Chapter 3537 Flame and Blood

To the north of Xiangyang, Jingzhou, there was a bloody storm.

After Li Dian broke through the Pass of the Imperial Pass, although it was as expected by Cao Ren, the speed was too fast after all...

Before the big man appeared, the weird cavalry, which war was not calculated in the past years?

Even when Yuan Shao gathered troops in Jizhou to fight a small Zang Hong, he still surrounded him for a year with absolute superior force and finally barely captured him.

Therefore, Cao Ren became nervous when working in the field clearing the land in the northern part of Jingzhou.

From a strategic perspective, Cao Ren's arrangements and measures are not wrong.

Whether it is the Danshui River or the Hanshui River, it will gather at the Danjiangkou. Danshui Riverkou is indeed the place where the Jingzhou naval forces can best be exerted, and it is also suitable as an important strategic node. If the Jingzhou naval forces are advantageous, the Li Dian Liaohua coalition will be defeated in one fell swoop, then the entire Jingzhou will be settled immediately.

At that time, whether Cao Ren goes up to help Cao Cao in the northern part of Jingzhou, or turns south to Jiangling to fight against the Sichuan and Shu army, he will be more calm.

Of course, the risks are also extremely high.

So in order to fight this battle, Cao Ren has sent people to urgently strengthen and expand the military camp at Danjiangkou.

However, Li Dian broke through the Imperial Pass too quickly, and Niu Jin on the other hand didn't know how long it would take for him, so Cao Ren was forced to strengthen the walls and clear the fields in advance, snatch or destroy the village along the Danjiang River, grab food and grass, and arrest the strong men to build defense lines and dig tren.

For a moment, there were screams and cries in the south town of Jingbei.

The wheat fields that had just been planted were ruthlessly trampled on. The wheat seedlings that had not yet grown were broken in pieces and fell into the mud.

The arrested young and strong neck tied up the hemp rope they used to tie wheat on their usual occasions. The rough hemp rope cut the skin of these strong men, and blood dripped on the ground, between the broken pots and the broken rakes.

Someone was hiding in the cellar and was discovered by Cao's army, with strange laughter and screams intertwined.

Some people also fled to the mountains and forests and abandoned all human order.

Nanxiang!

It was once a place for emperors, and it was known as a place full of nobility and a place that gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

This place was indeed beautiful and rich.

At that time, in Nanxiang, there were abundant water and grass, and the fields were crisscrossing, stable and peaceful.

Everyone thinks that such a life can accompany the Han Dynasty for generations...

However, when bad luck came, these people in Nanxiang knew that there was no nobility, no emperor who could bless them or protect them.

At first, they tried to reason, then gave in, and took out the things as much as possible and handed them to Cao's army in exchange for a brief calm.

However, as the war became more and more frequent, Cao's army asked for more and more demands. They were angry and fearful that they were helpless. They wanted to escape, but they still could not escape.

The Cao army soldiers smashed the barn door with swords and guns, and snatched the last bit of food from the people of Nanxiang. Even the warehouse door with spider webs was searched carefully.

All the useful items were collected.

They either piled up on the open space where the grain was dry and waited for the supplies to be taken away, or stuffed it into their arms to take it away.

The statue of the god worshipped by the villagers in the village is now pushed to the ground, and the broken clay sculpture still has a stiff smile on its skin, but the grass embryo inside the statue's belly is already black and rotten.

"Mother……"

"Son!"

『Let me go!』

『…』

At this time, these farmers let go of their voices and howling, but who would pay attention to it?

It’s like a butcher cares about the screams of cattle and sheep before dying?

I just think it's noisy.

An old farmer howled in sorrow, rather than surrender, burned his house with fire and burned all his life savings and hopes.

In the fire, the old farmer suddenly saw a painting on the adobe wall.

The very simple strokes are not very deep, so they should be his grandson's graffiti.

Yellow dog, wheat pile.

There is also a circle that I don’t know if it is the sun or the moon…

The old farmer lay under the graffiti and howled angry and sad to Cao's army outside the flames...

However, Cao's soldiers outside the flames did not even take a look at each other for a moment.

Trampling on flames and blood, bringing death and destruction.

...

...

