At this time, Xian Yufu was not sitting on pins and needles as Governor Feng said, but as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Looking at the Longmen Ferry guard in front of him, whose face was gray and black, and whose armor was burned in several places, he wished he could have penetrated his mother tens of thousands of times.
Seeing the veins popping out in Xian Yufu's hand pressing on the hilt of the sword, the ferry guard cried even louder:
"General, what the general said is true. Those Shu captives can really summon ghost soldiers!"
After saying a few words, he wiped away his tears and even wiped the ashes on his face like a ghost painting.
"That night, the whole camp saw it. If the general doesn't believe it, he can just ask them."
"The general remembers clearly that at the third watch, a huge thunder suddenly sounded in the plains, and the gate of the village was split open."
"The general also specifically asked the soldiers on duty at night. Many people saw it at that time. After the thunder, light splashed everywhere, and then the ghost soldiers seemed to emerge from the ground..."
The ferry guard was talking nonchalantly. Although his face was covered in black and gray, you could still see the fear in his eyes.
If it were normal times, Xian Yufu would have just regarded this person as an excuse to avoid the disadvantages of defending the ferry.
Even if he does not have the right to kill him on the spot, he must be tied up immediately and given fifty military sticks first to calm the morale of the army.
But the weird thing about this thing is that the defeated soldiers who escaped all said the same thing, which made Xian Yufu feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.
Tens of thousands of soldiers were defeated overnight. Not only was the defeat unclear, but they also all said it was a rebellion caused by ghost soldiers.
Some of the soldiers who escaped had even gone crazy, their eyes were dull, and they could only say "the ghost soldiers are coming"...
This belongs to his mother!
Has the world gone crazy?
Looking at the trembling ferry soldiers, Xian Yufu suddenly felt familiar.
He thought of the soldiers who had participated in the Battle of Xiaoguan. Not to mention the soldiers below, even some generals were as afraid of Shu as a tiger.
The shadow in Xian Yufu's heart suddenly became as big as a river.
Could it be that Feng Thief’s subordinates are really that evil?
With a gloomy expression on his face, he waved his hand and asked the sergeant in the tent to take care of the ferry guard.
Regardless of whether the Guan thieves really summoned the ghost soldiers, the most important thing right now is that the Shu thieves have crossed the river.
The terrain in Guanzhong is flat, which is most suitable for cavalry.
This is Wei's advantage.
But since the appearance of the armored ghost knights, this advantage has shifted from the Wei side to the Shu captives.
Ghost Rider?
Xian Yufu felt excited.
First there were ghost cavalry, and now there are ghost soldiers. It’s really not a real ghost and I don’t know, but this Thief Feng is a real ghost!
He took a deep breath, opened the handsome tent, walked out of the tent, and looked across the river.
The river is so wide that even if the sky is clear, you can't see clearly what's on the other side.
But Xian Yufu knew that Feng Thief must be smiling proudly at this moment.
It's just that he is an old man who has personally experienced decades of war, and he quickly stabilized his mind.
"Somebody come!"
"General?"
"Give me the order to dig an additional trench to the east of the camp so that the entire army can strengthen its defenses!"
"promise!"
"Also, Dobu Antlers, resists guns..."
After finishing his instructions, Xian Yufu looked at Dong'an, his eyes gradually became firm, and he murmured:
"If you think that after crossing the river, you can enter and leave the pass at will, then you are thinking too much."
Whether it was Guo Huai on Qiao Mountain in the northwest, or Sima Yi in Xi County to the west, let alone the Luoyang Chinese Army led by Qin Lang at the foot of Long Mountain.
The escape route for everyone in Guanzhong depends on the two passes of Tongguan and Wuguan.
If Xian Yufu leaves without fighting, then the Han army can cut off Tongguan without any effort.
The Shangluo Passage where Wuguan is located is more difficult than the Xiaohan Ancient Road where Tongguan is located.
There are more than 200,000 Wei troops scattered throughout Guanzhong. If the Han army is allowed to intercept Tongguan, it is still unknown how many of the more than 200,000 Wei troops can withdraw from Guanzhong from Wuguan.
