Chapter 210 I can still do it

Chapter 210 I can still do it

Chapter 210 I will come back
Heading north from Luoyang, crossing Mangshan Mountain and the river to Hanoi was a route that was very familiar to Shao Xun.

Four years ago, he left Luoyang and headed north to welcome the late emperor back to Beijing, and he took this route.

This time, while chasing the enemy, I had a different feeling in my heart: the long years of war had made the area north of Mangshan very depressed. The villages that were once occasionally seen had completely disappeared, and were replaced by all kinds of forts and earthen walls.

The people in the dock have also changed a lot.

There are a lot of people who speak with a Hebei accent, and quite a few with a Bingzhou accent as well. It's obvious that they all fled here and settled down in settlements along the Yellow River, building strongholds to protect themselves. It wasn't easy!

In the evening of that day, they chased to the vicinity of Fupingjin. Almost all the boats were occupied by the defeated soldiers, ferrying people and horses back and forth.

"Swoosh!" Shao Xun put his lance on the ground, drew out his horn bow, raised his hand and shot an arrow, and an officer of Wang Mi's army who was gathering the defeated soldiers fell off his horse.

As if it was a signal, the defeated soldiers gathered near the ferry immediately exploded.

Some people fled in all directions and hid in woods and houses.

Some people slipped away into the distance, trying to get away from the ferry and then find a way to escape under the cover of night.

More people flocked to the dozen or so ferries that had not yet left.

They had completely lost their fighting spirit and did not dare to look back. They jumped into the water, trudged through the mud, or swam over and held on to the side of the boat.

"Crash!" A boat full of defeated soldiers lost its balance and capsized in the water.

The fleeing soldiers cried out in fear as the overturned ship covered their heads.

The rushing water rushed over, and the defeated soldiers floated up and down for a few times, and soon disappeared.

After seeing such a tragic scene, the defeated soldiers on other ships became anxious.

Someone drew his sword and swung it at the hands that were holding onto the side of the boat. For a moment, there were screams everywhere, and there were countless bloody severed fingers in the cabin.

"You will not die a good death if you harm your comrades!"

"Take me one, just take me one!"

"I have treasures in my arms, all for you, let me get on board."

The fleeing soldiers in the water cried and shouted, or cursed, or begged, or bribed, but it was useless. At this moment of life and death, no one was a fool, even if one or two people were soft-hearted, the others would not agree.

The last batch of ferries carried hundreds of people and gradually sailed away, leaving almost ten times as many people behind on the south bank of the Yellow River.

"Charge!" Shao Xun put away his horn bow, drew his lance, and rushed straight down.

More than a hundred personal soldiers and volunteer riders followed closely behind, shouting loudly, shooting arrows, and stabbing with spears, dispersing the fleeing soldiers who had managed to gather together a little.

There was already a corpse on Shao Xun's lance. He swung it hard, and the powerful pressure almost made the horse fall to the ground.

"Bang!" The corpse fell into the crowd, and another large group of people were scattered.

The personal soldiers and followers took the opportunity to attack and drove left and right.

The defeated soldiers were in a panic and had no choice but to jump into the river and die.

The sound of horse hooves was heard again in the distance.

Shao Xun looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dense crowd of Liangzhou horses appearing on a high slope.

Soon, several riders came running quickly.

Tang Jian tried to step forward to stop him but was stopped by Shao Xun.

With the lance in hand, the world is mine!
Riding a fine horse, wearing armor, holding a spear in hand, with a quiver and horn bow hanging on the saddle, what is there to be afraid of?
"Is that Marquis Luyang in front?" Several riders stopped more than ten steps away, and the leader bowed and said.

"That's right." Shao Xun glanced at this man from a distance. He couldn't see the details of his appearance clearly, but he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark skin, and strong and powerful arms. He was holding a halberd and lifting it with ease. When he was riding the horse just now, his riding skills were excellent, and the combination of man and horse was very good.

A well-trained veteran warrior on the battlefield!

"I am Beigong Chun from Liangzhou." The visitor briefly introduced himself and said, "I just observed for a while. Marquis Luyang is an excellent rider and archer. He can use his horse spear to fly up and down. He is very steady, accurate and fierce. When he breaks through the formation and sweeps across, he also knows the trick of powerful force. Even in Liangzhou, there are very few people who are so good at using spears."

In fact, Beigong Chun also had a very good impression of the person not far away.

The reason is simple: he looks like a warrior, which is very appealing to me.

The aura of a warrior cannot be hidden. His appearance, temperament, and the little movements in his gestures may not be apparent to laymen, but an expert can see most of it at a glance.

People like them are completely different from the military generals who come from aristocratic families.

They cannot learn their elegant demeanor as Confucian generals, and others cannot learn their style of being brave generals who have fought their way up from the bottom.

"It turned out to be the Governor of Beigong." Shao Xun glanced at the Liangzhou cavalrymen who were rushing towards the fleeing soldiers, turned over and dismounted, and said with a smile: "I have heard about the reputation of the Liangzhou Chitiao. In the battle of Jinyang Gate, the general was the first to make a contribution. How magnificent!"

Beigong Chun smiled self-consciously.

The more than 200 cavalrymen under Shao Xun were of very average level and had limited combat effectiveness, so he did not take them seriously.

But Marquis Luyang himself was a rare brave cavalry general in the Central Plains, and he didn't mind getting to know him.

