Chapter 95 Garbage Time

Chapter 95 Garbage Time

Chapter 95 Garbage Time
The sky is vast and the wilderness is endless, the wind blows the grass low and cattle and sheep can be seen.

Well, this was Liu Yuan's hallucination. This place was a thatched pavilion near Yecheng, a place for welcoming and seeing off people, not an endless grassland, but he did think a lot, and his thoughts had long returned to the vast sea of ​​grass where he had galloped on horseback in his youth.

There is a harsh north wind.

There are white sheep.

There are galloping horses there.

There is a girl I once loved in my early years...

After decades of separation, your hair has turned white.

Life is unpredictable. My wife has passed away long ago and my children have grown up.

And I have finally and irreversibly entered the twilight years of my life.

"I can't see through it, I can't see through it!" Liu Yuan smiled bitterly.

He didn't understand why at his age he had to go back to the grassland.

When Hu Yanyou first came, he was not very enthusiastic. Later, the crown prince did not let him go and ordered him to continue to participate in the military affairs of the shogunate, so he agreed without any dissatisfaction.

But unexpectedly, within a few months, his ambition gradually grew and eventually became out of control.

Hu Yanyou once said to him, paraphrasing the words of Right Wise King Liu Xuan (Liu Yuan's great-grandfather): "Left Wise King (Liu Yuan) is a man of extraordinary bravery. If Heaven did not wish to raise the Xiongnu, He would not have given birth to him in vain. Now that the Sima clan is killing each other, and the world is in turmoil, it is time to revive Huhanye's legacy!"

These words seemed to strike Liu Yuan's heart, leaving him in a trance for a long time.

These days, whenever Liu Yuan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night, he would carefully chew on this sentence.

Emotionally, he couldn't agree more.

Intellectually, he felt it was pointless.

The Xiongnu had long been in pieces, so how could they revive Huhanye's great cause?

The education he received over the years told him to give up. He was old and had one foot already in the coffin. Why should he continue to cause trouble with those ambitious people?
Do they really obey you from the bottom of their hearts?
You have been away from home for so many years. How many of your relatives and friends in the tribe are still alive?

Those people speak rudely, have no integrity, and have no morals. Are you the same as them?
If you stay with wild animals, you will become cruel, which is not in line with the code of conduct you have followed for most of your life.

Liu Yuan was tormented by the repeated conflicts in his heart.

Until Sima Ying made the decision for him, everything was relieved!
Before leaving, Liu Yuan took a last look at the scenery outside Yecheng.

The fields are wide and the rivers and canals are connected. The millet and sorghum are lush and green, and the flowing waves make a sad sound.

Goodbye, Yecheng.

The former Liu Yuanhai is probably dead forever...

After mounting his horse, he never looked back. Surrounded by guests and servants, he rode westward at full speed and arrived at Zuoguo City in just over ten days.

At the end of September, Right Wise King Liu Xuan and others appointed Liu Yuan as the Great Chanyu.

He then went to Lishi to gather his troops and made it his capital.

Although they had not yet officially established their country, the rise of the Xiongnu power was already unstoppable.

At the beginning, there were so many things to do that Liu Yuan was exhausted. When he had some free time, he wanted to recruit scholars from the Central Plains to help him, but few responded.

Since the scholars were not capable, he thought of recruiting military strategists.

At this moment, a figure appeared before his eyes.

It was a bright and beautiful March, the banks of the Qili River were lush and green, and the water was gurgling. The brave young man rode alone, charged straight into the enemy camp, and captured a master alive and returned.

There are so many talented people in the Central Plains.

The brave young man who took my fine bow, I wonder what he is busy with...

******
Shao Xun was busy arguing with Zhang Fang.

This man-eating devil spent a full half month, trekking over a hundred miles, cutting down trees, and then making siege equipment. By the time he was almost done, it was already late September.

Faced with the narrow and cramped terrain outside Luoyang City, the Western Army was furious.

They tried every possible means, including setting fires and demolishing houses, and finally cleared a space in the north of the city that could barely accommodate 3,000 people.

The siege began, but it was not very smooth.

You gave Mi Huang and Shao Xun half a month, they would not sit there and do nothing.

At least, the morale of the army was roughly stabilized.

Wang Yan used his eloquence to "borrow" 3,000 men from the gentry and merchants. After organizing them into troops, he gave them strict training, and thus Luoyang had an additional mobile force.

This city seems to be becoming more and more impregnable.

"Zhang Fang, the pot is ready, just waiting for you to clean it." Chen Yougen stood on the top of the city wall and shouted loudly.

After he shouted, ten specially selected loud-voiced sergeants repeated it in unison.

The sound spread far away, and the defenders on the city wall burst into laughter.

After hearing this, Xijun looked a little unnatural.

