Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 1201 Involuntary fighting

  As expected, Han Sui brought his soldiers and came when the rain was light.

Horns of different lengths sounded one after another, and flags of various colors representing different meanings were moving staggeredly. The neighing of war horses and the shouting of soldiers resounded throughout the battlefield, as if a great war was about to break out. It's a little hard to breathe.

Han Sui almost came out in full force. Once there were too many people, it would be difficult to count. We can only make estimates based on the battle flags representing the various ministries. At a rough look, it seems that there should be 8,000 to 10,000 troops, which is quite The momentum is great.

  Han Sui sat on the horseback, the rain dribbled on his face.

The news of Cheng Gongying's retreat a few days ago was already enough to make Han Sui depressed. He didn't expect to receive another message from Cheng Gongying yesterday, saying that the tribes of Xiliang were arguing endlessly in Tianshui. No soldiers were sent to support at all...

  The horn sounded, and the guards on the side reminded in a low voice: "General, the left and right wings are already in place..."

  Han Sui looked up at the sky. Although it was cloudy and rainy, the clouds were not thick, and the sun formed a dazzling spot behind the thin clouds. Han Sui stared at the light spot for a few breaths, lowered his head, and lowered his eyelids. The remaining imprints on the retina were shaking like **** scars in front of his eyes, as if foreshadowing something.

  These damned guys!

  Fei Qian, the general who conquered the west, was certainly hateful, but those fellows from the Xiliang tribes who followed him like rotten dogs were even more disgusting and hateful.

   What is the purpose of fighting against the West?

   What is the purpose of withdrawing from Guanzhong?

   Isn't it land, wealth and power?

   If Zhengxi cannot be defeated, and Guanzhong cannot be occupied, then where does the land, wealth and power come from?

A dilapidated, poor, and barren Xiliang, a Xiliang who hangs out with barbarians and cattle and sheep all day long, a Xiliang who has no scriptures to recite, and a Xiliang who has no poems and books, what can we fight for? Yes, what is there to care about?

  Han Sui's cheek muscles twitched a few times, and even his beard trembled.

My background is not good, and there are no celebrities in my ancestors, unlike some guys, who can easily say that their ancestors have served as a thousand stones, two thousand stones, and even three fathers. I can get the position I am today, all relying on myself. He didn't want to dominate Xiliang, nor did he want to dominate the world. He only thought that although his ancestors were not Sangongs, would he succeed in fighting for a Sanhuai Hall?

   It would be great if Ma Shoucheng was still here.

  At least now, I won't be so at a loss.

This guy Ma Chao is obviously an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf. Although he is brave and good at fighting, if his troops are seriously damaged, this guy is obviously not as reassuring as Ma Shoucheng, and he might swallow himself in one bite. All men and horses are possible...

   And counting the time, it should be almost there, but this guy, why hasn't he arrived yet? No signal yet?

  But we can’t wait any longer, and things will change if we are late.

Cheng Gongying is not qualified enough to suppress the tribes of Xiliang, so Han Sui can only go by himself, but once he leaves Qishan, it means that no one can stop Feiqian here, so he must do a battle first, cooperate After Ma Chao circled around, he gave Zheng Xifei a slap in the face. Kill if you can, if you can't kill, you can defeat and defeat, so that you can take advantage of the victory to suppress the somewhat ups and downs of Xiliang tribes, and then take Guanzhong!

Han Sui slowly raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and then resolutely and decisively smashed it down, as if he wanted to smash the camp of Zhengxi General Feiqian in front of him: "Blow the horn! Attack! "

   "Woo... woo..."

  The horn of the charge resounded through the world in an instant.

Standing under the banner of the front battalion, Xu Huang was neatly dressed, and when he heard the long sound of Han Sui's attacking horn, he took a deep breath, and then shouted in a deep voice: " Mountain!"

   is immovable like a mountain.

  The guards around Xu Huang put the big shield on the ground together, and then struck the surface of the shield with their swords, making a clanging sound, and shouted in unison: "Mountain! Mountain! Mountain!"

  The soldiers of the former battalion stood behind the barracks to reject the horses, and they either hit their shields with their blades, or held their spears on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Mountain! Mountain! Mountain!"

