Chapter 3 Death and Life
So, soon, because of his "invincible bravery" and "illustrious military exploits", General Lu Yong was transferred to Wanquan's right guard in Xuanfu - opposite Yehuling, where Genghis Khan's decisive battle to destroy the gold took place.
It stands to reason that the relationship between the Xuanfu and the Oara tribe opposite them has been generally maintained over the years. Although the imperial court once issued an order to stop mutual trading, that was thirty or forty years ago. In the past ten or twenty years, the horse market has been very lively overtly and covertly. At first, it was a sporadic herdsmen and border people sneaking around, but later it gradually became a large scale. Even the products of the military villages that the military chiefs were supposed to supply the troops were gradually replaced here openly. After getting the leather mules and horses, the civil servants naturally and calmly picked up the wool over and over again...
Lu Yong originally had a battalion of 400 men, but he added another 400 to 500 men and expanded it into two battalions. In theory, the three battalions should have about 1,500 men at least, but in reality he only had 800 or 900 beggars. Of course, this is also a common phenomenon in the Ming Dynasty - some deputy general soldiers are not as many as General Lu!
Soon after all Lu Yong's troops were stationed at Wanquan Youwei, the civil servants seemed to "suddenly remember" that the imperial court had issued an order to close the market. Not only was it implemented vigorously and resolutely, but it was also implemented meticulously: the goods of the border residents were confiscated, and many people were beaten. Whips, and some were even imprisoned. Most of the land brought by military leaders, big and small, were taken back after paying various fines. However, the unprovoked losses also made them feel heartbroken and bleed. The most unjust They were herdsmen who came all the way to drive their cattle, sheep, horses and donkeys in great excitement. They saw nothing but iron pots of salt, food, and livestock. Of course, all their livestock and skins were confiscated. Without exception, they all got slapped in the yamen and received a slap in the face. He was also reprimanded sternly: "The brave and invincible General Lu is in charge of the pass, how dare you to act so wildly? The barbarians in the outside world are so stubborn that they will keep their net open. If you dare to violate the law again, you will be punished without an official!" After being beaten and scolded, the person was released...
Almost everyone understands what is going on, but they are unable to express their pain - the reasons given by the civil servants are high-sounding and upright, so just find a place to cry by yourself! Otherwise... "colluding with the Northerners", "plotting evil", "transporting food to the enemy"... any one of these big labels is a serious crime of genocide. No matter how many heads you have, it won't be enough to chop them off!
Gradually, the loss of personal interests caused the sympathy of the generals for Lu Yong to fade away and be replaced by dissatisfaction. Everyone sometimes discussed privately: Isn't it over if you just endure it for a while? It’s not like you don’t know what kind of world this is! It's all because you insist on being serious, now it's okay, and everyone is in misfortune...
When talking about almost everyone, I am talking about the Ming Dynasty, excluding the Mongolian compatriots of Changzi.
The herdsmen who had lost all their money and were beaten ran to the tribal leader and cried to the tribal leader, holding their bloody buttocks. King Naiqianhan of Wala became a little anxious.
Of course, Naiqian Khan already knew about the dozen or so unlucky guys who stole the chicken and lost eight or nine heads. He also knew how Lu Yong got his "big victory" and even the title of general. However, like other similar incidents that emerged one after another, Dahan didn't take it seriously at all - what worried him was more important things: winter was coming, and experience told him that Changshengtian was still unhappy and could not prevent this year's snow disaster. It will be the most powerful one in ten years! The hay stored by herdsmen will soon be exhausted. When thick ice and snow cover the prairie, large numbers of cattle and sheep will starve to death. We can't just watch the livestock being starved until they are skinny and bones and take advantage of the prairie wolves. We have to rush to the horse market to trade with the Han people in the autumn when they are fat and strong. Iron is not produced on the prairie, so iron has always been the most popular trading item among herdsmen, but the most important thing this year is salt, so be sure to reserve a lot of it! In this way, the herdsmen can kill the excess livestock, pickle them and preserve them, so that the entire tribe can survive the spring famine in the coming year safely.
When he first received the reports from the herdsmen, Naiqianhan didn't pay much attention to them. Maybe it was some new Han official who wanted to show off his power and gain some profits. If he went too far, other officials would stop him - this It’s all common sense and common sense. However, there was an endless stream of herdsmen who came to cry and complain. King Khan found that something was wrong and could not sit still, so he sent envoys to argue with the Han officials.
When the Han officials released the messenger who had his nose cut off, he sent a message: "General Lu, the invincible and invincible general, is in charge of the pass. Soon he will lead tigers and wolves to plow the court and sweep holes..." Naiqianhan became furious. King Khan summoned various tribes, large and small. In front of the leaders, the Khan made an oath to break an arrow and broke three arrows in public. Finally, he said: Lu Yong went too far to bully others. We Mongolians are not easy to bully.
It is impossible for Changzi's sweat to understand that those Han officials really dared to cause such a big disaster by venting their personal anger just to embezzle one or two thousand taels of silver.
When he heard the news that Naiqian Khan's expedition banner had been raised high and that all the grassland tribes had begun to gather, Lu Yong was so frightened that his face turned green - he was just so angry that he couldn't hold back his mouth, made a few complaints, and then borrowed Even if he was given a few brains, he would not have imagined that those civil servants would actually do such a trick to trick him!
