It's already freezing in Liaodong, and all it takes is a heavy snowfall to wrap the northern land in plain clothes.
A merchant army reconnaissance cavalry wearing plain white shirts roared through the cold wind and galloped across the frozen hard grass.
Liaodong, also known by many other names in later generations, is still an undeveloped virgin land. Even Liaodong Bo, who has a fiefdom in Liaodong, mainly focuses on commerce and nomadic life.
It is bitterly cold in northern Xinjiang, and even more bitterly cold in eastern Liaoning.
"Grand Master, the city of Shangliao has not been lost. Look at it from a distance. Uncle Liaodong has been fighting hard for a long time. The city walls are damaged and blood is flowing into the river. If we don't provide support, we may be in danger of death."
Wen Zhong stood in the large tent of the military camp. He had a hundred thousand armored royal troops under his command, as well as 20,000 Xiongnu cavalry from the Mengji Kingdom, 30,000 infantry armor, and 30,000 infantry armor from Tantai Port, a total of 180,000 troops.
"Who is the intruder?"
"The leaders of the Rong tribe are Qishan Rong and Su Shen, and most of their followers are Xiong Rong, Hao Qi and other tribes. From a distance, there are about hundreds of thousands of enemies."
Wen Zhong was very confused. Liaodong Bo was also mainly nomadic. He was supported by Lingzhi, Guzhu, Kazuo and other vassal states under his rule. He himself was originally from the Sushen noble family and had been in the eastern and western Liaoning for several generations. Why would he be taken over by him for no reason? The tribesmen besieged it and blocked it to the point where even a letter asking for help could not be sent out.
If you don't go to Liao City to ask Liao Dongbo about this question, you won't be able to get the answer just by relying on speculation. It's just that these invading enemies can be killed all at once. As the largest ethnic group in Liaodong, Sushen will become an enclave if it becomes unstable.
"This matter is quite strange. Is there anyone willing to go to the enemy's camp and ask why the enemy rebelled and attacked Liao Dongbo?"
All the generals are silent, they are all cowards, and no one is willing to do those pretentious things.
Meng Ji Kingdom's General Zhong Xi slowly walked out of the array, showing an arrogant and confident expression, and said to Master Wen.
"Grand Master, we can talk, but the general believes that we should fight first and then talk, and the fight should be targeted. The Shanrong and the Xiongrong are barbarians, and they should be attacked hard. Su Shen and Hao Qian are different. , they are all the princes and subjects of our Great Shang, and they should not use too much force. Therefore, the final general will boldly ask for orders, intercept Su Shen and Hao Qian's troops with heavy troops, and then send elites to face the main force of the Shanrong and Xiongrong tribes to frighten the others. Only after the enemy forces have joined forces can we sit down and talk calmly."
The generals were silent. After hearing that the Grand Master thought for a moment, he nodded.
"This method is good. Fight first and then talk. It also saves these people from looking down on us. Is there anyone willing to serve as the vanguard of this first line?"
At this time, all the generals in the camp came forward one after another, and the four generals of the Demon Family even waved the magic weapons in their hands and looked like they were doing their part. A group of people made a fuss in the main camp. Wen Zhong was not surprised. This kind of thing happens every time. It happens several times during an expedition, just get used to it.
"Grand Master, how can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer? The last general of Meng Jiguo, and the leader of the Xiongnu army, Chunxiong, has requested to go to war!"
Mo Lishou looked at the tattooed word "slave" on Chunxiong's face, and said with disdain, "A slave can go to the battlefield and be a general. I really don't know what Brother Meng thinks."
Chunxiong wanted to retort, but when he heard Mo Lishou call his master Meng Brother, he suppressed his anger for a moment and stared at Master Wen.
"I can speak the Rong language and understand the Rong tribe. I used to be a Rong tribe, and the current King of Hun Rong is my uncle. Grand Master, let me go. I have been dreaming of this opportunity for revenge for eight years. My subordinates The Xiongnu warriors thirst for blood, victory and honor. If you allow me to fight, Chunxiong will definitely bring you victory."