  Han Sui's front team gradually separated, and the battle was imminent...

  ………………

  Everything noisy around seemed so close yet so far away. The fine rain sprinkled on the naked body, but it was already numb to the point of no consciousness.

   Not long ago, he had a piece of clothing, but now, there is no more.

  Not long ago, he was originally a farmer in Guanzhong, but now, he is no longer.

   Not long ago, he had a wife and a daughter, but now, they are all dead.

  He has always felt that now is a nightmare, a nightmare that he doesn't know when he will wake up.

  He's just struggling with this nightmare...

  Guanzhong was in chaos some time ago, there were refugees everywhere, and there were red-eyed and crazy refugees everywhere. The beginning of that nightmare was when a group of refugees like this rushed into his village and his tile-roofed house.

  Before he could speak, he was hit by a stone on the front door, followed by a wooden stick hitting his head and his back, and then he passed out.

  But when he woke up, he wished he was dead...

  The bullhorn sounded, and it seemed that someone was shouting something, and then someone stuffed a wooden shovel into his hand. Without even looking at it, he grabbed it in his hand naturally, found the most convenient and least labor-saving position, and slightly bent his waist, just like the posture he was most used to doing for decades. .

  A hand is dangling in front of the eyes, pointing forward.

   "Go up! Go up! Fill up the hole in front of the camp! Quick! Go!"

He looked in the direction of his fingers, and before dazed could find the focus, he was pushed **** the back, and the unhealed injury was painful, which made him stagger forward involuntarily. Follow the person in front of you and walk up...

  By the way, he used to follow others involuntarily like this, go, go, go...

  Go to Longyou.

   Went to Xiliang.

   Then he was arrested.

  He staggered forward, trembling slightly, and there was no focus in his cloudy eyes.

The door of the house was smashed, sawdust flying in the air, his wife fell in the yard, and his daughter died inside the house. There were torn clothes all over the floor, blood stains all over his body, frame by frame shaking before his eyes. Flickering, flickering, filling his entire field of vision.

  Why didn’t I find a **** or a rake at the time, just like the wooden rake I was holding in my hand, or…

  He knew that there was a sickle in the yard for harvesting Zhuanghe, but he didn't know why he didn't take it at that time.

  Why didn't you go get it?

He thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out, but he seemed to be thinking vaguely all the time. When he couldn't help but follow the strange crowd, it seemed that people around him were constantly dying, and it seemed that someone stuffed him with something to eat. I don't remember, and I don't know how he survived. Maybe at the moment when the nightmare started, he was actually dead, and only this question remained.

   Ah, one more question.

  He remembered that he passed some towns and saw the soldiers holding swords and guns and wearing battle robes and armor on the city, so he couldn't help but have another question...

  What are these soldiers doing?

   Two questions.

  Or, if you figure it out, you can get out of this nightmare...

  Among the noisy voices, someone shouted from behind: "Hurry up! Run! Fill up those holes, and when you're done, you'll have something to eat, and you'll be fine! Those who don't leave will die!"

  Suddenly, piercing screams sounded beside him. It seemed that it not only hurt his ears, but also hurt his soul. He ran involuntarily, staggering forward with a wooden shovel.

  The ear-piercing screams are still ringing, continuous, higher or lower, just like the screams of his wife and daughter, just before dying...

More voices and greater chaos shook his head, and he accidentally stepped on the ground. Before he could get up, someone stepped on his back heavily, and stepped on him again. on the ground.

   One foot, two feet.

   Too many feet to count.

   "Ahem..."

  He coughed up a black blood clot, as if something had been coughed up.

Why?

do what?

  He seemed to be trembling with pain every time he took a breath, but these two questions were still colliding in his mind.

He was staggering, just like his ancestors, who struggled to get up as long as they had a breath, struggling to stand up again, but there was a whistling in the air, and a huge thrust brought him up , pushed to the ground.

  An arrow flew from the camp and shot into his chest.

   He was nailed to the ground.

  Boundless darkness gradually enveloped him, but a smile appeared on his numb face.

   Great, this nightmare seems to be waking up...

