Three Kingdoms

The mansion of the Han hussar general.

In a corner of the inner courtyard, on the high platform of the pavilion.

Huang Yueying was wearing a formal red and black dress and a large cloak, standing on the railing.

The huge cheers climbed over the government office wall, jumped on the roof tiles, and then rushed straight to the high platform, shaking Huang Yueying's sleeves and skirts.

Huang Yueying looked into the distance.

That side should be the direction where your husband is.

Presumably at this moment, it is my husband who is being cheered by everyone on the high platform...

It's too far away, and I can only vaguely see some colorful colors, but I can't see the people clearly.

Somewhat depressed.

Huang Yueying looked at the grand, complicated, and equally gorgeous clothes she was wearing, and sighed softly.

It’s so lively, I really want to see it with my own eyes. It's a pity that I can no longer stand on top of the plow my father built and peek through the wall like I did back then.

A thin voice sounded behind her, and Huang Yueying turned around, only to see Cai Yan walking up the stairs.

"Well, didn't you just say that you couldn't tell? Huang Yueying teased.

"The sound was too loud..." Cai Yan smiled slightly, "I couldn't hold it back." 』

Huang Yueying laughed, and then moved to the side to make room for Cai Yan. "It's windy here, but it's actually invisible. 』

The high platform in the Han Dynasty was only relatively higher than the flat house. It was probably about the height of the third floor in later generations. At this height, if you want to see clearly outside the Huqifu Yamen, or farther away The situation on Zhuque Xuanwu Street is almost impossible.

Of course, there are higher ones, such as the watchtower for sentries and scouts, but that thing is inconvenient to get up and down, and the place is too small for a few people to stand.

Cai Yan walked to Huang Yueying, looked around, and then nodded, "Indeed... I can only see some flags and colorful silks... and they are too far away..."

"Well..." Huang Yueying pondered for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands, "By the way, there is a telescope!" New style! I...well, Mo Dou! Go to my room and get the telescope from the paint box! 』

Mo Dou responded, then turned around and walked down the stairs.

Cai Yan turned around and glanced, "What?" Her husband has confiscated her? 』

Huang Yueying curled her lips, "This stupid Mo Dou, last time... I asked her to wear thin clothes to show off in front of her husband, but she wore less clothes. As a result... As a result, she sneezed when she got to her husband!" That snot foam... made me want to strangle her to death on the spot... where are you? Serving a book? Holding the piano? 』

Cai Yan shook his head slightly.

"Well..." Huang Yueying sighed slightly, "This matter... oh, sometimes I don't know what to say..."

Ever since Yami entered the Husband's Mansion, Huang Yueying and Cai Yan felt an invisible threat, and then they felt that instead of taking advantage of the foreigner, it was better to make arrangements for the foreigner first.

Not long after, Mo Dou came back with the telescope, but behind her, there were still a few people, who seemed to be the Yami that Huang Yueying and Cai Yan were talking about just now.

"This person is so easy to talk about. Whoever you talk about is the one who comes..." Huang Yueying rolled her eyes covertly, "Let them go to the other high platform and don't come to squeeze with us." 』

Han buildings are generally symmetrical, so there are high platforms on the left and right.

Under the high platform, Yami saluted Huang Yueying and Cai Yan with a stiff and awkward posture, and then ran towards another high platform.

"It seems that we still need to learn more about this etiquette..." After Huang Yueying glanced at Yami, she turned her attention to the telescope again, squinting and turning the monocular to adjust the focus, "This is Newly made... using the latest colored glaze... Well, my husband said it should be called glass... Ha! Saw it! 』

When Cai Yan heard this, his slender fingers moved slightly, but in the end he held back and did not move.

"I saw it...hehe..." Huang Yueying smiled, then reached out and pulled Cai Yan's sleeve. It took a moment to react and handed the binoculars over, "Now!" In that direction! It's a pity that my husband doesn't turn around..."

Cai Yan smiled and said nothing, but squinted one eye and went to the telescope to look, and then quickly found Fei Qian's figure.

Under the flags fluttering, Fei Qian was standing on the high platform, waving to the front...

Then there was another huge wave of sound rolling in.

"It's so lively..."

……(?▽?)/(?▽?)/……

"..." On the stone steps at the street entrance, Lu Yu looked at the rolling torrent of steel in front of him and murmured something.

