the Han people with the weapons of gods resist?
In an era when basic knowledge was not widespread, this phenomenon was normal.
It's like telling an ancient person that the earth is round. Even if you tell them with all the lone sails and distant shadows in the blue sky broken into pieces, the ancient person will still stare and feel that they have met a big liar, and a stupid liar at that.
They don’t understand round places. Because the ancients couldn’t understand that the earth was round, they had to give themselves an understandable definition.
Artillery is the son of the God of Thunder and the God of Fire.
As for which one of the God of Thunder and God of Fire is on top and which one is on the bottom, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that they can regard artillery as a symbol of power, and Fei Qian who uses artillery naturally becomes the god of salt.
Man, so powerful!
When facing a city like Jiuquan that is not too big and has a gate that has not been much repaired or reinforced, three small cannons are enough.
If in the early days of gunpowder grenades, you still had to hold up a shield and crawl into the city gate hole like a turtle to bury gunpowder, then now Fei Qian's soldiers can already wait at ease around the artillery, ready to prey.
The flesh and blood was exposed after being smashed open with a sledgehammer.
The soldiers at Jiuquan on the top of the city were in a panic.
Originally, the sudden chaos in the city was enough to make them at a loss. Now Fei Qian has formed a large army outside the city to line up outside the city, which makes these defenders almost unable to stand. They are holding on to their swords and spears like
It's like sifting through chaff, the upper and lower teeth are chattering, and it's difficult to speak.
Routine door calls, routine hesitations and rejections.
Then the soldier who called the door just turned his horse and left without saying a word, so swiftly that the defenders were frightened.
The artillery was pushed up and aimed directly at the city gate.
In the dark night, black eyes stared at the dark muzzle, and then naturally found the light.
After blinding a bunch of dogs, followed by a huge roar, the city gate of Jiuquan County was like a piece of rotten paper, shattering at the touch of a touch.
Those war horses in the Hussars that had become accustomed to this huge roar just shook their heads in discomfort and scratched their hooves to show their dissatisfaction, but many of the horses that followed the big families in Xiliang had not heard it at all.
There was such a movement. Although these horses were tall, they only had a little courage. When the horses from the big families in Xiliang heard this, they were all frightened and ran wildly into the wilderness, unable to hold back!
Even the war horses of Duan Yan, Zhang Meng and others were all circling wildly. When Duan Yan, Zhang Meng and others finally controlled the horses, they found that Zhang Liao had already roared in with his men, rushing straight into Jiuquan City!
In just a moment, Jiuquan City was destroyed!
Duan Yan comforted his horse, then glanced sideways at Zhang Meng, only to see Zhang Meng dumbfounded. He couldn't help but laugh secretly in his heart, but not long after laughing, a cold air climbed up his back, and then cold sweat rolled down his face.
The city gate of Jiuquan now looks like paper, but Duan Yan knows that no matter how bad it is, it is still three inches thick!
By chance, the door of Duan Xuan's Wubao was exactly three inches thick.
Duan Yan didn't believe it when he heard that hussars and horses had the power of gods and could quickly conquer more than ten Wubao forts in Guanzhong in one day. Just like a person who believes that the sky is round and the earth is round, he would definitely laugh when he heard that the earth is round.
Same thing. Duan Xuan thought it was the Qiusi who was bragging. It was too common to boast about military prowess, or he thought the people in Guanzhong were cowards, at least not as brave as the men in Xiliang. But now...
All cognition is collapsing.
Duan Yan stroked his horse and suddenly found that his horse was also old.
He doesn't understand the new world, new weapons, and new wars at all...
The black and chaotic sky was like God closing the doors and windows, leaving no light for Duan Xuan.
While Duan Xuan was feeling sad, Zhang Liao had already rushed into the city with his cavalry.
The few who dared to stop the war horses were either shot or trampled under the horses' hooves.
The cavalry vanguard hesitated for a moment when they were at the street corner. Then someone came to the front of the army holding a badge from the Wen Division to guide them. Without saying a word, the military academy rushed straight to the Jiuquan Mansion Yamen in the direction of the guidance...
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In Jiuquan City, Xu Yi was panicked.
He didn't know why things couldn't be arranged as he expected, nor why there was a fire in Jiuquan City at night.
Shouldn't everything go according to plan?
He deceived Huang Ang, and then asked Yang Feng to assassinate Huang Ang in the name of offering treasure.
Huang Ang's head is now in front of his hall, placed in a wooden box.
The blood has solidified.
Xu Yi was originally planning to take Huang Ang's head to the outside of the city in person tomorrow morning and present it to Fei Qian in full view of the public!
Then Xu Yi will claim that he followed Fei Qian's order to kill the big family in Xiliang!
When the time comes, Fei Qian won’t be able to explain clearly even if he is covered in words!
Of course, Xu Yi would probably die afterwards, but Xu Yi didn't care.
People who can risk their lives are often very scary.
Xu Yi didn't know how long he could live with bronchitis. He just knew that even the Hundreds of Medical Clinics in Chang'an couldn't cure this disease, so he thought he had a terminal illness. Instead of living with it for the rest of his life, it was better to find someone to leave his name in history.
