Outside Fan County, Chen Gong was full of gloom and mist on his face, and he knelt down on the black and red ground soaked in blood, and found a small bag wrapped in three layers of linen cloth from his two crotch armors, which was the soil of the hometown of this reckless Xuansu warrior. The Youzhou warriors who were lucky enough to survive forgot the shame of their treacherous attempt to flee on the battlefield after the death of the Lord, and solemnly stood up as a human wall, singing the sad lamentation of their hometown, and the north wind with the cold rain lifted the long flag, and the sunset hid the last afterglow, full of life and death.

Gu Jin was bored pacing on the battlefield where the corpses were crossed, looking in the direction from which the lamentation came from, even if he grew up in Han Youzhou, he was still a Wuhuan man after all, and he didn't understand why the Han people showed such sadness when they parted from life and death. Wuhuan and Xianbei came out of Donghu together, and when a close relative passed away in their native tribe, they would sing happy songs, kill their master's hunting dogs to accompany them to the funeral, and send them off with a smile.

But Gu Jin had to admit that he grew up in the Han region, and the culture of the Han people had a deep influence on him, so he couldn't help but imagine that if the stiff corpse lying on the ground now was himself, what kind of face would he hope others would use to send him away? Gu Jin felt that this might be the reason for the strength of the Han people, and the Donghu tribe on the grassland would send off their dead brothers with smiles, because there was no other way, and people used up all their strength in order to survive in the ice and snow, and they no longer had the ability to griev. But the Han people do not have to hide their emotions, and grief does not make them appear cowardly, but on the contrary, in this grief, there is a great and even frightening power.

That power is called hatred.

The Han people are qualified to hate, and the lifelong pursuit of the warrior is to fight. The grassland is full of battlefields, down to the lowest-ranking men in the tribe, up to the most honorable tribal leaders, plugging warriors to live and grow, die and live here. But life is not a battle for the Han people, they have plenty of time from the nobles to the heads of the Qian, in addition to being loyal to the lord, and even have time to demand that they become morally abiding, courteous, benevolent and loving, honest and trustworthy.

Many Han Chinese will only encounter one battle in their lifetime, and some survive and return home to spend the rest of their lives in peace; Some of them didn't survive, just like Zhang Nian now, lying on the cold grass to feel the sadness of the robe, and eventually they would also return to their hometown and put them in a coffin and sleep underground.

Gujin even felt like a joke, thinking that he could have foreseen what would happen in a few years. Zhang was crushed to death, but the orphans and widows he left behind would be raised by his lord Yanbei, and even treated better than when he was alive...... This is a joke in Wuhuan, except for the people close to him, who will raise children for others? But this is not a joke in the Han land, the Han people revere such people, and as far as Gu Jin knows, in the two counties of Liaodong and Liaoxi in the Han Dynasty, there are thousands or even tens of thousands of families scattered and orphaned by the Yan family, sent to the academy to learn literature and martial arts, and then enter Taixue, the highest institution of learning in the Han Kingdom. In the past, they were from Jizhou, Youzhou, and even Xianbei and Wuhuan, but after the death of their elders, they all became Liaodong people.

It was a time of change, and Gujin felt like he was standing on the top of the dividing mountain. In his look, on the right is the Han people who sing low lamentations for the death of Paoze, and on the left are the Wuhuan people who are singing and dancing because of the death of their subordinates, but more and more Wuhuan people are unable to contain the tears in their eyes in the lamentation of the Han people, even if they laugh, they can't stop the tears.

In a few years, perhaps just this year, there will be no more Huns in the world who have galloped outside the north for hundreds of years, they have whipped the Quartet in the past, whether it is the Dayue clan or the Han kingdom when it is strong, and even the Donghu who was very weak at that time, they are all enslaved for it, and they are terrified all day long under their powerful iron hooves. Now, the last brave Huns were named after three counties on the land of Qingzhou by the Han emperor Yanbei, and they would eventually die in those three counties without a sound.

How many years can there be left for Wu Huan?

