The western border of Liangzhou, after passing Yumen Pass, is the direction leading to the countries in the Western Regions. There was occasional trade, but with the decline of the Ji Dynasty's national power, it had been more than a hundred years since there were no envoys from the Western Regions to pay their respects. The previous Protectorate's Palace and the opening of more than ten trade and mutual markets also fell into disuse.
Without the intrusion, the Qiang people who thrived in the Yumenguan area were like thorn grass growing wildly, occupying more fertile oasis land. In the past twenty or thirty years, each small Qiang tribe quickly became a large tribe.
A far-sighted man from Liangzhou once went to the court to admonish the Qiang people, saying that "the Qiang people are probably more troubled than the Beidi people." However, the court was fine. Only Dong Teng, the former king of Liangzhou, divided his troops to garrison the border to resist the Qiang people. Enter the customs.
When it was Dong Wen's turn to become the king of Liangzhou, the policy of resisting enemies had already been changed.
"Borrowing Qiang soldiers to defeat Shu" was one of the established strategies of Dong Wen and Sima Xiu.
"In the past, our great ancestors dared to borrow barbarian soldiers. If my lord wants to achieve great things, he can use his help."
Dong Wen smiled and agreed.
A few days later, a group of 30,000 Qiang soldiers, riding horses and wielding scimitars, roared into Yumen Pass.
"The great prosperity of Liangzhou should sweep the world with the ambition of the wind and cloud. I, King Dong Wen of Liang, am willing to lead a vast army, live and die with you, and create a peaceful and prosperous era where all races are harmonious!"
Standing on the top of the city, Dong Wen was full of energy, then raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Shuzhou.
"The next target of our Liangzhou army is Shuzhou in the south!"
"The whole world is rebelling, and I, the people of Liang, will have an emperor!"
Just wait for Dong Wen to finish.
Under the city gate, countless Liangzhou Qingqi, spear shields, and the roaring Xiqiang people were all waving their weapons and roaring loudly.
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The news of Liang people's military convicts spread to every corner of Shuzhou.
Most of them were ordinary people, either on foot or in oxcarts, who brought a small amount of food and volunteered to join the army as civilian husbands.
One by one, the soldiers were holding halberds and armor in front of Chengdu City, ready to go.
Li Dawan was crying and wanted to help Xu Mu tie the robe and armor, probably because he was not familiar with it. In the end, Jiang Caiwei, who was still pregnant, tied it on thread by thread with red eyes.
"Don't cry, I'll be back soon." Under the sunshine, Xu Mu smiled.
"You also know that I often have to work hard. This is how the world is. When I was a boss, rich people and dog officials bullied me. Now that I have become the King of Shu, powerful people still bully me."
"But they all lost. Step by step, I got to where I am today."
"I, Xu Mu, am the spear in troubled times. Wherever my spear goes, I dare to kill a bloody path."
Turning around, Xu Mu's face was solemn.
Behind him, Li Dawan's cry and Jiang Caiwei's sobs started to sound.
"Generals——" Xu Mu walked out of the palace and roared coldly.
"Lord, I'm waiting here!"
Suddenly, Si Hu Gong Gou, Yu Wenchai Zong, Han Jiu and many other generals, as well as Jia Zhou and Dongfang Jing, all appeared around Xu Mu.
"Chai Zong, please don't go with me on this trip. You should stay in Nanlin County. If the tiger barbarians dare to take advantage of the chaos, they will lead ten thousand people and the frontier troops who opened up wasteland to guard the pass."
Chai Zong nodded, probably already knowing the result, and quickly turned around and left.
"Yu Wen, you lead ten thousand people and rush to Yuguan with Dongfang military advisors. I estimate that the Liang people will build a fortress outside Yuguan in an attempt to block the way out of Yuguan. You have full command. If something goes wrong, they will Return to Yuguan."
Yu Wengang is about to take the order——
Unexpectedly, Dongfang Jing, who was sitting on the wooden wheel, suddenly spoke.
"Lord, can you change the general?"
This sentence, not only Xu Mu, but also Yu Wen and many other generals, were a little stunned.
In the entire fourteen counties of Shuzhou, Yu Wen was the most stable chief general. It was precisely because he was worried about the direction of Yuguan that Xu Mu sent Yu Wen there.
Jia Zhou, who was next to him, showed no unusual expression, with a slight smile on his face.
"Little military advisor, do you dislike me for being too old?" Yu Wen was speechless.
"General Yu, my lord, that's not the case." Dongfang Jing exhaled, "Not only General Yu, but also generals like Chai Zong and Fan Lu will have detailed information in Liangzhou's report. When Sima Xiu fights, I always like to know myself and my enemy.”
Dongfang Jing paused, raised his hand, and bowed to Yu Wen.
"But an unknown person like me should not be looked upon by the Liang people. If an unknown person like me leads the army, I will definitely be ridiculed by the Liang people. There are no military advisors in Shuzhou, and a lame man can be in charge."
"Liang Ren is carrying the power of great victory. If he does this, I'm afraid he will be even more despised."
"I respect Dongfang and would like to issue a military order!"
Listening, Xu Mu roughly understood what Dongfang Jing meant. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Lu Boyan cooperated with Bai Yi to cross the river. As an unknown scholar, he made the opponent's troops proud and unexpectedly attacked Jingzhou and won a great victory.
"I agree." Xu Mu said in a solemn voice, "But I don't know which general Bo Lie wants to lead."
"General Han."
Han Jiu, who was at the end, was startled when he heard Dongfang Jing's words. He doesn't know much about the art of war and strategy. Although he is learning it, his level is still not very good.
Most of the time, he is more like a city guard captain...
At this thought, Han Jiugang was about to refuse.
Unexpectedly, Dongfang Jing had already spoken again, "General Han Jiu, like me, is an unknown person in Shuzhou. In this way, let two unknown people do the work for the Lord!"
Han Jiu felt his chest was burning. He couldn't help it and spoke hurriedly.
"My lord, I, Old Han, have also issued a military order to go to war with the young military advisor!"
"agree."
Xu Mu took a few steps forward and straightened Dongfang Jing's robe. In the end, after hesitating for a moment, he took another scarf from the side and carefully wrapped it around Dongfang Jing's head.
"The spring rain is still cold, I'm afraid Bo Lie will catch a cold."
There was no feather fan, so I had to take a folding fan and put it in Dongfang Jing's hand.
"Lun scarf and fan... Dongfang would like to thank my lord for his kindness."
"I'll leave three thousand crossbow battalions for you. Bolie, please be extremely careful." Xu Mu raised his hand. After Xu Mu, many generals also raised their hands.
"Little strategist, General Han, be extremely careful!"
"Thanks to the kindness of my lord and everyone, Dongfang Jing will definitely achieve great success and dedicate it to you all!" Sitting on the wooden wheel cart, Dongfang Jing raised his hands in applause and made a sound.
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Time is running out.
Without too much delay, Xu Mu prepared to rush to Bailu County outside the state with the remaining generals, Jia Zhou, and nearly 20,000 troops behind him.
The peasants pushing the grain and baggage also began to move in the light rain, shouting chants.
Along the way, there were many military families and civilians passing by, following each other to see each other off.
Someone sang Shu Ci.
"May you travel south to Sichuan."
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"It's as tall as a mountain and like my son."
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"We Shu people all have heroic ambitions, why don't we dare to defend our country!" Xu Mu raised his sword and shouted angrily.
The soldiers who followed raised their arms and shouted loudly. Sitting in the carriage, Jia Zhou also had glaring eyes.
In the spring rain, people as far as the eye could see kneeled down and held hands.
"My king, triumphant!"
