Three Kingdoms

Yanjin Ferry.

In the once again established camp, Yuan Jun Sima Zhuling, who was guarding Yanjin, opened his eyes from his sleep. Looking at the still dark outside, he couldn't help but sigh. He wanted to sleep for a while, but he was tossing and turning. Unable to sleep, he simply turned over and sat up, put on his coat, and came outside the tent.

It was cold and dew-heavy in spring, and the torch was burning with difficulty in the humid air. There was no heat or brightness, but it barely swayed without being extinguished, as if guarding Yanjin's own life and the lives of these soldiers.

Guarding Yanjin is a chore.

Imagine that there are several ferries in an area that is hundreds of miles long, and you can cross the river, but how can you guard a camp with only 800 people?

If it weren't for the spring floods that had risen and the river flow became more rapid, Qu Chang wouldn't even know where to guard it!

So, if the Zhengxi Cavalry really wants to cross the river from here, can 800 people hold it?

Even if it can be defended, how long can it be defended?

So, why did you and the eight hundred people under your command come here?

Army Sima Zhu Ling was silent.

Logically speaking, a military commander must command at least 1,200 people in order to be considered a normal number, but eight hundred people cannot be considered wrong. After all, a military commander seems to be only one step away from being a captain, but he seems to be Very far away.

"Sima..." The guard who was lying together in the tent noticed the movement, turned over and sat up, and followed Zhu Ling to the outside of the tent, "Can't sleep again?"

"Hmm..." Sima responded in a low voice.

The guard was silent for a moment. Although he didn't know how to comfort him, he still tried his best to say: "Sima... it has been so long... I must not want Sima to be like this..."

Sima Zhuling twitched the corners of his mouth, showed a forced smile, and said, "I'm not thinking about my family..."

The guard was silent, obviously not believing it.

Zhu Ling also shook his head helplessly and said casually: "...I was thinking about the people who conquered the west..."

The guard looked at Zhu Ling and said softly: "Sima, you mean... they will come back?"

Zhu Ling just explained casually, but after the guard asked again, his heart was inexplicably touched. "Maybe... who knows..."

"Come back... I'm afraid we can't defend it... The general also asked us to follow General Chunyu. Isn't this..." The guards are also members of the Zhu family, and the people of the Zhu family have little regard for Yuan Shao. There are some complaints, and everyone is aware of this matter, even Zhu Ling.

"Don't say such things!" Zhu Ling looked up at the sky and seemed to see the eyes of his family in the sky.

The Zhu family was originally a medium-sized family in Qinghe, but since that day, the Zhu family has been abolished...

In Zhu Ling's memory, he still had the blood-stained city head and the bloody crenellations of the city wall, like a blood-stained tooth in a big mouth between heaven and earth, swallowing up all the people close to and including the Zhu family. Hundreds of lives!

In that year, Ji Yong from Qinghe betrayed Yuan Shao with the city and surrendered to Gongsun Zan. Gongsun Zan sent soldiers to the city to help Ji Yong defend the city. Yuan Shao ordered Zhu Ling to attack, but Zhu Ling's family were all in the city. Gongsun Zan's generals tied Zhu Ling's family, including his mother and younger brother, to the city to blackmail Zhu Ling into surrendering.

Zhu Ling refused.

Because Chunyu Qiong led the army and followed behind...

As a result, the blood of the Zhu family stained the city head red, and the heads fell like ripe persimmons under the city, splattering red spots on the green and black city wall.

Zhu Ling fought hard and captured the city, captured Ji Yong alive, and beheaded Gongsun Zan's generals, but the lives of the Zhu family could not be saved.

Originally, Zhu Ling thought that he had upheld his loyalty and had a clear conscience, but every night, he would dream of his mother's white hair being dyed red, dreaming of his brother's head flying down in the air, dreaming of his wife, His children...

So Zhu Ling, who was originally cheerful, gradually became taciturn and melancholic. As a result, he was considered to be dissatisfied with Yuan Shao and complained a lot. In addition, the Zhu family was disabled, and the original business in Qinghe City was gradually occupied by others. Zhu Ling was furious and led the troops privately, but committed the serious crime of deploying troops privately. He was demoted from the position of school captain to army commander.

This is nothing, he was even demoted to a place like Yanjin.

What's this?

what is this?

In the dull night, the eyes are black, but a blood-red heart is beating.

The sky is getting brighter.

The camp gradually became alive. Soldiers crawled out of the simple tents one by one. Due to the limited conditions, their hair was disheveled. In fact, they looked no different from the refugees. They pulled up their pants and went to the side of the camp for convenience. , a group of people laughed and drank yellow urine, which can be regarded as a kind of joy in suffering.