Whenever Gu Jin said this, the young Wuhuan warrior who was pacing the horse and learning from him would stubbornly remind: "But the king, King Zhao is the king of Zhao, not the emperor. The title of Han people, king, not emperor. ”

Gu Jin pursed his mouth, his thin and slender cheeks curled, and he seemed to be a little sorry for saying the wrong thing, but then he was not ashamed, "The Han people always need the emperor, this is not a title, there is a word called 'power' in the Chinese language, the person closest to the emperor in the past was Dong Zhuo, and now Yanbei is the emperor of the north." You don't understand, their imperial palace is just a house where the big dragon is confined, and the emperor of the Yan clan is conquering the south, turning Henan into a grassland like Hebei, and herding freely...... Oh my God, I've never seen a mountain this high! ”

When you cross the river, the terrain becomes different, and as far as the eye can see, there are long mountains everywhere, lurking in the shadow of the afterglow.

Even Xianbei Mountain and Wuhuan Mountain are not so tall. The pride of the Han people, just like the vast mountains and rivers that nurture them, outsiders who have never been to Henan will never have the pressure of bones entering the present.

When Chen Gong ushered in Zhang Liao, who had arrived after hearing the news from the northwest, it was already late at night, and those tired Wuhuan soldiers and the Han army had cleaned up the battlefield, and Gu Jin led more than 2,000 Wuhuan soldiers under his command to lead more war horses along the night road back to the camp dozens of miles away, and they might not be able to fall asleep until the sun rose tomorrow. The Han soldiers dug a lot of big pits outside the city of Fanxian City, and relied on the farm tools requisitioned from the countryside outside the city to barely dig a pit that could bury the bodies of nearly 10,000 soldiers killed in the battle on both sides.

The casualties of the two sides in this battle were close to the equal, the Li family soldiers fought against the Yan army that was more than their number, and swept through the Zhang Mill Department in a devastating posture in the conflict, and paid the price of more than 1,000 casualties to make the 5,000 battalion Zhang Mill Department killed and wounded nearly half, and even killed the generals Zhang Mill with Le Jin as the vanguard, but in the process of Li Dian saving Le Jin, more than 1,000 dared to die in the battle, and the Chinese army Li Quan also suffered great casualties due to the gallop of Beiyan and Gu Jin, and finally resisted the attack of the Wuhuan Tu Cavalry The strong man broke his wrist, leading more than 2,000 soldiers all the way south.

Zhang Liao squinted his eyes and swept over the mountains of armor outside Fan County, gritted his teeth and asked, "What are the casualties?" ”

"There are only more than 1,000 left in the Zhangnian Division, 900 casualties in the subordinate headquarters, only 2,000 in the Bone Invasion Department returned to the camp, and more than 900 wounded soldiers temporarily live in the city." Beiyan said fiercely: "General, your subordinates please send troops south!" ”

"To the south?" Zhang Liao's face was uneasy, and he said to Chen Gong with two words: "Gongtai, you tell General Bei where Cao Cao is." ”

"Cao Mengde is not in Puyang, there are only two places. He was not in Liqiu, so he was in Dongping Kingdom, east of Liangshan, or divided the soldiers and horses into three divisions, in order to encircle them. Chen Gong said bluntly: "If our army is in Dongjun, when it is encircled, it will be attacked on three sides, and the river will soar and cut off the retreat, and there will be death and no life; If the troops are sent south, the back road will be cut off for the Dongping army...... The current plan is to go east to Liangshan Road, not south...... However, if you go east to Liangshan Road, although you can attack a small part of it with large soldiers, the grain road will also be harmed by the Jiyin soldiers. ”

Chen Gong didn't expect the situation to be so tricky before he came, although he could predict the direction and strategic intention of Cao's army with his intuition and understanding of the geographical advantages, he couldn't get along with the enemy's way for a while, and it was obviously very difficult.

"It doesn't matter, the big river blocks the retreat of our army, and it also makes the Cao army not able to cross the river to attack the north even if it occupies Dongjun, and if this grain road is broken, find another one, and go east." Zhang Liao acted like a general, and in a blink of an eye, he made up his mind and said: "Bypass Juye Ze to break the Dongping army, borrow grain from General Koji in the north, leap into the land of Ludi, attack back at Rencheng, and attack Shanyang!" ”