Chapter 3293 The unchanging project in the changing
In the middle of the night, Cao Xiu rushed back to Gufeng Mountain.
When he was about to reach Gufeng Mountain, Cao Xiu paused on the earth slope for a moment.
He looked up.
The lonely peaks and mountains under the moonlight have a different kind of beauty.
In the middle of the Yuncheng Basin in Hedong, Gufeng Mountain stands relatively abruptly on the earth. Under the night sky, it is like a contemplator, quietly thinking about something.
The night is low, and the sky that has not passed through the pollution of later generations is pure and transparent. The stars dot the deep sky, as if the gods have sprinkled countless bright gems on the night.
The lonely peak is not high, but because of the current angle, Cao Xiu feels like a tower to climb the sky, or a bridge between the world and the sky, connecting reality and dreams.
The night scenery of Gufeng Mountain is a quiet and profound picture, which tells the beauty of nature and the harmony of life in a unique way. Here, time seems to solidify, making people forget the hustle and bustle of the world and just want to indulge in this tranquility and beauty. War is cruel, but the beauty of this moment is heart-warming.
"if……"
Cao Xiu couldn't help but have a subtle idea in his mind, but he was soon pinched off by himself.
Is this what he wants?
Before attacking the quarrel, he thought that was it.
But after entering Hedong and suffering setbacks, Cao Xiu began to think gradually. There was a subtle voice in his heart, just like the seeds that had fallen in the early years, now sprouting under the watering of flesh and blood.
Is it for the Han emperor to fight?
Or are you fighting for the people of the world?
Or for something else?
Cao Xiu looked at Gufeng Mountain not far away and felt like he saw a silent giant, looking back at him at this moment.
The clouds flow in the night sky, sometimes covering the moon, and the outlines of the mountain peaks are hazy. The clouds dissipate, and the moonlight shines on the rocks again, outlining soft lines. Every stone and every tree in the lonely peak at night seems to have life. They are sleeping quietly under the comfort of the moonlight, waiting for a new day to come.
And what about Cao Xiu’s new day?
Or, what about Cao's new day?
Or, what about the new day in Shandong in the Han Dynasty?
Cao Xiu's eyes and cheeks couldn't help but twitch.
"call……"
Cao Xiu took a deep breath, threw those upset thoughts behind his head, and continued to ride his horse forward.
The battle situation cannot be static.
The camp at the bottom of the slope was quickly defeated by Fei Qian, which brought about changes in the entire battle situation.
The original plan now looks...
Even Cao Hong didn't dare to pat his chest to make a promise.
Therefore, if Cao Hong really can't stand firm in Anyi and can't stop the sharp attack of the cavalry, then Cao Xiu's so-called attack strategy will become a colorful bubble, illusory and beautiful, but empty and weak.
Therefore, Cao Hong and Cao Xiu must make timely adjustments in response to changes in the battle situation. Even though this adjustment seems a bit hasty and not meticulous enough, for now, it is the ultimate they can do.
Work hard, struggle, endure hardship, and endure hardship are not all problems.
The problem is...
Cao Xiu rode his horse, and the sound of horse hooves wrapped in deliberately was slightly dull, like the drum beats pressing on Cao Xiu's heart.
Turning over the gully at the foot of Gufeng Mountain and passing the set-up warning sign, you can see that in the valley on the south side of Gufeng Mountain, there are a lot of bonfires vaguely lit under the slope.
Cao Xiu's camp is hidden in these valleys.
Because it needs to be concealed, the Caojun camp is not the kind that is built in square shape, but is loose and fragmented along the shape of the valley.
The bonfire is the only cheapest warmth that Cao's soldiers can get at night.
Cao Xiu got off his horse and threw the horses to the soldiers for care and feeding. He led his guards to walk up the less obvious ramp.
In the night wind, the gossip of the Cao army soldiers under their feet came.
The remaining fire swayed, illuminating the melancholy faces of the Cao army soldiers.
They either sit or lie down, or circle around, whispering something.
"About it, how many months have you been out? Is it half a year?"
"Have it."
"When will this battle be finished...?
