From Liu Dan's mouth, I learned that there were 20,000 soldiers and horses stationed in this barbarian military camp. There were three other military camps of this size from east to west. The "barbican city" that Bingfeng pointed to was.
Wengcheng is a small county town on the edge of Daliang after the cession of territory. It was originally occupied by the Hu State. Later, in order to show good relations with Daliang, Hu State took the initiative to return Wengcheng to Daliang. Now that the relationship between the two countries is on the verge of breaking down again, Wengcheng has become Fighting ground.
There are more than 300 Daliang prisoners in this military camp, all of whom are rural soldiers from villages and towns in Wengcheng County.
A month ago, Hu broke the peace and mobilized nearly 60,000 troops to invade Weng County. All ten towns and nine townships in Weng County were captured, leaving only 2,000 Daliang soldiers and more than 3,000 civilians in the county.
Now besieged on three sides by the Hu army, this small county seems to be breakable.
night.
More than three hundred prisoners of war were crowded into a stinky camp with nothing but a bonfire and no equipment to keep out the cold. Everyone could only hug each other to keep warm.
"Hiss... Doctor Liu, please be gentle." Song Che was lying on the only wooden couch in the camp. The whip he had received during the day had left a trace of blood that was red and swollen.
Liu Dan is a military doctor, uh... to be precise, he should be a veterinarian. The Hu people rely on horses to fight wars. The veterinarian has a high status, so he can speak in front of the Hu people officers.
Liu Dan pounded and mixed the herbs he collected from nowhere and applied them to the wound on Song Che's back. He smiled and said, "Young man, you are the one with the fairest skin among our group of prisoners of war." , you, at first glance, you are not from a poor soldier, but from a rich family."
How about not being a soldier? So what if you have a lot of money? Weren't you still taken here as a prisoner?
"By the way, Doctor Liu, how far is this place from Xiliang City?" Song Che finally remembered to ask.
Liu Dan said: "First go to Wengcheng, then pass through Fengming Pass, and finally get to Xiliang City. There is still at least 120 to 30 miles to go."
"How far is it to Fengming Pass?"
"It's about thirty miles past the Wengcheng." Liu Dan bandaged Song Che's wound and then asked, "What, you still want to go back?"
It’s not that we don’t want to go back, everyone here wants to go back. The question is how to go back, or whether we can go back.
Going home was a very important issue. Song Che didn't mention it much so as not to arouse everyone's thoughts. After getting dressed, he asked again: "The Hu people are so blatantly besieging the city. Isn't there any movement on the other side of Daliang?"
Liu Dan looked a little disappointed and shook his head, "Wengcheng is originally a small town outside the pass. The ownership of this land has always been in dispute, and one has to cross the Lianghe River from Fengming Pass to Wengcheng. The first thing the Hu people did after besieging the city was The bridge was blown up, so reinforcements from the rear couldn't get in, and the soldiers and civilians in Wengcheng couldn't get out, alas..."
"Alas..." All the prisoners of war sighed one after another, their eyes dim.
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"
The one who smoked Song Che in the Hundred Days took a Hu ethnic overseer and two soldiers and walked into the camp carrying two barrels of paste made of unknown materials. At first glance, pig food was more appetizing than this.
The prisoners of war, who had been hungry all day, took out their porcelain bowls and rushed forward to receive their meals.
"Wait! Wait! Today, before serving food, I have something important to confirm with you. Now, everyone should line up and stand in line!" the supervisor greeted sternly.
The prisoners of war obeyed and stood still.
The supervisor took out a portrait from his arms, held it high and said, "There was news from Dadu overnight that a wanted criminal named Song Che was to be arrested. He is eight feet tall, twenty-seven or eight years old, and has a handsome face. Just like that. Just like the portrait... To make sure he is not among you, I will compare them one by one tonight, and hold them all high and show their faces!"
Hearing this, Song Che's heart was shocked, and he came after all.
"Hurry up! Next one! Keep your head up!"
As the prisoners of war queued up for meals, the supervisor stood by and compared the portraits carefully.
Song Che hid in the crowd, thinking that he would starve and fish in troubled waters. Unexpectedly, he was just about to leave the team when the supervisor suddenly stopped him: "What are you doing!"
Song Che paused, hesitated for a moment, then turned around with a grin and said, "Master Jun, I'm new here today. I don't have bowls and chopsticks to serve my rice with. I want to borrow a bowl from a fellow villager who has finished eating, and then come back." .”
But the supervisor squinted his eyes and kept looking at Song Che and the portrait, "Come over and let me take a closer look."
Song Che could only bite the bullet and get closer.
The supervisor took the portrait and compared it carefully with Song Che twice. Song Che also saw the portrait clearly. The sword-shaped eyebrows and stars were indeed similar to his own.
"Height eight feet, age twenty-seven or eighty...it matches you very well, and the appearance is also somewhat similar...you are Song Che!" the supervisor made final decision.
"Me? Song Che?" Song Che laughed to cover up his guilty conscience, "Master, have you read it wrong? Although I am eight feet tall, I have just turned twenty this year, and my name is not Song Che, my name is Chen Rencai .”
The supervisor asked suspiciously: "How can a wanted criminal use his real name?"
"But I really am not Song Che. There are many people of this height and age. And the face shape you can see, my facial features are much more handsome than the ones in the portrait. I also have a small beard, but this portrait is a person with no mouth. Mao Xiaobai..."
After Song Che's explanation, the supervisor's impression became shallower, but it still did not dispel his suspicion.
At this time, Liu Dan stepped forward and asked: "Master, I wonder how far away from our military camp is Dadu?"
The supervisor said: "It's about five hundred miles away."
"How many days did the suspect escape?" Liu Dan asked again.
The supervisor thought for a while and then said: "The messenger said that he has been running away for three days."
"Isn't that right! Most of us have come over five hundred miles away, and there is a snow-covered plateau that has sunk three feet into the ground. Not to mention that the wanted criminal only escaped for three days, and he might not be able to reach us even for thirty days!"
Liu Dan pulled Song Che over again and said, "This young man is from Chenjia Village west of Wengcheng. He is still a distant relative of mine. How could he be the Song Che in the portrait?"
After some analysis by Liu Dan, the supervisor finally gave up his suspicion, "You are right. Even if the wanted criminal had wings, he would not be able to reach the front line from Dadu in three days."
Since it was impossible, he didn't bother to compare, put away the portrait and left the prisoner of war camp.
"Huh..." Song Che let out a long sigh of relief. If it weren't for the old doctor's wit, he might have been discovered.
"Doctor Liu generously rescued the siege, and I will never forget it!"
"Hey, you're welcome. It's fate that we all get together here. To deal with these idiots, you have to be flattering and deceitful!"
Although Hu people are easy to deceive, paper can't cover up the fire after all. Song Che has also appeared many times in most of Hu countries. If he meets a familiar face one day, he will definitely be recognized.
The danger of being trapped in the military camp will only increase day by day, and you have to find a chance to escape from here.