What kind of look is this, like a hungry wolf wandering alone, with only fighting intent in his eyes, and his whole person is like a sharp carving knife, exuding a fierce murderous aura.
"Are you sure you can win? Stop bragging, Grand Master, let us four brothers go. We can only win in the first game, not lose. Hiring a slave rashly is too risky."
"No, I will definitely win. Chunxiong and the soldiers of the slave army will only pursue victory. If they don't win, they would rather die!! I am willing to put my own head as a guarantee. If I don't win, or the victory is not enough, I will just be decisive. Chunxiong is willing to use my head to guarantee the victory. I apologize to all the generals!"
Looking at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground in front of him with a fanatical expression on his face, everyone felt a little cautious in their hearts. It is not that they have never seen people who have a strong desire to win or lose, but like this slave, he talks about life and death lightly and dares to risk his own life. There are very few people who would use it as a bet to seize a pioneering opportunity.
Sure enough, the soldiers brought out by the lunatic, even if they are slave soldiers and servants, are crazy at heart.
At this time, Zhong Xi held an official letter in his hand and handed it over.
"Grand Master, this is a letter of credence given to you by Jiang Ziya, the Prime Minister of Mengji. Jiang Xiangyan said that the fighting methods of the Huns are the foundation of our lord's innovation. I also ask the Grand Master to give them a chance to test the sword to prove it. Reputation.”
Wen Zhong read Jiang Ziya's credential letter word by word, stroking his beard constantly, and at the same time looking at the sturdy man in the hall. He was obviously of humble status, but he held his head high proudly, for fear that others would not be able to see his face. There is a huge word slave on it.
"I allow you to go to war. As you said, if you lose, I will not take your head. From now on, I will quietly be your slave and stop causing trouble to your master. Are you still willing to go to war?"
"The last general Chunxiong is willing to serve to the death!"
After saying that, the leader of the Huns cast a grateful look at Zhong Xi, and trotted all the way back to his Huns camp with firm eyes.
As soon as he entered the camp gate, 200 army lords and 20 school lieutenants surrounded him eagerly, asking all kinds of questions.
"General Chun, what's going on? Does Grand Master agree? This is our first battle?"
"Speak quickly, General Chun, you are worrying me to death."
Chunxiong looked at these brothers who also put life and death at risk and were eager to prove themselves. His heart was full of pride. He pulled out the sword in his hand and roared impassionedly.
"If there is no day when I become famous, I am willing to bury my bones on the battlefield. Brothers and nobles, the Lord once said, let us become the whip in his hand, invincible wherever the sword points."
"The whole army listens to the order and mounts the horse! Come with me to the battle!!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Wherever the sword points, you are invincible! You will win~"
Thousands of horses galloped out, their hooves stepped on the ground, and the loud rumbling sound pulled the hearts of the entire king's army. Countless people were talking about this ridiculous but bloody slave army.
"Uncle Meng Ji is confused. How can a slave wear such good leather armor and ride such a beautiful horse? You know, we don't even have horses to ride on!"
"Okay, if I give you a horse, can you turn over and hide in the horse's belly like they do, and take off the bow with perfect accuracy?"
"I can't, can they? Do you still think they can really win?"
"Oh, naive, do you know the concept of being happy when you hear a war?"
When Dashang's army was thirty miles away from the Liaodong Rong army, they had already discovered the enemy's situation and were waiting for the action of the King of Shang's army.
Chunxiong's 20,000 cavalry roared and flew straight towards the 50,000-strong army of Shanrong. The Shanrong also mounted their horses one after another and came towards the slave army to kill the general, as if they wanted to compete with this cavalry who also knew how to scream. Compete.
But what they didn't expect was that when the two armies were still a hundred steps away, whistling arrows fell on their heads like rain, and a large number of the mountain soldiers who were caught off guard immediately fell. .
