Since leaving Chang'an City, Lin Shaoyu felt like a bird with broken wings. He used to fly for nine days, soaring into the sky, and there was nowhere to go in the world. But now he can only jump on the ground, and the jumping speed is not very fast.
He led a hundred thousand soldiers and horses to attack Chang'an. After the city was captured, he lost half of his troops and lost half of his troops. When he was driven out of Chang'an by various princes, he lost another half. Along the way, he encountered various soldiers and horses that were chasing and intercepting him.
After fighting, the soldiers under his command fled to death. Currently, only three to four thousand people are still following Lin Shaoyu.
The Youzhou base camp has been captured. If Lin Shaoyu is unable to get it back, he can only lead 3,000 remaining soldiers to launch a guerrilla war against the imperial soldiers in Bingzhou.
At first, Lin Shaoyu broke through Bingzhou and arrived at the foot of Chang'an. It can be said that the Bingzhou soldiers hated him to the bone. After being caught, they beat him to death. The two sides had seen each other in several battles, and the fight was very miserable. The righteous army left behind
After picking up the corpses of some of his companions, he fled in panic.
Defeat, death, pain, hunger, cold, etc. were tormenting this army. At the same time, a certain distrust of Lin Shaoyu spread among the team.
Perhaps, he is not a destined general, and even if he is, it is very likely that the omnipotent Toad God has abandoned him, and he is no longer worth following.
That night, the rebel army camped in a mountain valley in Bingzhou. In the dark mountainous area, black shadows lay on the ground, cherishing this rare opportunity to rest.
In order to avoid being discovered by the Imperial Army, there was no fire in the camp, and everyone could only rely on their thin clothing to resist the cold.
Lin Shaoyu sat on a big rock with a gun on his knees, sitting there with his eyes closed and meditating.
It was the sound of footsteps breaking through dead branches. Lin Shaoyu opened his eyes and saw Lin Chong approaching here.
"Shaoyu."
Lin Chong took out a linen package from his arms. Inside were two steamed buns with some blood stains on them.
"Shaoyu, please eat something."
Lin Shaoyu waved his hand: "Take it and give it to the wounded soldiers, they need this more."
"But your body can't survive without eating. Besides..." Lin Chong took a step closer and whispered: "Besides, some people can't survive even if they eat."
Lin Shaoyu was startled, and the hand he pushed out froze in the air, and he didn't know what to say. The team lacked doctors and medicine, and sometimes when walking halfway, a good man would fall on the road and never stand up again.
Lin Chong forced a steamed bun into his hand and said, "Eat it, it will be good for everyone if you eat it."
Lin Shaoyu took a bite, and there was an earthy smell in his mouth, which was as unbearable as chewing soil. He was stunned for a long time and said: "Tell me, did we do something wrong?"
Lin Chong shook his head: "There must be an explanation for the master's death. Now that we have avenged the master, it is worth it even if we die immediately."
"Yes, it's worth dying immediately." Lin Shaoyu sighed and said, "But we are still alive now."
"Shaoyu, what are your next plans?"
As soon as Guo Fanren died, the rebel army was left without a counselor. Now that the army was defeated and people were in panic, the only one left who could discuss countermeasures was Lin Chong. Lin Chong was a strong general on the battlefield, but he really didn't have much talent.
"Now the entire empire wants to kill us. We can no longer go to Youzhou. There is no place for us in the whole world. There is only one place left for us to go." Lin Shaoyu looked to the northwest: "
Only Liangzhou is left."
"Liangzhou, Qinchuan Pass?"
Lin Shaoyu nodded.
"But if we want to go there, we have to pass through many cities along the way. I'm afraid we won't be able to support such a long journey." Lin Chong.
"It's naturally not easy to pass through the empire." Lin Shaoyu said: "So we broke through the border pass, walked through the grassland, and went directly to Qinchuan Pass."
Lin Chong thought for a moment: "We have no food."
"Those who rob Rong people on the road can always catch up."
Lin Chong turned his eyes around, as if he was worried that the following words would be heard by outsiders: "Shao Yu, even if we can grab food, there are many people who can't support it. Simply leave some wounded soldiers behind, so that we can get there a little bit."
The possibility of Qinchuan Pass."
After hearing Lin Chong's words, Lin Shaoyu fell silent. After a long time, he nodded gently.
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And just as Cheng Dalei expected, the empire was in a mess, and the tribes on the grassland were at war with each other.
Rong tribe, Hongshi tribe.
This grassland is ruled by the Northern Barbarians. Among the entire Northern Barbarians, the Red Stone Tribe is really an extremely small tribe. The entire tribe can exceed a man as tall as a riding whip, but only has fifty or sixty people.
Those who attacked them were the Lieyang tribe of the Rong tribe.
The Lieyang Tribe is actually not that big among the entire Northern Barbarians. However, the resources on the grassland can only allow one tribe to survive, so whether it is the Lieyang Tribe or the Red Stone Tribe, one of them must die.
The battle started when the morning fog first emerged. The Lieyang tribe riding on fierce horses broke into the camp of the Red Stone tribe. The scream of the first man before his death kicked off the battle, and a red sun came from the east.
Stick your head out.
Men charge on horses, women fight with sticks, and toddlers cry in a pool of blood.
The leader of the Red Stone Tribe, Bai Yan, used a wooden stick to fight with the enemy. The surrounding area was spread wide, making it difficult for seven or eight people to approach.
But the only thing Bie Yan could protect was himself. He saw his children being dragged behind the horse's butt and strangled to death, and his wife and daughter being snatched on horseback by the enemy, and he screamed in agony.
With calculated and unplanned actions, the Lieyang tribe soon came close to winning the battle. The men were killed, and the women were kidnapped along with the cattle and sheep. On the grassland, one cow can be exchanged for two women.
Bai Yan fell into despair. Of course, he also robbed others in this way, and his wife was robbed in this way.
At this time, a black horse came from a distance along the river and stopped as it approached the battlefield.
The leader of the Lieyang tribe who had just won the victory noticed him. He was not very old, his expression was very calm, and he looked very thin. The only surprising thing was that he was blind in one eye and was covered with a piece of black cloth.
"Boy, which tribe are you from?" Lieyang Xiong, the leader of the Lieyang Tribe, asked.
"Chief, just kill him and take his horse. I like his horse." A man from the Lieyang tribe said.
The one-eyed boy did not answer his question, but asked: "Are you willing to let me be your leader?"
Lieyang Xiong was stunned, and then a group of people burst out laughing. The young man didn't react, and just looked at each other calmly, as if waiting for the other person to laugh enough.
"Whoever goes with me to kill him, that horse will be his."
"Hey kid, your head and horse are mine."
A strong man galloped on his horse, and the one-eyed boy raised the corner of his eye slightly.