Chapter 145 A river of blood

Chapter 145 A river of blood

Chapter 145 A river of blood

The area in the southeast gate of the Daming Army camp was in chaos.
The riot of the grassland prisoners in the prisoner camp spread rapidly.
At first, it was just a few people quarreling, pushing and grabbing food.
But for some reason, the prisoner camp became violent, and hundreds of people began to fight each other.

As time passed, the prisoner camp had turned into a bloody battlefield where more than a thousand people were fighting each other.

Even under the leadership of some people in the prisoner camp,

They climbed over the high wall and came to a horse farm on one side.
They climbed over the wooden fences and iron gates that surrounded them and spread out in all directions.

"Reverse! Reverse!"

The soldiers shouted in panic and retreated little by little, looking at the ragged and hideous-looking grassland captives in front of them.

They quickly picked up their weapons and tried to stop it.

However, the defending centurions were forced to retreat in the face of thousands of prisoners.

"Stop! Don't move! Stand still!"

At this moment, the soldiers were somewhat relieved.

The grassland captives were still a little afraid of the Ming people. They did not dare to move forward after hearing a slight shout and stayed where they were, hesitating.

But what frightened them was that the grassland ahead had temporarily become quiet.

But in the rear, the grassland captives treated their fellow tribesmen without the slightest fear.

Fists and feet fought, weapons clashed, teeth, nails, and torn thighs and arms became their weapons.

Shouts and screams mixed together.
Just hearing it a little bit makes me feel a little bit uncomfortable.
Some captives were slashed with swords and knives, blood splattered everywhere, they fell to the ground powerlessly, and were then trampled into mud.

Some soldiers were hit by stones thrown by the captives, fell to the ground, and were trampled into the mud.

The turmoil in the prisoner-of-war camp was rapidly expanding, and the wall between the horse farm and the prisoner-of-war camp was torn down by everyone.
The grassland captives cheered and rushed into the horse farm to snatch the food for the war horses.

The warhorse pawed its hooves restlessly, and its big eyes flashed with doubt.
They smelled the scent of a battlefield, but this was not a battlefield.

However, on the ground, without anyone noticing, several corpses were entangled together, and some body parts were trampled to pieces. The ground was blood red, shocking, and there were pieces of meat everywhere.

The grassland captives fought for a tiny piece of rice.

Like wild beasts, with their teeth clenched and their hands like claws, they pounced on their fellow tribesmen and used their hands and feet to snatch the goods desperately.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!"

The grassland captive only had rice in his eyes. He was like a hungry wolf, completely losing his mind and waving his hands constantly.

Such scenes were common in horse farms and prisoner-of-war camps.

They wrestled and bit each other, and every movement was filled with despair and cruelty.

The ground was dyed red with blood, wailing sounds were heard one after another, and the entire military tent seemed to have turned into hell on earth.

Near the southeast gate of the military camp, the noise and chaos reached its peak.

The grassland captives' infighting and frenzied attacks on the Ming soldiers filled the air with the smell of blood.

Just as the hundred or so soldiers were struggling to resist and their numbers were decreasing.

The deafening sound of war drums suddenly rang out, like thunder exploding in the sky.
Then a burst of rapid and powerful footsteps broke the original rhythm.

Two thousand Ming soldiers, clad in pitch-black armor and holding sharp weapons, poured into the military camp in a mighty force.

Governor Yu Tongyuan's face was extremely gloomy, and he was extremely angry.
At this moment, except for a few bedridden generals in the entire camp, he was the only one who could take charge of the overall situation.

He was wearing armor and holding a long sword, standing in front of the soldiers, and quickly swept across the battlefield.
After seeing the attack methods of these grassland captives, I felt a little relieved.

When he learned about this, his first reaction was that someone had mutinied and was using these grassland people to target him.

But fortunately, these grassland captives had no weapons in their hands and were all unarmed.

If there was someone behind this, it would certainly not be such a big thunder with little results.

But even so, Yu Tongyuan was still furious.

He raised his long sword high, pointed it forward, and shouted:
"Bows and crossbows fire volleys!"

