"W-what did you say? One thousand versus twenty thousand?"
Chao Cuo felt that his tooth hurt even more. What the hell was going on?
Are everyone in this country crazy? Why do they all look like they've been injected with chicken blood?
Can 1,500 people defeat 20,000 Xiongnu?
He once doubted whether he heard it wrong, but looking at Tian Chong's sworn look, it didn't seem like he was lying...
"My lord, are you sure you are right?"
Chao Cuo couldn't bear it anymore. This record was really unbelievable to him.
"He should also have seen that our king is recruiting civilians. If you don't believe it, you can go with the civilians' team. The performance of Modao Army cannot be ignored, and the defenders on the Great Wall can testify!"
Chao Cuo never expected that Tian Chong would suddenly become excited.
"Mr. Tian, I didn't mean that. It's just that this record is really..."
Chao Cuo didn't know how to explain it. Why did this happen?
"My lord, there is no need to explain. Once you arrive at the front line, you will naturally understand that this is also the duty assigned to you by the imperial court. I still have official duties to attend to, and someone will come to escort my lord later!"
After Tian Chong said that, he turned around and walked away from Chao Cuo. This was really embarrassing now.
Originally, his relationship with Dai Guojun and his ministers was not an ordinary intimacy, but he never expected that such a trivial matter would make Tian Chong so excited.
However, this can also reflect the situation at that time from one aspect. It seems that Tian Chong does not value Mo Daojun in general.
Now that things have reached this point, no matter how embarrassed he is, he still has to do what needs to be done.
What he didn't expect was that the person accompanying him to the battlefield was actually Long Xiao. Because of the extra civilians, the team's speed suddenly slowed down.
By the time the mighty team arrived at the Great Wall, it was already the evening of the second or third day. From a distance, many people could be seen repairing the wall.
This section of the Great Wall has been severely damaged. If we don't rush to repair it now, it won't be repaired when it gets cold.
Standing in front of the majestic Great Wall, looking at the traces of fire, Chao Cuo's body trembled slightly.
Although a long time has passed, the tragedy of that time can still be seen on the battlefield. The city walls made of rammed earth are full of traces left by arrows.
Chao Cuo did not show off his airs as an imperial envoy, but quietly put on a pot of old wine, changed his clothes and went directly to the city wall.
It didn't take long for him to get involved with the defenders on the Great Wall.
"Brother, it seems you are from Chang'an, right?"
When the pot of old wine was almost finished, an old soldier on the top of the city smiled and said to Chao Cuo.
"My brother has great eyesight, but how do you know I'm from Chang'an? My accent doesn't sound like a Chang'an person?"
"When I was young, I went to Chang'an with my father. At that time, my family was well off. I often drank this Yuhuchun. But on the way back, I encountered the Huns. The whole family died, and I was the only one left. The property was also robbed by the Huns, leaving only a few dozen acres of thin farmland. However, in a disaster year, there was no harvest, and everything that could be sold was sold, and all the good family property was lost..."
There was a bit of desolation in the old pawn's voice, which made Chao Cuo a little confused about what to say.
"Brother, I know that you people from Chang'an must want to ask about Mo Daojun that day. No need to ask, it's all true. Have you seen this gap? Three big gaps, each gap costs five Hundreds of people, dressed in iron armor and holding Mo swords. The Huns attacked for a full hour, but they could not move forward. Those damn Huns tied grease to their soldiers, and the fire was raging! That's it, those Mo swordsmen The sword army did not take a step back and persisted for two hours. They were not killed. Those who died were all burned alive. I, Old Feng, have never obeyed anyone in my life, just them. Man, I’m convinced!”
The old pawn was obviously drunk and his tongue was a bit big, but his thumb was standing straight up.
Chao Cuo suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a loss-making business, and this was not an ordinary loss-making business...
He actually gave up such a powerful general to Liu Deng like this. I really don't know how His Highness the Crown Prince will regret it when he finds out.
Even Fan Kuai, who served under Emperor Gaozu, was probably like this...
"Have you seen the land below? Dig down three feet and it's still red. It's all stained red by the blood of the Huns. Look at the vultures outside. That place is full of corpses of the Huns! Your Majesty said, we There is no burial place for the Huns in the land of the Han Dynasty!"
The old pawn laughed loudly as he spoke, humming Qin opera with a slightly hoarse voice. His tongue was a little too big and his tone was a little out of shape. Even Chao Cuo couldn't hear clearly what he was singing.
It was just the ridiculous voice that made Chao Cuo's nose feel a little sore. Was he really wrong?
Fifteen hundred warriors used their flesh and blood to hold off 20,000 Huns. What right did such a loyal and brave man have to doubt their victory?
On the top of Chao Cuo's independent city, the autumn wind was blowing. Looking at the burned-black city wall, Chao Cuo couldn't help but be fascinated for a moment. How brave Guan Fu was in the battle that day...
Night falls slowly, and the beacon fire on the beacon tower is still burning. This is the rule of the Han Dynasty. If a strong enemy does not retreat, the beacon fire will not stop.
Not only here, these beacon towers will go all the way to Chang'an. The veterans on the Great Wall have long been accustomed to the current life. The Huns come every year, but they will not stay here. These veterans are also responsible for the An early warning function.
Unless it is an important pass, the defenders on the Great Wall are almost useless. The meaning of their existence is just to ignite the beacon...
As night fell slowly, Chao Cuo sighed and returned to the military camp again. They would rush to Gushan early tomorrow morning. There were constant convoys carrying the charred corpses outside the Great Wall, as if they were throwing away garbage. Usually those corpses are thrown out and then turned around.
Everyone was smiling happily and kept saying hello to the civilian husbands in the civilian camp.
Chao Cuo suddenly felt that he was wrong, and he was really wrong, but he was also very lucky. Although he could not witness the beginning and end of this war with his own eyes, being able to visit the battlefield in person made him want to write straightly. Impulsive...
The soldiers of the country should be treated with the courtesy of the soldiers of the country. At the very least, those heroes who died in battle should get the honor they deserve!
After returning to his camp, Chao Cuo ignored the food sent by the soldiers and spread out a piece of cut silk. After thinking for a while, he began to write quickly...
