Chapter 3293 The unchanging project in the changing

In the middle of the night, Cao Xiu rushed back to Gufeng Mountain.

When he was about to reach Gufeng Mountain, Cao Xiu paused on the earth slope for a moment.

He looked up.

The lonely peaks and mountains under the moonlight have a different kind of beauty.

In the middle of the Yuncheng Basin in Hedong, Gufeng Mountain stands relatively abruptly on the earth. Under the night sky, it is like a contemplator, quietly thinking about something.

The night is low, and the sky that has not passed through the pollution of later generations is pure and transparent. The stars dot the deep sky, as if the gods have sprinkled countless bright gems on the night.

The lonely peak is not high, but because of the current angle, Cao Xiu feels like a tower to climb the sky, or a bridge between the world and the sky, connecting reality and dreams.

The night scenery of Gufeng Mountain is a quiet and profound picture, which tells the beauty of nature and the harmony of life in a unique way. Here, time seems to solidify, making people forget the hustle and bustle of the world and just want to indulge in this tranquility and beauty. War is cruel, but the beauty of this moment is heart-warming.

"if……"

Cao Xiu couldn't help but have a subtle idea in his mind, but he was soon pinched off by himself.

Is this what he wants?

Before attacking the quarrel, he thought that was it.

But after entering Hedong and suffering setbacks, Cao Xiu began to think gradually. There was a subtle voice in his heart, just like the seeds that had fallen in the early years, now sprouting under the watering of flesh and blood.

Is it for the Han emperor to fight?

Or are you fighting for the people of the world?

Or for something else?

Cao Xiu looked at Gufeng Mountain not far away and felt like he saw a silent giant, looking back at him at this moment.

The clouds flow in the night sky, sometimes covering the moon, and the outlines of the mountain peaks are hazy. The clouds dissipate, and the moonlight shines on the rocks again, outlining soft lines. Every stone and every tree in the lonely peak at night seems to have life. They are sleeping quietly under the comfort of the moonlight, waiting for a new day to come.

And what about Cao Xiu’s new day?

Or, what about Cao's new day?

Or, what about the new day in Shandong in the Han Dynasty?

Cao Xiu's eyes and cheeks couldn't help but twitch.

"call……"

Cao Xiu took a deep breath, threw those upset thoughts behind his head, and continued to ride his horse forward.

The battle situation cannot be static.

The camp at the bottom of the slope was quickly defeated by Fei Qian, which brought about changes in the entire battle situation.

The original plan now looks...

Even Cao Hong didn't dare to pat his chest to make a promise.

Therefore, if Cao Hong really can't stand firm in Anyi and can't stop the sharp attack of the cavalry, then Cao Xiu's so-called attack strategy will become a colorful bubble, illusory and beautiful, but empty and weak.

Therefore, Cao Hong and Cao Xiu must make timely adjustments in response to changes in the battle situation. Even though this adjustment seems a bit hasty and not meticulous enough, for now, it is the ultimate they can do.

Work hard, struggle, endure hardship, and endure hardship are not all problems.

The problem is...

Cao Xiu rode his horse, and the sound of horse hooves wrapped in deliberately was slightly dull, like the drum beats pressing on Cao Xiu's heart.

Turning over the gully at the foot of Gufeng Mountain and passing the set-up warning sign, you can see that in the valley on the south side of Gufeng Mountain, there are a lot of bonfires vaguely lit under the slope.

Cao Xiu's camp is hidden in these valleys.

Because it needs to be concealed, the Caojun camp is not the kind that is built in square shape, but is loose and fragmented along the shape of the valley.

The bonfire is the only cheapest warmth that Cao's soldiers can get at night.

Cao Xiu got off his horse and threw the horses to the soldiers for care and feeding. He led his guards to walk up the less obvious ramp.

In the night wind, the gossip of the Cao army soldiers under their feet came.

The remaining fire swayed, illuminating the melancholy faces of the Cao army soldiers.

They either sit or lie down, or circle around, whispering something.

"About it, how many months have you been out? Is it half a year?"

"Have it."

"When will this battle be finished...?

『I don't know. But... I miss my mother, I miss the soup cakes made by my mother...』

"Oh. I miss the meal at home too. This is really not a life for people to live with a bite of loess and soup every day."