Guan Ning, who was on the side, seemed to hear something, but seemed not to hear anything, so he asked: "What did you say just now?" 』

"I said," Lu Yu raised his voice, still looking forward, "I know why my father lost back then!" 』

Guan Ning was stunned for a moment, then understood. He turned to look at Lu Yu, and then his throat slipped, but he didn't say anything. In the end, he stared blankly at the military formations rolling past in front of him, feeling speechless.

At that time, Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty appointed Lu Zhi as Beizhonglang General and led the soldiers from the five schools of the Northern Army to Jizhou to quell the Yellow Turban Army.

At first, Lu Zhi won consecutive battles, and Zhang Jiao led his army to retreat to Guangzong County and defend the city. Lu Zhi led his army to surround Guangzong County, dug trenches, made siege equipment, and prepared to attack the city. At this time, Liu Hong sent Zuo Feng of Xiaohuangmen to Lu Zhi's army to inspect his work. Someone advised Lu Zhi to bribe Zuo Feng, but Lu Zhi refused. Zuo Feng didn't get any benefits, so he held a grudge. In June, after Zuo Feng returned to Luoyang, he slandered Liu Hongjin. Liu Hong was furious and issued an edict to remove Lu Zhi from his post and escort him back to Luoyang in a prison car to worship Dong Zhuo. As General Dong Zhonglang, he succeeded Lu Zhi and pacified the Yellow Turban Army in Jizhou...

This is the moment when the fates of Lu Zhi and Dong Zhuo intersect.

When Dong Zhuo came to Beijing and was domineering in Luoyang, Lu Zhi thought more than once that if Lu Zhi himself could capture Zhangjiao under Guangzong County, maybe the entire Han Dynasty would not be facing the abyss behind. slide.

Although the soldiers commanded by Lu Zhi at that time were from the five schools of the Northern Army, that is, the five battalions of Tunqi, Yueqi, Infantry, Changshui, and Shesheng, logically speaking, these five battalions should be the strongest and best equipped among the Han Dynasty at that time. , the Central Forbidden Army has the highest morale, but in fact, the training of these five battalions is lax and their physical strength is weak. They only rely on one more sophisticated soldiers and armor than the Yellow Turban Thieves.

Moreover, beside Lu Zhi, there was Wuhuan Zhonglang who appointed the clan members as his deputy.

What if the people beside Lu Zhi at that time were not the fifth battalion of the Northern Army with a huge reputation, but these elites in front of them? What if his lieutenant is not a loyal warrior with different intentions, but a united and loyal warrior?

So will Lu Zhi's fate and the big man's fate be completely different?

His father, even when he died, never cursed the big man. He was just regretting that he missed the opportunity. But now Lu Yu has seen with his own eyes that Lu Zhi's wish has become a reality before his eyes!

This can be regarded as the powerful army of the Han Dynasty!

A mighty and mighty army sweeping across all the wastelands!

if……

Lu Yu thought about it, but found that she burst into tears at some point.

Father, have you seen it?

The powerful army of the Han Dynasty that I will talk about until my death!

But not in the Northern Army, not in Luoyang, but here...

……/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~……

In the Suzaku Street.

Ma Yan's body was as steady as a mountain, but his slightly gray beard was trembling slightly.

If someone had told him a few years ago that he could become a general today, or even be able to do so in front of thousands of people, surrounded by endless cheers and envious eyes, Ma Yan would have given that person a few big words. , to keep him awake.

But now, Ma Yan feels like she is dreaming...

Sweet dreams.

The kind of dream you never want to wake up from.

In a daze, Ma Yan seemed to see the bloody Shura field in his heart again.

That was Shangjun, that was his former home.

That was a nightmare that he couldn't forget...

At the foot of the mountain, as far as the eye can see, there are corpses scattered everywhere. The Bingzhou soldiers, whom the Han people were once most proud of, were exposed in the wilderness like this. I don’t know whether it was out of hatred or to show off, but those barbarians were not so kind as to bury the remains of the losers. They just took away the armor and weapons they wanted, and left the corpses lying here, separated by miles and miles of air. The strong smell of rotting corpses coming from the air was unbearable and made people want to vomit.

And he crawled out from the pile of bones.

In the distance, a broken flag stood slanted in the sunset. The evening breeze rolled up the flag, and the words "Great Han Du Liao" were still faintly visible. The flag was still here, but the soldier holding the flag had long since fallen.

Large groups of carnivorous vultures swarmed the sky and covered the ground, rising and falling one after another, screaming strangely as if to celebrate their good luck.

