When you are in pain, it is like falling into hell. Although the sun is still rising and setting around you, in people's feelings, it is like being dizzy, day and night.
The senses of refugees are confused.
Mountains, rivers and roads in the eyes of normal people are a dark world in the eyes of refugees.
A world that is twisted, shaken, and even the sounds and breaths have mutated.
Because not only was I tired, but more importantly, I was hungry.
The occasional light in the sky, the shaking face, the bumpy road.
Everything around is twisted and swaying.
This situation is caused by, first, being tired, and second, being hungry, or being tired and hungry at the same time.
Under the influence of extreme hunger and exhaustion, people's survival instinct will divert most of the expenditure of other senses to maintaining life. The brain is wooden, even thinking will feel like falling into the quagmire, even the feeling of discomfort and pain
, there wasn’t much feedback.
As for other desires, they have been suppressed to the lowest level.
Like the refugees in some movie or TV show, all of them have gleaming eyes, and the oil on their faces can be used as light bulbs...
Hedong is a place that is both lucky and unfortunate.
During the first Heluo Chaos, no one cared about Hedong, and during the second Guanzhong Chaos, no one cared about Hedong either.
In this chaotic era, being able to have a safe meal in a place where the tentacles of the imperial court cannot reach is already a kind of happiness.
Wild flowers bloom in spring, and green grass climbs out of the fields and at the foot of the mountains.
The summer rain overflows the streams and riverbanks, and small fish and shrimps are jumping around.
The millet on the drying field in autumn reflects the sun and brings a smile to the face.
In the winter, I nestled comfortably in the fire and dozed off, falling into sleep little by little...
But now, this happiness has been interrupted.
Everything, in the blood and in the fire, became fragments and turned into nothingness.
"Cao Jun is coming..."
"Dalang... where has Dalang gone..."
"Go, go, go, go..."
"Cao Jun is here to arrest someone..."
"People are dead, dead, dead..."
"He's dead..."
"die……"
Perhaps for some people in later generations, they will always talk about the word death, indicating that they are in a bad mood, feeling bad, in poor condition, and would rather die than live. But for these refugees, they
But he was struggling desperately on the verge of death.
Why not die?
The men in the refugee flow are hunched over, carrying belongings that they don’t know whether they can be used or not. Even if they are tired enough to stagger, they will not let the things on their shoulders move.
Let’s focus on their wives. Although most of them can’t say a nice word and don’t provide any emotional value to their wives on weekdays, if something happens, they will die in front of their wives’ parents. Without them,
No one can cross it before it falls.
And those who are wives also carry children on their backs. Their faces are not white, and their hands are not delicate. They are also slovenly, wearing tattered clothes, and they don’t care whether their faces, body, and hair are stained with dirt.
They took care of the children and the elderly, and even found time to look for edible wild vegetables on the roadside in sight to fill their hunger as much as possible. They really didn’t have much time to ask the people around them whether they loved me or not.
Regardless of whether you miss me or not, you will not have any small emotions, tempers or reasons...
People have already worked hard to survive, so how can they care about emotions and depression?
Refugees flow forward.
Those who fell died.
The struggle of living.
Just like the people of this land for thousands of years.
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The gaze is raised, widened, and then lowered like a falcon pouncing on its prey.
What caught his eyes was a Han military flag fluttering in the wind.
The word "Han" in black letters on a red background is swaying in the wind.
Under the flag, there is blood and corpses.
One after another.
These corpses, not wearing armor but in ragged clothes, seemed to outline black and gray outlines, crowding the entire picture.
In the distance of the field of vision, there is a burning village.
Moving around the village was Cao Jun wearing Han military robes.
These armies carrying the banner of the Han Dynasty are now killing the people of the Han Dynasty.
The soldiers of Cao's army, wearing the red and black military robes of the Han Dynasty, were scattered in the village like a slaughterhouse, searching for all useful items.
If you can eat, put it into your mouth first.
If you can wear it, put it on yourself first.
If you can use it, put it in your arms first.
Of course, you can't forget to give a copy to the general officer who leads the team. Only the remaining ones are stacked on the car.
Only when the generals and military officers are well fed can they get their turn with the ordinary soldiers of Cao Cao's army.
The team slowly pushed forward among the corpses, like a group of corpse-eating ghosts.
"Move faster!"
Cao Jun's military academy shouted.
"Whatever can't be taken away will be burned!"
The fire rose up.
Something was burned black, and something was burned red, just like the big Han flag with black characters on a red background swaying in the wind.
The Yuncheng Basin has completely become a furnace purgatory.
Although this place could not be called prosperous in the past, with the river as the boundary, it at least kept out disturbances and chaos. It also made the gentry and gentry here think that they could have eternal peace and wealth.
But now, cries and howls are heard in this land.
The soldiers of the Han Dynasty, who were originally the guardians of the order of the Han Dynasty, once again aimed their swords and guns at the common people of the Han Dynasty.
The small forts around Anyi were the first to suffer.