『I don't know. But... I miss my mother, I miss the soup cakes made by my mother...』
"Oh. I miss the meal at home too. This is really not a life for people to live with a bite of loess and soup every day."
"I heard that opposite Emei Ridge is Linfen Pingyang. If Pingyang is captured, we can go home."
『Haha, take Pingyang? What to beat him?』
"Stop talking...get to sleep!"
The night wind blew, drifting their conversation in the wind.
As the war slowed down and became unfavorable, the atmosphere in Cao's camp became increasingly heavy, and even the most noisy soldiers on weekdays gradually became taciturn.
Suddenly, some small sound of blowing leaves sounded, melodious and sad, as if telling the nostalgia in everyone's heart.
Leaves are the simplest and oldest musical instruments.
During the Han and Tang dynasties, it was even the music of the palace. It was also called "Snooker Leaf". It is said that musicians who are good at blowing leaves can even blow two leaves at the same time without the help of their fingers, and can also play moving tunes.
As soon as the music sounded, the soldiers of Cao's army listened in a slant and stopped talking.
Of course, the ordinary soldiers who played in Cao's army were not learned from any vocal music. The tone did not have so many melodious changes, but the simple emotions contained were common.
In later generations, people's hearts were too complicated and messy, so they not only had colorful pictures, but also had intense music, and even provocative actions to make some people in later generations feel interesting, while those simple music sounds only made them feel noise.
In the relatively lack of entertainment in the Han Dynasty, music was definitely not something that ordinary people could enjoy. Therefore, having such simple music could already make these Cao army soldiers forget the current sorrow and recall the golden wheat fields, the winding river, and the familiar small village in their hometown.
The music stopped shortly after a while.
The soldiers of Cao's army were speechless.
"When the war is over, we will go home together." Someone suggested.
"good!"
『That's natural!』
Everyone answered in unison. Although they knew that the road ahead was unknown, this promise seemed to give them some comfort in this night. On this long night, their dreams were entrusted to the night wind and drifted towards the distant land.
Cao Xiu stood, silent, like a stone on the lonely mountain.
They need to be hidden and cannot attract the attention of the cavalry and horses. This kind of music will undoubtedly bring uncertain risks to Cao Xiu and others...
Originally, Cao Xiu's guards were going to go up to stop the discussion and blowing of these Cao soldiers, but Cao Xiu stopped them.
Although Cao Xiu's surname is Cao, his family is not good. He had many disasters in his early years, and he was somewhat considered to have risen from the bottom. For these Cao's soldiers at the bottom, he also had more understanding and tolerance. After a moment of silence, Cao Xiu walked away silently and did not stop this nameless performer.
Perhaps among these ordinary soldiers of the Cao army, they still have an idea or a fantasy, that is, after a period of battle, they will definitely be able to win, and then after the cavalry and horses are defeated, they can return to their hometown...
As for the changes in the entire battle situation, these ordinary Cao army soldiers were not clear at all.
And those who know the situation of the war will never say anything to these ordinary Cao army soldiers.
Just like Cao Xiu, at most he would talk to his trusted guards around him. As for those ordinary Cao soldiers, Cao Xiu only told them two words-
implement.
They are split.
Cao Xiu has tried his best to understand what the lower-class soldiers need, but can the Cao family change the current state of Cao Xiu?
What's more, some habits are difficult to correct. Even if Cao Xiu feels a little emotional at the moment, what will happen in the next moment, or in a new day?
Now the entire Han Dynasty has undergone new changes under the leadership of Fei Qian, and in this change, some people are still stubbornly trying to stand still.
After a while, Cao Xiu said nothing and continued to move up.
"Thank you for your hard work..." Cao Xiu's confidant stepped forward to welcome Cao Xiu, secretly glanced at Cao Xiu's face in the moonlight, and then his heart sank, and he quickly handed the water bag on it, "Don't rest first..."
Cao Xiu took two sips of water, glanced at his confidant, and said, "The camp at the slope was broken."
"What?!" Although everyone actually had some premonition in their hearts, they felt that the camp at the slope would be broken sooner or later, but it was indeed surprising that it was broken so quickly, "Isn't this... two days?"
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Cao Xiu snorted.
