Master of Fist

"You said that our Great Yan Kingdom has ruled Kyushu for hundreds of years, with a vast geography, and the Central Plains and Jiangnan prefectures are even richer places. The population is tens of millions, which is ten times that. Why do we always lose more and win less? Woolen cloth?"

"It's a pity that my nephew from far away was forced to go north with the army. It has been three years and he hasn't returned a single letter, alas!"

Jiang Heng fell silent after hearing this. Great Yan Guozuo has been true for hundreds of years, and its land area and population are also the largest among the neighboring countries. However, in the past one or two hundred years, they have been extremely conservative in foreign wars and frequently ceded land for peace.

It is said that a few decades ago, there was a small country in the west. Although the territory was the size of the five states of Dayan, its population was less than one million, but the army in the west was begging for mercy. Now the land in Yunzhou in the north has been reduced to aliens. place.

The south is also unbearable. Although there are no big countries in the south, there are only ten small barbarian countries, which belong to the Nanman vassals that Dayan conquered at the beginning of the founding of the country. The leader of the largest tribe was given the title of the country by the king.

However, with the passage of time, those Nanman began to gradually learn the culture of Dayan, and learned some of Dayan's system. They became more and more dissatisfied that someone above their heads was pointing fingers at them.

Therefore, in the past hundred years, the ten small southern barbarian countries have ignored Dayan's government orders. Now it is getting worse and worse, and those small southern barbarian countries began to send their subordinates to occupy the rich land of the southern state capital from time to time.

They were very eager for Dayan's exquisite products, and Dayan's coquettishly dressed and fair-skinned women were taken away wantonly.

The former emperor of Dayan once dispatched 100,000 troops from the three southern states to attack the ten countries, but the 50,000 allied forces of the ten countries defeated the 100,000 Great Yan southern army because they were familiar with the geography of the local battle, and took the opportunity to counterattack the southern Jiangzhou. Break ten cities.

At that time, Dayan was troubled by the north, so he chose to compromise and signed some unequal contracts with the ten countries. And open some trade towns.

The current situation is even more rotten. Although the ten southern countries have been temporarily stable for more than ten years, no one knows whether they will take the opportunity to attack. The north is in a stalemate with the plateau people, and the west is also eyeing.

Jiang Heng couldn't help sighing in his heart, how similar the current Dayan is to the Song in the memory of his previous life, with a prosperous literary style, but the national power is declining, and the military and government are rotten.

It's just that Jiang Heng was a little puzzled. As the saying goes, wars often lead to cultural integration, but Cangzhou is also located in the borderlands, only Liuzhou is separated from Yunzhou. But why have you never seen a foreigner?

I haven't even seen a shadow of a plateau person. Could it be because Dayan strictly cut off the businessmen from both sides during the war?

But this is not the information age of the previous life, how could it be managed!

Even in the information age, there will be spies lurking among countries, how can the imperial court of this world control it?

Or is it that the people on the plateau and the surrounding countries have exactly the same population, appearance and customs as Dayan? Isn't this funny?

Jiang Heng thought a lot, and immediately thought of everything that happened in the meeting hall today.

"Demons just appear at this time...and now it happens that Dayan is confronting the plateau people...this..."

Jiang Heng frowned as if he was thinking about a very complicated matter, but as time passed, the noodles on the table were a little cold, and a terrible thing that might happen appeared in his mind at this moment.

"It seems that since I was reborn into this world, I haven't seen any detailed records about the countries around me. What I have is just a simple name!"

Jiang Heng remembered that he had read miscellaneous books for a long time in Hengjiang City, but for the introduction of Dayan, those miscellaneous books described very obscurely, as if they were just hearsay words, and they were generally consistent.

But this is too abnormal. Since Dayan and these countries have been getting along for so many years, there is no reason why the entire Dayan people have such a lack of understanding of the outside world, right?

Or is it that the news was deliberately concealed by the court?

Only the imperial court has this ability!

Jiang Heng looked at the stall owner at the side and said softly: "Shopkeeper, you said that your nephew from afar joined the army and hasn't returned yet?"

Hearing the guest talking about his nephew, the stall owner also started to talk, and sighed: "No! No one who joins the army these days can come back. Several young and strong families in my village have joined the army and gone north. But that ghostly place is like the Hall of Hell, if you go there, it’s gone! I haven’t even returned the letter from my family!”

Jiang Heng on the side became more and more frightened the more he listened, and now he felt more and more that the court might really be hiding something.

Generally, there are people in the army who are responsible for helping to write home letters, but according to his understanding, all the garrisons in the states can write home letters. Only the garrison going north to fight against the plateau people has no letter from home!

No matter how tragic the war is, people should leave a letter before the battle, so that they can be sent back to their hometown as their last words.

But this...

unusual!

It's so abnormal!

Unless those troops going north saw something that the imperial court did not want to be exposed to the eyes of the world!

what is it?

Jiang Heng vaguely had some guesses for a while, but they couldn't be confirmed at all, because the guesses were too terrible!

"I hope this world will not be as scary as imagined!"

Thinking silently, Jiang Heng no longer had the desire to eat noodles, so he casually ate a couple of mouthfuls. Then he saw two pitiful figures beside him.

It was the two thin little beggars from before.

From the first time he saw them, he saw that they had a completely different aura from ordinary people. They were beautiful and beautiful, and although they were filthy on the surface, it was undeniable that the other party's behavior was incompatible with ordinary beggars.

He sat on the seat, listening quietly to the conversation between the two little beggars.

"Sister, I'm hungry!" the shorter beggar whispered. His voice was very immature, as if he could tell it was a boy's voice with his stubbornness.

"Hold it, it's someone else's." The taller beggar sister said in a deep voice. Her voice is very soft and touching, and it can be clearly heard that it is a female voice, revealing a touch of calmness.

"But I'm hungry!"

"I don't want to eat rotten leaves anymore." The younger brother replied.

"I don't want to either..." My sister said silently.

"Sister, I miss my father..." the younger brother lowered his head and was about to eat, when he suddenly said again.

"I think too... let's go, find a warm place to sleep, and you won't be hungry when you fall asleep!"

The two sisters and younger brothers have clearly become beggars, but they still speak with a strict demeanor, and their conversation is not ordinary, more like they are from a scholarly family. Do things very principled.

Jiang Heng was listening on the sidelines, and with a thought in his heart, he simply stood up, picked up the uneaten pasta on the table, and walked straight to the two beggars.