One hundred and seventy-nine eight hundred miles under the sun
Outside the north wall of Bingyuan City, there are fences and antlers on both sides of the camp entrance. Teams of people and horses patrol around, carefully guarding against the prairie people sneaking in. Inside the camp are endless military tents, and the smell of horse manure and human smell are...
The smell of sweat mixed together, creating a warm and fuzzy atmosphere.
This is the camp of the North Camp of the Jinju State Army. In response to the order of General Jinzhou, the supplies of the North Camp, which were originally only dozens of miles away from the city gates in the north, quickly decamped and evacuated southward. The border towns that could still hold on did not wait for the hope.
The long-awaited state army rushed to rescue them, but they fell one after another after waiting for several to ten days. According to the few people who escaped, the barbarians did not let go of any old or young in these city gates, let alone the soldiers guarding them.
, the prairie people calculated their military achievements by their ears....
The soldiers who had just joined the army were horrified by the words of these defeated soldiers. That night, more than 30 people escaped from the battle and were discovered by the captain who was watching the night. They were found guilty and deserved to be executed. However, it was just when a battle was about to begin. Even the death row prisoners and heavyweights in the city
The prisoners were all taken out and formed into a team. These thirty or so young people were also taken to the prisoner camp under tight guard, waiting to join the team that dared to die.
"Now that we have entered the military camp, I would like to ask you to obey the orders of General Jinzhou!" In the noisy military tent, the voice of the burly captain was quickly annihilated. Only a few people around him were interested in looking back at him.
At a glance, the captain, who at least had thousands of men under his command, blushed deeply, but he was unwilling to get angry. He just snorted heavily and led several people from the Wuhe Escort Bureau to a place near the front of the military tent.
There were sharp-eyed people sitting next to each other. When they saw that Wu He was dressed as an escort from the escort agency, they all came up to report to each other. The two old escorts also greeted each other one by one, as if they were very familiar with each other.
"Brother Wei, I am not an old man, but our Wuhe Escort Agency is in Jiangzhou. No matter whether they are gangster or white, everyone is willing to give us three points of thin noodles." One of the two old escorts met the last one again, and then turned around and said:
Wei Changpan explained with a smile, "In the Escort Bureau business, the key is to have many friends and a wide network of contacts. These are mostly the next generation of young people from Jianghu sects who have friendships with the Escort Bureau, and are also sent by the elders of the sect to gain experience in this industry camp."
Another old bodyguard had worked with Wei Changpan before. He was good at shooting marbles, but he had an outspoken temperament. "They just wanted to take this opportunity to make their sect familiar with General Jinzhou," he said.
Who doesn’t know that the newly appointed General of Jinzhou was once a martial artist, and later he took the martial arts examination and won the top prize while performing martial arts in front of the palace, and then he entered the military world."
"But it's weird." Another old escort added, "I have been pressed into the position of serving as a soldier for many years. In the past two years, I have made rapid progress. I have become the general of our Jinzhou in one go, and I have done a good job in running the army.
It wasn't long before all the barbarians were driven out of the pass. Unfortunately, the barbarians went south and took them back again."
This spring's war in the north of the city caused Yao's army to suffer the most casualties ever since the founding of Yao. In addition, it was a battle personally fought by the emperor. After repeated deductions by the Ministry of War beforehand, it should have been a sure win. But now that we have lost, someone has to take the responsibility.
This guilt.
The one who was thinking about the Northern Expedition was undoubtedly the one on Yao's dragon chair. However, the angry officials could not do anything to His Majesty the Emperor no matter what, so they targeted the old Jinzhou generals. I don't know that these people who have lived in the capital for a long time
Where did the Yanguan learn that the old General Jinzhou failed to deliver the news to the Ministry of War immediately when there were signs of the barbarian army going south, let alone sit in the military camp and take command in person. This undoubtedly made these people
Talking about officials is like seeing blood
As excited as a fly.
The words in the memorial are very strong, and every line of the words denigrates this veteran general who has guarded a state in northern Dayao for decades, as a worm who collaborates with the enemy and treason, and wants to kill him immediately.
The wishes of these officials were not fulfilled. When the debate in the temple reached its highest point, the news that the old Jinzhou general died on the bed at his home in Bingyuancheng came to the capital. After a brief silence, the officials
He let out bursts of sneers, this sinner wants to die to clear his name, what a delusion! Not to mention opening the coffin and killing the corpse, even if it is the kindness of the emperor, if he does not investigate your sins during life, then you will receive an evil posthumous title after death, that is no matter what.
Those who cannot escape will be ridiculed by others even if they talk about their posthumous title a hundred years later.
In the end, the Ministry of Rites of Yao came to an agreement and gave Wu Min as his posthumous title. He did nothing to hurt the people when the country was in trouble, and he was ranked high among the evil posthumous titles.
It was the Minister of the Ministry of War who submitted it. Within two years, the old general of Jinzhou submitted a statement to complain about his illusions, claiming that he was too weak to command troops and horses to resist the barbarians' southward advance. However, the Minister of the Ministry of War, out of consideration for the stability of Jinzhou's defense, decided to
The pros and cons were stated in front of the emperor, and the latter made a decision. The veteran general who had been serving for decades would have to wait another three years for the Northern Expedition's army to be fully prepared before resigning.