"On the border of Liangzhou, the Qiang and Xianbei rebel all the time. It is not uncommon to see tens of thousands of cavalry. My soldiers have long been accustomed to it." Beigong Chun laughed and said, "We will fight as we should. If the enemy cavalry wants to kill me, won't they have to face me? Since we are fighting to the death face to face, what is there to be afraid of? People on horses and soldiers on the ground have only one life. Just fight. At worst, we will die together with the enemy."

"The general is indeed heroic," Shao Xun praised. Beigong Chun seemed to have heard such praise many times and didn't care.

Today was the first time the two met, so it was not appropriate to talk too much with someone they just met. After exchanging pleasantries, they said goodbye and left.

Shao Xun didn't take it seriously. He asked his men to gather a group of prisoners and then returned home.

Chasing all the way to the bank of the Yellow River, that’s the end.

The Wang Mi Rebellion was temporarily quelled.

This man was defeated repeatedly in Qingzhou and was driven out. In less than two months, he quickly went to Henan and reached the city of Luoyang.

At the peak of his life, Shao Xun, Beigong Chun and others brutally suppressed him, and his followers scattered, a horrific sight.

After the seven or eight years of war in the middle and late stages of the Eight Kings Rebellion, the refugee armies should have been unable to shake the rule of the Jin court. They all rose and fell quickly and were completely defeated.

They were short of food and weapons, lacked talented people, had irregular military construction, and had weak combat effectiveness. Although they had a large number of troops, often tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of soldiers, they were often defeated by regular armies that were much smaller in number, and were doomed to destruction.

Those who managed to survive, such as Shi Le and Wang Mi, could only sell themselves to another regime in order to survive, barely settle down, and struggle to regularize the army.

But the war is not over.

What will begin next will be a war between regimes that will be larger in scale, more brutal, and with a higher overall technical and tactical level.

The Huns are sharpening their swords.

Liu Yuanhai couldn't help it either.

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On the other side of the Yellow River, Wang Mi, Liu Ling and others sighed and remained silent.

Although they relied on a large number of scapegoats to buy time and allowed the two to escape, the Yellow River still blocked their way and made retreat difficult.

By the time Shao Xun and Beigong Chun chased their enemies to Fupingjin, only more than 3,000 people had successfully crossed the river.

Among them, there were about 2,000 people under Wang Mi's command, and Liu Ling's followers were only over 1,000.

There were also people who escaped to the north shore from other small and medium-sized ferry crossings, but not many.

Wang Mi sent people to contact them, and there were only about three or four thousand people.

An unprecedented defeat!
Perhaps, this was destined to happen the moment he made the decision to march towards Luoyang.

Capturing Huanyuan Pass was just a joke played by God on him, the outcome would not change at all.

The only consolation was that after his cousin Wang Sang left the main force behind, he successfully shook off the government troops, crossed the river to the north, and was on his way to join them.

But he had less than two thousand soldiers under his command.

The three parties together had a total of eight or nine thousand infantry and cavalry, and the total strength was less than one-tenth of the peak strength when Xuchang was captured.

It's too awful.

The sun sets in the west and dusk gradually deepens.

The pursuing government troops had already retreated with the prisoners, and many troops were dispatched from the fort on the other side of the river.

Their number ranged from several hundred to three to five thousand, and they began to eat the leftovers left by the government troops.

The defeated soldiers who hid would not have a good end. They would either be killed by the troops in the fort or the farmhands, or be captured by them and taken back to farm and become slaves.

Aristocratic families, manor owners, and fort commanders are also the natural enemies of the "rebel army".

When I gain power in the future, I must punish them! Wang Mi gritted his teeth secretly, feeling extremely angry.

"General, has the envoy been sent?" Liu Ling asked after taking two bites of dry food.

"Yes." Wang Mi looked bleak and heavy-hearted, and said perfunctorily: "Liu Yuanhai has always been despised by scholars, so he spent a lot of money to buy horse bones. It's not too late for us to surrender now. We can recruit some people on the way and make a bigger show to avoid being despised by the Xiongnu."

"Okay." Liu Ling responded.

It was nothing more than finding a few easy-to-attack villages and earthen walls, burning, killing and looting after breaking through, and then playing with the women and killing them to restore the morale of the soldiers. The men were forced to join the army to increase the number of their troops, so that they would look good when the Han Dynasty sent people to check the number of soldiers in the future.

"We need to train our troops well in the future." Wang Mi sighed and said, "During the first uprising in Qingzhou, there were more than 50,000 people, but they were defeated by thousands of Xianbei cavalry. This time, the number of people is greater, but we still suffered a miserable defeat. Wang Jun, Gou Xi, Shao Xun, Beigong Chun, anyone can grab us and beat us up. Only Sima Yue, that coward, dares not to fight us. After taking the heads this time, don't recruit people casually in the future. I have seen that having more people is useless. It's useless except for eating dry food."

Liu Ling disagreed.

You still have to conscript men. If you don't have enough soldiers, everyone will look down on you. Only when you have your own territory can you train your soldiers properly.

Furthermore, weak soldiers can be trained by fighting more battles.

Wang Mi glanced at him and knew that he was dissatisfied. But he didn't want to say anything more. For now, they had to unite. If they couldn't stick together and help each other when they went to the Xiongnu, they would be swallowed up sooner or later without leaving any residue.

After drinking the food and regaining his strength, Wang Mi took one last look at the gloomy night in Henan and turned to leave.

I will be back!

(End of this chapter)