Cao Qilai's neck became stiff with excitement, and his face began to turn red and congested.
Ma Laoer, who also wanted Han You to die, looked extremely confused. He didn't think Han You was a fool, and even if he wanted to die, there was no way.
I don’t know what this play is about, and I don’t know what it’s called.
But the man in the roll call was shouting about the red-robed general's defeat in the border city, and the blood-stained yellow sand on a desolate night.
The emperor Zhou Ke served in the army in many places, including garrison camp, Zhechong Mansion, military garrison, and even the Donghai Marine Division for two and a half years. It can be said that he repeatedly made military exploits and rarely suffered defeat.
Rarely, does not mean that there is no such thing, Zhou Ke was also defeated back then, and was defeated in the Huangsha border city.
Everyone knows that when Zhou Ke was in the army, he was always falsely claimed for his merits, and his promotion was slow, reaching the highest level of the first battalion commander, Gongmaying.
When he served as the commander of the Gongma Camp in the border town, it was also Boss Zhou's only defeat. No, it should be said that he fled in defeat and fled in defeat.
That year, Zhou Ke went out to fight three times. Each time, he took the lead and charged into the battle. After the battle, his armor was stained with blood, and his cloak was dyed dark red with blood. From then on, he gained the reputation of a red-robed general.
When he came out to fight for the third time, the red-robed general collapsed. It can be said that this defeat was one of Zhou Ke's many stains.
Like other stains, such as poor quality, bad temper, sexual criticism, contradicting superior officials, assassinating the prime minister and even the former emperor, etc., they are nothing, but this defeat alone is the stain among stains.
First of all, Zhou Ke was a general at that time.
The previous dynasties and the current dynasty were extremely harsh on the generals who led the troops in battle, especially the scholars and civil servants. No matter how many times you won, if you lost once, you would be scolded for the rest of your life.
Just like Liu Xiang, the Asian flying star of later generations, people will not remember that he won 54 gold medals, nor will they remember that he has held the world record for 13 years, nor will they remember how many honors he has won for his country. They will only remember He retired twice, whether it was due to injury or whatever, just remember he retired.
Everyone wants you to win, requires you to win, and you must win. If you don't win, then we are sorry and we will spray you, scold you, and spit on you!
The same is true for generals. No matter how many battles they win, once they lose once, it will be dereliction of duty, a failure, and a shame.
Secondly, Zhou Ke was defeated in that time. The entire Gongma Battalion of 7,000 men was not alive. The previous dynasty had a large-scale battle. This had never happened before. A battalion of soldiers and horses was almost wiped out.
The red-robed general defeated the border city, and the blood-stained yellow sand was desolate night. It was Zhou Ke who was talking about that defeat.
Move the battle that the emperor is ashamed of to the stage, and show it to the emperor and the officials.
This is no longer a slap in the face, but a show of respect on Boss Zhou’s head while singing I’m beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. It’s no different from disco dancing in a minefield, even if the emperor directly ordered the guards to chop Han You on the spot. , no one will raise any objection.
Han You was so courageous that Boss Zhou did not order him to be minced into pieces.
It is not accurate to say that he is courageous. It should be said that he understands Boss Zhou and knows that Boss Zhou also understands him.
With the thunderous sound of drums, the emperor and his ministers withdrew their eyes from Han You and looked at the "stage".
At some point, six large cowhide drums were placed in all directions. The drums were beating loudly, followed by the sound of horns.
Those who beat the drums and blew the trumpets were all naked from the waist up. The drums became more and more violent, and then suddenly stopped after a long time.
The voice of the man who narrated the "roll call" was hoarse and low, and every word was clearly transmitted to the ears of the emperor and his ministers.
"In autumn, the fourth year of Shengjing, Zhou Ke, the leader of the Gongma camp, led..."
"Be bold!"
Cao Qilai shouted: "How dare you shout to heaven..."
"Shut up!"
The emperor roared angrily, and Cao Qilai shuddered and sat back.
"In the autumn of the fourth year of the Great Scene, Zhou Ke, the leader of the Gongma Camp, led 7,000 elite cavalrymen to rush to the aid of the Xiaoqi Camp. The yellow sand was long and boundless. Looking from a distance, the winding sand mountains were like the waves of the Yellow Sea, rolling up thousands of snow waves and ravines. Hey, I don’t know how many loyal bones are buried.”