Following Yu Tongyuan's order, the soldiers acted quickly.

They took out their bows and arrows, put arrows on the strings, and moved in unison. The air was filled with tension and solemnity, and the soldiers held their breath and focused.

At this time, a burst of rapid war drums sounded.

The soldiers' arrows were shot out almost at the same time, with whistling sounds, cutting through the sky and forming a dense rain of arrows.

The arrows intertwined and collided in the air, making sharp sounds.

The next time, the sound of arrows piercing flesh and blood continued to ring out.

puff puff!

The grassland captives in front fell down in a large number like wheat being cut, with shock on their faces as their bodies were pierced, and the long-lost fear rose in their hearts.

The other captives stared with wide eyes, equally panicked, trying to dodge this sudden attack.
Unfortunately, the arrow was too fast.

Many of them were pierced by arrows, and blood gushed out, adding another touch of color to the already bright red land.

Their wails, screams, and pleas for mercy mixed together, and the shouts shook the sky.

The rain of arrows continued to pour down, as if there was no end.

Yu Tongyuan watched the grassland captives fall one after another in front of him, murderous intent condensed in his eyes and his fists clenched tightly.

When he saw those grassland captives could only lie there with their heads in their hands helplessly, Yu Tongyuan became even more furious!

How dare they riot with such courage? !

"Sir, would you like to stop?"

An adjutant came over, looking anxious.

The grassland people in front of him were as obedient as sheep, without any trace of the violent nature just now.

But there was a murderous look in Yu Tongyuan's eyes, and the anger in his heart was beyond words.

Not only did he not get any credit, but the Marquis of Nanxiong was also seriously ill. Now he was left on duty in the camp, and a riot broke out.

Yu Tongyuan felt that the whole heaven seemed to be against him!

"Send a volley! Send a volley! Kill all these people!!"

The deputy general's face froze, and he waved his hand quickly.

The Ming soldiers, whose shooting speed had originally slowed down, continued to draw their bows and arrows and fired rapidly.

Time passed, and when the last arrow landed, the front was already a mess.

The bodies of the prisoners were lying on the ground in a mess, with blood and dirt intertwined. The scene was horrific.

The air was filled with a foul stench.

Countless soldiers who came upon hearing the news frowned when they saw this scene.
The long-forgotten memories of the battlefield were recalled, causing many soldiers to look uncomfortable.

Not far from the horse farm and the prisoner-of-war camp, Hu Kui stood beside the lame horse, gently stroking its huge head.

The cart behind him was already full of soldiers, each standing on tiptoe to look around with complicated expressions.

Hu Kui's face was calm. He looked at the bloody scene in front of him without any expression on his face and his eyes were full of indifference.

When others talked to him, Hu Kui did not respond and just watched quietly.

Not until all the grassland captives who were wriggling on the ground died did a faint smile appear at the corner of his mouth.

Hu Kui looked at the soldiers standing on the carts behind him, blinked, and a trace of fear appeared on his face.
He said in a panic:

"Come down, come down, all of you."

The soldiers lowered their heads and laughed and joked:

"Old Hu, why are you so timid? You are frightened by such a scene."

Hu Kui even had cold sweat on his forehead and shook his head repeatedly:
"Come down quickly, I'm leaving, I can't stand this."

The soldiers jumped off the carts upon hearing this. The soldiers around them looked at Hu Kui with more emotion in their eyes.

Only people like this who have managed to save their lives on the battlefield will never see such scenes.

Just like that, Hu Kui squeezed out of the crowd.

He kept his head down and remained silent no matter who spoke to him, looking terrified.

It was not until Hu Kui left the soldiers that his expression gradually regained its composure.

The cold sweat on his forehead was wiped away, and the fear on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a look of indifference.

Lu Mansion, the three bows ceremony has been completed. Lu Mansion is full of people, and the small courtyard is already filled with wine tables.

Because there were so many people coming, dozens of tables were set up on the street in front of the Lu Mansion.
It was not allowed originally, but General Lan Yu put the word out that it was OK to set up the place and invite all the neighbors nearby to come and eat and drink.