The loess plateau in the morning light is like mulberry paper that is randomly crumpled by the gods, and the people wearing armor meander in the folds.

The three-colored flag pierced the white and blue morning light in the mulberry forest, scaring the early birds scattered everywhere, and the feathers floating down for a short time on the red tassels, and then left like a passerby.

In the gullies left behind by the impact of ancient glaciers, the cavalry and horses followed the zigzag metaphysical along the earth path.

This time point is still a better marching stage for the Loess Plateau. When the rainy season arrives, these wild areas that do not belong to the official road will become powerful weapons to retain the army to march under the dual effects of rain and horse hooves.

Some Hu people like to hang copper bells on the saddles on the war horses, or tie a colorful ribbon on their weapons, etc., anyway, they want to be different from others.

And the Han soldiers had almost no such habits...

What?

Gan Ning?

That's a minority.

Most Han soldiers looked like they were poured from a mold. The cold light reflected by the blue and black armor was like a blade slashing across the surface of the pottery pot, sharp and full of passion.

If we do not consider the cruelty of war, the scene in front of us is undoubtedly a very beautiful picture.

The mountains in the distance and the tender grass in the near distance.

The Han-style ring-headed knife is in the scabbard, and it hits regularly as the war horses leaps.

When the Qiang Man's bone flute and arrow pouch passes through the air outlet, the sound of the Qiang Man's bone flute and the arrow pouch seems to have a resonant frequency and emit a light and low sound.

The flags behind the messengers were recognized and tassels entangled with each other, dancing their own unique dances.

The crimson battle robe on the left stained a continuous line of fire from the yellow earth.

The indigo horse dress on the right outlines a moving body full of power.

The dust pillar raised by the horse's hooves is like golden steps of twelve stairs, and can reach the sky at any time.

The shadows of soldiers were lengthened on the top of the plateau and became flowing notes, playing silent music.

Chinese military orders form clear sound waves on the top of the plateau.

"Sharp arrows—turn——"

The Qiang language should be harmonious and turned into fuzzy echoes at the bottom of the ditch.

『hodog—nuog—』

At this moment, the majestic army was like the art of marching on the earth. Each soldier was both a carrier of civilization and a power to change the world. Finally, he completed the measurement of the three auxiliary servants of Guanzhong at the forbidden ditch in Tongguan and fell in front of the horse of the Great Han General Cavalry.

Fei Qian mobilized the Hu soldiers from Longxi Horse Farm to come to end the Han Dynasty, especially in the late Eastern Han Dynasty when the conflict between the Hu and the Han Dynasty was sharp, and he tried to explore the possibility of national integration through military reform.

As the implementer of Longxi military reform, Jiang Xiao had to maintain the Han system and resolve the conflicts between the nomadic peoples. It was indeed quite difficult and encountered many problems. Now that Jiang Xiao came with problems, Fei Qian naturally needed to point out the direction for Jiang Xiao.

This is something that must be done as a leader.

"Lord... Some words..." Jiang Jie lowered his head, "I don't know if it should be said or not..."

Fei Qian smiled and handed over a bowl of hot tea, "Drink slowly, talk slowly."

Fei Qian likes to drink more tea than alcohol.

Some people like to drink because they themselves like it, while others like to drink because they like to see their power, others have to drink...

The more you need to show your authority, the more you are inconspicuous little people, for fear that others will look down on him.

Of course, Fei Qian didn't have to do this. He invited Jiang Xiao to have tea, but when Jiang Xiao came, Fei Qian was just drinking tea.

However, Jiang Jie held the tea bowl and touched the warm carvings on it, and couldn't help but think of the snowy night he first arrived in Longyou.

The Qiang people like to drink, and the leaders of the Qiang people also like to drink wine.

Whether it is to inject his subordinates or Han officials who have just arrived in the local area like Jiang Jie.

At that time, Dong Zhuo had not yet entered Beijing, and the Western Qiang was still very powerful, so Jiang Jie could only sit in the next seat. The first person in the bonfire dinner was the old chief of the Qiang people.

The sheep oil drips sizzle on the bonfire.

The horse milk wine was delivered one bag after another.

"Drink! If you don't drink, you look down on me!"

『Cheers! Cheers to our friendship!』

"Another bowl! How can a man say that it's not possible?!"
To be continued...