Boss Zhou's expression was shocked, and with that high-pitched voice, he seemed to have returned to the border town back then.
The sound of war horses neighing came from the audience, and exactly forty cavalrymen slowly entered the stage.
"Continuous, golden, scorching sun, gravel, and hot. Looking up, the yellow sand trampled by horse hooves is vast and endless."
"The sun rises, the moon sets, the moon sets, the sun rises, the Gongma camp does not rest day and night, galloping for three days and four nights, encounter, ambush!"
The word "volt" fell, and the sound of killing came from a distance.
More than a hundred riders suddenly rushed out from the south, all wearing animal skins and wielding wooden machetes. Each one held a thick wooden stick and was shot into the air by a short bow. More than ten of the riders pretending to be the bow and horse camp fell down.
The shouts of killing were heard endlessly, and the warriors and horses stood up. The old soldiers with their armor removed seemed to have returned to the battlefield, their eyes were about to burst, and their long swords were raised high and they rushed left and right.
The monarchs and ministers even subconsciously slowed down their breathing. Really, the performance was so real. It was more than a hundred times better than the hastily performed dramas performed by more than ten people before.
There were more than a hundred people, more than a hundred war horses, and smoke and dust billowing. Boss Zhou couldn't help but stand up and look intently.
The smoke and dust finally dissipated, and out of the original forty cavalry, there were only more than twenty people left. More than a dozen ownerless horses scattered in all directions, leaving only fifteen "corpses" lying on the ground.
Looking at the people who "ambushed" them, they scattered like birds and beasts, leaving more than thirty "corpses" behind.
"In this battle, 716 people from the Gongma camp were injured and 1,467 people were killed. They have been galloping on the battlefield for thirty years and spanned eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers. It is hard to leave behind the flesh and blood ties between the three armies. Only the great righteousness is left in the sky. If it weren't for The gallbladder and the liver show the sun and the moon, who can clear away the injustice of the hero's soul?"
Boss Zhou suddenly stood up: "Who wrote this poem?"
The narrator cursed in his heart, and every time he was immersed in it, there would be stupid interruptions.
The emperor also blushed and sat down: "Continue."
"Wedding tears to bid farewell to the loyal bones under the yellow sand, the general Zhou Ke led his elite troops to march north into the grassland. At night, the moonlight fell like a clear spring, meeting in the blood."
Looking at the old soldiers who had taken off their armor, they had dismounted and sat in a circle. They were silent, but they could see endless sadness and pain.
Another ambush, another bloody battle, killing the enemy and continuing deep into the grassland.
The drum beat started again, getting more and more intense.
It was obviously a play, obviously it was a performance, but everyone present was immersed in it, as if they were witnessing with their own eyes the tragedy and separation of life and death of the border troops entering the grassland.
Many people didn't know until today that Emperor Zhou Ke actually encountered four ambushes along the way when he rescued the Xiaoqi camp. Even so, he still went deep and searched for traces of the Xiaoqi camp.
The voices next to him were sometimes high-pitched, sometimes deep, sometimes tangled, sometimes choked and speechless.
"The bones of loyal people are buried everywhere in the yellow sand, why should they be wrapped in horse leather..."
"Fighting all the way, General Zhou Ke and his soldiers finally found traces of the Xiaoqi camp..."
"No matter what, no matter what, Chen Liufang, the commander of Xiaoqi Camp, has become the guest of the bandits. The friends in the tent are not fighting in the same room, but have surrendered to the enemy bandits..."
"There is no light in the moonlit night, the yellow sand is stained with blood, and not even one of the ten bow and horse camps remains..."
"The world only knows that the red-robed general was defeated and fled back to the border town, but they don't know why he went deep into the grassland to rescue the Xiaoqi camp. It turned out that the general was the son-in-law of the previous dynasty. If he didn't save him, the red-robed general would not be able to save his men, the border town, or the army. In the name of loyalty and bravery..."
Boss Zhou closed his eyes and held on to the armrest tightly.
Wen Wu looked at Han You with tears in his eyes and gratitude on his face.
The old eunuch straightened his clothes, and without asking the emperor, he straightened his body and saluted Han You.
