Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 2478 Passionate

  Han Hussar General Mansion.

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

  Huang Yueying was wearing a regular red and black dark coat and a big cloak, standing against a railing.

   With loud cheers, they climbed over the wall of the government office, 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 very moment, it is my husband who is being cheered by the crowd on the high platform...

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

   A little depressed.

  Huang Yueying looked at the grand, cumbersome, and equally gorgeous costumes on her body, and sighed softly.

  It's so lively, I really want to go and see it with my own eyes. It's a pity that I can no longer stand on the plowshare my father built and peek at the wall like I was back then.

   A small voice sounded from behind, Huang Yueying turned her head, only to see Cai Yan walking up the stairs.

  『Well, didn’t you just say you couldn’t come? ’Huang Yueying teased.

  『It’s too loud…』 Cai Yan smiled slightly, 『I can’t help it. 』

  Huang Yueying grinned, then moved a little to the side to make room for Cai Yan. "It's windy here, but you can't see it either. 』

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

  Of course there are taller ones, such as the watchtowers of sentinels and scouts.

  Cai Yan walked up to Huang Yueying, looked around for a while, and then nodded, "Indeed...only those banners and colored silks can be seen...and it's too far away..."

  『Mmm…』 Huang Yueying pondered for a moment, then suddenly clapped her hands, 『Yes, there are binoculars! new style! I...um, ink fountain! Go to my room and get that telescope in the lacquered box! 』

   Mo Dou replied, then turned and went down the stairs.

   Cai Yan glanced back, "Why? Husband still confiscated her? 』

  Huang Yueying curled her lips, "This stupid ink fountain, last time... I asked her to wear thinner clothes to shake in front of her husband, but she wore less clothes, and as a result... she actually sneezed when she went to the husband's side!" That snotty snot... made me want to strangle her on the spot... Where are you? Bong book? Holding the piano? 』

  Cai Yan shook his head slightly.

  『Hmmm…』Huang Yueying sighed slightly, 「This matter…hey, sometimes I don’t know what to say…」

  Ever since Yami entered Huqi Mansion, Huang Yueying and Cai Yan felt a trace of invisible threat, and then felt that instead of taking advantage of the foreigners, it is better to arrange the old ones first.

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

  『This person really doesn’t talk about it. Whoever is talking about it is coming...』 Huang Yueying rolled her eyes covertly, "Let them go to the other high platform and don't come crowding with us." 』

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

  Yami was under the high platform, saluted Huang Yueying and Cai Yan with a somewhat stiff and awkward posture, and then ran to another high platform.

"It seems that I still need to learn more about this etiquette..." After Huang Yueying glanced at Yami, she turned her attention to the binoculars again, squinting and turning the binoculars to adjust the focus, "This is a newly made It's...the latest glass...well, my husband said it should be called glass...ha! see! 』

   Hearing this, Cai Yan moved her slender fingers slightly, but finally held back and did not move.

  『I see...hehe...』 Huang Yueying smiled, then stretched out her hand and tugged on Cai Yan’s sleeve. It took a while to realize, and passed the telescope over, 『Nah! In that direction! It's a pity that my husband didn't turn around..."

  Cai Yan smiled, didn't say anything, just squinted one eye and looked in front of the telescope, and quickly found Fei Qian's figure.

  Under banners waving, Fei Qian was standing on a high platform, waving forward...

   Then there was another burst of huge sound waves rolling in.

  『It’s so lively…』

  …(▽)/(▽)/…

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

   Guan Ning, who was on the side, seemed to have heard something, but he didn't seem to hear it, so he asked: "What did you just say?" 』

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

  Guan Ning was stunned for a moment, then understood immediately, turned his head to look at Lu Yu, then slid his throat, but didn't say anything, and finally stared blankly at the rolling army formation in front of him, speechless.

  At that time, Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty worshiped Lu Zhi as the general of Beizhong Lang, and led the soldiers of the fifth school of the Northern Army to Jizhou to pacify the Yellow Turban Army.

   At first, Lu Zhi won consecutive battles, Zhang Jiao led his army to retreat to Guangzong County, and defended the city to the death. Lu Zhi led his army to surround Guangzong County, dug trenches, manufactured siege equipment, and prepared to attack the city. At this time, Liu Hong sent the little Huangmen Zuo Feng to Lu Zhi's army to inspect the work. Some people persuaded Lu Zhi to bribe Zuo Feng, but Lu Zhi refused. Zuo Feng didn't get the slightest benefit, so he held a grudge. In June, after Zuo Feng returned to Luoyang, he slandered Liu Hongjin. Liu Hong was furious. As General Dong Zhonglang, succeeding Lu Zhi in pacifying the Yellow Turban Army in Jizhou...

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

When Dong Zhuo entered the capital and when Luoyang was domineering, Lu Zhi thought more than once that if Lu Zhi himself could conquer Zhang Jiao under Guangzong County, maybe the whole big man would not be facing the abyss behind. slide.