A vulture rushed towards Ma Yan, seeming to think that Ma Yan was also a corpse.

Ma Yan slashed subconsciously, but found that there was no weapon in his hand!

Countless cheers brought Ma Yan back to reality. He stretched out his hand and the sun shone on his black light armor, as if it absorbed all the brilliance and also shone on his hand. He could see clearly that he was painting Under the black-painted palms, there were hands wearing leather gloves, which were so clean that there was no dust at all, and there was no blood that could not be removed from the memory.

The people who were watching thought that Ma extended his hand to salute them, so they started to make more noise, making a deafening sound that made their eardrums buzz.

Yes, Ma Yan clenched his fists, as if he wanted to hold the happiness, glory, and everything in front of him tightly in his hands, hold them in his hands, and keep them in his heart!

Let this warm and shuddering feeling wash away the shame and sadness of the year!

In February of the first year of Zhongping, the Yellow Turbans were in chaos.

Countless soldiers from Bingzhou and Liangzhou were deployed to suppress the Yellow Turbans.

In August, the Yellow Turbans were defeated, and the Han Dynasty temporarily stabilized the situation, but an even greater catastrophe unfolded in the northwest, that is, the Xiqiang Rebellion.

Many Xiqiang tribes have lived in the Hehuang area for a long time and fought a hundred-year war with the Han Dynasty.

Such a long time made the Han Dynasty exhausted.

When the Han Dynasty was strong, the tribes of the Western Qiang often fought against each other internally to compete for resources. The Han Dynasty defeated the Western Qiang tribes several times, and also settled some of the surrendered Western Qiang in the Longyou area of ​​Longxi outside Guan, mainly Beidi County. As soldiers from Liangbing Prefecture and other places were mobilized, and it was discovered that the national power of the Han Dynasty was weakening, the Western Qiang tribes began to join forces in the northwest area, and caused chaos on the borders of Longxi, Wudu, and Hanyang.

Not only that, it was not just the Xiqiang who saw the weakness of the big man.

Immediately triggered the Yinshan Xianbei movement southward...

At that time, Ma Yan led his troops and led the county soldiers to attack Xianbei.

After chasing Xianbei into the high loess slope area of ​​the Northland, the Xianbei people were as agile as fish entering the water.

The place that was supposed to be the Han people has become the territory of the Xianbei people.

Ma Yan was leading the troops, but he was not the one who called the shots.

The Yang family who is eager to perform and win...

Ma Yan persuaded him to return, but was scolded and insulted.

As a result, because he was eager to defeat the enemy, he fell into the trap of the Xianbei people.

The Xianbei people were familiar with every fold of this high loess slope. On the contrary, these ravines washed out by rain made the pursuit of Ma Yan and others miserable and difficult.

Coupled with the unfamiliar terrain, it often happens that we set off in the morning in the hazy mist. As a result, after a long and hard journey on the rugged and winding mountain road until dusk falls, we find ourselves back to where we were two days ago. In front of the remains of the bonfire left by the camp at night.

They had no guide, and the only map they had was drawn ten years ago.

Moreover, Ma Yan didn't think Mr. Yang could understand the style of the map, because he repeatedly found Mr. Yang looking at the map upside down, as if he didn't know which way was north...

It is not that Ma Yan has not considered hiring a guide, but it is extremely difficult for them to encounter people. Even if they encounter scattered Southern Huns, it is difficult to communicate, especially since the Yang family is always gesticulating in front of those Southern Huns, and then those Southern Huns The Huns looked like idiots, or looked at them with dull eyes, which made Ma Yan feel panicked.

In the end even the Southern Huns joined the ranks of the Xianbei!

Let’s go south and plunder together!

Because the Hu people discovered that there was such a Yang family leader as the leader of the Han people! And such a Han leader led Ma Yan and others into the trap step by step!

Although Ma Yan already had a death wish in his heart, when he and his soldiers tried their best to resist the barbarians who rushed forward like locusts, Yang Shizi escaped...

The Yang family was the first one to escape!

Not even a little extra!

The one who stayed to resist the Xianbei and the Southern Huns was the stupid warrior and commoner Bai Ding, who was shouted at and insulted every day by the Yang family!

Ma Yan led the last group of soldiers to resist. He asked his sixteen-year-old child to drop his sword and gun and pretend to be an ordinary citizen to escape.

But his child agreed verbally, but followed behind his back.