   And in his smile, around his dead body, naked or semi-naked people who are almost the same as him are still running, screaming, and dying...

  ………………

  Fei Qian frowned deeply, watching Han Sui's troops drive away the refugees who did not know where they were captured, rushing up to fill the pits, consuming his own arrows.

  Before the camp, there was a large horse pit and a small pit with a bowl mouth. Obviously, Han Sui also knew this through Ma Chao, so he came prepared and arrested such a group of refugees to deal with it.

  On the other hand, I had to take the huge trouble of getting the longbow wet in the rain, and shoot these refugees before the camp, otherwise, if these refugees stormed the camp, it would not be a matter of one or two casualties.

The problem is, his mother, Han Sui and Han Wenyue, although he said that on the battlefield, there is nothing wrong with conspiracy and conspiracy, but what is the difference between such behavior, like those barbarians who committed crimes, and drove the Han people to attack the city? ? !

  Han Sui Han Wenyue, **** are you a Han Chinese or a barbarian? !

"Han Wenyue!" Looking at the miserable situation of the refugees in front of him, Fei Qian suddenly couldn't hold his breath, and shouted angrily, "You have no courage, treason and harm the country! Go against the sky above, and kill kindness below! Throwing swords and guns all over the ground! The soldiers were heartbroken and courageous, and the school rats ran away and the wolves were busy! They had to be stationed in Qishan, tired, and could only be rampant in the head of Guizhou! Han Wenyue! What face do you have to meet the elders of Xiliang? The imperial court! Your evil waves resound across the world, and your crimes are so sinister that they are spread throughout the world!"

   Feiqian spoke clearly, with a high-pitched and clear voice, even in the noisy surroundings, he was still heard clearly by Li Ru and the guards around him.

Li Ru laughed loudly, and applauded in a hoarse voice, while ordering the soldiers to repeat Fei Qian's words loudly, he asked people to fetch light-colored Gebu and brush and ink, regardless of the drizzle, the brush was flying like a dragon, and the blink of an eye He wrote Fei Qian's words on Ge Bu, and asked someone to hang it up immediately.

  Over the camp, accompanied by repeated sounds over and over again, two huge cloth strips were hung high and unfolded in the air. Although the rain was not heavy, it gradually moistened the Gebu, and the ink characters on it were slowly blurred, leaving black marks under the characters. At first glance, it seemed that every word was crying. Like black tears of blood flowing...

Although most of the Qiang people who came with Han Sui didn't know Chinese characters, and didn't know the meaning of what was written on the cloth strips, they watched Han Sui's complexion turn purple, and the Xiliang Han people around him turned paler and paler. , more or less knew that the words on the cloth strip were not good, so they couldn't help but hesitated, and gathered together in a chattering manner, discussing a lot.

  The offensive slowed down involuntarily, and all eyes were on Han Sui for a while.

Han Sui looked at the strips of Ge cloth fluttering above the camp in the distance, and at the big ink characters that were gradually blurred on it, he felt the blood in his heart surging upwards, and then he wanted to hold it down again. , not letting himself be controlled by the furious emotions, trembling all over for a moment, he couldn't even say a word.

The military marquis next to Han Sui glanced around at the surrounding soldiers, and his heart sank. He saw that although everyone was standing still, the uneasy expressions on their faces and eyes became more and more intense. , the knives and guns that many people originally held high also fell down unknowingly, and Lada was on the ground.

"Brothers, stand up straight, hold your chest up..." Junhou raised his hands subconsciously, and shouted loudly, "Go forward, cheer up, and fight the enemy bravely..." But his voice was so soft that it seemed that even himself It's rare to hear.

   "Pfft!" Han Sui couldn't hold back after all, spat out a mouthful of blood, and shook twice on the horse's back.

   "General! General!" Han Sui's guard turned pale with fright and hurried forward.

"Some...no problem..." Han Sui raised his arm, spread his fingers, and then stared viciously at the distant camp, as if he was also staring at someone under the strip of cloth in the camp, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Come here ! Blow the trumpet! Kill me! Someone is going to cut off the head of the little thief Zhengxi with his own hands!"

  (end of this chapter)