Although the soldiers led by Lu Zhi at that time were 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 by the big men at that time. , the central imperial army with the highest morale, but in fact, these five battalions have slack training and weak physical strength, just relying on more excellent armor than the yellow turban bandits.

  Beside Lu Zhi, there is Wuhuan Zhonglang General Zong Yuan as his deputy.

   What if Lu Zhi was by Lu Zhi's side at that time, not the Fifth Battalion of the Northern Army with a huge name, but the elites in front of him? What if his deputy is not a different heart, but a loyal warrior with one heart and one mind?

  Then the fate of Lu Zhi, the fate of the big man, will it be completely different?

  His father, even when he died, never cursed this big man, he just regretted that he missed the opportunity, and now Lu Yu saw Lu Zhi's wish become a reality before his eyes!

  This can be regarded as the strong army of the big man!

  A powerful army with great momentum and sweeping the world!

if…

  Lu Yu thought about it, but found that she didn't know when tears were streaming down her face.

  Father, have you seen it?

  The big man and strong army who are talking about until his death!

   But not in Beijun, not in Luoyang, but here...

  …/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~…

  In Suzaku Long Street.

  Ma Yan's body is as stable as a mountain, but his slightly gray beard trembles slightly.

If a few years ago, someone told him that he could become a general today, even in front of tens of thousands of people, surrounded by endless cheers and envious eyes, Ma Yan would definitely give that person a few big mouths , sober him up.

  But now, Ma Yan feels that he is dreaming...

   Sweet dreams.

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

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

   That is Shangjun, that is his former home.

  It was a nightmare he could never forget...

  At the foot of the mountain, as far as the eye can see, there are corpses scattered everywhere. The Bingzhou soldiers who the Han people were most proud of were exposed corpses like this in the wilderness. I don't know if it was out of hatred or showing off, those barbarians were not kind enough to bury the wreckage of the losers, but just took away the armor and weapons they wanted, and left the corpses lying here, separated by a few miles, the air The strong smell of rotting corpses in the air is unbearable and makes people want to vomit.

   And he crawled out of the pile of bones.

  In the distance, a remnant flag stood slantingly in the setting sun. The evening wind blew up the flag, and the words "Da Han Du Liao" could still be seen faintly. The flag was still here, but the soldiers holding the flag had long since fallen.

  Large flocks of carrion vultures covered the sky, one after another, screaming strangely as if celebrating 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 hands and moved forward. The sun shone on his black light armor, as if absorbing all the brilliance, and also shone on his hands. He could see clearly that he was painting Under the black lacquered palm guard is a hand wearing a leather glove, which is so clean that there is no dust on it, let alone the blood that cannot be melted in memory.

  The people onlookers thought that Ma stretched out his hand to salute them, so they made more noise, making a deafening sound, which made the eardrums buzz.

  Yes, Ma Yan clenched his fists tightly, 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 trembling feeling wash away the shame and sadness of the year!

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

  Countless Bingzhou Liangzhou soldiers were transferred to suppress the Yellow Turbans.

  In August, the Yellow Turban was defeated, and the Han Dynasty temporarily stabilized the situation, but a bigger catastrophe unfolded in the northwest area, that is, the Xiqiang Rebellion.

   Many tribes of the Western Qiang lived in the Hehuang area for a long time, and fought a century-long war with the Han Dynasty.

   Such a long time exhausted the Han Dynasty.

  When the Han Dynasty was strong, the Western Qiang tribes often attacked each other internally to compete for resources. The Han Dynasty defeated the tribes of the Western Qiang several times, and also placed some of the surrendered Western Qiang in the Longxi and Longyou area outside the Guanwai, dominated by Beidi County. As soldiers from Liangbingzhou and other places were transferred away, and it was discovered that the national power of the Han Dynasty was weakened, the tribes of the Western Qiang began to join forces in the northwest area to create chaos on the borders of Longxi, Wudu, and Hanyang.

   Not only that, but Xiqiang is not the only one who has seen the weakness of the big man.

   Immediately triggered the Yinshan Xianbei to go south...

  At that time, Ma Yan led the army and led the county soldiers to meet Xianbei.

   After chasing Xianbei and entering the northern loess high **** area, 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.

   It was Ma Yan who led the army, but he was not the one who made the decisions.

   It is the son of Yang who is eager to show off and win...

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

  As a result, because of his eagerness to retreat from the enemy, he fell into the trap of the Xianbei people.

  The Xianbei people are familiar with every fold of the loess high slope. On the contrary, these gullies washed out by rainwater made it difficult for Mayan and others who were chasing them.

Coupled with the unfamiliarity of the terrain, it often happens that I set off in the hazy mist in the morning, and end up working hard all day on the rugged and winding mountain road until dusk falls, only to find that I have returned to the previous two days In front of the remains of the bonfire left by the camp at night.

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

   Moreover, Ma Yan didn’t think that Yang’s son could understand the style of the map, because he found that Yang’s son was looking at the map upside down many times, as if he didn’t know which side was North...

