Chapter Three, Five and Four: Xianbei's True Purpose
The soldier in charge of translating in the Blood Guard came forward and asked in a gibbering tone. More than a hundred prisoners stood there quietly, as if they had never heard of it before.
Blood Guard walked up to Jia Rong with a guilty look on his face and bowed: "General, no one answered."
Jia Rong sneered: "Very good!"
He randomly stuffed the dried meat into his mouth, pulled out his green sword and walked to a Xianbei man. In a flash of blue light, a head flew out along with a column of blood, splattering Jia Rong with blood all over his body.
Wiping the blood on his face, he was still chewing the dried meat in his mouth. Spiritual Realm
Seeing this, the remaining Xianbei people looked at Jia Rong as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Their eyes were full of fear. "Kill without blinking an eye." Such a word flashed in the mind of the leader among the Xianbei people who understood Han culture. It was lingering and could kill people.
He was still eating when he was young, which means that the number of lives lost in the hands of the person in front of him is unknown.
"Ask again. If no one answers the first time, kill one. The second time if no one answers, kill five. The third time ten, the fourth time fifty, and the fifth time kill them all."
As soon as he finished speaking, twenty blood guards stepped forward with scimitars in hand.
When the soldiers finished translating these words, there was a brief commotion among the Xianbei people, but still no soldiers were willing to answer.
When the Blood Guard asked the question for the third time, the Xianbei man in front of him couldn't bear the pain brought by the god of death. He knelt on the ground with a thud and begged loudly for mercy.
After the blood guard asked about the situation in a few words, he came to Jia Rong with an excited look and whispered a few words.
Jia Rong jumped up and said, "Bring them to see me!"
Two Xianbei people were brought up. With just one glance at Jia Rong, he could tell that they were extraordinary. Without the influence of power, they would not have such a temperament. This is a majesty that only a superior person can have. It is different from
The literati of the Han Dynasty are feminine, but the two of them give people a strong masculinity and murderous aura.
After picking up the dried meat that fell on the ground, Jia Rong asked in a low voice: "Tell me your identities."
Without the need for soldiers to translate, one of the Xianbei people replied: "Muda, the son of Que Ju."
Jia Rong glanced at Mu Da approvingly. Being able to be so calm and aware of current affairs in the enemy's camp can be regarded as a talent of Xianbei.
Ignoring the angry look on the face of the other Xianbei man, he continued: "This is Murong Li, the beloved son of Marshal Murong."
Jia Rong laughed loudly regardless of his appearance and said: "I didn't expect to catch two big fish, ten thousand good horses and one hundred thousand livestock, but it still insults your value."
Mu Da sneered and said: "With a team of several hundred people, you are delusional and want to make enemies of tens of thousands of Xianbei warriors."
Murong Li also said in fluent Chinese: "If you are sensible, let us leave as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame us for being rude."
The two of them could actually speak Chinese at the same time. There were very few people who could speak Chinese in the entire Xianbei army. I didn't expect that I met two of them at once. I was very lucky.
"Pa", Jia Rong slapped Murong Li on the left side of his face, and laughed and said: "Didn't your father teach you that anyone who offends me, a big man, will be killed no matter how far away you are? If you fall into my hands, you still want to take revenge."
, Huh, don’t look at you now, you are so lively and vigorous, if you speak rudely again, I can’t guarantee that you will have something missing when I let you go back.”
Murong Li couldn't help but shudder and glanced at Jia Rong fearfully.
"I don't know the name of this general?" Muda asked. Spiritual Realm
Jia Rong snorted coldly and said: "A man can change his name or his surname. Jia Rong, let alone you, even if your father comes in person, I will arrest them."
The faces of the two became ugly when they heard this. Among Xianbei people, the strongest are respected. Their father was a warrior who followed Tanshihuai Khan in the east and west. When he was insulted by a Han general, you can imagine the anger in his heart.
Yes, but the two of them would not think about arguing with this hateful-looking Han general. A devil who kills without blinking an eye, and too much nonsense will only bring death.
"What good will it do if I let you go?"
Mu Da and Murong Li were very puzzled by Jia Rong's sudden appearance as a profiteer. One moment he was speaking righteously, but in the blink of an eye he was thinking about profit. The rapid change of roles made them dumbfounded.
"General, feel free to mention it." Resisting the contempt in his heart, Mu Da promised to ask as calmly as possible.
"First tell me about Xianbei's military deployment in Beidi County and Lingzhou's troops. Let me see your sincerity first."
Mu Da was immediately at a loss for words. Such important news became a test of sincerity in Jia Rong's mouth. The disdain in his heart quietly put away, and the look he looked at Jia Rong once again contained confusion. Combining several things before and after, Mu Da found that he
Unexpectedly, I had no idea what this Han man was thinking.
Looking at the two men with dark faces, Jia Rong said with a smile: "Actually, even if you don't tell me, I roughly know that Lingzhou is responsible for the central dispatch. Your goal is not to occupy Beidi County, but to plunder the Han people's supplies. The county is in danger.
, it seems that the key to solving the crisis lies with you two, and I don’t know what your status is in the hearts of Murong Feng and Que Ju."
"You must give up this idea, the commander-in-chief will not change because of the two of us, shameless Han people." Even with his restraint, he couldn't help but curse.
Jia Rong chuckled and said: "As far as I know, Murong Feng only has one son, it can't be you, hahahaha."