When they opened their bows and prepared arrows to fight back, the 20,000 cavalrymen immediately separated in a herringbone formation and sheared towards the Shanrong along the two wings. The arrows in their hands were like shooting stars chasing death, shooting down one Shanrong warrior after another, always keeping their distance. A distance of a hundred steps.
The mountain soldiers immediately dispersed into two groups and swept towards the two wings, but the Huns did not engage them at all. With their superb equestrian skills, they bent their bows and set arrows to shoot at the crowds behind them again and again.
"Shameless dog thief, which tribe are you knights? Do you have any sense of honor and disgrace? Come and fight with me quickly."
The Xiongnu cavalry did not answer, but silently kept closing their formations, and then separated into several formations, constantly interspersing freely on the battlefield, moving flexibly, and the 50,000 Shanrong cavalry seemed to be standing still. They were running around and spinning around, and even several riders collided with each other and trampled on each other.
Wen Zhong and Wang Shijun, who were watching the battle from a distance, were amazed. This was not a case of retaliation. It was clearly like cavalry fighting infantry, using various formations to cut and play with the enemy who was far superior to themselves. Same with the monkeys fighting shadows.
"General Zhong Xi, what kind of tactic is this?"
Zhong Xi looked at Taishi Wen and the other generals who were showing their nakedness with a smile, and said slowly: "There are no particularly strict tactics. Freedom and flexibility are their core. If I have to name it, the crow scattered star tactic, However, this is not the end. Please stop the enemy’s reinforcements, and leave the matter of encircling the point for reinforcements to the generals.”
The situation on the battlefield changed again. Seeing that the Shanrong troops were in complete chaos and the formation was basically broken, Chun Xiong, who was hiding aside, immediately appeared on the scene with a heavy cavalry of 300 men and horses wrapped in "bronze armor cans", with great momentum. It roared like thunder and dug into the enemy's formation. Three hundred people chased away tens of thousands of cavalry who were panicking and bombing the camp, killing the enemy troops and making them howl and scream.
The rangers running around also took out their spears and rushed in and out of the scattered military formations, piercing the enemy knights.
The familiar Meng's collapse was staged again, and the Shanrong tribe, who had been squeezed out of their living space, was driven to the Xiongrong tribe like unconscious cattle and sheep.
A group of Rong clan members who were as innocent as a piece of paper immediately ran backwards crying, shouting for their fathers and mothers, and then were killed one by one on the spot.
Su Shen, Hao Qian and other troops nearby who wanted to reinforce immediately stayed in the camp like quails and stopped struggling. A letter of surrender was constantly delivered to the Grand Master's main account, for fear of being slow. In one step, he was treated as a bandit army and strangled by the assassins who came and went like wind and invaded like fire.
Mo Lishou looked at his three brothers with a bored look on his face, angrily threw his mace on the ground, and shouted loudly: "It's boring, it's not fun at all. Meng Jiguo has already taken care of it himself, why do you want us to be so angry?" Coming all the way here to drink from the northwest wind? Huh!?"
No one can stand up to Fa Hun's magical rituals and longevity.
The war ended too quickly. In just one wave of offensive, the slave army actually defeated the Shanrong tribe in Liaodong. Although it was not the main force of the Shanrong king's division, it had 50,000 cavalry after all. As a result, this new method of warfare began to be noticed by everyone.
Zhong Xi still had that wise smile on his face, holding the jade cong and golden ax given by Grand Master Wen in his hand, and walked into the camp of Su Shen and other tribes with great pride, talking about righteousness and fighting with the heroes.
After a while, the solemn leader of the clan and the shy Bangbo came to the king's home court alone as if they were asking for forgiveness.
"You warriors from the tribes in Liaodong, why do you want to launch an offensive against your suzerain kingdom of Shangliao?"
Su Le, the leader of Sushen Sect, sighed, lowered his head in shame and said.
