Three Kingdoms

Although the Han Dynasty was crumbling at this time, for most people, the authority of the Han Dynasty was still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, especially in the hearts of ordinary people.

At this moment, outside Pingyang City, there was a crowd of people.

Pingyang City has become the commercial center of the North. With the help of the water conservancy left by Pingyang Kingdom, it has been restored and put into use. The surrounding farmland has gradually returned to normal one by one, and a large number of agricultural businesses have emerged. Now there is a large population gathered around Pingyang. If this continues, maybe one day the land in Pingyang City will become very valuable.

One of the reasons why Pingyang City can develop so quickly is the stimulation of border trade. In ancient times, most of the time when China carried out trade with other countries, it was actually when China made more money. The trade between Pingyang and the Hu people was no exception. On the other hand, thanks to Fei Qian's later generations' understanding and use of inflation, which actually used trade to plunder the wealth of Hedong, Hanoi and even Jizhou, Pingyang City's current prosperity was quickly created.

In fact, the development of cities in various dynasties is nothing more than this. In the early stage, the population flourished, and the economy and trade rose sharply. Later, these populations brought more consumer demand, which also promoted the further development of business and service industries, thus attracting more people. Entering the city, but when the population develops to a certain level, the huge material demand begins to require more rationing of various surrounding commodities. If it cannot be met, the city will enter stagnation or even begin to decline.

But now, Feiqian's Pingyang City is still on the rise, and every place seems to have unlimited vitality. Therefore, these people in Pingyang also have a kind of vitality that is not found in other places.

Although Fei Qian led his troops to the northern expedition to Yinshan, today, these troops who returned to Pingyang with victory were lined up outside the south gate, preparing to enter the city to declare war. The Han Dynasty favored martial arts, especially in foreign wars. Every time a victory was won, there would be a grand event to inspire the world. The horse's feat of riding on Yinshan Mountain was naturally indispensable in Pingyang, where he had to declare his victory in triumph.

The people around Pingyang City were crowded and crowded on both sides of the city streets. In some cases, whole families came out, calling their children and daughters, and stood with their feet raised in the crowd. The slightly better locations of the shops on the street are provided for those who think they have a slightly higher status. As for the high-end restaurant seats, it is a must-have for the nobles who spend money like water.

"It's coming! It's coming!" The people who had been waiting since the morning couldn't help shouting excitedly when they saw the dust in the south of the city. Then the shouts became louder and louder, all filled with admiration.

"I never thought I could see this day! The sky has eyes!"

"I have been fleeing south every year for hundreds of years. I never thought that today I would be able to attack Yinshan Mountain!"

"This bunch of Xianbei dogs are what they are today! Back then, there were more than ten people in a certain family, and only a certain person and his brother escaped. The rest, ugh... I really wish I could kill two Xianbei dogs with my own hands to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

At this time, Fei Qian was already standing at the south gate of Pingyang. As the commander-in-chief, he did not need to enter the city with the soldiers, because today's glory belonged to all ordinary soldiers.

"Blow the drums and blow the trumpets!"

Amidst the rumbling war drums, the low horns of the horns sounded, shaking all directions. With the sound of the drums and horns, groups of soldiers appeared in the field of vision and slowly walked towards the south gate of Pingyang.

Back then, when they sent out troops to conquer Yinshan, they also marched northward to Yinshan in groups like this. Now they are still returning with glory like this, but there are much fewer robes around them.

As they got closer, the originally chaotic people suddenly became quiet, as if something had blocked their throats.

I saw the soldiers at the front wearing white linen clothes outside their war robes, holding a large flag on the left and right, with four desolate and powerful ancient official scripts written on them, which were exactly the four characters of "hunxi return", and those who followed behind The soldiers stood upright and held the spiritual tablets with red letters on a black background in front of their chests.

At this moment, the blood-red official script fonts on the spiritual throne were like streams of blood on the battlefield, flowing on the dark soil. The white flags were fluttering, and the sound of the wind whistling all around was like a faint cry.

The soldiers moved forward slowly. Although they were not as shocking as in later generations, the scene in front of them was enough to shock the people of the Han Dynasty who had never experienced such a formation.

The sound of the war drum gradually became lower, but the music craftsman on the south city gate began to beat the gold and iron, and among the simple tinkling sound of metal percussion, he sang loudly:

"Fuck Wu Ge, he was beaten by a rhinoceros, his car was in the wrong position, he was caught in close combat!"

"The sun is blocked by the sun, and the enemy is like clouds; the arrows are falling, and the soldiers are fighting for the lead!"

"I am still in the formation, I am walking in the woods, my left side is injured, my right blade is wounded!"

"Two wheels of haze are coming to feed four horses, and jade is coming to support and the drums are beating!"

"The sky is falling, the powerful spirit is angry, killing them all, abandoning the wilderness!"

"If you can't go in or out, you can't go back. The plains suddenly turn out to be too long!"

"Wear a long sword and carry a Qin bow. If your head and body are separated, your heart will not be punished!"

"Sincerity is both brave and martial, but ultimately strong and invincible!"

"Since the body is dead, the spirit has become a spirit, and the soul has become a ghost!"

The song is desolate, although it does not have as many singing skills as later generations, nor does it show any emotional expressions on the face, nor is it a hysterical roar. It is neutral and peaceful, word for word, although it only has a simple sound of gold and iron. The accompaniment, but hidden among the increasingly monotonous sounds, is the kind of heroism and majesty that comes from the heart, which is not available in many songs of later generations.

In the land of Bingzhou, how much has been recorded in the colorful history books?

Did Mengtian of Great Qin have 300,000 men to chase the Xiongnu to the north?

Was there any Li Ling in the Han Dynasty who looked up to the sky helplessly and sighed in despair?

Are there any barbarians who went south and made the ordinary people miserable in this land?

Are there any white-haired veterans guarding the border who don’t know their names?

Maybe some people remember it, maybe some people have forgotten it, but Fei Qian hopes that starting from today, all the people who survive should remember those who should be remembered.

"Drumming! Click the drum!"

Fei Qian took a step forward and gave a loud order.

The rumble of war drums sounded, accompanied by the majestic or hoarse voices of the generals under the city:

"The Bingzhou cavalry under the command of the Protector of the Hsiung, 1,250 people went out and 1,250 people returned, all are here!"

"My subordinates under the command of the Protector of the Hungarian Army dare to fight. There are 2,300 people who have gone out and 2,300 people who have returned. All of them are here!"

"Pingyang County Barracks, 1,800 people went out and 1,800 people returned, all are here!"

"Yong'an County Barracks, 700 people went out and 700 people returned, all are here!"

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When Xu Yu, the military commander of the Yong'an Barracks who suffered the most casualties, stood in front of a car full of memorial tablets and shouted that they were all present, many people who could not find their relatives among the ranks were already crying bitterly...

"... someone once said," Fei Qian stood on top of the city and looked at the soldiers holding or leading carts below. Our duties as soldiers guarding the frontier! It is our highest honor! We are born as outstanding Chinese people, and we die as heroes! Since we are both brothers, we are brothers! As long as Fei is here, we will not let the souls of our brothers live here. We are in a foreign land and we have left our homeland! Now, take our robes and the heroic souls of our brothers and enter the city together! Return to our homeland together!"

"Come on, brother, I will take you home!"

A wounded soldier's tears flowed down his cheeks, but he didn't bother to wipe them. He just held a memorial tablet tightly in his arms with his uninjured arm and followed the queue slowly into the city gate.

More voices sounded one after another, gradually converging into one voice: "Brother, I'm taking you home! Go home!"