The weather is getting colder and colder, and the northwest wind is blowing loudly. When I look up, it's gloomy. I'm afraid it's going to snow.
Yuan Feng's war horses neighed anxiously, as if they sensed an ominous omen. The refugees were moving too slowly, as if they were just strolling. It's no wonder that there were children and women in tow, and cattle, sheep, mules and horses were mixed together.
, even if you want to, you can't get up quickly, but you must race against time to enter the protection range of Liangzhou City, as the Turkic army may attack at any time.
The tall city wall of Liangzhou could already be seen in the distance. Everyone cheered lowly and quickened their pace as much as possible. However, the tide of refugees still continued to the horizon. How many years and months will it take for this to be completed? Yuan
I closed my hands and built an arbor and looked to the west. I saw dark clouds in the distant sky, which was so dark that it made me feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Mr. Qian! The west gate of Liangzhou is about to be closed." A cavalry galloped to report. Yuan Feng was shocked when he heard this. Closing the city gate at this time was tantamount to pushing the people into the tiger's mouth. He quickly led a dozen people
The cavalry rushed to the city gate.
Outside the west gate of Liangzhou, more than a hundred cavalry are trying their best to maintain order. The prefect has ordered to accept as many refugees as possible while ensuring safety. After all, they are all citizens of Liangzhou. However, there is a congestion at the gate of Wengcheng.
The stubborn donkey stood there and refused to leave, no matter how much the owner beat and scolded it. Yuan Feng came at a gallop. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but get angry. He walked over and asked, "Whose donkey is it? If you don't take it away, I'll take it away."
killed!"
The owner of the donkey was a small landowner. He had some connections and said forcefully: "Whoever dares to kill my donkey, I will fight him to death." Yuan Feng was furious and cut with his sword. The sword he was using was a captured weapon.
The Turkic general's iron scimitar was extremely sharp. He cut it down with one strike. The donkey's head fell straight to the ground, and blood spurted everywhere. The owner of the donkey was petrified and did not dare to speak. Yuan Feng commanded the soldiers to free the dead donkey. Suddenly, the gate of Wengcheng suddenly burst into flames.
Traffic was restored again.
But a moment later, an officer arrived with a hundred soldiers. He waved his hand and said: "Close the door!" The people who were still outside the city suddenly burst into chaos and squeezed desperately into the city gate. The scene was out of control for a while.
The soldiers at the door were about to point their swords and guns at the people. Yuan Feng shouted: "Stop!" He stepped forward and asked: "Why are you closing the door?"
The officer looked at Yuan Feng and saw from his clothes that he held the title of General Qian. He clasped his fists and said, "My lord, please come. There is an order from the top. In order to prevent Turkic spies from sneaking into the city, the city must be closed."
Yuan Feng said: "There are tens of thousands of people outside the city, and their livelihood is cut off for an unfounded spy. How can you bear it?"
The officer was stunned and suddenly said: "I know you. Aren't you the fierce man who killed more than 20 Turkic bandits alone? Well, for your sake, you can leave the city gate temporarily, but I can't guarantee it.
How long can the city gate be kept open? The Turkic army is about to kill them. If they take the opportunity to enter the city, tens of thousands of lives will not be at risk."
Yuan Feng clasped his fists and thanked them, then flew back to lead his cavalry. Eight hundred of his cavalry were distributed everywhere to urge the refugees to move. It was only with the coordination and supervision of these people that tens of thousands of refugees did not become a huge blockage.
pimple.
Cao Yanhui left the mansion, and the soldiers helped him put on a fox fur cloak. However, the old man still felt a cold air blowing on his face. The outside was not as good as the inside. The white copper stove was burning all the time, and it was warmer than spring. But.
With a powerful enemy at hand, he, the de facto king of Xiliang, had to come out to inspect his territory in person.
A group of people got into the car and drove to the west gate under the escort of the bodyguards. The road was bustling with people, even more lively than during the festival. However, these people were not here to buy new year's goods, but refugees fleeing for their lives. The car was connected to the car.
, horses connected to each other, people shouting, horses neighing, making a mess, furniture, pots and bowls piled on the cart, followed by strings of cattle and sheep, children crying, adults making noises, and countless dogs following along, it was really chaotic.
Cao Yanhui sat in the car and couldn't help but rub the sun. The refugees brought a sense of impending disaster to Liangzhou, which made people feel depressed. They haven't seen such a scene for many years. Could it be that Liangzhou's peaceful days are over?
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He ordered people to open the way to the west gate as quickly as possible. The guards and soldiers waved their whips and forced a way. The convoy arrived at the west gate. Cao Zhifu climbed the city wall surrounded by the generals. Cao Jun and Cai Yong also followed.
later.
The city wall of Liangzhou is much taller than that of Lanzhou. It is covered with a layer of wall bricks on the outside and made of rammed loess on the inside. The lower layer is made of huge stones. The bricks and stones are mixed with lime water and glutinous rice juice. It is extremely strong. There are also wooden walls on the tower.
From the watchtower, you can see the scene dozens of miles away.