"We, the heroes of Liaodong, live in abundance with abundant water and grass, and we use arrows and stones to survive. It is not easy to survive between heaven and earth. Hubo of Liaodong is our sect master. He has forgotten the tradition of Sushen and lives in a high city wall. , This is actually nothing, but he asked us to donate our daughters to him, and expropriated our cattle, sheep and goods. Grand Master of the Great Shang, we have never betrayed the Great Shang, but there is really no way to survive. So we asked for the help of Shan Rong and Xiong Rong, hoping to wake up Huber who lives in the stone house and get back what belongs to us. Please forgive us for our rudeness."
Looking at the tearful tribal chiefs and uncles, Wen Zhong felt irritated. If the Great Witch Sacrifice had not divined the crisis in Liaodong, the Rong tribe had really attacked Shangliao City, and the consequences would have been disastrous. It is hard to say whether because of various guilt and contempt, he simply went south and swept through Dashang and the tribes in northern Xinjiang.
Hearing that the Grand Master immediately sent someone to shout and called Hubo out of the fortified city, as Su Shen said, where is the same heroic figure who chased Guifang and beat Tufang violently?
His body was worn down by the fine clothes and fine food. The Grand Master demoted the Count of Liaodong, who was no longer brave and looked like a fat pig, to a baron in public. As a result, the identity of the new Liaodong speaker became a matter of suspense. .
I saw Zhong Xi coming out of the queue and said softly: "Grand Master, why bother?"
"I have a suggestion. I would like to leave the Huns under my command in Mengji State in Liaodong as supervisors to balance the various tribes in Liaodong and at the same time subdue the Rong tribe for my use. In the future, I will not only protect the peace of Liaodong, but also control the ghosts, earth, and people in the future. When the Quan Rong are using their troops, we, the Meng Ji Kingdom, can also send the Xiong Rong Nu directly from the grassland to assist in the battle."
"From now on, there is no need to worry about the threat posed by the Rong tribe to Northern Xinjiang. I wonder what do you think, Grand Master?"
Wen Zhong remained silent, looking at Chunxiong who was full of expectations, and then at the high-spirited Master Shang Wang, with many thoughts in his mind.
What Zhong Xi said was actually the peace he wanted.
It was only at this moment that Master Wen felt for the first time the power of Meng Ji's country, not only the strength of the military front, but also the pressure of Meng Ji's numerous talents.
Should I agree or refuse? He always had a hunch that if he agreed to this suggestion, given time, perhaps thirty years, a tiger with astonishing strength would be raised in Dashang's northern border, just like the second Zhou Kingdom.
The Grand Master was very hesitant. He trusted Mengchang, but he was not sure whether Mengchang would still want to be a great businessman thirty years later, and whether the Meng family would still want to be a great businessman after passing on the family line for two or three generations.
At this moment, the commander outside the camp sent a message.
"Grand Master, a letter was sent from Chongcheng. Chongying Biao assassinated the eldest son of Zhou State, Boyikao, on the street. Xibohou Jichang has dispatched all the Zhou State troops. Chen Bing is outside Sanshan Pass and wants to launch an offensive in northern Xinjiang. He threatens to attack Chongcheng. I would like to ask why Chonghou wants to go against the grain!"
"call!!"
Wen Zhong rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. At this moment, he seemed to feel that what happened decades later would not be so important. At the current level of fighting fires everywhere, if Meng Jiguo could step forward to integrate Northern Xinjiang, it would not be impossible. ?
"The Huns, the Huns, since they want to be in charge of Liaodong, let's make a clean break with our former Rong identity, and guard Liaodong for Da Shang and Meng Ji. From now on, don't call us Xiongnu, just Xiongnu."
"Chunxiong, you must always remember that you are the slave of my great merchant and the military slave of Meng Ji. Are you willing to accept the name of the Xiongnu?"
Chunxiong suppressed the surprise in his heart and immediately responded loudly: "Chunxiong, remember, from now on we will be the Huns, and we dare to take the whip in Uncle Meng Ji's hands!"
Hehe, this line has been buried for a long time. Please praise me. Is it cleverly combined with the situation in Northern Xinjiang and Western Zhou Dynasty? Is the transformation reasonable and well-founded?
(End of chapter)