"I heard that opposite Emei Ridge is Linfen Pingyang. If Pingyang is captured, we can go home."

『Haha, take Pingyang? What to beat him?』

"Stop talking...get to sleep!"

The night wind blew, drifting their conversation in the wind.

As the war slowed down and became unfavorable, the atmosphere in Cao's camp became increasingly heavy, and even the most noisy soldiers on weekdays gradually became taciturn.

Suddenly, some small sound of blowing leaves sounded, melodious and sad, as if telling the nostalgia in everyone's heart.

Leaves are the simplest and oldest musical instruments.

During the Han and Tang dynasties, it was even the music of the palace. It was also called "Snooker Leaf". It is said that musicians who are good at blowing leaves can even blow two leaves at the same time without the help of their fingers, and can also play moving tunes.

As soon as the music sounded, the soldiers of Cao's army listened in a slant and stopped talking.

Of course, the ordinary soldiers who played in Cao's army were not learned from any vocal music. The tone did not have so many melodious changes, but the simple emotions contained were common.

In later generations, people's hearts were too complicated and messy, so they not only had colorful pictures, but also had intense music, and even provocative actions to make some people in later generations feel interesting, while those simple music sounds only made them feel noise.

In the relatively lack of entertainment in the Han Dynasty, music was definitely not something that ordinary people could enjoy. Therefore, having such simple music could already make these Cao army soldiers forget the current sorrow and recall the golden wheat fields, the winding river, and the familiar small village in their hometown.

The music stopped shortly after a while.

The soldiers of Cao's army were speechless.

"When the war is over, we will go home together." Someone suggested.

"good!"

『That's natural!』

Everyone answered in unison. Although they knew that the road ahead was unknown, this promise seemed to give them some comfort in this night. On this long night, their dreams were entrusted to the night wind and drifted towards the distant land.

Cao Xiu stood, silent, like a stone on the lonely mountain.

They need to be hidden and cannot attract the attention of the cavalry and horses. This kind of music will undoubtedly bring uncertain risks to Cao Xiu and others...

Originally, Cao Xiu's guards were going to go up to stop the discussion and blowing of these Cao soldiers, but Cao Xiu stopped them.

Although Cao Xiu's surname is Cao, his family is not good. He had many disasters in his early years, and he was somewhat considered to have risen from the bottom. For these Cao's soldiers at the bottom, he also had more understanding and tolerance. After a moment of silence, Cao Xiu walked away silently and did not stop this nameless performer.

Perhaps among these ordinary soldiers of the Cao army, they still have an idea or a fantasy, that is, after a period of battle, they will definitely be able to win, and then after the cavalry and horses are defeated, they can return to their hometown...

As for the changes in the entire battle situation, these ordinary Cao army soldiers were not clear at all.

And those who know the situation of the war will never say anything to these ordinary Cao army soldiers.

Just like Cao Xiu, at most he would talk to his trusted guards around him. As for those ordinary Cao soldiers, Cao Xiu only told them two words-

implement.

They are split.

Cao Xiu has tried his best to understand what the lower-class soldiers need, but can the Cao family change the current state of Cao Xiu?

What's more, some habits are difficult to correct. Even if Cao Xiu feels a little emotional at the moment, what will happen in the next moment, or in a new day?

Now the entire Han Dynasty has undergone new changes under the leadership of Fei Qian, and in this change, some people are still stubbornly trying to stand still.

After a while, Cao Xiu said nothing and continued to move up.

"Thank you for your hard work..." Cao Xiu's confidant stepped forward to welcome Cao Xiu, secretly glanced at Cao Xiu's face in the moonlight, and then his heart sank, and he quickly handed the water bag on it, "Don't rest first..."

Cao Xiu took two sips of water, glanced at his confidant, and said, "The camp at the slope was broken."

"What?!" Although everyone actually had some premonition in their hearts, they felt that the camp at the slope would be broken sooner or later, but it was indeed surprising that it was broken so quickly, "Isn't this... two days?"

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Cao Xiu snorted.

He didn't say that in fact he couldn't hold on for a day, otherwise it would be too much...

"Is it because he was... lazy and lazi, and did not build good fortifications?" Cao Xiu's confidant found another reason for the defeat of the camp at the slope.

This way of finding reasons and excuses is actually to hide one's anxiety and fear.

Cao Xiu didn't comment.
To be continued...