He didn't say that in fact he couldn't hold on for a day, otherwise it would be too much...
"Is it because he was... lazy and lazi, and did not build good fortifications?" Cao Xiu's confidant found another reason for the defeat of the camp at the slope.
This way of finding reasons and excuses is actually to hide one's anxiety and fear.
Cao Xiu didn't comment.
The war has come to the present moment, and it seems that the victory is getting farther and farther away. Cao Xiu cannot bear to break the illusion of the structures of his confidant.
"Master, then we are still ambushing the cavalry here now?" asked the confidant.
Cao Xiu put the saddle behind him and lay down, "No, tomorrow morning, I'm going to move the army... I'll leave some suspicious soldiers here..."
"Then...where are you going?" asked the confidant.
"Wenxiong."
In an era, individuals are often deeply influenced by the era and social environment in which they live. Their behaviors and choices are not only a reflection of personal will, but also a reflection of the characteristics of this era.
When everyone feels that benevolence, righteousness and morality have nothing to do with themselves, the whole society will lose benevolence, righteousness and morality. When everyone feels that responsibility is with others, the whole society will also lose any sense of responsibility.
Cao Xiu also has a sense of responsibility. Unfortunately, his problem is still a habitual problem in Shandong, and he will not communicate with the soldiers at the bottom.
Didn’t anyone in Cao’s army notice the change in the battle situation?
No, but these Cao army soldiers may have limited understanding of the entire battle situation and are not sure whether they are beneficial. For high-level military academies, they use false information to blindly deceive these Cao army soldiers, making it impossible for them to make corresponding judgments, and they can only follow the large army blindly.
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The same is true for people who are blinded and don’t know what they are going to do now and in the future, as well as the people of Hedong here in Wenxi.
Zhang Xiu drove away some Cao army soldiers and destroyed Wenxi's Cao army camp, but there was no effective way to destroy Lu Zhao's camp, so he could only withdraw his troops first.
Similarly, Lu Zhao had no choice but to the Zhang Xiu cavalry in the wild...
Both sides were like men shouting at each other on the road.
"If you have a genital, you will come out!"
"If you have a genital, come in!"
Then the two separated in a bad mood.
Zhang Xiu retreated back to Emei Ridge, and Lu Zhao hid in the camp.
After confirming that the cavalry and horses left, the Cao army soldiers divided up many small teams, like border herders driving away the sheep, and drove back the "cattle and sheep" that had escaped but had not escaped very far.
These "cows and sheep" mooed and bleated. Although they were not much smaller than those Cao's soldiers, they were still obediently surrounded and crowded, and then returned to the camp that was tied up with simple fences, and into the barriers they had escaped.
Lu Zhao even took a look at these "cattle and sheep" that were driven back.
Lu Zhao would not care how many "cattle and sheep" were killed or injured during this ups and downs, and Cao Cao would not care about it either.
Even those literati and poets who shout "people's hearts and opinions" every day in Shandong are not even willing to write two more words in history...
"Storing corpses and filling the road" may be the biggest description of the people's deaths and injuries. And what's interesting is that this description is often born to highlight the cruelty of some people, otherwise it would be simply "deaths of tens of thousands", "deaths of death", and "there are many casualties".
Therefore, Lu Zhao ignored these "cows and sheep" casualties, and even "cows and sheep" themselves were also numb. Isn't it normal?
What Lu Zhao cared more about was Zhang Xiu's troops "disappeared" on Emei Ridge.
He stared at the Emei Ridge, which was pitch black like a black wall in the distance, and hesitation and doubt surged in his heart.
"General, scouts report that there were no traces of the Cavalry Army in the direction of Emei Ridge, but some ashes of the bonfire were found. Obviously, there were Cavalrymen on the mountain not long ago." His deputy reported, "General, should we send more people to Emei Ridge to search carefully?"
Lu Zhao shook his head and said, "How many people should be sent for such a large piece of land? And they have horses... forget it."
Lu Zhao wanted Zhang Xiu to attack his camp, but it was obvious that Zhang Xiu, who did not carry artillery, did not want to attack Lu Zhao's camp at all.