General Ximen invited Magistrate Cao to rest in the city tower, saying that there was a stove inside and it was very warm. However, Magistrate Cao waved his hand and said, "What time of day do you still care about that? Hurry up and take me to see the scene outside."
Holding on to the crenel and looking outside, Magistrate Cao couldn't help but be shocked. There was a large open space outside Liangzhou City. On weekdays, there were only caravans coming and going, but at this time, it was noisy with carriages and horses, and endless refugees were rushing in from all directions.
These people, with their families and their children, are all their own people. It is precisely because of their hard work that Liangzhou is so wealthy. When faced with the invasion of foreign enemies, it is natural for a parent to protect his children.
people’s lives.
"Is the city gate closed?" Magistrate Cao asked.
"Back to your lord, the troops and horses to close the door have been sent out. We are just waiting for your lord to say a word."
"Okay, don't close the door for the time being. Let's save as many as possible."
Calm returned to the city wall, and there was no sound. Even Cao Jun and Cai Yong were no longer bickering. Everyone was watching this scene silently, and everyone was asking in their hearts: Is the end of Liangzhou really coming?
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Suddenly someone shouted: "Turks!" Everyone raised their telescopes and looked to the west. Under the gloomy sky, a black line appeared on the horizon. Slowly, the black line turned into a mass of black and covered with dark clouds.
Usually drive towards Liangzhou.
With a "pop", the expensive telescope fell from Cao Jun's hand. What was supposed to come finally came. The Turkic army came from the far western regions, with more than a million soldiers and horses. The end of Liangzhou had finally arrived.
"Father, what should I do?" Cao Jun asked in a trembling voice.
Cao Yanhui glanced at his son with disdain. There was no need to be afraid of the enemy now. He continued to observe with his telescope and ignored Cao Jun.
"Sir, please close the door. If you don't close it, it may be too late." Cai Yong persuaded his brother-in-law in a low voice.
"Wait a minute, the Turkic army is still twenty miles away. If we close the door now, these people outside the city will be dead." Cao Yanhui said in a deep voice, and the orders were passed down one after another. The three city gates in the west of Liangzhou were all
It remains open and welcomes refugees from all directions.
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Yuan Feng was commanding the retreat outside Liangzhou City. Suddenly, he felt that the dark clouds on the horizon were getting closer and closer. It felt like the top of Mount Tai. He couldn't help but look back. Under the vast dark clouds, there were endless soldiers. The Turkic army had already killed them.
arrive!
The outside of Liangzhou City is extremely empty and the view is excellent. Although the enemy troops appearing on the horizon are still far away, the refugees have also seen them, so they no longer care about the pots, pots, and even the cattle, horses, pigs and sheep.
, no one shouted, no one cried, everyone quickened their pace and ran towards the Liangzhou city gate as fast as they could.
There was no longer a crowd at the gate of the city. The soldiers shouted anxiously: "Quick, quick!" They helped the refugees carry their luggage and carried their children inside. At this moment, the west gate of Liangzhou was a life-or-death line, and those who entered the city would die.
, those who stay outside the city will only die.
Although the flow of refugees into the city is accelerating, there are still more than 10,000 refugees on the road, including the people of Liqian Village. Pots and pans have been thrown on the ground. There are not many camels in Liqian, and women on foot are stumbling.
They were running forward, but they were still far away from Liangzhou. If the forward of the Turkic army pressed forward at this time, they would be crushed by iron hoofs.
The situation was extremely critical. Seeing the dark cloud-like Turkic cavalry slowly pressing forward, Yuan Feng subconsciously shouted: "Brothers, follow me!"
When he turned around, there were only twelve cavalry left. The rest of the soldiers had been scattered by him and sent to various places to help the refugees enter the city. It was too late to gather them again now.
A pair of eyes looked at Yuan Feng. Half of them were old brothers from Shibali Fort, and the other half were comrades who had experienced fierce battles in Ganzhou. At this time of life and death, no one backed down or showed weakness, as if
The majestic Turkic army in the distance does not exist.
There are relatives from Shibalibao in Liqian Village, and most of the other refugee groups are the same honest, mud-legged farmers like Shibalibao, and Yuanfeng's brothers are the sons of these mud-legged farmers. There is no need for them at the moment.
No matter what Yuan Feng said, they already knew what to do. They lined up in a horizontal line behind Yuan Feng, arranged their knives and weapons, and tightened the girths of the horses.
At this moment, Yuan Feng suddenly understood that the goal he was fighting for was not for fame and wealth, nor for the emperor and the court, but for his brothers and relatives.
Yuan Feng unsheathed his sword and looked back at the twelve cavalrymen behind him. They were ready. The horses were pawing their front hooves anxiously, and large clouds of white mist were sprayed from their mouths, as if they could feel the cold fighting spirit of their masters.
The sky became even more gloomy, and finally a snowflake fell and drifted into Yuan Feng's neck. He suddenly clamped the horse's belly, pointed his sword, and the war horse let out a long neigh, spread its hooves and galloped away.
Twelve cavalry followed closely behind, raising thirteen streaks of smoke and dust on the wasteland outside Liangzhou City, and rushed towards the Turkic army, which was like a copper wall and an iron wall.