The owners of small estates who closed their doors and tried to cover their eyes and ears also became the sacrifices of this war.
The soldiers of Cao's army, who were inspired by their bestiality, were not satisfied with the harvest in those barren villages, and soon set their sights on these Hedong township gods who had a tough attitude towards the refugees. But these squires were in front of Cao's infantry.
Like a crab with thin skin and fat flesh.
Only then did these Wubao owners suddenly realize that the hard shell they were relying on was as fragile as a piece of paper.
Bloodshed, killing, death.
Chaos spread, almost turning the Yuncheng Basin into blood.
Of course, after all the destruction and madness, everything will eventually calm down.
In this massacre and looting, it is impossible to describe how much blood was shed in detail, and how many of those noble people with delicate skin and tender flesh in Wubao became the targets of cruelty and killing are also countless.
The Hedong gentry thought that if they studied Shandong Confucian classics, they would become a member of the Shandong Confucian classics system, enjoy freedom and equality, and breathe the same sweet air. But in fact, when the Shandong gentry looked at these squires in Hedong, they were like
It's looking at pigs and dogs.
When I am happy, I watch the pigs and dogs wagging their tails.
When you are in poverty, you will naturally kill the pigs and dogs first and drink them.
Of course, not all Hedong nobles suffered. A small number of Hedong nobles, through the ability of kneeling and licking, obtained a Cao family flag, so that they could hug each other, old and young, and were glad that they were not slaughtered.
They emptied their wealth and humbly sent labor supplies to Cao Jun, completely forgetting that if they supported the Hussars, they wouldn't even need to suffer so many losses.
The gentry and gentry of Hedong have always had a very high opinion of Shandong...
This favorability is a cultural difference that gradually formed after Liu Xiu established his capital in Heluo.
Culture is powerful.
The invasion of civilization is invisible, and the suppressed party is often unaware of it.
Just like what Fei Qian did to the Xiongnu in the south, the Shandong nobles also did it to Hedong.
And it lasted two hundred years once it was done.
It can be said that the Hedong gentry, before Fei Qian came, had the same shape as the Shandong gentry, both above and below.
So after Fei Qian came, they might not say anything on the surface, but in fact many Hedong gentry children secretly criticized Fei Qian, hated Guanzhong, and boycotted the new Tianzheng...
Even if they don't talk about interests or money, the most fundamental thing is that they still don't give up their power and money.
They even still have illusions, thinking that as long as they moisten the land of Shandong, with the same scriptures and the same knowledge as the Shandong gentry, how can they not be able to make a living?
These children of the Hedong gentry knew that the Shandong gentry looked down on them, but they still stuck to them time and time again, and they did not hesitate to press their hot cheeks against their cold buttocks.
Even now, when they are suffering all kinds of pain caused by Shandong, there are still some Hedong gentry children who are forcing themselves to smile and tenaciously adhere to their ideas.
Guanzhong is bad, Shandong is good.
No reason, facts aside.
Don't think what others think, just think it yourself.
The reason is very simple. If Guanzhong really raises his head, Sanfu really gets better, and Qiusi really wins, then the hardships they have endured over the years...
Isn’t it just a waste of money?
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North of Yuncheng Basin.
Emei Ridge.
On the slope.
I don’t know when it started, but rows of crooked and irregular simple sheds were built in the Emei Mountains along the sheltered areas of the ditches.
Because the terrain of Emei Mountains, also known as Emei Plateau, is high and therefore relatively dry, the sheds built along the wind shelters of the ditches, although not good-looking, make the most of the original topography of Emei Mountains.
Simple but not simple.
To be honest, only the current Hussars have the ability to mobilize soldiers and civilians to join the battle and build large-scale projects in a short period of time. Otherwise, Zhang Xiu's troops or the civil servants led by Xun Chen alone can't even do it.
It requires more labor, but it may not be done quickly or well.
The same people and the same work may be able to build a bridge that lasts for a hundred years and turn a natural chasm into a thoroughfare, but they can also build a dregs that cannot last three to five years and can be crushed by a heavy-duty truck.
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The same Han dynasty, the same Han banner, the same Han army, but the current situation is completely different.
This contradictory difference will continue to exist for a long time.
After compressing the last stone tightly to make sure that the felt would not slip, a man climbed down from the ceiling and jumped to the ground. Then, while patting the dirt and dust on his body, he complained: "What is this?"
I don’t know why I’m so crazy. I came here in the middle of the night to build this thing... This place is in the wilderness. There’s not enough grass to raise livestock. Who would come here to live in it? Build so many sheds.
Isn’t it a waste of effort?』
When the team leader who was checking the soundness of the shed heard this, he shouted in a low voice: "Shut up! I think you are too busy! Didn't you see that people from our village are not the only ones here? People from the villages around Linfen have been transferred."
Come on, there must be something big happening! Otherwise, who do you think would be willing to blow the cold wind here in the dark? Then..."