No one dared to accuse the emperor of his faults. Even the officials, who were always known for their daring to speak out, were unwilling to talk any more after the emperor's defeat in the Northern Campaign. That would be tantamount to seeking death for his career as an official.
Thinking that this old general had never made any major mistakes during his half-life guarding Jinzhou, the posthumous title presented for the second time by the Ministry of Rites after deliberation was just a stable middle posthumous title according to the posthumous method. It was still far from a beautiful posthumous title, but it could
It was a compromise ending that silenced the officials and made the martial arts schools in the temples satisfied.
The position of General Jinzhou is vacant, but it is a hot potato. The discerning generals in the government and the public all know that the barbarians' plunder this time is far from the expected results, and the next southern invasion is bound to be in the not-too-distant future. Yan Guan
They have all witnessed their back-stabbing behavior more than once, and no one wants to be framed by these talkative officials who love to make trouble over nothing while they are leading troops in a bitter battle.
A newly promoted general was ordered to take over as the general of Jinzhou. In terms of rank, he was promoted to one and a half ranks. From being an official in the capital to a general guarding one side, the blessings and misfortunes are really unpredictable.
What most people thought was verified this winter. In the winter of Emperor Yao's fifth year, the barbarians went south, intending to use Jinzhou as a springboard to capture a wider area of land and population.
"However, the general's behavior of abandoning the northern border defenders without caring about them really chilled people's hearts." Someone beside him lowered his voice and said, "Otherwise, based on the original intention of those division commanders, even if they show up with all the best hands in the sect, they won't do anything.
But we won’t just send some arrogant young people to practice like now.”
There were nearly a hundred people sitting in the spacious military tent, which was as noisy as a food market. A few serious old people frowned. The young people were bragging to each other about their kung fu skills, and some even cleared a piece of ground for competition.
Raise your weapons....
Jinzhou is a place where martial arts are popular and the atmosphere is generous. Not many warriors really take the rules of the army seriously. Many young warriors regard it as just a once-in-a-lifetime treaty.
Wei Changpan sat there peacefully. The noisy peers made him a little excited, but he forced himself not to look around and sat quietly between the two old escorts.
"General, those three people are my father's bodyguards."
Representative sent." The young and lanky staff officer raised a corner of the military tent, pointed at Wei Changpan and said, "When my father came home, he also mentioned to me this young man he liked. Now it seems that regardless of his martial arts level,
The theory of mind is far beyond that of his peers."
"Ziwen, what did your father say when he found out that you were working under my account as a consultant?"
Zhang Ziwen replied coyly, "First I got whipped a few times, then I took my subordinate down and had a nice drink at a restaurant in Yuancheng. Then I got very drunk and said I wanted to take my subordinate down there to have a taste of women..."
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"So it seems that you have tasted it?" The heavily armored general on the city that day put on a light green broad robe and belt. He looked like a lazy scholar. Even the staff officer around him looked more like a fourth-level scholar than him.
The military attaché looked into the military tent with great interest and asked the staff officer beside him, "It's indeed interesting..."
"What's the point? Those women came up and tried to peel off the armor of their subordinates. No matter what I said, it didn't work. In the end, I had to draw my sword to scare them away." Zhang Ziwen said with a bitter smile, "What's the point?"
"I'm talking about that child's weapon. How old is he to be able to control such a murderous weapon..." Jinzhou General Song Zhiwen narrowed his eyes slightly and said in confusion, "I seem to have seen this sword somewhere.
....But where is it..."
Zhang Ziwen looked at the clock and whispered to Song Zhiwen, who was still thinking, "General, it's time to talk to these Jianghu people. Although they are just arrogant boys, they represent the face of almost the entire Jianghu sect in Jinzhou.
It would be inappropriate for us to be too negligent."
"Since these sect leaders, gang leaders, and sect leaders have no intention of sincerely helping each other, then why should I go and say words to these young people that no one will listen to." Song Zhiwen raised his hand and put down the corner of the general's tent.
The hustle and bustle was getting worse, and he had no intention of stopping it. "The battlefield will screen out those who can't adapt."
"General, what you are saying is..."
"The scouts reported that there are still more than 5,000 people thirty miles north of the round city. Hundreds of remnant troops have been protecting the 5,000 people for three days without any danger." said the general with a green robe.
He said coldly, "Fifteen hundred cavalry troops and these martial arts warriors will set out tomorrow to rescue the people into the city."
Zhang Ziwen was panic-stricken. Wuxiong City to the north of Yuancheng was a perfect place for the barbarians to gallop across the plains. Hundreds of remnants of the army could defend it for such a long time. He could clearly see the barbarians' intentions. Could it be that the general couldn't see it? The general didn't stop.
There is no point in saying too much, although Zhang Ziwen knew that this military order would ruin the fortune of Jinzhou State Army, which was almost the last cavalry field field.
When he walked out of the camp with the documents stamped with the general's seal, he looked into the camp. The cooks were distributing roasted beef to the sergeants. Without a fierce battle, such good meat would not be seen in the general's bowl.