Our Hometown

Chapter 111 Vision Planning

"One hundred died today, one hundred tomorrow, and one hundred the day after tomorrow. I will go crazy like this."

A large row of burlap corpses was placed in front of Yun Lang. Yun Lang felt his heart felt like a needle stick.

After the bandaged mummy-like Zhao Ponu returned to Shoujiang, he moved the bed to the tent where the battle robe was placed and said he would not leave anything.

Among the robes that died in battle, he counted the most soldiers under his command ...

"All blame me ... actually lost!"

"I fought a confused battle when I was confused ..."

Zhao Ponu thumped his chest hard while talking to himself, watching the bandaged wound start to bleed again, which was stopped by Yun Lang.

"Don't beat yourself to death, otherwise, the Huns will have another record in their credit."

"Alang, you can't go on like this, you can't go on like this, you are the smartest of the few of us, think of a way, it is too easy for the soldiers to die, too easy ..."

"What can I do, unless we can be so strong that we can ignore the Huns and defeat the Huns from the front with an upright teacher.

But these Huns are not stupid. They basically don't give us a chance to fight decisively.

Every battle with the Huns is an encounter, an assault, and a quick battle is required.

At this time, our powerful weapons basically have no room to play, and naturally we can only replace them with human lives.

unless……"

"Unless what?" Zhao Ponu grabbed Yun Lang and asked.

Yun Lang shook his head helplessly, freed from Zhao Ponu's hand, and went outside the tabernacle. Anything said in this place was a blasphemy against these dead soldiers.

The descending city regained its vitality, but there was no smile on everyone's face, and even the slaves who started the road repair again were listless.

Those Qiang people who were rescued from the battlefield by Yun Lang, because no one was in control these days, some died, and some even breathed only alive.

Xiegu is still alive ... just filthy.

After being washed away by the Qiang women, they were sent to Yunlang.

Looking at Xiegu's ghost-like eyes, Yunlang whispered: "The Qiang people killed more than 7,600 people in battle. So, are you satisfied?"

Xiegu's deep eyes suddenly froze for a moment, then opened his mouth and said: "All of you killed."

Yun Lang shook his head and said: "We killed some, the Huns killed some, and then this is the situation."

"The Qiang people are too weak ..."

"It's not that the Qiang people are too weak, but you are too stupid, and it's hard to be small under the two majors. This is the truth of the great man, even the woman knows it, but you don't know.

After this incident, you Qiang people want to return to the previous population, it is impossible without fifty years.

The Hans wanted to deal with the Huns, but they didn't want to deal with you. It was you who took the initiative to take part in the war and accepted the drive of the Huns to come to the city and die.

Many years ago, the form of war has changed a lot. With courage and hatred alone, it has been impossible to win a war. Especially when the opponent's armor is sharp, forcible combat is the current result. "

Xie Gu looked at Yun Lang and said, "Tell me what to do with these? Anyway, if you want to kill me, stop humiliating me."

Yun Lang shook his head with a smile: "I didn't intend to kill you. On the contrary, I will give you an oxcart. You rush the oxcart to your camp to see how the remaining women and children should spend the years to come. . "

"Do you want me to show you the way to catch those women and children?"

Yun Lang smiled and pointed to the Qiang slave who was working outside the window and said, "Look for someone to lead the way? Too often, as long as I pay a little food, there will be countless Qiang people leading us, even if they are asked to dig your ancestors Tombs, they will also take us without hesitation.

Too many people have died. If they die again, there will be no more people on this grassland. "

"Will you be so kind?"

Yun Lang shook his head and said: "Originally, since I heard that the Huns Hunxian died, his subordinates arrested more than two thousand people of your Qiang women and children and died for the Hunxian king, and I began to pity you."

"This is not possible! The King Hunxie promised us to return the Hequ City to us. We are helping him. He will not fight us like this ... You said that the King Hunxie died in battle?"

Xiegu was agitated at once, holding the wooden cage with one hand and shaking it constantly.

"Yeah, anyone who is an enemy of the Great Han is unavoidable. After all, the military officer is dead. King Zuo is now dancing to my emperor. What is the point of dying another Hunxian, let's go to the grassland Take a look, those women and children who have no protection from the samurai know what kind of disaster they are going through.

Do n’t forget that the Diren were very clever this time. They did not help the Huns to fight. Although there was a little loss, they were not as tragic as the Qiangs. "

"Give me a horse!"

Yun Lang laughed and pressed one hand on Xiegu's head: "The other day, your request was just to give me a bowl of water. Today, it becomes a horse for me. I believe that when you see the grassland, After the misfortunes of the women and children, you will take them to the city of Shoujiang, craving me to take them in. Whether you or them, they will become slaves willingly.

After all, Han people are not beasts, they will not be buried with living people, they will not watch these women and children starve to death, for noble reasons, we will not seize your women, under our rule, at least you will live Going on, you may live better than before. "

"Please, give me a horse!"

Xiegu hysterical roared, he was frightened by the scenes portrayed by Yun Lang, not because the words that Yun Lang said were vicious, but because every word Yun Lang said could become a reality!

Yun Lang was very generous, not only gave Xiegu a horse, but also allowed him to pick two lightly injured Qiang people to leave with him. At the same time, he was also given an ox cart, which was filled with food ...

Huo went sick habitually sitting on the steps of the arrow tower and watched Xiegu leave, seeing Yun Lang leaning his head against Liang Zhu and not talking, he asked, "What do you want so many people to do?"

Yun Lang closed his eyes and said: "The defense system of the descending city is too bad, the wall is not high enough, the city is not big enough, the moat is not deep enough, the trebuchet is not enough, the area in front of the city is too wide, and the whole city has no depth It can be said that if a steel cable bridge can be built on the big river, the east of the river and the west of the river can be connected. In the future, the focus will be on the development of Hexi surrounded by the big river on three sides. In this way, the city can become a real Tongdu Dayi.

Whether it is military, economic, or even comparable in position to the Central Plains. "

Huo went sickly and said: "Life is not more than a hundred years. What do you think about for so long?"

Yun Lang smiled awkwardly: "It may be a habit ..."

Huo went sick with a smile and said, "If you like it, just do it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ No matter what it looks like, you can live up to this life.

Do you know Zhao Ponu killed all the injured Huns, with his own hands! "

"Just kill a few Huns, what's weird about you?"

Huo Qicki shook his head and said: "It's naturally not surprising to kill the Huns, it's strange that the heads of the Huns he likes to cut down are piled up."

"Jingguan?"

"Yeah, when the famous Chu State Pan Dang defeated Jin State, the corpses of the soldiers who died in the Jin Dynasty piled up into a mound, known as Jingguan in history."

"so what?"

Huo Qiayi looked at Yun Lang and said, "I think it's very majestic. I decided to make a bigger one later."

Yun Lang stretched his legs and left ...

More than 800 corpses stacked together are also very spectacular. Even if it is divided into more than a dozen piles, there are still unspeakable spectaculars. Yun Lang hates the idea of ​​Beijing.

The flame that burned the remains of the soldiers burned for two days. The ashes that were left were put into more than 800 small pottery pots regardless of you and me. Every pottery pot was hung with an identity card. At times, these identity cards were hung around their necks ...

This kind of thing is only available in Qiduweijun. The personal soldiers borrowed from Baishan Mountain, Yunlang also sent people to create this identity card.

When a person is alive, the identity card is a good thing to identify whether he is his own person. After the person dies, Yun Lang hopes that their soul can be attached to it ...

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