A bright moon hung high in the sky.
Under the moonlit night, a huge bonfire dinner was being held in a huge barbarian camp. Lambs were put on the grill one after another, and the exquisite gold and silver wine vessels were filled with fine wine. A series of beauties surrounded them. Have a bonfire and dance.
The leaders of many tribes sat down in order according to the size of the tribe and the number of people. Drinking wine, eating meat, stroking their beards stained with oil and wine, the leaders enjoyed themselves... ...
Not only the chiefs, but also the most ordinary herdsmen were given a piece of oily mutton and a pot of turbid wine. After expressing their sincere gratitude, the herdsmen accepted the gift from King Zuoxian.
Then he took the rare mutton and wine back to his tent, and he wanted to share this delicious food with his family.
Not only because of the rareness of wine and meat, but also because he knew that after being given this food and wine, he might never know when he would be able to reunite with his family again, or even this separation would be forever.
If a war was not imminent, the superior adults would not give wine and meat to herdsmen like cattle and sheep. They would even feed the remaining wine and meat to their own hounds and vultures, and would not give it to low-level herdsmen.
The only possibility is that when the battle is about to begin and the leaders need low-level herdsmen like them to work for them, they will be treated like this.
Of course, it's just a mere meal.
It can be said that those high-ranking leaders bought the lives of countless herdsmen with the leftovers from their own meals and gatherings.
Sometimes, human life really has a price, and even in many of the darkest moments, human life is not valuable at all.
Just like in today's grasslands, the price of the lowest herdsmen is nothing more than a simple meal of wine and meat.
Some people were overjoyed and accepted it, some people's legs were a little weak, and a few people frowned, but no matter what, whether you are happy or not, you have to accept this meal of wine and meat!
Whether it's for yourself or your family, you have to fight on this damn battlefield.
It's like a storm sweeping over you. You don't care whether it's a grass or a person standing in front of him. You can't escape at all. The only thing you can do is to pray that you will be involved. , so that you can suffer less harm. What does destroying you have to do with you? !
Living is already the whole meaning of their lives.
Of course, if the herdsmen can live up to their expectations and have better luck, the leaders will not mind giving out more food and wine, and may even accept them as dogs and serve as another bodyguard to deliver food and wine to the herdsmen.
But this may be all that an ordinary low-level herdsman can do by spending all his energy, luck and even dignity.
This is a damn time when you want to be a slave but you can’t have it!
It's a pity that there is no one named Lu Xun in the grassland, so Mr. De and Mr. Sai cannot be invited. Under all kinds of worries, no one can get out of this boundless grassland.
On the grassland under the moonlight, King Zuo Xian's camp was like a deep eye socket, expanding toward the grassland in circles.
In the center of the camp, the bonfire illuminated the tent like daylight, and it was very lively with singing and dancing.
But after crossing this huge circle, it seemed that the world suddenly changed, and silence was his only adjective. Moreover, the further you go to the periphery, the darker and quieter it becomes.
By the time we reached the edge of the camp, it was already almost deathly silent. A few scattered tents, accompanied by the bleating sounds of the sheep pens, were all life.
As quiet as the edge of the Hu people's camp is the boundless grassland.
But on the grassland only a few miles away, in the almost complete darkness and silence, there was a faint sound of snoring slowly blowing through the grassland.
That was Zhao Jun who had been fighting continuously for three days and two nights.
In the three-day battle, it should be said that Zhao Jun had successfully achieved the set goal before the war. More than a dozen tribes, large and small, were cleared by Zhao Jun along the way.
Not even a trace of news was leaked. I have to say that this is simply a military miracle.
Behind this miracle, there was naturally a lot of accidental luck, not to mention the dedicated fighting effort of 30,000 Zhao troops. Although these three days were almost all encirclement and annihilation battles with more people fighting less, which was not too strenuous, they could not withstand Zhao Kuo's order: after the battle, they had to continue on their way without stopping, and after they had finished their way, they continued to fight!
Even those who were as strong as the elite Zhao State border troops were obviously exhausted by the three days of high-intensity fighting.
Of course, everything was within Zhao Kuo's expectation. One night was enough for the army to recover to at least 80% of its combat strength, and this 80% of its combat strength was enough to destroy the last fortress on the middle road of the Hu people - more than 20,000 people led by King Zuo Xian.
Just in case, the three hundred heavy cavalry and one thousand fine cavalry who had been moving slowly behind were mobilized by Zhao Kuo, who had not participated in the battle.
Raise an army for a thousand days, use it for a while.
In the past few days of fighting, Zhao Kuo suppressed them and refused to let them participate, just for today.
These more than a thousand elites not only have to be responsible for tonight's vigil, but also have to act as a spearhead and break up the stronghold in the upcoming raid. The task is arduous.