In fact, there is no problem with Cao's strategy, if the Cavalry Army only had cavalry and infantry.
When Cao Cao fought Xiliang in history, the two sides stared at each other in this way. In the end, Cao Cao forced the Xiliang army to be defeated. Cao Cao formed a tough camp, and Ma Chao could not defeat him, but as long as Cao Cao dared to fight in the field, he would be beaten up by Ma Chao and almost gave him all his head to Ma Chao.
Now it's different. Fei Qian has better equipment, more advanced technology, and more complete logistics, while Cao Cao fell into the dilemma of Ma Chao in history. He couldn't get a fight, couldn't get peace, and couldn't get a retreat.
At first, Zhang Xiu was still wandering on Emei Ridge, and then Lu Zhao did not dare to attack at will. However, after the soldiers in Wenxi County filled the holes in the city wall, Zhang Xiu patted his butt and left, leaving Lu Zhao and Wenxi defenders staring at each other.
Wenxi defender: "Who is the old man?"
Lu Zhao:『…』
Isn't it coming? I'm not feeling tired all over, but can I continue to go to the wallet... Uh, there is not enough manpower...
So the place where I heard the joy was very calm for two days.
Wenxi's defenders seized the time and were desperately repairing their own loopholes, while Lu Zhao was busy arresting the fleeing civilians.
"Oh, it's all the fault of Pei's trash!" Lu Zhao said angrily, "If the trash could have a little more energy at that time, we would have taken Wen Xi a long time ago, and we wouldn't have been so passive now!"
"General, do you want to... go to a little farther away from around and bring some strong men?"
Lu Zhao was silent for a moment, shook his head, "Just let's go around, let's forget it if you are far away... I always feel that these grandchildren have not gone far... If we don't go out, they won't show their faces..."
『But general, we can't keep shrinking so long!"
Lu Zhao smiled, "Don't worry, I've sent someone to the back... As long as reinforcements come, we can lure these grandchildren out... At that time, hehe... tomorrow, tomorrow, I won't believe it... These pigs have been in vain for a few days, and it's time to come in handy."
"Wenxi has repaired the hole, so we have to dig it again..."
Lu Zhao laughed, "How could I use the method of that idiot Pei? This time, we have to use a new method..."
Outside Lu Zhao's camp, the people who were arrested one after another were kept waiting honestly.
Even though I didn’t know how many casualties were killed or injured in Wenxi City last time, it seemed like I had turned over. I couldn’t remember the hatred and didn’t feel much sad. I was numb and it seemed like it was not a flesh and blood body, but a shell made of earth, wood, mud and stone.
This is the norm for the ancient Chinese people who lack knowledge. How could people who even know how to write and pronounce the word "resistance" and how could they understand what class and struggle?
Lu Zhao's "new tactics" are indeed not digging holes, but piled up the soil slope.
Wenxi's city wall is not high, so this tactic is also targeted.
During this period of time, there were many edible straw bags in Cao Jun's camp, which were now in handy. If it was not enough, the clothes of dead bodies in the wilderness could be used to wrap the soil and transport the soil. I believe that the dead people would not mind being naked.
There is no need to dig holes under the city with arrows and rolling stones, but just transporting the soil to the city. Obviously, it is easier for those people to accept, at least it seems to be a little relaxed.
After Lu Zhao launched a new attack, outside Wenxi City, after most of the day, a high pile of mud was built. Although it was loose, the gradually increasing pile of soil did indeed put psychological pressure on the defenders in Wenxi City.
The tools and weapons that were scattered and damaged on the battlefield became the tools for these people to dig the soil. However, when these people were digging the soil, they never thought that these broken swords, guns, and half-split shovels could kill people...
The dead body was right beside it, both men, women, old and young.
After a few days, the body had already smelled, and a disgusting smell was permeated throughout the battlefield.
Flies and rotten birds and beasts have regarded this place as a grand banquet venue, calling friends to come here to have a party.
Flies flew around in a gauze.
He was wearing a tuxedo dress with his head raised, and one of the vultures was a vulture.
When I saw someone, I smiled first, and the eight big teeth stained with flesh and blood were jackals wearing fur.
Chapter completed!