Therefore, Xian Yufu could not retreat, and he did not dare to retreat.
Not only cannot Feng thief be allowed to cross the river from Pubanjin, but also the Guan thief coming from the north must be restrained as much as possible so that the Shu captives do not dare to easily advance westward and cut off Guo Huai's retreat at will.
With less than 20,000 people in hand, but facing the notorious Feng and Guan thieves, Xian Yufu couldn't help but sigh:
"Since I can't hold the ferry, I have no choice but to be loyal to the country with my life!"
He knew that he was no match for the two thieves, so he was already determined to die. He could only hope to delay it for one day so that Da Sima could respond as soon as possible.
Governor Feng on the other side was very proud the day before, and claimed that Xian Yufu was on pins and needles, in a dilemma, but he did not expect that the slap in the face would come so quickly.
Xian Yufu not only strengthened the defenses on the river bank, but from the telescope, he could also be seen sending men to the east, seemingly determined to defend to the death.
What he saw in the telescope made Governor Feng's old face suddenly feel a little hot.
Damn it, when General Guan sent the good news, I should have sent someone to reply immediately, asking her to lead the army south immediately and beat you old boy to death!
Governor Feng's teeth itched and he secretly resented it.
"Junhou?"
Liu Hun saw that Feng Junhou's expression was a little unkind and asked cautiously.
Governor Feng snorted, and then sneered "ha" again:
"Xian Yufu still thinks that I will be in a hurry to cross the river? Then let him guard it!"
General Guan has already controlled a ferry, and the initiative is completely on his side. The person who is anxious at this time is definitely not himself, but the other party.
In the Battle of Guanzhong, it seemed that the Liangzhou Army stole the show, but Governor Feng was not dazzled by the victory.
After all, the main force of Wei Guanzhong's army has been confronting Zhuge Lao Yao in Wuzhangyuan.
Sima Yi was held back by the old demon Zhuge and couldn't move, so he could run around so unscrupulously.
As the saying goes, win with righteousness and victory with miraculousness. The Hanzhong army in Wuzhangyuan is righteousness, and you are the miraculous one.
What Feng Jishi has to do now is to create the best conditions for the main battlefield in the periphery, instead of taking over his duties and replacing the main force in the decisive battle.
Making things happen in Hedong can put huge pressure on Luoyang, and this pressure can also be conveyed to Sima Yi.
Governor Feng put down his telescope and turned to look at Liu Hun:
"General Liu, I will give you a task now."
Liu Hun was refreshed:
"Please give me your orders."
"You take the Xiongnu tribesmen and horses and return to Anyi (that is, Hedong County) to find Shi Bao."
Speaking of this, Governor Feng had a gloomy look in his eyes, "In the past few days, Shi Bao should have learned about the situation of the big families in Hedong."
"He must know which wealthy families can win over and which aristocratic families are diehards."
After all, it takes thirty years to the east of Hedong and thirty years to the west of Hexi. Don’t bully young people into poverty.
General Shi has always had a good memory, especially in terms of holding grudges.
Governor Feng narrowed his eyes and said slowly:
"After you join him, if any family is unwilling to cooperate with the Han Dynasty, you will let those farmers and the Xiongnu tribes..."
As he spoke, he raised his hand as a knife and lightly touched it on his neck.
The tone was very light, but the murderous intention was very strong.
Liu Hun's body suddenly trembled.
He was born in Bingzhou, so he naturally knows how many wealthy families there are in Hedong.
It can be said that the top aristocratic families in the world are basically located in the land of Three Rivers.
This touch of the monarch seems easy, but in fact, I don't know how many powerful people have to be wiped out...
Liu Hun swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with some difficulty:
"Junhou, is this okay?"
It wasn't that he was afraid of killing, but that this method of killing would bring too much infamy.
"It doesn't matter that the general is from Hu Yi and doesn't know etiquette, but the prince..."