But there was no way. Facing the Hu army that was twice as powerful as his own, Zhao Kuo was already struggling to survive. With the rings placed around his neck by the Yan army and his own king, Zhao Kuo had to use all the weapons on hand. All the troops were used to the extreme.
Everyone, including myself, must fight! Fight with your life!
Even for the three hundred heavy cavalry that Zhao Kuo had always cherished, Zhao Kuo didn't look the least bit distressed and was still ready to go into battle.
Listening to the snoring one after another around him, Zhao Kuo's eyelids were constantly fighting. In fact, among the three armies, he was the most tired. Although Li Mu and others helped with the arrangements along the way, the one whom all the armies trusted the most was also It was still Zhao Kuo's order.
It can be said that Zhao Kuo really didn't sleep for three days and three nights.
Even though everything is ready now and all he needs is the east wind, Zhao Kuo still can't stop. Without him, in Zhao Kuo's mind, the next battle had actually begun.
In fact, this battle against the Hu people is just a prelude. The future battle against the Yan army will be a real tough battle. There are too many situations waiting for you to verify, and too many things waiting for you to arrange.
However, Zhao Kuo also knew in his heart: the rice must be eaten one bite at a time.
Momo sighed in his heart, and Zhao Kuo sighed: Why is it so difficult to accomplish something? Even in this distant ancient times, there are still various constraints...
"General, please rest for a while. I will be on duty in the second half of the night." A small head appeared in front of Zhao Kuo.
The person who came was someone other than Li Mu.
Zhao Kuo smiled slightly, and then looked at Li Mu with satisfaction, not because of Li Mu's initiative, but because of Li Mu's performance in the past few days.
It can be said that Li Mu used his excellent command to completely conquer the vast majority of the Zhao army officers and soldiers, including General Zhou Qi, and he actually shared a lot of work for Zhao Kuo.
Just like now.
However, Zhao Kuo did not accept Li Mu's kindness, and said slowly with a distant head: "Get some rest quickly, sooner or later this burden will be placed on your shoulders, but not now."
"General, but you have already..." Li Mu wanted to say more, but was stopped by Zhao Kuo.
Li Mu really felt sorry for Zhao Kuo. He and Zhou Qi still took turns to command. After the first two rounds of battles, the army also had its own strategy of taking turns. Only the general Zhao Kuo was watching almost from beginning to end. , although he has never fought in battle, he is the most tired among the 30,000 troops.
After three days without sleep and my head still working hard, even an iron man should reach his limit!
What's more, according to General Zhou Qi, the general has not recovered from his injuries since he returned from joining the party. Li Mu was really worried. Although the Hu people were defeated and Daijun was saved, the general fell.
Zhao Kuo then waved his hand and said calmly: "I am hurt in my heart and cannot carry out more attacks. It is best to keep vigil. In the battle at dawn, you still need to fight, so there is no need to say more, let's go and rest."
"Yes!" When Li Mu heard this, he naturally knew that the general's words were a military order. Although his heart was as sharp as a knife, he could only retreat with his fists clasped.
The reason why Zhao Kuo acted like this was of course not because he didn't trust Li Mu, nor was he trying to show off his talent. To put it bluntly, Zhao Kuo was doing it for Li Mu, Zhou Qi, the 30,000 Zhao troops, and all the Zhao people.
Imagine that when Zhao Kuo finally managed to eliminate the main force of the Hu people in the middle and east with great effort, and was about to implement further plans, King Zhao's royal order suddenly arrived. What kind of discussion would there be in the army?
If at this time, Zhao Kuo was overworked again and accidentally fell off his horse, what kind of discussion would the world have?
If he wants to conquer the world, just relying on a "general", no matter how high Zhao Kuo's prestige in the army is, is not enough. Zhao Kuo must learn from Wang Mang, at least Wang Mang before usurping the throne - for himself in Zhao Kuo Establish an unbreakable image in the hearts of the people of the country and the world.
It should be an image of a victim who is scarred but has never changed his original intention; an image of someone who cares about the country and the people, "Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say what I want." The image of a saint who is worried when he is worried, and is happy when the world is happy."
That’s right, you deserve the advanced version of the Bitter Meat Scheme.
It is said that people without long-term worries must have immediate worries. Obviously, Zhao Kuo is not that kind of person.
After sending Li Mu away, Zhao Kuo immediately started his final patrol with his sword in hand.
The moon was setting in the west, and the wind was blowing fiercely, bringing with it the faint sound of singing and dancing in the distance, as well as the hazy aroma of roasted mutton.
The iron armor is cold, the sword is in the sheath, the long sword is sharp, and the red tassel is floating, piercing the constraints of time and space, sending waves of threats towards the devil-like camp. Unfortunately, the lively and lively camp is still full of music and dancing, where can it be? The cold hum of weapons can be heard.
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