It is not that Ma Yan has never considered hiring a guide, but it is extremely difficult for them to meet people, even if they meet scattered Southern Huns, it is difficult to communicate, especially that Yang's son always points fingers in front of those Southern Huns, and then those Southern Huns The Huns looked like idiots, or looked at idiots with dull eyes, which made Mayan panic.

  Finally even the Southern Huns joined the ranks of the Xianbei!

  Let’s go south to plunder together!

  Because the Hu people discovered that there was such a son of the Yang family 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 will to die in his heart, when he led his soldiers to resist the barbarians who rushed up like locusts, Yang's son escaped...

  The Yang family was the first to escape!

   Not even a little extra!

  The one who stayed to resist the Xianbei and the Southern Huns was this stupid warrior, a commoner Bai Ding, who was shouting and shouting and insulting every day!

  Ma Yan led the last group of soldiers to resist. He asked his sixteen-year-old child to throw down his sword and gun, and pretended to be ordinary people to flee.

  But his child agreed with his mouth, but followed behind his back.

   His child said that he is a man from the Northland and a soldier from Shangjun, but he is definitely not Ma Jiaerlang who ran away!

  He hit him, scolded him, then cried and hugged him.

   Then there was a **** battle.

  The last **** battle...

  The sky is bloody.

  The mountain is blood-colored.

  He also has blood in his heart.

   Ma Yan fought to the point of exhaustion and fell down. The barbarians thought he was dead, but he crawled out of the pile of dead people with scars all over his body. But he is alive, it is better to die.

  He hugged the dead body of his child, howling in the blood everywhere...

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

  Ma Yan longed for revenge one day, but he waited for the news of the relocation of the county government.

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

  From that time on, Ma Yan put away all the armor.

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

   Said he was the governor of Shangjun.

  You don’t even have a beard, the young Sheriff?

   It’s not that the children of the aristocratic family come here to do something tricky, bring some soldiers to kill some people at will, and then pretend to be the leader of the Hu people to repay their merits, and then they will be promoted and get rich, leaving Ma Yan and the others in Shangjun again?

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

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

  Ma Yan looked up.

  Overhead is a bright tricolor flag.

  It was like the flag flying outside that small camp back then.

  『Dare to ask Mr. Fei, why did you come? 』

  He asked so.

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

  『Whether it is in Sili, Hedong, or even Shangjun or Jingxiang, they are all called Han people in fact! 』

  『We are all Han Chinese, we are friends, brothers, and relatives! 』

  『We stand here and gather together not because we are warlike, but because we cannot forget our homeland and the land we Han people once had! 』

  『We Han people don’t bully others, so don’t come to bully us either! 』

  『Even if we bully people, these barbarians still don’t want to bully us! 』

   Unknowingly, Ma Yan's eyes became hot, and he also saw the figure on the high platform in the distance.

  That figure seemed to be shining under the sun, which made Mayan's eyes red, and even his vision seemed a little hazy...

  They desperately need such a person, such a leader.

   It doesn’t need to be very strong in martial arts, and it doesn’t need to be on the front line every time. It only needs that when Mayan and the others are fighting on the front line, this person will not turn around and run away...

Therefore, even though Fei Qian led a lone and weak brigade deep into Shangjun at that time, and everyone knew that there was no follow-up supply, within a thousand miles, apart from the Xianbei people, the Baibo army, and the Southern Xiongnu, who were inseparable from friends and enemies, There may even be "friendly troops" who shot cold arrows behind their backs, but Ma Yan and the others still persevered, moving forward, always moving forward!

  The only motivation to support the whole army to move forward is the firm will shown by Fei Qian.

He is above the honor of the county guard, and the soldiers share the same clothes and food, gnawing wild vegetables that are difficult to swallow, struggling in the wind and sand, rolling in the sand, sitting by the campfire talking and laughing loudly like ordinary soldiers, working tirelessly at night, He took Huang Cheng, Mayan and other officers to check the guards by himself. He was the last one to fall asleep every night, and he was also the first one to wake up every day.

  So, very simply, Ma Yan and the others supported him and carried out every order he gave with all their heart.

   Even if you know you have to face danger and challenge death.

  Under such a command, even death is worth it!

   At that time, there was no excellent equipment and abundant logistics like today. The soldiers were hungry, lean, tired, and their clothes were ragged, but even so, they were still considered the most elite troops in Shang County of Bingzhou!

  Every time they heard the sound of the horn, the soldiers immediately became full of energy, 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 brought to them by Fei Qian—

hope!

  It is like a tricolor flag fluttering in the sun, always gorgeous.

  Ma Yan raised his arms towards the dazzling figure on the high platform, and shouted heart-piercingly, "Big man, mighty!" Hussars, all victories! 』

  The soldiers behind Ma Yan also roared loudly.

  『Big man! 』

  『Mighty! 』

  『Hussars! 』

  『Wan Sheng! 』

  The light and shadow also stretched out their hands to respond, and a gentle voice came faintly amidst the hustle and bustle of the sky.

"You have worked hard…"

   What responded to him was a voice like the waves of the sea.

   Layers upon layers, it was as if the sky and the earth were roaring together.

  『Willing to follow the Lord! 』

  (end of this chapter)