Upon hearing the news of the arrival of the Hussars, Liu Fu let out a breath, unable to hold on any longer, and fell softly. Before falling, he closed his eyes with relief.
Liu Fu was hurriedly carried into the main room by Han Gun and called the guards to rescue Liu Fu quickly.
Lei Zhong climbed up the half-collapsed wall. He heard the bronze whistle of the Hussars and the thunderous drums from Beidaokou, from the flanks of Gubeikou, and even from the entire sky and earth.
, are all ringing and echoing each other.
In the distance to the north, thousands of torches seemed to be lit, as if all the stars in the sky were pulled into the mountains and rivers here. Under the beating of those fire points, there must be fully armed hussars and horses!
There must be a tricolor war flag flying high!
Cao Chun and others stopped all movements, they were stunned.
They couldn't believe what they were seeing. They didn't understand how the Hussar reinforcements suddenly appeared here, and how they broke through Beidaokou?
Aren't there still some residual fires burning at Beidaokou?
Aren't there still some Cao troops on duty?
Why?
Cao Chun stood blankly, letting the guards around him shout something and turned a deaf ear.
Falling short of success.
Cao Chun didn't know why these four words were left in his heart.
At that moment, Cao Chun wanted to fight these hussars, but when his blood surged and retreated a little, he clearly knew that if all Cao Jun's soldiers were exhausted here, even if he defeated Zhang He
What’s the point?
In the follow-up, does Zhao Yun just expect to be struck to death by lightning from God?
"Retreat. Retreat immediately!"
Cao Chun shouted with red eyes.
He was in great pain.
But the other soldiers of Cao's army retreated in a hurry, and even felt a sense of joy...
More and more hussars rushed into the Gubeikou Road and began to chase the remnants of Cao's army along the passage.
The hussars and horses were as powerful as a rainbow, and the sound of killing was loud.
Things in the world are really unpredictable. One moment, Cao Jun was surrounding the hussars and strangulating them. At this moment, they were being chased by hussars. Cao Jun’s soldiers ran away in confusion. When they saw those who couldn’t escape, they knelt down by the road.
, raised his hands high.
On the North Road of Gubeikou, some hussars were using bags of sand to extinguish the remaining fire. Other hussars were gradually accepting prisoners and fortifications.
Zhang He rode forward slowly.
The overall situation for Gubeikou has been decided.
This made Zhang He feel a little emotional. He originally thought it would be a fierce battle, because in fact, there were not many soldiers and horses rushing into Gubeikou at the beginning. They had to establish a foothold and open up the passage before the subsequent troops could follow up.
In this process, many people might die and the fight would be very difficult, but he didn't expect that after a lot of planning and preparation, it would be so simple in the end.
Zhang He looked at the wreckage and traces on both sides and could see that Cao Jun had made a lot of preparations and deployed many defensive fortifications.
As Zhang He walked forward slowly, he didn't know what it was like.
happy?
sad?
Maybe a little bit of both.
Horses, sandbags, ropes, clappers, cranes...
But there is no one.
These things are lying quietly or standing there, just like the stone statues on both sides of the cemetery corridor. No matter how lifelike the carvings are, they are still stone statues and motionless.
"Report!" Some soldiers came, "General! The Liu family has lost too much blood and is about to die!"
"Huh?" Zhang He was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, "It will be said that the Jinsang Department of the army is coming. No matter what, we must do our best to save one or two..."
The soldiers took the order and went to the rear to find a doctor.
"Alas..." Zhang He looked up at the sky.
The stars in the sky are like an abyss and a prison.
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Now that the war has reached this point, the gentry disciples in Shandong naturally know more or less about some of the things on the front line, including those things that Cao Cao ordered to prohibit the spread and discussion of.
The more forbidden it is, the more it spreads, and they speak clearly and logically, just like they saw the blood on the head of Tongguan City with their own eyes, and also saw the fireworks on the river. When it comes to passion, they tremble all over, and everyone is like
They all groaned...well, sighed.
