Chapter 3590 Sharpening salt and cracking the old wall

The setting sun stretched the shadows of the three people on the cracked yellow earth grey wall.

Yan Rou's cowhide bags bulged with edges, which were the scythes and iron cauldrons sent by Wei Yan, as well as exquisite saws and axes made in the Huang family workshop, as well as horseshoe nails and other debris.

These are the marching equipment that Wei Yan brought from the Taihang Mountains before.

Not conspicuous, but extremely practical.

Wei Yan took off the suede bag on his waist, poured some blue-gray salt particles for Yan Rou to see, and then poured them back, "These are all green salt, and people can eat them. If you travel a long distance, if you don't have salt, you won't have the strength to fight even if you encounter a wild beast."

"This is so good... I'm not polite." Yan Rou took the salt bag and bowed to thank him.

Unlike the cheaper salt in later generations, most of the salts in the great Chinese nowadays are not only of poor quality, but also relatively expensive. Some people cannot even eat black salt.

Refined salt like this is already considered a top-notch product, and it has even entered the category of luxury salt.

Wei Yan smiled, took another bag, and put some herbs in different categories, "These are all picked from the mountain, you should know how to use them, so I won't talk about them..."

From a certain perspective, humans are born and grown in nature, so once they get sick, it is likely that some balance in the body is broken, just like the simplest way to adapt to the local environment, which means that from one place to another, the colonies in the body are not adapted to. Therefore, Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, which was undoubtedly a huge wealth left by the ancient Chinese sages to future generations. Unfortunately, the flaws in the feudal dynasty system in later generations magnified the negative of human nature, so that more than half of the top ten medical classics in China were written before the Han and Jin Dynasties, and in the Ming Dynasty, there was only one herb. As for the contributions to medicine from the Braids, perhaps the lice in the Braids, it is no wonder that Mr. Two Trees were very dissatisfied...

Seeing that Wei Yan had prepared so many things for Yan Rou, Gan Feng couldn't help but be stunned, "When did you prepare these? I didn't prepare any gifts!"

Yan Rou laughed, stepped forward and grabbed Gan Feng's hand, and patted him, "If you can come and give it to me, it's the best gift!"

"No, no, how can this work?" Gan Feng muttered dissatisfiedly, "I want to give you a gift, too..."

Gan Feng suddenly remembered something, walked aside and took a rhinoceros horn bow, "By the way! You must be able to use this!"

He pushed the horn bow wrapped around the wolf's tendons without saying a word. The bow decorated with wolf's teeth was shining coldly in the dusk. "There are twelve whistles! I've made it with a great craftsman, so it must be loud and accurate!"

Yan Rou groped at the knife mark on the bow arm. This was obviously a bow with a story. Perhaps a mark was the trace left by Gan Feng in a certain battle. Looking at Gan Feng's mouth wide open and his big teeth were revealed, Yan Rou patted Gan Feng's arm heavily, "You guy... remember what you said, come to me for a drink!"

"Haha! That's for sure!" Gan Feng laughed, then put his shoulders on Yan Rou, and sang the songs on the grassland.

Wei Yan couldn't understand what the two of them were singing, but he guessed a little. He looked up and saw the treetops in the distance being lowered by the wind, saw the green grass spreading to the horizon, and saw the sunset falling in the horizon...

Wei Yan suddenly remembered that when he left Jingxiang and walked towards the unknown distance on the official road of Nanyang, it seemed that the scenery was like this today.

Yes, the lord is right. The world is so big that it is beyond imagination.

If I hadn't come out, maybe I would have been in Jingxiang all my life?

Maybe.

Stay in a place that you can't get out of in your whole life, marry a woman you don't know whether you like or dislike, and then give birth to some bastards who may like, but more often they are troublesome and pissing themselves off to death...

Then, he continued to be despised by the aristocratic families and scolded him as a lowly mud-legged person.

Wei Yan's eyes gradually became cold.

Gan Feng, who was standing aside, didn't know what he had talked to Yan Rou, suddenly burst into laughter, "Okay, okay! I'll go to your tribe to eat yellow sheep! Roasted yellow sheep!"

"Okay! Enough!" Yan Rou laughed and suddenly sang pastoral songs in Wuhuan's language. Her hoarse voice climbed into the melodious tune and flew towards the cracks towards the clouds.

There, the last golden light that leaked was shining on the wreckage of the charred battlefield outside Fangcheng City.

Wei Yan came to his senses from his reverie, followed Yan Rou's tune, put his fingers on the hilt of the sword, gently tapping the beat.

"Take care of yourself."

After Yan Rou finished singing, she hugged Wei Yan and Gan Feng again, and then took his few remaining tribe members down the ground, got on the horse, waved at Wei Yan and Gan Feng, and urged the horse to move forward.

Behind their saddles were not trophy or gold, but ordinary felt blankets, oil cloth, and some items needed for the journey.

"Remember to send someone to send a message after you have decided on the grassland!" Gan Feng laughed loudly, "And you should raise more yellow sheep you said..."

Yan Rou laughed loudly and waved her hand. The decoration of the wolf teeth on the rhinoceros horn bow on her side was flashing twice under the setting sun.

Wei Yan looked up slightly, and he saw a group of geese flying across the charred and bloody land, flapping their wings in the direction where Yan Rou's team disappeared...

A moment later, Wei Yan said to Gan Feng: "He belongs to the desert grassland..."

『Yes...』 Gan Feng sighed, 『He still has his hometown, the desert, and my hometown...』

Wei Yan stretched out his hand and patted Gan Feng on the shoulder.