The team leader pointed to the distance, "Look at those military masters who are working, let you do some fucking trivial things, you talk so much nonsense!"
The man looked up and saw a group of hussars in armor building a hut in the distance. He laughed a few times, said nothing, picked up the wooden beams and started to build the next one.
The shed is gone.
On the other side, among the sheds that were built earlier, there are also some people who are busy with their buttocks sticking out. These people are digging out stoves directly on the ground. This is the advantage of the loess soil. No matter how you dig on the ground, it will not work.
It will have a rotten smell like deep in the mountains and old forests. There is no need to dry it or anything else. Most of it can be used directly in a pot.
These men, who were obviously cooks, were preparing water and fire.
Stacked on one side of the shed were grains that had just been unloaded.
Several soldiers on duty beside the grain and grass were muttering while helping.
"If you ask me, this hussar general is stupid again... There are so many refugees coming from the south. It doesn't matter if they live in one family or another. But now there are so many people who really don't do anything and stay here to take care of their meals... Tsk, tsk, tsk
, how much food is going to be consumed... When the time comes, let's eat freely... How can we accommodate so many mouths?"
"Then it's not something we have to worry about. Anyway, if the superiors want us to do it, just do it. It's not like we're eating your food... Come on, put the pot over and light a fire first and look at the flue."
Is it leaking?"
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Under the Emei Mountains, near the plateau.
There are many soldiers looking to the south.
The flat and thin smoke in the distance rose as far as the eye could see, and after a long, long time, some faint black spots were seen moving in the smoke.
"Here we go...check the guardrail rope again!"
"The flag is up!"
Slowly, the refugees came towards Emei Mountain.
Dragging steps, hard, like a walking zombie.
Some packages and burdens were tied up and carried on his body.
In front of you are your children, behind you are your belongings.
Earth gray, earth yellow, earth black.
It's a mess.
His face was tanned brown by the sun, his face was rough and cracked, his eyes were blank, his expression was dazed, and his expression was dull.
The hussars at the foot of the Emei Mountains mounted their horses and moved slowly toward the refugee wave ahead.
Seeing the hussars approaching, these refugees had a burst of uncontrollable restlessness and commotion, but it soon calmed down under the tricolor flag.
"Folks, don't be afraid!"
"Folks, go ahead, follow the road and follow the signs!"
Although the accent is a little different, the word "folksman" seems to be born with a soothing power.
Obviously, these hussars who came were not from the same hometown as these refugees, and they may not even have the same clans, because some were Huns and Qiang people, but the three-color flags above their heads shouted "
The word "fellows" mentioned above made these refugees gradually stop running, staring blankly and suspiciously at the approaching hussars...
"You have to wait in line to get something to eat!"
"Do you see the sign ahead? Follow it!"
"There is hot soup and pancakes! Anyone who dares to cause trouble will not eat!"
The hussars all carried weapons, but no one raised their weapons towards the refugees. Therefore, even though these hussars gave harsh orders and were far from gentle in their attitude, the refugees' hearts settled down.
As long as there is someone who stutters...
Even if he died, he wouldn't be a starving ghost.
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"Come on, folks, let's eat something first...it's not much, but it can fill your stomach first..."
A wooden bowl and a ladle of hot soup.
A wooden plate and a cooking cake.
If we talk about its value, it really is nothing.
There are basically only some oily seeds in the hot soup. That's just using some fat to scratch the bottom of the pot twice before boiling the water. What is stewed is basically extremely thin porridge and extremely green.
Green wild vegetables.
As for the biscuits, they are black and small, mixed with a lot of wheat bran impurities. In order to cook them uniformly, the cakes are specially made to look hollow. They look a little big, but are actually very small.
But such simple food made every refugee almost unable to hold back tears.
Because this is the food that people eat.
"Take all the wooden bowls and plates, don't lose them! If you lose them, you won't be able to get food!"
"After receiving the food, go forward! Go forward!"
"Get in line! If the queue gets messed up, no one will eat!"
There was a long queue of refugees moving slowly.
The chaotic refugees were gradually sorted into rows of queues as they passed through the pass of Emei Mountain.
After all, the terrain here is like this. There are only a few passages going straight up and down the plateau, like natural diverters.
Although the pre-built wooden stakes and pulled ropes cannot really stop those with ulterior motives, they can allow most of the refugees to move forward obediently. This makes some people among them even if they want to do something.
Everything is a bit constrained.
In the chaos, a few or even dozens or hundreds of people running around would not be very conspicuous at all.
But in a relatively orderly queue, as long as a person breaks out who does not march according to the queue, it will immediately attract the attention of the sentry at a high place...
The wooden bowls and plates in their hands stabilized the hearts of these refugees from the very beginning.
Even though a bowl of hot soup and a pancake didn't make them full immediately, it calmed their mood and made them more willing to follow the guidance and orders of the hussar soldiers.
The people of China, since ancient times, have always wanted something simple. As long as they have something to eat, they will still be human beings and will not become ghosts...