The battle in Guanzhong, Hedong, completely declared that the rise of the Hussars was unstoppable.
Before, it could be said that the hussar was just a warrior on the border. He was at most a stepmother in the hierarchy of the Han Dynasty. He had to endure hardship first and enjoy himself last. Even after all the hard work, he could only get one.
The Xijing Shangshutai is just a hussar general with the same title as Sangong. There is still a long way to go before you really want to enter the core of this big man!
But now this distance has been erased in the fire, blood, gunpowder and steel!
Some people are surprised, some people are angry, and some people jump out and say that they have known it for a long time, said it for a long time, and understood it for a long time...
"That monster is not to be trifled with!"
"See what I said before?"
"I had to have my own way back then! How about now?"
All these things seem to show his outstanding foresight, but there is no immediate action at all.
Nowadays, anyone with a little bit of brains knows that the focus of Shandong is Cao Cao, but it is not just Cao Cao. If the Qiaoqi thought that capturing Cao Cao would bring good luck to the world, then they happened to fall into the wishful thinking of the people in Shandong!
If Cao Cao dies, then the people of Shandong will just put all the "blame" on Cao Cao, and then take advantage of Cao Cao's death and before Fei Qian comes to divide Cao Cao's property, leaving those who cannot be divided.
Register and make a book, hand it over to the hussar...
Oh, maybe they won’t be called Hussars at that time.
Mr. Fei!
It’s hard to say that he wants to be the king!
How is this good?
A group of people were in a panic.
They don't like Guanzhong, but can those short-sighted people in Shandong really unify their thoughts and realize the great rejuvenation of the Han Dynasty?
Stop telling jokes.
Fei Qian still didn't make any rush.
Scaryly stable!
But if you think about it carefully, Fei Qian's strategy is natural. The soldiers and horses under his command are all children from Guanzhong in the north. There are also many ordinary people with military backgrounds in the army. These people are just like the Qin Dynasty's military meritorious officials.
He has military merit, but does not know how to conduct local affairs.
This is a very simple question.
Those who know how to fight may not necessarily be able to govern a place.
In history, there have been many situations where those who are good at fighting are not necessarily good at governing local areas. This is actually a matter of many aspects including the difference between military talent and political governance capabilities, the balance between strategic goals and governance needs, and the impact of historical background on the role of generals.
problem.
Even if we don’t talk about education or knowledge issues, as a general, in war, his talents are mainly reflected in tactical strategies, bravery and adaptability, while political governance requires legal knowledge and administrative management.
and economic planning and other aspects of capabilities. Military affairs are often short-term and quick. Even a huge and long-term battle will mostly be fought intermittently and will not last for a long time. However, it takes a long time to govern a local area.
Maintain, carry out similar or repetitive work every day, every month and every year.
If Fei Qian attacked like fallen leaves in a strong wind, these Shandong people would still be very happy. Because they have been in this land of the Han Dynasty for hundreds of years, and everyone in the place is their relatives, old friends, disciples and disciples.
If the Hussars want to kill, please kill them as you please!
You can't just kill everyone in the world, right?
What's left is still their people and their souls!
They will still grow new life inside the old flesh and blood!
But if the hussars take their time...
This is a big problem.
These news are like the cold wind in autumn, whistling past, leaving a cold feeling in everyone's heart.
The discussion was gradually mixed with wailing sounds...
"The sky is going to change! The sky is going to change! There's no going back from now!"
"I knew a few years ago that this hussar has a vicious heart! He is going to cut off our roots!"
"Aren't generals greedy for merit? What kind of restraint is the hussar? It can control these generals not to be greedy for merit?"
"Let's break up! Let's break up! These days, what will happen even if the hussars come? Don't you have to rely on us for food?"
"If everyone sticks together and works together, there is still a way to survive. Now everyone is thinking about their own things, which is absolutely unethical!"
"Work together? Don't be kidding me. Look, in the past three or four hundred years, when has the big man worked together?"
Among these chaotic voices, some people began to prepare to place bets.