Although they ate human flesh, it did not mean that they believed it was right. After being openly ridiculed by the defenders, they all lost their color and their morale was a little low.

"Shao Xun, why are you hiding in your tortoise shell? You act like a woman, come out and fight me." Zhang Fang's son Zhang Pi rode a majestic warhorse and passed by the battlefield from afar. After Zhang Pi passed by, several of his personal soldiers came forward and took turns to provoke him.

Shao Xun laughed loudly, drew his bow and arrow, and shot down two bandit riders in succession. Zhang Pi was so frightened that he rode away on his horse, and there was cheering from the top of the city.

Inside the Western Army camp, Zhang Fang stood on a high platform and watched from afar.

The siege has begun.

The drummer took off his shirt, went into battle shirtless, and pounded the war drum.

More than 2,000 infantrymen pushed ladders, stepped over the filled trenches, and rushed straight towards the towering Luoyang city walls.

As soon as they approached, arrows rained down from the top of the city.

Some people hid in the belly of the ladder truck.

Some people held up large shields to provide tight protection.

But the arrows were too dense, and people in the charging team kept falling down, and their dying cries were so shocking.

When they got close to the base of the city wall, rocks, boiling water, boiling oil and golden juice fell from the top of the city wall.

No matter how brave you are, no matter how many layers of armor you wear, once you are poured with boiling gold juice, you will roll over and scream in pain.

Being injured like this is no different from death, or even more painful.

Zhang Fang had no expression.

There is no such thing as a war without casualties. His heart had long been hardened, and he would not be moved at all no matter how many people died. What he cared about was whether the siege was effective.

Now it seems that things are not going so smoothly.

"They have reached the top of the city wall." a guard exclaimed.

Zhang Fang perked up and watched attentively.

The first group of people who climbed to the top of the city wall were not many, only about twenty or so.

They are rare warriors in the army, wearing heavy armor, with amazing strength, and are brave and good at fighting. When ordinary people stand in front of them, they dare not even breathe.

"Maybe, they might..." A glimmer of hope ignited in Zhang Fang's heart.

But this hope soon turned into disappointment, because dense crossbow arrows suddenly flew out from the top of the city wall, and the warriors who had just climbed onto the top of the city wall were shot to the ground before they could even stand firmly.

There were cries and shouts from the city walls. Some soldiers ignored the arrows and stones and rushed forward to grab the bodies.

It was obvious that the master of the private army had died in battle, and the guests were heartbroken and were determined to get the body back at all costs, otherwise they would not be able to explain themselves.

"Oh!" Sighs were heard one after another all around.

Zhang Fang didn't want to watch anymore and went down the platform directly.

The bodyguards looked at each other and followed.

"How many days will the food and fodder in the camp last?" Zhang Fang grabbed the food officer and asked.

The grain officer was a little scared, and swallowed his saliva dryly, and said reluctantly: "It can still support us for half a month."

"Didn't you send anyone out to search?"

"We have collected as much as we can, otherwise we would have run out of food long ago."

"You useless thing. If you can't find any more food, just wait to be cooked." Zhang Fang kicked the grain officer over and said angrily.

The grain officer crawled away tumbling.

Zhang Fang drew his sword and hit the wooden pillar hard.

When he led his troops into battle, they never had enough food and fodder, so he had to find ways to raise them locally, which led to many horrific incidents.

The problem of food and fodder is actually not fatal.

What was truly fatal was the battle situation in Hebei.

The two towns of Bingzhou and Youzhou had a combined army of more than 100,000, and their momentum was extremely powerful, but the King of Chengdu had less than 20,000 soldiers.

Zhang Fang could even boldly say that Yecheng was basically finished and would not survive past next month at the latest.

After the King of Chengdu was defeated, where would the King of Hejian be placed? Where would Zhang Fang be placed?
Sima Yue did not die. He ran back to Xuzhou and had the leisure to issue a manifesto, calling on all the governors to attack the two kings of Chengdu and Hejian.

Can the King of Hejian really resist such a powerful force?
Well, even if the Prince of Hejian can resist, what about Zhang Fang?
More than 20,000 troops are stationed outside the city of Luoyang, with their divisions old and soldiers tired. Are they waiting for troops from all over the country to gather and annihilate them in one fell swoop?

Zhang Fang has already begun to think about leaving.

After some testing today, he found that the enemy's combat power was average, but they had the advantage of defending the city and were still able to drive the elite troops he sent off the city wall.

In this case, there is no need to try any further. This battle cannot be fought.

Isn't it a loss that well-trained elite soldiers and brave and sturdy heavy-armored warriors are easily killed by gold juice and boiling water?
Better go home.

Zhang Fang looked towards the north. He always had to take something with him before leaving.

He called his son Zhang Pi and gave him some secret instructions.

(End of this chapter)