No one said anything about this.

The military officers were arranged in the inner room, which disappointed the people who came specially to see the military officers.

At this time, Lu Yunyi was holding a wine jar instead of a wine jug.

He walked among the crowd, and every time he arrived at a table, he would drink several cups of wine.

As soon as it got dark, Lu Yunyi was already a little drunk.

He stood at the gate of Lu's mansion, looking at the endless dining tables and the people eating and drinking in the street, and his eyes went dark.
Can't finish it, can't finish it at all!!

"Come on, Yun Yi, today is your wedding day, we are all happy, let's have a drink."

Lu Yunyi turned his head and looked over. There were two long tables at the door, with some food and wine on them.
Those sitting there were some elders from Gyeongju City, helping him to stop people here.

Lu Yunyi did not refuse. He picked up the jar and poured himself some wine, then drank it all in one gulp.

"Yun Yi, you have made great contributions this time. I heard that you have become a general?" An old man with gray beard asked with a smile.

Lu Yunyi nodded: "Thanks to the general for his appreciation, I have made some contributions."

"Okay, okay! Yun Yi, you have a promising future, but uncle still wants to remind you,

When marching and fighting outside, we must be more careful and use more of our Qingzhou children.
They grew up with you and won't harm you.

Gyeongju is your base. If you are short of soldiers or generals, just come back and tell us and we will recruit them for you.

Even if you lose, there's no shame in fighting. You can just fight back.

Don’t learn from Xiang Yu, who was speechless in front of the people of Jiangdong after losing a battle.

Little did he know that the people of Jiangdong were waiting for him to go back and speak.

Gyeongju is a bitterly cold place, lacking everything.
But there is no shortage of people who are not afraid of death. If you fight hard and make achievements, we will also benefit from it.

Don't take bribes or the emperor will skin you alive."

"Uncle San, you've drunk too much. Yun Yi is a good boy. How could he do such a thing?"

A middle-aged man at the table complained a little and kept slapping the old man's thigh with his palm.

He turned to look at Lu Yunyi, took the wine jar, and laughed:
"Third uncle is drunk, Yun Yi, please don't mind.

But what Third Uncle said is very right. If you have any problem in the future, just speak up. We in Qingzhou will support you."

After saying this, the middle-aged man picked up the wine bowl on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he pointed to the wine jar in his hand, and then to the many elders and fellow villagers outside the door:
"You should drink less and spend more time with the adults. We will take care of the elders and villagers."

The other middle-aged people at the table also stood up.

He staggered out of the gate holding the jar of wine and headed outside.

There was a hint of haziness in Lu Yunyi's eyes. He knew these people, but he was not familiar with them. They were just nodding acquaintances.

But their sons and nephews were all under their command, so they trusted them immensely.

"Okay, Yunyi, stop standing there like an idiot, and go in."

The white-bearded old man stood up shakily and pushed Lu Yunyi into the yard.

Lu Yunyi rested for a while, and his mind became clear for a moment.

Looking at the folks and elders who came to show their support, I felt extremely complicated. Perhaps these are the people from my hometown.

Many of the generals' personal guards and confidants in the army were either from the same hometown, or were childhood playmates, or were the offspring of their playmates. In short, they were of the same lineage.

Most of the trusted soldiers of the military marquis were from Huaixi.

Only in this way will the troops charge desperately on the battlefield to build merit, protect their superiors, and become more courageous as the battle goes on.

Lu Yunyi fell silent. Although today was his wedding day, a time of great joy,
But there is something more important going on at the same time.
There were no more than twenty people involved in that matter, all of whom were from Gyeongju and were his childhood playmates.

Only this arrangement can make him feel at ease.

Because of the alcohol, Lu Yunyi's thoughts were particularly jumpy.

He experienced it firsthand, and suddenly felt that he could write a report.
The Ming Army: Hometown Ties and the Construction of Military Power

After staying for a while, Lu Yunyi put away his thoughts, picked up the wine jar and held the wine bowl, staggering towards the courtyard.