After all, for the noble men and women of the Han Dynasty, choosing to stand on the side of the winner is always the only way they worship.
As a result, a very interesting phenomenon appeared. Some people were sad and lamented the decline of the Han Dynasty, while others were busy making preparations and collecting all the information about Fei Qian so that they could do whatever he wanted in the future.
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The soldiers of Cao's army began to evacuate from the Zhongtiao Mountain camp dejectedly.
In the riverside area where the pontoon bridge is located, a large number of Cao's troops are lining up to cross the river.
These situations fell into the eyes of everyone above Tongguan one by one.
"Your Majesty! Give the order to attack!"
Ma Yue looked at these Cao soldiers marching slowly on the pontoon bridge, as if they were staring at pieces of barbecued pork belly, "Let's seize the pontoon bridge, kill the defenders, and see how they escape!"
Cao's soldiers were obviously extremely exhausted.
He had come a long way, only to be defeated one after another. Now he was dragging his tired and wounded body back, without asking, as if there was a huge word "mourning" slowly shaking in the sky above the ranks of Cao's army.
This is a miraculous victory!
Ma Yue's heart was surging, and he was willing to draw the final and most beautiful ending for this miraculous victory!
But Pang Tong frowned and didn't say anything for a while. He just looked at the Cao soldiers, seeming to be calculating something...
Because of the influence of Fei Qian, Pang Tong is now more sensitive to certain things than he was in history. There is no saying that he is stronger or the strongest. It is just that different intakes of knowledge have created different views.
, and thus have different life paths.
Just like now, Pang Tongyi did not boast that defeating Cao Jun was easy, nor did he get excited and happy when he saw Cao Jun's retreat. Instead, he was calculating something, and the more he calculated, the more he frowned.
"Your Majesty, this is..." Zhang Liao said from the side, "The number of Cao's troops is wrong?"
Pang Tong nodded, "Wenyuan, have you noticed it too?"
Although in history, not only ancient and modern China and foreign countries, most people like to brag and expand their military strength. This is a strategy to scare opponents, and it is understandable. However, this kind of bragging cannot be regarded as unshakable evidence.
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Historically, Cao Cao's 800,000 yuan was actually considered extremely conservative, and the one who boasted the most was Herodotus. Strictly speaking, this guy was just like Mr. Luo, he just wrote a quasi-historical novel.
But there are fools who take this novel seriously, and then swear that the ancient Greeks are awesome, the Westerners are awesome, these are real history, and they never make fakes...
Pang Tong was counting the number of people.
This is a very simple thing that can be done even if you have mastered the most basic arithmetic skills.
Because the number of people is often the most real thing and cannot be deceived.
Just like the data on specific population records in the so-called ancient Greek historical documents, it is obviously very unreliable. Only when the ancient Greeks lived by eating air can those data exist. A few historical experts with brains may have already
These problems were discovered and the hole-filling project of ancient Greek civilization started.
In fact, the population of ancient Greece has expanded at least a hundred times. If the hole-filling project was reduced to one percent, then the war between Athens and Sparta would actually be a fight between three to two hundred people from two villages. This is obviously not enough
The scene cannot be called civilized. So assuming that the hole-filling project is reduced to one-tenth, then the war between Athens and Sparta is just a fight between three to two thousand people in two counties. With such a population
Naturally, it cannot carry out cross-sea expeditions or colonial plunder due to its large scale. It is still not enough to be called civilization...
These experts have worked hard for the glorious image of ancient Greek civilization, but no matter how they fix it, the total population of ancient Greece is still wrong. According to those data, the population of ancient Greece must have exceeded ten million, or even
It would take 20 million people to support such a huge army, but by the 20th century, Greece's population was only 10 million. The key is that by the 20th century, Greece still couldn't feed its own population of 10 million, and had to rely on large amounts of imported food.
And the 10 million people in ancient Greece...under the productivity conditions at that time, many ancient Greeks must have been able to survive by absorbing energy from the void.
Literature can be exaggerated, but when it comes to specific mathematics, the truth is revealed.