Murong Li looked pale and said, "A hero is not necessarily a good man." Murong Li grew up with a golden bowl in his mouth. Murong Feng was wise and made great achievements in his life, but he had a shortcoming of protecting his children. Murong Li grew up in Xianbei.
For example, Yuan Shu, who has a family background of four generations and three princes, can completely walk sideways. After such a real face of life and death, Murong Feng followed Que Ju's words when he led his troops out this time, and let Murong Li come out to practice. Unexpectedly, he failed.
fell into the hands of the Han people.
Every time the Xianbei people invaded the Han territory, their purpose was rarely to occupy cities, plunder supplies, and rob Han people and women. This time it was the same as before. It was not that they did not want to stay in the rich and prosperous Han Dynasty, but
There were too many Han people, and protracted city defense battles were not what the Xianbei people were good at.
"The Han people are not that easy to bully. I want you to watch how Xianbei was driven out of the Han territory."
Leaving the stunned two people behind, Jia Rong stood up and left.
Even if the two told Jia Rong some news, he would not believe it completely and could not leave the fate of the army to the two prisoners.
Suddenly, a clever plan flashed in Jia Rong's mind, "Capture the thief first! Capture the king first!" Nowadays, Beidi County is surrounded by wars. Except for the county town, which is still struggling to support itself, the rest of the country has fallen. In a few days, in Xianbei
Under a powerful offensive, the county and city will not be protected.
Thanks to Xianbei's efforts, tens of thousands of people in Beidi County gathered in the county town. Jia Rong could not imagine what would happen after the city was broken.
Murong Feng and Que Ju are in the nearby Lingzhou City. As long as they are careful, they can completely drain the Xianbei people and allow the 140,000 Xianbei army to retreat without a fight.
The closest to Jia Rong were the five hundred blood guards led by Zhao Yun, who were wandering not far from Jia Rong's army.
So far, more than 300 of the 500 blood guards have been left, and more than 3,000 Xianbei people have been wiped out. Such a record is enough to make the world proud, but Jia Rong is not happy. The situation of the other teams has been reported one after another. The loss of the cavalry is probably
Half of Xianbei, if this continues, Xianbei's 30,000 cavalry can completely wipe out the 5,000 Xiliang army. Without the advantage of the cavalry, they will only be passively beaten against the roaring Xianbei army.
"Victory can only be won by strange moves!" Now all Jia Rong can think about is how to gain advantage on the entire battlefield, kill the enemy's head, and win.
For three days, Jia Rong has led his men to stay day and night. Even if they fight against the Xianbei people, they are still picking on a weak team. Spiritual Realm
"Lord!"
Not seen for many days, Zhao Yun was so frozen that he looked like a black man, and his face exposed in the air was still delicate.
Less than 300 of the 500 Blood Guards led by Zhao Yun were left, which shows how fierce the battle was. Every Blood Guard was the hard work of the Xiliang Army. They were selected from tens of thousands of troops, and every one of them was a well-known man.
Six hundred and twenty Blood Guards put on Xianbei people's clothes and held high the Murong banner. Among the Xianbei people, the Murong tribe was famous for their erudition. Everyone in the clan learned the culture and language of the Han people. Tan Shihuai was greatly praised during his lifetime.
Trust, otherwise it would not become the strongest team in Xianbei.
When Zhao Yun learned that Jia Rong led 500 blood guards to kill more than 3,000 Xianbei cavalry, his admiration in his heart was like the overflowing of the Yellow River, which was enough to make the world proud. However, when it came to Jia Rong, Zhao Yun could not feel anything shocking.
It seems like a matter of course.
Jia Rong roughly told Zhao Yun the situation on the battlefield. The number of Xianbei troops on the battlefield surged to 140,000. Such news was enough to shake the firm hearts of every general. The Xiliang army only had 30,000 troops.
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Everyone in the Xianbei army knew that Marshal Murong's beloved son and Que Ju's son were in danger on the way to Lingzhou. Zhao Yun was a little worried about Jia Rong's decision, but he did not say it out loud. The army was at such a disadvantage.
, there is no other way to stop the Xianbei people. Should we persuade Jia Rong to cede land to the Xianbei people as compensation and make peace? I'm afraid he was beheaded by Jia Rong before he could finish his words.
The people who stirred Jia Rong's heartstrings the most were the people. Otherwise, there would not have been Luoyang's water-boat theory that shocked the world. The ceding of territories and seeking peace would have pushed tens of thousands of people into a deep and fiery pit.
The battle with the Qiang people made Jia Rong very familiar with the geography of Beidi County. Although the Xianbei army was powerful, it would only be defeated in a close encounter with the Xiliang army.
Jia Rong had no way of knowing how many soldiers and horses Xianbei had stationed in Lingzhou City. Murong Li and Mu Da had been away from Lingzhou for a long time, so he didn't know much about the situation in the city, but Jia Rong was sure that there were not many troops in the city.
, the number of Han cavalry wandering on the battlefield was only a few thousand, and they had no deterrent effect on Xianbei who owned the city. The battle of the county and city was at a critical juncture.
There is a big difference in appearance between the Han people and the Xianbei people. The biggest trump cards in my hand are Murong Li and Mu Da. Success or failure depends on this.
Jia Rong suddenly found that his many years of hard work were hanging by a thread again. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.