At this moment, his ears moved slightly and he heard a burst of hurried horse hooves sounds coming from outside the Lu Mansion!
Lu Yunyi quickly lowered his head, pretending to be drunk and shaking his head.

But there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes.
The drunkenness faded a little bit, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The arrival of the horse's hoofbeats indicated that the operation was going smoothly, and the grassland captives must have rioted.
As for whether it would succeed or not, Lu Yunyi didn't consider it.

Two months of thinking, planning and arrangements can only bring one result, and that is success!
A soldier in armor ran into the courtyard.

He rushed into the house amid everyone's surprised gazes and went to where the military officers were.

In the inner room, loud laughter was always around.
At this moment, Guo Ying, Marquis of Wuding, was holding a jar of wine, with one foot on a chair, glaring at Wang Bi, Marquis of Dingyuan, opposite him!

Wang Bi looked like this too, with a wine jar in one hand and one foot on a chair!

Among them was Geng Bingwen, the Marquis of Changxing, whose face was flushed. He looked at the two of them and asked:

"Are you ready?"

“Come!!” Wuding Hou Guo Ying flicked his gray beard and picked up the wine jar.

Wang Bi did not show any weakness when he saw this. He made two "Puh" sounds on his palms and picked up the wine jar. His dark face had turned redder and he shouted:
"Come!!!"

"Good, you have guts." Changxing Marquis Geng Bingwen's eyes were red, and he also shouted loudly,
"Three! Two!! One!!"

"drink!!"

Wuding Marquis Guoying and Dingyuan Marquis Wangbi opened their eyes wide, raised their wine jars, and drank from them! !
This caused everyone present to laugh.

Yongchang Hou Lan Yu was no longer as serious as before. He held two chopsticks in his hands and placed two bowls in front of him, knocking on them one on the left and one on the right.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed and pointed at Wuding Hou Guo Ying:
"Guo Ying, if you want to take a shower, go home and take it!!"

"Hahahahaha!!"

Deng Zhen, who was standing by, lost his usual composure and laughed out loud, drinking the wine in the bowl in one gulp.

Seeing that no one came to pour wine, he turned his head and looked to the side.

Xu Zengshou stood there holding the wine jar, watching the two marquises drinking together, his mouth gradually opening with shock on his face.
"You little bastard, pour him some wine, why are you just standing there!" Hu Hai, the Marquis of Dongchuan who was next to him, patted his head and scolded him with a smile.

"Oh, here it comes." Xu Zengshou held the wine jar and ran to Deng Zhen to pour him some wine.

He also glanced at the two marquises beside him and was even more shocked to see that they were still drinking.

“It’s full!!”

Deng Zhen suddenly felt his crotch a little wet and cold. He looked down and saw that the clear wine had overflowed from the edge of the wine bowl.

Xu Zengshou finally reacted at this time and quickly took back the wine jar.

"Hahahaha." This scene made all the marquises laugh out loud.

At this moment, soldiers from the outer courtyard rushed in.

The originally warm atmosphere in the room suddenly became unified.
The slightly confused drunken look in everyone's eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by clarity.
Deng Zhen suddenly stopped wiping his crotch and looked over with a frown.

The soldier quickly ran to Lan Yu's side, bent down and said softly:
"General, there is a riot among the grassland captives in the camp, numbering more than 3,000. They have now been suppressed by Governor Yu."

Lan Yu's eyes flashed with displeasure, and she nodded slightly:

"Got it, let him handle it."

"Yes!" The soldier quickly turned around and left.

Deng Zhen, who was standing by, quickly leaned forward and asked, "General, what's the matter?"

Even the two people who were drinking stopped and looked at Lan Yu.

Lan Yu smiled and waved his hand:
"The prisoners are rioting, Yu Tongyuan has suppressed it, keep drinking."

"This Yu Tongyuan can't do anything right." Wuding Hou Guo Ying cursed, looking at Wang Bi opposite him, and cursed:
"Double-knife boy, why did you stop? Are you unable to drink anymore?"

After saying that, Guo Ying lifted up the jar of wine again and began to drink it down with gulps.

"Old thing!" Wang Bi cursed and started to drink.

(End of this chapter)