Opportunity.
Shandong people like to be officials. Their desire for official positions and pursuit of fame are second to none. No one dares to call them first. In fact, people in other regions also have high aspirations for official positions, but what about other people?
People in the region have additional ways to cross social classes, while people in Shandong seem to have the only way to become an official.
At least Xu Yi believed that this was the only way left for him.
Loyalty to the emperor was his lifelong belief.
No matter whether the king is bright or dim, as long as the butt on the throne is still there, he will be the king for one day and for the rest of his life.
And he is the king's eagle dog. Since the emperor wants to order Fei Qian to be exterminated, then as the emperor's disciple, he must naturally contribute, even at the cost of his life...
"No, it's not good...it's broken! The city is broken!" The slaves rushed in rolling and crawling, "Surrounded...Surrounded...We are surrounded..."
The loyal and brave men trained by Xu Yi were unable to withstand the advancing force of the cavalry, and almost collapsed at the first touch.
The soldiers and horses raised by Xu Yi may be able to fool the people, or they may be able to deal with Huang Ang, but when they really fight against the hussars and horses, they have almost no ability to stop them. Only then did Xu Yi understand that Beigong had
During the rebellion, it was not that Xu Yi's men were so powerful that they defended the city, but that the Beigong Qiang people were too weak. Compared with the hussars in front of them, they were like dogs and wolves.
Most dogs can only guard their homes, while wolves can run thousands of miles in search of food.
"Break!"
Zhang Liao's voice outside the wall echoed through the front hall of the government office.
With a frightening sound, the door was blown to pieces. The soldiers of the Xu family slaves who had originally gathered behind the door were still preparing to resist, but now they were either overturned by the blast of air or hit by the crossbow bolts.
Falling down, they howled miserably.
Zhang Liao advanced boldly.
After taking two steps, Zhang Liao suddenly stopped and put his hand on the sword at his waist.
The guards beside Zhang Liao understood Zhang Liao's body language almost instantly, and immediately took a step forward, preparing to protect their shields in front of Zhang Liao...
At this moment, Yang Feng seemed to jump out of the shadows on the ground, charging straight at Zhang Liao with an icy murderous aura!
Zhang Liao's eyes narrowed, but he lost most of Yang Feng's figure in his field of vision...
This is an assassin!
Only assassins know how to accurately use people's visual blind spots...
Unfortunately, Zhang Liao was not alone, but with a group of people. Zhang Liao's visual blind spot was not that of other people. The shield raised by the guard blocked the short blade thrown by Yang Feng.
Amidst the sparks flying, Zhang Liao's sword was already unsheathed, and he slashed at Yang Feng, who was twisting his body and rushing towards him like a snake!
Yang Feng didn't dodge or dodge, but he picked her up with the edge!
This is also a dead soldier!
A lose-lose strategy.
Zhang Liao retreated, giving up the sword attack on Yang Feng's body, and instead slashed at the blade in Yang Feng's hand. He even controlled the urge to kick Yang Feng out, and just protected himself and retreated.
There was a clang and sparks flew everywhere.
Yang Feng fell to the ground and raised his hands first.
Zhang Liao retreated into the formation, and the guards on both sides raised their shields, like closing a door, and stood in front of Zhang Liao with a click.
Death outside the door, life within the door.
The thrown weapon hit the shield with brilliant sparks, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The gun-wielding guards in the back line bypassed the front row shieldmen and directly made a lunge with a long stride!
Although Yang Feng tried his best to dodge, his moves were old and his body could not be turned around. He was unable to dodge and was shot into the chest and abdomen by a spearman!
Yang Feng screamed.
The spearman pressed his hands hard and pressed Yang Feng directly to the ground!
Then the second spear arrived and stabbed Yang Feng directly in the throat.
Yang Feng's eyes widened, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and died immediately.
It doesn't matter that Zhang Liao guessed Yang Feng's profession wrong. The point is that Zhang Liao was cautious enough and didn't reveal any flaws.
Yang Feng fought with his life several times, but failed to hurt Zhang Liao.
Regardless of whether they are assassins or dead warriors, they almost all belong to the thin-skinned series.
Yang Feng was no exception. Although he was very skilled in martial arts, he failed to kill or injure Zhang Liao immediately, and the consequences were doomed.
"General!" A guard picked up the weapon that Yang Feng threw towards Zhang Liao. After smelling the blade, he gritted his teeth and said, "The blade is poisonous!"
Zhang Liao snorted and then turned his gaze to Xu Yi, who was sitting in the middle of the hall.
Xu Yi laughed miserably, then picked up the drink on the table and poured it straight into his throat!
Zhang Liao frowned slightly.
After a while, Xu Yi started to tremble all over. He screamed that he was loyal to the emperor and the great man, and that he wanted to kill the thief but was unable to save his life. Then he spat out black blood and white foam, and fell down...
Zhang Liao watched, unmoved at all, and waved his hand, "Arrest them all! No matter dead or alive, don't escape even one person!"