"Sima..." The team leader in charge of the camp's baggage came over, handed over a piece of wood, and said softly: "...there is not much food and grass in the camp...the food that was supposed to arrive yesterday...has not been seen either. No trace..."

"Perhaps there is some delay..." Zhu Ling looked at the number on the wooden slip and said after a moment of silence, "Today I will take some brothers to the river to see if we can catch some fish and shrimps... Deal with them more or less. …”

"Wei." The troops from the rear camp responded with their hands.

Fishing for fish and shrimp can only be an emergency measure, but it cannot last long. We can't let all the soldiers change jobs and become fishermen and go to the river to fish and catch shrimp every day, right?

The guard brought a jar of hot water that had just boiled, poured out a bowl, and handed it to Zhu Ling.

Zhu Ling took it and saw the water waves in the bowl rippling in circles. He subconsciously held it with both hands, but still saw the water ripples. He suddenly woke up and as soon as he let go of his hands, he ran towards the sentry tower. The water bowl fell to the ground, splashing water and breaking into three pieces.

In the morning mist, a group of figures appeared faintly in the north.

"Close the camp gate! March to the west! The men and horses of the march to the west are here again!" Zhu Ling slapped the soldiers on guard duty who were still in a daze to wake up, and shouted, "Sound the gong to warn! Hurry!"

The soldiers on duty who suddenly woke up hurriedly rang the golden gong. The harsh sound echoed over the camp. All the soldiers dropped what they were holding in panic, grabbed their weapons, stood on the wall of the camp, and threw Crossing the crenel, I looked at the slowly approaching Zhengxi Cavalry in shock.

The milky white mist was like several long thin silk ribbons, floating up and down, left and right, on the Zhengxi Cavalry. Suddenly, a tricolor flag emerged from the mist, its long tail fins rising and falling in the wind, like the tail fins of a bluebird, full of spirituality.

Then there were about ten cavalrymen, forming a neat queue, moving forward slowly. The cavalrymen on horseback rose and fell with the rhythm of the horses, and the armor on their bodies also made a rhythmic sound. It was as if a light harmony was added to the dull sound of horse hooves.

"Damn it!" Zhu Ling hammered the guardrail of the sentry tower hard.

The Zhengxi Cavalry suddenly moved north and then south, which really troubled Zhu Ling for a long time. It was like a knife on his neck. He wanted to cut but didn't cut, and wanted to pull back but didn't. He originally thought that the Zhengxi Cavalry was heading north. He left and would never come back. As a result, within a few days, he saw the Zhengxi Cavalry again.

"Why?!" Zhu Ling couldn't understand. There were obviously other ferries here in Yanjin, but why did the Zhengxi troops have to come here!

Although other ferries may be more difficult to cross.

Zhu Ling didn't understand, and Chen Hao wasn't very clear about this either.

"Because there are Yuan soldiers stationed here..." Taishi Ci pointed slightly with his halberd and explained, "This is a river bend, the water flow is slow, and there are pontoons... In addition, the other two ferries, although There are no soldiers guarding it, but since you know the two places where you can cross the river, don't these Yuan troops not know?"

Chen Hao said: "So is there an ambush on both sides?"

"I don't know if there is an ambush. After all, we haven't gone anywhere..." Taishi Ci grinned, "But I know it's easier to deal with it if it's on the surface! Someone! Bring this head to the camp. , let them take a good look!”

The three Zhengxi cavalrymen agreed loudly, took Chunyu Qiong's head, then clapped their horses and galloped towards the camp.

"Chun Yu is dead! The head is here!" Three Zhengxi cavalry raised Chunyu Qiong's head high in front of the camp gate and shouted loudly.

Many soldiers recognized Chunyu Qiong, so after careful identification, there was an uproar in the camp!

Zhu Ling could hardly believe her eyes!

Chun Yuqiong can be said to be a benchmark for the older generation in Yuan Shao's army. Although he is not as brave as Yan Liangwen Chou, he is not a cat or a dog. He is a person who is respectfully addressed as General Chunyu when he meets him. Now, But it became a symbol of showing off force in the hands of the soldiers who conquered the West...

what on earth is it?

Doesn't Chunyu Qiong have twenty or thirty thousand men under his command?

Various thoughts rushed through Zhu Ling's mind, causing him to stand on top of the sentry tower and had to hold on to the guardrail tightly to prevent himself from becoming unstable.

Zhu Ling was like this, and Yuan Jun in the camp was even more frightened. After the initial uproar, it gradually became quiet, and everyone stared blankly at the soldiers who conquered the west, with only boundless fear left in their hearts.

Taishi Ci waved his hand and saw that the effect was achieved, so he ordered Chen Hao and his soldiers to start marching past the camp and across the pontoon bridge to cross the river. He led a group of troops and still stared at Yuan Jun's camp with vigilance.

