Things in the world are often difficult to achieve.

Perfect things often exist in blessings or dreams.

Just like the Dingling people in Liaodong.

Dingling is still drunk and dreaming...

What do you hate most when you are drunk and dreaming?

Of course it is the one who awakens them.

In their original dream, they had built Liaodong, and it seemed that they had realized their long-term dream, and their living standards, including food, clothing, housing and transportation, were greatly improved, as if they had entered heaven.

But there is no need to consider production in the myth. Just like the martial arts book does not require labor, a lot of money will fall for no reason, just like a prince who meets a princess, and the prince charming that Cinderella meets will definitely not be Tang Monk.

But reality is cruel.

The robbed things have a very low value.

It is not that these things are originally of low value, but because they are almost nothing that can be obtained through effort, they consume very quickly, whether they are utensils, food, or population.

Now Dingling people have occupied most of the cities in Liaodong, and then they herd horses in the farmland outside the city, allowing cattle and sheep to eat freely. As for Zhuanghe, Dingling people said what that thing is? They have to work hard to wait for a year to mature? Then it’s better to raise cattle and sheep!

The clothes were torn and they were robbed. They couldn't get them. Then they remembered that the Han people could weave cloth. When they went to search for them, they found that the loom was burned and the women who weaved cloth had either been snatched away by others or were killed.

Things like this happened in various places occupied by the Dingling people.

Among the Dingling people, there are not wise men, nor are there orders to maintain local public security, protect local production, etc., but the problem is that the Dingling people are not a whole. They are just a group of tribes. When there are benefits, they will listen to the superior commander. However, when there are greater benefits in front of them, they will forget the commander's commander and only focus on the benefits in front of them.

Anyway, I'm not one...

So, that's it.

The speed of decay and decay in Liaodong is as fast as seeing collapse.

Dingling people crawled on Gongsun's body and ate and drank, but few people could see the crisis coming.

During the Western Han Dynasty, the land of the four counties in Liaodong included the vast majority of the peninsula, and only a small area called Chenhan in the southeast corner was still independent. However, Zhenfan County was abolished in the fifth year of Shiyuan in Emperor Zhao. Lintun County was abolished in the sixth year of Yuanfeng, and later most of the area of ​​Xuantu County was abolished. Since then, Lelang County has become the main Han county on the Korean Peninsula.

Gongsun Jun retreated all the way and retreated directly from Lelang to the southern section of the peninsula.

At first, the Dingling people fought against each other, whether they were the Han Gongsun Jun, the Zhenfan tribe or the Fuyu Canguo, anyway.

Nowadays, countless flags of Dingling people are floating in the city of Wandu in Liaodong, red, green, blue, white, and colorful, all of which are the flags of Dingling people.

That's right, the color of the Dingling people's flag is that there is no fixed color, and any color is OK.

The reason is actually very simple, because the dyeing process of Dingling people is actually not very good. Many colors of fabrics are obtained from the Han people, so what color can be obtained cannot be too particular.

This fine tradition was passed down from the Xiongnu at that time. After being handed over by the Xianbei, it was handed over to the Dingling people. It may be passed down in the future. Even at that time, the dyeing process was already very common. For example, the Eight Banners with big braids will definitely sneer at the color revolution. If you have a wool, you will have my colors. The big braid has eight colors...

Originally, the wooden door of the county government lobby in Marutou was demolished and the threshold was cut off, turning into firewood in the county government lobby, burning huh. After all, there are doors and thresholds, and it's too hindering.

There was a circle of heads with small braids around the lobby of the county government, and a bear skin was covered with the top, but it was empty at this time and no one sat down. Because this person was standing in the lobby, roaring and whipping the other person rolling on the ground with a whip.

The man on the ground was covered in clothes, his body was covered in blood, and he was already dying. Every time he was hit by a whip, his body trembled instinctively, and his breath became weaker and weaker than the other moment. Behind the man on the ground, outside the lobby, there were several guys who looked like Ding Ling, who looked silent and raised his head to the ground, wishing he could squeeze his head and body into the gap on the ground. None of the Ding Ling people watching around dared to dissuade him, but just took a look occasionally, and then quickly retracted their gaze.

The big witch at the first seat of the lobby was groping with a gloomy face, turning the colorful witch stick in her hand, and didn't know what she was thinking about.

The one who was whipped to death by the leader of Ding Ling's people was Ding Ling's left-behind general who fled from Ding Ling's royal court. He fled to Liaodong with few soldiers...

In fact, there were not many people who died directly at the scene and fought, but during the escape, the scouts of the cavalry quickly found their traces. The fleeing Dingling people were worried that the Han troops would follow closely. Not only did they escape in a hurry before they could save the wounded soldiers, but they even lost most of the supplies and cattle and sheep during the retreat. There were deserters along the way, and until Liaodong, there were only more than a thousand people left.

Most of these people were already scared and shivered when they mentioned the Han people. It was almost impossible for them to go back to battle without disintegration in a short period of time.

The commander of the Dingling National People's Congress finally stopped and looked at the dying guy on the ground. He was so angry that he was not satisfied. "Come on! Drag it out! Chop it up and feed the dog!"

Two or three Ding Ling guards ran in, then dragged the man on the ground out, and drew a long red mark on the floor of the lobby.

The Dingling general who brought the problem was killed, but it did not solve the problem.