The two were silent for a while.

The moment he saw Yan Rou take the people away, Wei Yan felt a little envious.

There are not many people who can pick up or let go.

Especially the latter item.

Wei Yan can't let go now.

"Do you know? Just when I cut off General Cao's head, that guy was still laughing at me..."

Wei Yan said slowly, "I'm a pariah... If it weren't for the chaos today, there wouldn't be a pariah like me who would have made a move forward..."

"Ah?" Gan Feng was stunned for a moment.

Wei Yan turned to look at Gan Feng, "I entered Fangcheng yesterday. Do you know what that old guy said?"

Gan Feng shouted, "There must be nothing good."

『Yes," Wei Yan nodded, 『That old guy said he was the queen of Marquis Jiang... Do you know who Marquis Jiang is?"

Gan Feng shook his head calmly, "I don't know? There are so many monkeys in the big man, who knows which male monkey is?"

Wei Yan laughed, "That's it! But... in such a small town, the old guys who survived Cao Jun's vicious hands relying on us, all had to act like a man... I was thinking...

Wei Yan turned to look at Gan Feng, "I just wanted to pull them off, press them on the mud, and then pee at their faces... Hahahaha!"

"How is it? Do you do it or not?" Wei Yan asked Gan Feng.

"What should I do?" Gan Feng glanced at Wei Yan, "Push together?"

『Hahaha…』 Wei Yan smiled and said, 『Yes! That’s right!』

Wei Yan suddenly pulled out the battle knife, raised it in the sky, and then slashed it down, "At that time, I want to ask them something!"

"Is this urine fragrant?" Gan Feng said with a smile.

Wei Yan laughed, shook his head, and then said word by word, "Would you rather have a king, prince, general, and minister?"

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Humans are always the most complex creatures.

Kindness is human, evil is human.

And all these prepositions or adjectives are generated during the interaction with other humans, just like a savage living alone in nature. So whether he is good or bad, loyal or betrayal, what is the difference?

In mid-March, in Heluo District, Luoyang City.

Above Luoyang City, fierce fighting sounded throughout the fields, and the bloody smell filled the air could not even be blown away by the wind. The breath of death was like a ghost, wandering on the waters of the Luo River, and desperate and tragic shouts enveloped the entire battlefield.

With Meng Jin being conquered, Zhu Ling also gained an advantage in the attack of Taigu Pass, and Zhang Liao also launched an attack on Luoyang City.

In any case, Luoyang City is considered a lean camel. The thickness of the rammed earth city wall is several times that of ordinary city walls. There are many corner towers of Wengcheng and short horse-faced walls. If the Yang family had not been able to restore the grand occasion of Luoyang City over the years, the problems Zhang Liao faced would have been more serious and troublesome.

The sky was filled with arrows pouring down with a heart-wrenching roar. More than 2,000 siege soldiers shouted all the way, rushed across the moat and began to destroy some fortifications outside Luoyang City, and at the same time launched an attack on the outer wall of Luoyang City.

War will never be as beautiful as later movies and TV. On the contrary, most wars are not good-looking and ugly.

Even if it is an attack on Luoyang City, it is impossible for tens of thousands of people to siege the city...

Real soldiers have collision volumes, and the stickers in movies and TV dramas are not needed, so you can see densely packed soldiers rushing up in movies and TV, but you can hardly see them in reality.

The military parades in later generations in China were shocking, but they were all high-intensity, and at least one soldier selected from a hundred miles away, they were about the same height as each other, and long-term training also formed a tacit understanding. Otherwise, as long as a person's movements were slightly worse, the bayonet of the person behind might directly pierce the back of the person in front...

On the real battlefield, it is impossible to have such a congestion, and Zhang Liao could not put all the troops at hand into the siege. He was more tentatively pulled, looking for the weak links of Luoyang City, and continuously exerting pressure, increasing the fatigue and fear of the defenders until the time comes.

The Qiang Junhou climbed up the ladder, jumped over the blood-stained wall, and with the protection of the shield, he directly hit him.

The oncoming defender's spear pierced the air, but he couldn't dodge it. He was hit by the shield and turned over and fell down.

The Qiang Army Marquis's sword roared and chopped off. As the blood burst out, the arms of the guards' soldiers suddenly split into two. Before the guards' soldiers could scream, another Qiang soldier who followed the Qiang Army Marquis jumped into the battlement and stabbed the broken armed guards on the ground with a shot.

"Kill!" The Qiang Army Marquis stood on the outer wall of Luoyang City, looked back and shouted wildly, "Kill in!"

The sword waved, bringing out a bunch of warm blood.

The spear roared, creating holes of flesh.

The broken limbs and broken arms were thrown away and fell in an angry roar.

The Qiang Army Marquis and subsequent soldiers tried their best to break out on the narrow city wall to find a foothold.

However, after the Qiang Army Marquis killed the Luoyang city wall, Zhang Liao, who was observing in front of the formation, did not look happy.

The soldiers brought by Jiang Jie from Longyou are indeed good, brave and fierce, but they are just a little less tacit cooperation...

This kind of tacit understanding does not mean that you just rush up and wait for others to cooperate with him, but that you must not only know where you are, but also where your friendly forces are.

We even have to determine where the enemy is...

And it is obvious that these Qiang soldiers are just a little short of this.

"Transfer a team of archers to the left side of the ladder to cover the team of Qiang soldiers to retreat."
To be continued...