Governor Feng smiled calmly, turned around and faced the surging river, his voice was soft but firm:
"If a person's body has a carbuncle and a malignant sore, it needs to be squeezed out as soon as possible. If you are afraid of pain and let it swell, then you will have to ruthlessly cut out the flesh with a knife."
"Otherwise, if you continue to delay and miss the opportunity, you will be waiting to die..."
The aristocratic families in Shu are like abscesses squeezed out by the big men.
The Liangzhou wealthy family had a shallow foundation, but later became benign because of the strong men who strengthened their bodies.
The aristocratic family in the Land of Three Rivers is the biggest sore. If they don't take advantage of this good opportunity to cut out the flesh and dig out the carrion, will they let it continue to grow?
As for whether he will be called a butcher...
The position of public opinion is definitely up for grabs anyway.
If you don't occupy it, the enemy will.
At worst, we will have a competition when the time comes to see who is faster at printing books in Nanxiang, or who is faster at copying books from aristocratic families.
Nanxiang made more paper, or aristocratic families made more bamboo slips and wooden slips.
Do people like to listen to Nanxiang storytellers, watch Nanxiang entertainment troupes perform in the countryside, or listen to aristocratic families scolding...
You will know when the time comes to compare.
Who doesn’t know that the Bingzhou Hu people and the landowners from the Wei State have been exploited and bullied by Wei officials and local wealthy families, and they have long harbored resentments?
(Note: In the early Huang Dynasty, the Wei State had already decentralized the power related to farming to the farming community. "Listen to the peasants to manage their livelihoods, and each will work for his subordinates." In fact, this is to legalize the filling of personal pockets)
(This situation greatly facilitates the collusion between Tuntian Hakka officials and local wealthy families to carve up state-owned assets. At the same time, Tuntian Hakka officials are at the mercy of Tuntian Hakka officials, and their burden becomes increasingly heavy.)
Isn't it reasonable for the dissatisfied Hu people and farmers to take advantage of the chaos to rise up and liquidate the wealthy families who had oppressed them in the past?
All of this is actually caused by the insatiable greed of the wealthy family. What does Bingzhou Hu'er and Hedong's farmers have to avenge their past, and what does it have to do with the innocent Feng Junhou?
I didn’t see that Feng Junhou was worrying about crossing the river right now!
How can you care about what happened to the wealthy families in Hedong?
Whoever the knife cuts on will feel the most pain.
What?
Afraid of pain?
Then come and beg me!
The Battle of Guanzhong has almost been concluded.
What happens next, does it matter how many thieves you kill?
It may be important to others, but not to Governor Feng.
Because he was ready to start post-war governance.
Governor Feng looked at the rolling river with deep eyes:
"Don't be afraid of what will happen to the Xiongnu tribe in the future. You know best what my attitude is towards the meritorious tribes."
"To tell you the truth, I have already found a way for the barbarians in Bingzhou. There are a lot of mines in Bingzhou, and I will definitely mine them in the future."
"In the future, the Hu people in Bingzhou, family members of aristocratic families, and prisoners of war will basically go mining."
Governor Feng turned his head again and looked at Liu Hun, "You can be regarded as someone who has followed me since Nanxiang. Naturally, you know that miners are also different."
When Liu Hun heard this, his spirits suddenly lifted.
But I saw him clasping his fists and saying loudly:
"Please rest assured, Lord, I will know how to do it!"
After saying that, he immediately turned around, asked someone to fetch his horse, got on his horse, and galloped towards the Xiongnu tribes like a whirlwind.
Governor Feng nodded with satisfaction.
This little Hun prince became the leader of the Liangzhou Army's elite cavalry because he had real ability and was not a fluke.
Like Zhao Erha, if he is not Mr. Zhao's biological son, if he is not his die-hard younger brother, haha...
Liu Meng saw his brother rushing towards him, his heart tightened, and he quickly went to meet him:
"Brother, do you have any orders from the Lord?"
In the past few days, although there has been no actual crossing of the river, many tribesmen have died in the river after so many attempts.
To say that he didn't feel bad would be a lie.