His children said that he was a man from Beidi and a soldier from Shangjun, but he was definitely not an escaped Ma family man!

He beat him, scolded him, and hugged him while crying.

Then came a bloody battle.

The final bloody battle...

The sky is bloody.

The mountains are the color of blood.

The heart is also bloody.

Ma Yan fought until he was exhausted and fell. The barbarians thought he was dead, but he crawled out among the dead with scars all over his body. But it would be better for him to be dead than to be alive.

He held the body of his child and wailed in the blood everywhere...

The injuries on his body gradually healed, but the scars in his heart kept bleeding.

Ma Yan longed for revenge one day, but he waited until news of the relocation of the Shangjun government office came.

The upper county is gone, so why keep the name of the administrative office?

From that moment on, Ma Yan put away all his soldiers and armor.

Until one day, a young man knocked on his door...

He is said to be the chief of the county.

A young man with only a few beards becomes a county magistrate?

Aren't the children of the aristocratic family coming here to do some tricks? They randomly led some soldiers to kill some people, then pretended to be the head of a barbarian to report their merits. Soon they were promoted and made a fortune, leaving Ma Yan and the others in Shangjun again?

Then Ma Yan drove him out and closed the courtyard door.

But in the end, Ma Yan still couldn't hold back the meager hope and desire for revenge in her heart.

Mayan looked up.

Overhead is a bright tricolor flag.

Just like the flag flying outside that small camp.

"May I ask Lord Fei, why are you here?" 』

He asked this back then.

At that time, he said, "Because we are all Han people..."

"Whether you are in Sili, Hedong, or even Shangjun or Jingxiang, they are all called Han people!" 』

"We are all Han people, we are friends, brothers and relatives! 』

"We stand here, gathered together, not because we are warlike, but because we cannot forget our former homeland, the land that we Han people once had!" 』

"We Han people don't bully others, so don't bully us either!" 』

"Even if we bully someone, these barbarians still can't fucking bully us!" 』

Unknowingly, Ma Yan's eyes started to heat up and he saw the figure on the high platform in the distance.

The figure seemed to glow when it was bathed in the sunlight, which made Ma Yan's eyes red and even his vision seemed a little hazy...

They really need such a person, such a leader.

You don't need to have strong martial arts skills, nor do you need to rush to the front line every time. You just need that when Ma Yan and the others are fighting on the front line, this person will not turn around and run away...

Therefore, even when Fei Qian led a lone and weak brigade deep into Shangjun, everyone knew that there was no follow-up supply. Within a thousand miles, in addition to the Xianbei people, the Baibo army, and the Southern Xiongnu who did not distinguish between friends and foes, There might even be "friendly forces" shooting cold arrows from behind, but Ma Yan and the others still persisted and moved forward!

The only driving force that supported the entire army's continued advancement was Fei Qian's firm will.

As a county governor, he shared the same clothes and food as the soldiers, gnawing on wild vegetables that were difficult to swallow, struggling in the wind and sand, rolling in the sand, sitting by the campfire, laughing loudly like an ordinary soldier, and working tirelessly at night. He personally took Huang Chengmayan and other officers to check the posts and take turns. He was the last one to fall asleep every night and the first one to get up every day.

Therefore, it is very simple. Ma Yan and others support him and execute every order he issues with all their heart.

Even knowing that you have to face danger and challenge death.

Under such a leadership, even death is worth it!

At that time, there was no sophisticated equipment and abundant logistics like today. The soldiers were hungry, lean, tired, and in ragged clothes. But even so, they were still considered the most elite troops in Bingzhou Shangjun!

Every time they heard the sound of the horn, the soldiers immediately became more energetic, their faces miraculously glowed red, their eyes shone with brilliance, and their morale was high!

Ma Yan knew that the brilliance in his eyes and the morale in his heart were what Fei Qian brought to them——

hope!

Just like the tricolor flag fluttering under the sun, it is always brilliant.

Ma Yan raised his arms towards the dazzling figure on the high platform and roared heartbreakingly, "Big man, mighty!" Hussar, ten thousand victories! 』

The soldiers behind Ma Yan also shouted loudly.

"Big man!" 』

"mighty! 』

"Hussars!" 』

"Wan Sheng!" 』

The light and shadow also reached out to respond, and a gentle voice came faintly amidst the din in the sky.

"You have worked hard……"

He was answered by a sound like the waves.

Layers upon layers, it’s like the heaven and earth are roaring together.

"I would like to follow my lord!" 』