Just like now, Pang Tong is planning these Cao troops. It looks like they are busy crossing the river, but in fact, not many people have crossed the river in the whole day!
And I don’t know if it was Pang Tong’s own illusion, but he always felt that the soldiers of Cao’s army who had evacuated in the past two days looked familiar...
look familiar?
Pang Tong's eyes moved.
"These Cao troops..." Pang Tong frowned and said, "Could it be that they crossed the river during the day and went back at night?"
"Ah?" Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
"Your Majesty, what do you mean...Cao's army is implementing a strategy to reduce the number of soldiers?" Zhang Liao frowned and said, "But if Cao's army does not withdraw from here, where will it go?"
Yes, that's the problem.
So where are the majority of Cao's army led by Cao Cao?
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Cao Cao has always been very courageous.
And the key is that Cao Cao refused to admit defeat.
Those who achieved great things in history were basically courageous and would not give in easily in the face of setbacks.
So even though Cao Cao's army was already defeated, Xiahou Dun was captured, Cao Hong was injured, and the Anyi camp was defeated, Cao Cao still felt that he could still save his life and hold on for a while.
"Lord."
There was the sound of some shuffling footsteps.
Cao Cao did not look back, because he was very familiar with the voice, "Zilian, your leg is injured, you need to rest more."
Cao Hong was silent for a while, "I can't calm down."
Cao Cao also fell silent.
They are like gamblers waiting for the opening of the market, holding the few chips in their hands, nervous, afraid, but taking chances.
"There is no movement in Tongguan yet?"
After a while, Cao Cao asked.
"No." Cao Hong replied, "Are they afraid to come out?"
"Don't dare?" Cao Cao smiled, "They are being cautious...well, the hussars are just being cautious. I didn't expect these people..."
In fact, Cao Cao left a lot of backup, but unfortunately, the caution of the hussar general made some of Cao Cao's strategies either ineffective or in vain.
Just like the plague seeds that Cao Cao planted along Hedong, there was no harvest like Yuan Shao.
When people are not sick, they always look down on the tiny germs and viruses, but are more afraid of the giant ones. Just like when the peak of various infectious diseases in later generations passes, someone will immediately pull off the mask. It seems that less
Breathing in a sweet breath for a moment will make you lose it for a lifetime.
Cao Cao's original plan was to infect the hussars with the plague, but unfortunately, Feiqian was very strict about the plague, or the health issues in the army, from the beginning.
Some of the generals under his command were called "Bathing Captains" and "Shithole Generals" behind their backs at a certain period of time...
Fei Qian walks slowly!
This simple word "slow" ruined a series of Cao Cao's arrangements!
Because it's slow, I won't rush.
Because I am not in a hurry, many things are done in place, and nothing is omitted just because I am anxious.
On the other hand, Fei Qian fights fast!
Cao Cao glanced at Cao Hong, with some regret in his eyes.
Cao Hong thought he could hold Fei Qian back, and Cao Cao also thought Cao Hong could hold him back.
At the foot of Anyi City, they failed to delay enough time, so they did not consume much of the Hussars. After all, during battle, one would not pay too much attention to the corpses on the battlefield...
But now, the Hussars did not attack eagerly, but slowed down again. They were cleaning up the mess in Anyi, which was equivalent to the fact that the seeds of plague planted by Cao Cao and Cao Hong in Hedong were basically uprooted.
"Are those gunpowders arranged in place?" Cao Cao asked.
Cao Hong nodded, "Most of them have been laid out...but there are some places where it is difficult to excavate, so we are asking the craftsmen to hurry up..."
"Huh..." Cao Cao breathed out, "If Fengxiao is still here..."
Indeed, if Guo Jia was still here, these things would have been done long ago. Cao Cao would not have to rush to Zhongtiao Mountain, and he could still hang out with Fei Qian in Anyi for a few more days, and Cao Hong would not be defeated so quickly.
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However, this is often the case in the world.
Nine times out of ten things in life are not going as planned.
And what happens next to Cao Cao, will it be satisfactory or unsatisfactory?