But it’s all the opposite, so what else can we do?
Besides, the swords of the Han army were much faster than those of the Wei army.
Anyway, killing people is extremely fast.
After Liu Hun turned over and dismounted, he didn't even have time to take a breath and answered directly:
"That's right!"
Liu Meng was startled, then gritted his teeth and said:
"How many people do you plan to ask of us this time?"
Every time they cross the river, they are not asked to go out alone. Liangzhou Yi Congjun will also send out some people.
Therefore, even if many tribesmen drowned in the river, Liu Meng and others had no reason to complain.
After all, the money has been taken, the benefits may have been promised, and if everyone works hard together, turning around will not be a dream.
"all!"
Liu Meng was shocked:
"Huh? This?"
"It's not crossing the river. This time it's a good thing."
Liu Hun didn't know whether he was running in a hurry or was excited, but his face was a little red. He emphasized:
"It's a great thing!"
"A great thing?"
Liu Meng and Liu Bao looked at each other, somewhat confused.
Liu Hun took a breath and then continued:
"The Lord asked us to return to Anyi," he lowered his voice, "to find those wealthy families..."
As he spoke, he imitated Feng Junhou and raised his hand to wipe it on his neck.
When Liu Meng and Liu Bao saw this, they were both shocked:
"Do you really want to do this?"
"Junhou, Junhou cannot be..."
Are you using them as a dirty job?
"Brother, uncle, if this matter is really done, it will be of great benefit to our tribe!"
Liu Hun said excitedly, "Junhou has promised to open a mine in Bingzhou in the future, and then let our people work as miners in the mine."
"miner?"
"Yes, it's the miners!"
Liu Hun nodded fiercely, "There is something to say here."
Is it hard for miners?
Of course it is hard and tiring, but the treatment of the miners at the Xinghanhui Mine is guaranteed.
The mine will help you solve the household registration of your family members, the school registration of your children and grandchildren, food, clothing, housing and transportation, so that you have no worries.
If the Xiongnu tribes can become miners in Bingzhou in the future, it will be equivalent to automatically being included in the Xinghanhui system, and they will still be the ones holding an iron rice bowl.
"Surprisingly, there is such a good thing!"
Liu Meng and Liu Bao's eyes suddenly lit up.
It's just mining, no matter how hard and tiring it is, can it compare to being bullied by a powerful right? Compared to starving to death or freezing to death?
"More than that!" Liu Hun continued, "The most important thing is, brother and uncle, do you know where the prince likes to recruit troops the most?"
"How can we know?"
"It's the miners!" Liu Hun pumped his fist excitedly, "Most of the elites in Liangzhou's army come from the workshops and mines under the name of Xinghanhui. This is the usual practice under the monarch's command."
"Why is this?"
Liu Hun shook his head:
"I don't understand the reason behind this, but as long as we become a miner, the status of our tribe will be really different."
In an era where military merit is most important, what does this mean?
This means that their tribe has become a group valued by the king.
It is completely different from the tribes who do odd jobs in the pastures and do handymen.
As Cheng Junhou said, the miners in the mine are also divided into grades.
Some of the miners were not volunteers, but sinners who were escorted here to atone for their sins.
If that kind of miner fails to atone for his sins and leave the mine within three years, he will basically not live beyond five years.
Therefore, their tribe must not be that kind of miner.
After listening to Liu Hun's explanation of the pros and cons, Liu Meng and Liu Bao swallowed together and breathed a little heavier.
If this is really possible, let alone doing dirty work for the prince, even if they are allowed to die for the prince, that is not non-negotiable!
It doesn't matter whether referral money is paid per person or dividends are distributed based on labor force.
The important thing is that they just want to find a way out for the people below, right?
"When do you plan to take action?"
Liu Meng asked impatiently.
Revenge and gain are both guaranteed, and anyone else would be impatient.
"Now, immediately, immediately!"
"good!"
Tens of thousands of Huns, led by their respective commanders, began to turn around.
In the land of Hedong, a bloody storm is about to begin...