Chun Yuqiong's head was taken to frighten Yuan Jun.

Now it seems that the effect is indeed good.

In fact, it is not difficult to imagine that the head of an army general often became a major reason for destroying the spirit of an army even in later generations, let alone a system like the Han Dynasty that relied heavily on the command of military lieutenant generals.

The Yanjin camp was originally designed to protect the pontoon, but now the camp doors are tightly closed and they dare not take any action, because almost all Yuan Jun in the camp knows that their numbers cannot be compared with Chunyu Qiong. However, Chunyu Qiongdu was beheaded by the Zhengxi cavalry. Even if they risked their lives to stop him, could they still stop him?

However, if they don't stop the expedition to the west, what can they do?

Just when Tai Shici and others had crossed most of the troops, the gate of Yuan Junying's camp suddenly opened, and Zhu Ling came out holding a white flag.

The white flag, something linked to the fall of the Qin Dynasty, was extremely ironic at this moment.

Zhu Ling raised his head, looked at Taishi Ci's recognition flag under the three-color flag of Zhengxi, took a long breath, and said loudly: "General Taishi, I am Zhu Ling, guarding Sima here... someone... I am willing to surrender to General Zhengxi! I hope the General will allow it!"

"Why?" Taishi Ci was not happy about the sudden change, but just looked at Zhu Ling up and down carefully.

Zhu Ling planted the white flag on the ground in front of him, raised his hands and said in a deep voice: "A certain person was originally a school captain. He risked his life and death for Yuan Benchu. He implicated hundreds of his family members and died in front of the battle... Now, General Taishi has also seen it. , someone is guarding this place, and his position is no more than a Sima... I heard that under General Zhengxi, those who have merit will be rewarded, and those who have delinquency will be punished. They don't ask about their origins, but only seek talents... Although a certain person is not talented, he also wants to be restored as soon as he can advance into the body. The lintel of the Zhu family! Please give me your permission, General!"

Taishi Ci's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything immediately, but stared into Zhu Ling's eyes.

Eyes often reflect people's hearts. Taishi Ci stared at Zhu Ling for a moment, nodded and said: "Good! But I don't have any extra horses..."

Zhu Ling cupped his hands and said: "There are still more than twenty cavalry in the camp! There are also five carts of food and grass! They are all dedicated to the general! I can order twenty people from my headquarters, and the rest... I can just ask them to go on their own!"

Taishi Ci laughed loudly and said, "In that case, you can follow me! During the Conquest of the West, the strong will strengthen themselves!"

"Take the order!" Zhu Ling cupped his hands, then turned to look at the front of the camp and said, "I wonder if I can borrow Chunyu Ren's head?"

Taishi Ci looked at Zhu Ling with interest, waved his hand, and nodded in agreement.

Zhu Ling thanked him, then went back to take Chun Yuqiong's head, held it high in his hand, and entered the camp. Not long after, he led more than 20 people and horses out of the camp and headed towards Taishi Ci and others came.

When he arrived in front of Taishi Ci, Zhu Ling returned Chunyu Qiong's head and said, "I suddenly got a poem and dedicated it to General Taishi!"

"Oh? Tell me..." Tai Shici said.

"The unparalleled general in the expedition to the west will be shocked at Yecheng with his halberd pointed at him! Behead the enemy thousands of miles away and cross Yanjin with his head!" Zhu Ling said loudly, showing his good intentions and compliments.

Taishi Ci was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, shook his head and said: "The word Wushuang is inappropriate. During the Conquest of the West, a person like a certain person, like a crucian carp crossing a river, how dare he call it Wushuang? It's inappropriate, it's better to use the word "Subordinate". that is……"

Although I know that Zhu Ling is just trying to get closer, who doesn't like to hear some nice words? What's more, this time he attacked Yecheng and killed Chunyu, which was Taishi Ci's pride. Zhu Ling also scratched Taishi Ci's itch, and he suddenly felt that Zhu Ling was a little more pleasing to his eyes.

"The generals under my command in the expedition to the West were shocked when the halberd pointed at Yecheng! Behead the enemy thousands of miles away and cross Yanjin with the head!"

Zhu Ling understood, and ordered his soldiers to start chanting a poem in unison. The effect was very obvious. The Zhengxi soldiers, who were originally vaguely hostile to Zhu Ling and others, couldn't help but feel sad after hearing this poem. They started shouting together, and there was less of a gap between them...

There were some fires in the camp. Yuan Jun, who did not surrender with Zhu Ling, gathered some supplies, lit a fire, and fled in all directions. It seemed that Yuan Shao's original three-way attack on Bingzhou was announced. On the south road, A complete breakdown...