Li Hou burst into tears. He was really sad and couldn't hold back his tears. "My Li family only has one small fort. Some time ago, they went to my fort to collect food. I knew I couldn't defeat them, so I was willing to help them."
We were collecting food, but who would have thought that they came again two days later, and did not let us go. They looted us, and I, the Li clan, and the villagers in Wubao were not able to survive even one out of ten."
The middle-aged and young people on the side also shed tears.
Li Hou took the hands of the middle-aged and young people and said: "Now the only people close to me are my nephew and grand-nephew. Please show mercy to my cousin and give them a way to survive."
Zhao Hanzhang glanced at the two of them and asked Li Hou, "So the people here are..."
Li Hou wiped his tears and said: "Most of them are people robbed from various villages, and some are villagers from my Wubao, as well as several of my tribesmen."
Li Hou hurriedly asked Li Lai to hand over all the clan members to pay homage to Zhao Hanzhang.
Zhao Hanzhang did not refuse. After accepting their visit, he said: "So that my cousin will know that we are still fighting and cannot return to Xiping immediately, so I can only send you to Guancheng."
Li Hou's face turned even paler and he said hurriedly: "But Guancheng is surrounded by the Huns. Although General Beigong inside is powerful, he has few soldiers and food. I'm afraid he won't be able to defend it for long."
If the city was destroyed, wouldn't the people in the city suffer the same fate?
They were either killed or robbed and marched.
Zhao Hanzhang said: "We are here to support General Beigong."
Li Hou was surprised, and then his eyes lit up, "Is the army coming?"
Zhao Hanzhang did not deny it, but said: "We only attack, not defend."
Li Hou:……
Li Lai said: "I wonder if General Beigong will leave?"
Zhao Hanzhang said: "It depends on General Beigong's choice."
Li Lai lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, "We are willing to enter Guancheng."
The young man behind him knelt down and said: "I want to follow the girl into battle to kill the enemy and drive all the Huns from Han Dynasty out of Yuzhou."
Zhao Hanzhang glanced at the young man and asked, "What's your name?"
"Go back to the county guard, boy Li Zhao."
Zhao Hanzhang praised: "Good name, good ambition, but do you know martial arts? Have you ever killed anyone?"
The young man raised his pale face and said, "I have killed them! When they came in, I killed them!"
Only when he was exhausted in the end, his father threw the sword away from him with force, pressed his head and knelt down, surrendering to the Hun soldiers who rushed in, thus temporarily saving his life.
Zhao Hanzhang nodded approvingly and accepted the person directly.
Neither Li Hou nor Li Lai expressed any objection.
In this world, who knows if one will die sooner if he stays in Guancheng or if he goes to the battlefield with Zhao Hanzhang?
So just let the children be happy. Maybe if you follow Zhao Hanzhang, you will live longer?
Li Hou's expression became dull, and there was a sense of death and sadness all over his body. His children and grandchildren were all dead. Who would have thought that he, the oldest and most useless, would live to the end?
After Zhao Hanzhang asked Li Zhao, he turned around and saw that Li Hou's expression was not right, so he sighed, grabbed his wrist with a slight force, and held him until his hand hurt.
Seeing him looking over, Zhao Hanzhang smiled at him and helped him up, "Cousin, the camp is still in chaos. You've been worried for the past few days, so you'd better rest first. I'll have people take you to the tent to rest.
, let’s talk again at dawn tomorrow.”
Li Hou nodded and was helped to live in the nearest tent.
The camp had just experienced a war, and there were corpses and blood everywhere, as well as tents that had been burned by fire. There were not many intact tents left.
Zhao Hanzhang gave half to his wounded soldiers and half to the plundered people. The injured, women and children were all put into tents to spend the night first.
Fu Tinghan had just gone to count the casualties and came over this time. When he saw two strange men following Zhao Hanzhang, he couldn't help but take a second look at them.
Zhao Hanzhang introduced the two of them to him, "This is my nephew Li Lai, and this is my grandnephew Li Zhao."
Fu Tinghan looked at Li Lai, who was about the same age as Zhao Ming, and then at Li Zhao, who was a few years older than them. After a moment of silence, he nodded and said hello: "Hello nephew, hello grandnephew."
Li Lai and Li Zhao:......
Zhao Hanzhang introduced them, "This is Fu Tinghan, my military advisor and my fiancé."
After all, this was the backer that their uncle had found for them. The two of them forced a smile, and one of them shouted: "Master Fu."
One person shouted: "Uncle."
The father and son could not help but look at each other. Li Lai looked at his son silently. He did not expect that his son could be so shameless;
Li Zhao also glanced at his father. He didn't expect that his father would still be so ignorant of current affairs at his age.
The father and son looked away silently.
Fu Tinghan fully accepted these two titles, and said to Zhao Hanzhang: "Our casualties have been counted, and the number of prisoners has also been counted. Most of them are not Huns."
Zhao Hanzhang frowned, "If they're not Huns, what are they?"
"Jiehu and Xianbei, this is a mixed army."
Zhao Hanzhang was slightly surprised, nodded to Li Lai and Li Zhao, and let them go down to rest. Then he turned around and went to deal with these Huns with Fu Tinghan.
Many Hu soldiers were captured, 1,200 of them.
There were too many people. Zhao Hanzhang did not intend to leave so many people behind. After all, she only had 2,000 troops. During this period, she suffered some casualties and added some more, basically maintaining this figure.
"Are many of them running away?"
"Not many, and we sent people to guard the west road. In panic, they all ran eastward and could not reach the west for the time being."
Zhao Hanzhang nodded, expressing satisfaction. After looking around, he said, "Let their team leader and chief come to see me."
They were all rebels, and there were only a few team leaders and commanders left, but there were enough for Zhao Hanzhang to question.
Zhao Hanzhang was just asking questions and handling official business, so he was too lazy to occupy a tent, so he found a place to sit down next to a burning wooden pillar and waved for the team leaders and chiefs to be brought over.
There are only five people in total, two captains, three captains, and the others are ordinary soldiers. Of course, that is not necessarily the case. There might be someone hiding in the crowd pretending to be ordinary soldiers.
However, Zhao Hanzhang didn't care very much. Anyway, the general had been stabbed to death by him. Now that they were distracted, hiding in the crowd was of little use.
Zhao Hanzhang first asked the names and nationalities of the five people. When he learned that the five people were either Jiehu or Xianbei, there was not even a Huns. He couldn't help but ask: "How many Huns are there in your army?"
"Not many, only about a hundred people," said a Jiehu named Cheng Da: "Our general is a Huns, but he is not reused, so we recruit Jiehu and Xianbei."
Zhao Hanzhang said: "In terms of bravery, Jiehu and Xianbei are both inferior to the Xiongnu. How can there be any distinction between superiority and inferiority?"
Hearing this, Cheng Da raised his head and glanced at Zhao Hanzhang, then lowered his head and said, "But in the Han Kingdom, the status of Jiehu and Xianbei is lower than that of the Xiongnu, not even comparable to the Han people."
Wei You on the side said: "The Han Dynasty was founded by your Majesty. Your Majesty is the Huns, so naturally the Huns are respected. Just like the Jin Kingdom, it was created by the Han people, so the Han people are respected. Isn't this normal?"