The problem is still there.

The commander returned to the top angrily and sat on the bearskin. "After all, what should I do?"

If it had happened a few years ago, a group of people would have shouted, killing the Han people, killing them without leaving any other, and then they would have to capture the Han general and chop them into meat sauce, smash them into pieces, drink and urinate with their skulls, etc.

Well, there is nothing wrong with drinking and peeing. Of course, you will urinate too much.

But now, everyone is silent and doesn't say a word.

For a moment, it was somewhat embarrassing.

Seeing that the commander was a little unlucky, he stared at the old wizard beside him and asked, "What do the Prophet think of this Han army?"

The old wizard stroked the colorful scepter on his hand and squinted his eyes and said, "According to what he reported, it seems that the three-color Han people are mixed with those damn Rouran people... Perhaps there are other tribes... Have the good guys of the immortal world all become the lackeys of the Han people?"

"Those who betray the immortal will not die well!"

"Damn Rouran, damn!"

『Buzz…』

"What's the matter..."

With the old wizard speaking, the other generals and leaders also started to curse, which made them more imposing. However, it felt a bit like a group of jackals barking far away from the lion.

The commander seemed to have this feeling, and asked somewhat impatiently: "I'm asking what I have any thoughts! It's not that I should die or not!"

"This matter is still the supreme king. If you want to make a decision, it is not convenient for me to talk too much." The old wizard laughed, "But since the king asked... the general of the three-color Han people was brave and tricked, and they would be unable to fight head-on... So I think it would be better to wait for them to continue to come east and deal with them."

The commander asked: "What if they don't come?"

At this time, the leader Ding Ling said: "The Han people have recruited so many tribes, so they will not be idle and do nothing. Even if they don't come this time, they will come one day. We have the opportunity to take revenge, so there is no need to rush..."

The other people next to them also expressed their consent.

Do they really think the Han people would come to Liaodong?

Half and half.

Some people even think that the Han people are too far away and most of them will not come here.

They were actually a little worried about avenging the so-called revenge and taking many lives into it, which was quite worthwhile. At present, the tribes have gained a lot in Liaodong, and no one is trying their best.

"Yes, yes, king, this Han man is certainly hateful, but we are not in a hurry..."

"Yes, yes, if the Han people dare to come, we will definitely not forgive them!"

"It's cold now, so it's hard to leave!"

"It's true, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry!"

Anyway, the loss was the royal court, who was directly under the commander. Although other tribes also suffered losses, the relationship was not very big.

"Master, let's take the real one first!"

"Yes, that's right, take down the Zhenban first, and then take Lintun. Even if the Han people come, we will have some food! Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"

『Yes, yes, yes!』

Commander Ding Ling looked around for a week and saw that everyone's opinions were almost the same. Finally, he nodded and said, "Then let's fight Zhenfan and Lintun first!"

『But...』 The commander added another sentence, 『You can't ignore the Han people completely, and send more scouts... so as not to prevent the Han people from coming, but we are not prepared!』

…┐(?～?)┌…

Real episode.

It's a real place for people.

Under Zhenfan City, there was a shrill cry.

Groups of people arrested around, including Han people and local natives, were driven out of the city walls, digging soil and filling the moat.

Dingling is indeed not good at siegeing cities, but after fighting so many cities, he has gradually summarized a lot of experience.

The leader of the Dingling National People's Congress stood on the high slope and looked at Zhenfan City in the distance.

In Zhenfan City, there are Gongsun’s remnants and local natives, that is, the joint army of the later generations. These people were already scared by the Dingling people and dared not go out of the city to fight. When facing such a city, the Dingling people of course did not attack forcefully. If they could take it down by threatening and intimidation, it would be the best.

Perhaps the other tribe leaders did not notice it, and did not even have much feelings, but for the commander, he felt that the attack on the Dingling royal court meant that their Dingling people had lost their roots...

A tribe that has lost its roots will sooner or later have problems.

It also means that if Dingling people die more, one less will be missing.

"King, look over there..." The old wizard beside the commander pointed to a city wall and said to the commander: "The broken city wall over there has been repaired by them and has been watered and reinforced. Only a few days later...there are more powerful people on the wall, and these people... really don't know how to live or die..."

The commander of the Dingling National People's Congress was silent for a while, and then said: "Prophet, you have always felt that you had any ideas about the Han people... I always felt that you had no idea..."

The old wizard nodded and said, "There are indeed some ideas... the enemy can be friends, and friends can be enemies... Isn't it all like this in the desert? There are many Han people now, and among these people, there must be enemies and friends..."

The commander felt a little confused and frowned and said, "Can you explain it more clearly?"

The old wizard raised his chin slightly and pointed at Zhenfan City in the distance, "No matter how much you say, why not see it with your own eyes...I want to use this city, try it..."

"That's how..." The commander thought about it and nodded, "It depends on you. But don't go too far, be careful of the loss of the Han people's arrows!"

The old wizard showed his yellow and black teeth, "I'm not going to fight... Some things are more useful than fighting..."

"Wait!" The commander called the old wizard and widened his eyes and said, "You shouldn't use that, right? That's not possible. If all the city is broken, what else can we eat?"

The old wizard was stunned, then understood and laughed, "No, don't worry, my king... doesn't need to use those..."
To be continued...