In fact, he still thought too simply. Trapping him is just a means, not a purpose - the purpose is to scare the monkeys, take his life, and show other generals: this is the result of disobedience to civil servants!
But at this time, it was too late to say anything: How could he, a beggar soldier with less than a thousand weapons and no full weapons, resist tens of thousands of Beibei soldiers whose eyes were red with anger? The most unethical thing was that when he stationed at Wanquan Youwei, the Xuan Mansion shipped thousands of kilograms of rice, beans, salt and vinegar - so much good food that even a thousand people could not finish it! The grain officer was still the state magistrate, with an upright face: "As local parents, we must not let the warriors who guard the country's borders go hungry! If you need anything else, brothers, just tell me, it will be taken care of by the officials... "Lu Yong felt guilty. He sealed a hundred taels of Lu Yi and two gold hairpins, but they were also rejected with righteous words, which almost moved him to shame... Now he finally understands: It turns out that this batch of supplies is fucking It was actually the supplies and sweet treats prepared by the dog officers for Beilu!
Dead end, no more physiology.
If we didn't have this batch of supplies, we might be able to run to the deep mountains of Yehuling in advance and find a hilltop to hide. Without much money, Beilu would not waste time and energy fighting with a group of stinky beggars and pile up so much property in a big way. How could Beilu turn a blind eye? As long as, and I know it with my toes, I will definitely be robbed - that is the grave crime of aiding the enemy by chopping off my head without discussing it. Even if I burn them all with fire, if Beilu can let him go, can the imperial court let him go?
I can't survive anyhow!
Ask for help.
Lu Yong summoned his thousands of guerrilla commanders together, and everyone understood the seriousness of the situation. They gathered all the silver jewelry and satin on hand (don't ask where the jewelry and satin came from a group of bachelors) and gave it to Deng Changjiang and other confidants. , crossed the Yanghe River to seek help from Wanquan Zuowei, Baoan Youwei and other places.
But it was too late.
Of course, even if he had called for help earlier, it would not have changed Lu Yong's fate - the torrent of fifty or sixty thousand cavalry was definitely not something that a few beggar soldiers at the guard station could stop.
The shouts of death, miserable cries, and clashing of iron blades in Yehuling gradually fell silent, leaving only one place where there was still sound: Thousands of Mongolian warriors surrounded a dozen people. Obviously, they couldn't hold on any longer than they drank. The bowl of milk tea lasted longer.
Mongolians respect heroes.
Naiqian Khan watched from a distance the bloody Lu Sixiang carrying Lu Yong's body and fighting until he lost strength. He was moved and waved his hand, so Lu Sixiang and a dozen survivors around him picked up his own Life.
The battlefield where people screamed and horses neighed completely fell into silence, and Naiqianhan finally understood the truth.
Naiqian Khan gave Lu Yong a rich burial, and did not make things difficult for Lu Sixiang and Lu Sixiang. He did not persuade them to surrender, but just disarmed them and took them with the army, robbed them all the way to Yanqing Mansion, and returned home plundered.
Although the edge was breached, no matter how strong the Mongolian horses were, they could not climb up the high city wall of Xuan Mansion, which was waiting for them. Under the clever writings of the civil servants, the united forces fought bloody battles to kill the enemy, and the enemy was almost impregnable, not to mention that there was enough food for a rainy day. The Holy Emperor's anger at being snatched away by the Mongols was all poured out on Lu Yong, who was "arrogant because of his bravery" and "greedy for merit and provocation" - of course a dead man would not defend himself, but even if he could speak, he could not read Chinese characters. How can a martial artist defend himself against those knowledgeable people?
Because of the heavy gifts, the sympathy of everyone who knew that the rabbit died and the fox was sad, and because he had the reputation of being victorious and daring to fight, Mr. Deng Changjiang Qian was retained by Ma Xing, the deputy general of the Xuanfu.
The Lu Sixiangs followed King Khan to the unfamiliar prairie.
Mongols value heroes. The Khan did not treat them as slaves and distribute them to various families like other captives. Instead, he gave them livestock. Later, after a battle against wolves, they even acquiesced to keeping the weapons temporarily issued to them.
More than a year later, Lu Sixiang and others learned from the border residents that Lu Yong’s home had been confiscated. The Khan thought that this news would put an end to these men’s thoughts about life on the other side of the Great Wall, and was thinking of finding a way for them. Several women settled here from then on, allowing the blood of warriors to be passed down on the prairie. However, they soon discovered that they were wrong again: on a scorching noon, they received reports that their small camp was empty, except for cattle and sheep. No one is watching, and the cries of hunger can be heard far away...
So King Khan took his men and horses to chase him, and finally saw the figure in the distance at sunset.
The Lu Sixiangs knew that they would not be able to outrun these guys who had been riding horses since childhood, so they simply stopped and waited for the Khan's punishment. But they were also wrong: King Khan chased them without the leather straps for binding people or the knife for killing people.
I brought a lot of sour kumiss.
As night fell, a large number of bonfires were lit on the grassland, and rough and heroic songs rang all night long.
In the distance, a stray lone wolf in the prairie seemed to understand the sadness in the song and howled.
The sun that rose the next day seemed to be moved, shining softly and warmly on these men who were once sworn enemies, but now were so drunk that their heads and legs were on their pillows.
