Chapter 221 Disappearance

Chapter 221 Disappearance

Chapter 221 Disappearance
When Sima Yue arrived in Xingyang, Shao Xun had just finished his inspection in Guangchengze and returned to Lvliu Garden in Liang County to be with his family.

The battle of war was about to begin, and he particularly enjoyed the tenderness and care before the battle.

On the Double Ninth Festival, Wu Qian reported that 1,200 new soldiers had been recruited.

Shao Xun ordered the 8th Silver Spear Army to be expanded on the spot into the 8th and 9th divisions, and to form a new 10th division - the officers of this division would not be fully assembled until after the Chinese New Year next year, so they could only set up a framework for now.

Buildings eight, nine, and ten will stay behind, while buildings one to seven will go out. This is the plan that has been set.

Among the first seven groups, the first group of 600 people has the longest seniority, with an average military service of more than five years. They have experienced quite a few battles, starting from the defense of Luoyang, to the Battle of Chang'an, and then to the northern expedition to Jisang and the battle against Wang Mi. They have participated in every battle and are quite experienced.

The archery skills of these 600 people can be considered to be advanced. After all, five years of uninterrupted training is not a joke.

His spear and sword skills are also quite advanced.

In addition to the bow, sword and gun, the additional weapon that each person practices with is also very good.

When facing cavalry, some people used wooden clubs and long axes to hit people, some used long spears or hook-and-sickle spears to hook the horses' legs, and some used swords and shields to kill the fallen enemies. The group was very skilled in tactics.

It can be said that they have fully possessed the strength of the veterans before the destruction of the Luoyang Central Army, and they are more versatile than them and can better adapt to the complex battlefield environment.

The second and third buildings are somewhat lacking in strength compared to the first, but not by much.

The fourth and fifth buildings...

Basically, the later the building is ranked, the weaker its strength is, and the overall trend is decreasing.

The sixth and seventh buildings are the weakest, especially the sixth building. After all, the seventh building had defended Yushanwu and had a real war experience, while the former had no experience at all.

He didn't dare to say whether this strength could deal with the Xiongnu. After all, no matter how weak the Xiongnu were, they had been fighting in Bingzhou for many years and had extremely rich experience in war. Even the farmers and herdsmen who were temporarily pulled out were stronger than the bandits like Wang Mi and Ji Sang, because they really fought wars frequently.

But what if it was Wang Mi? He asked his generals, and they all burst into laughter. Wang Mi's troops are also called an army?

It’s not that Shi Le couldn’t give it a try.

When I went to Hebei the year before last, the strength of Ji Sang's tribe was very weak, only slightly stronger than Wang Mi.

However, two years have passed after all, and the troops under Shi Le are not the same as Ji Sang's group. Moreover, he has Wuhuan and Jie tribes under his command, and can mobilize tens of thousands of cavalry. We must deal with them with caution.

In case of failure, the consequences will be serious.

If the 4200 Silver Spear Army soldiers he brought out were destroyed, he might be able to barely stabilize the situation in Guangchengze and Xiangcheng, but at least half of the six years of effort would be wasted, which is equivalent to wasting three years. The morale of the army would also be hit, and the prospect of keeping Luoyang would become increasingly bleak.

But then again, he could actually withstand a major failure now! His tolerance for error had increased a lot.

Farming is indeed effective.

The sunlight is mottled and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

The breeze blows gently and the flute sounds melodious.

Shao Xun lay comfortably on the recliner, closed his eyes and dozed off, relaxing himself.

A few steps outside the woods is a canal. At this moment, the water is flowing gently along the gap in the ridge and into the field.

The autumn harvest had long been over, the gray fields had been plowed, and the soil had become moist and soft after being soaked by river water.

In some days, the wheat will be planted, which symbolizes hope for next year.

Shao Xun especially liked lying by the woods, basking in the sunshine and autumn breeze, and looking at the golden fields.

This is his way of relaxing, and it can greatly relieve subconscious anxiety.

As for the deeper reasons, he couldn't figure it out and could only attribute it to "vulgarity".

It turns out that I am just such a layman who likes farming.

"What kind of person was Luzhu back then?" Shao Xun asked softly, stroking Song Yi's delicate face with his rough, powerful hands.

The flute stopped.

The girl, who was only eighteen years old this year, stood up and bowed, saying, "Gentle, chaste, and elegant."

There was a sneer from the side.

Yang Xianrong, who was sipping chrysanthemum wine, glanced at Song Yi and said, "How dare you describe someone who entertains people with his beauty like this?"

Song Yi lowered his head and dared not speak.

"Let's sing "Falling Plum Blossoms." Shao Xun waved his hand and said to Song Yi.

Song Yi blushed, sat back and started playing the flute.

Shao Xun withdrew his gaze from Song Yi's lips, which kept changing as he played the flute.

This little mouth has great power, he really loves it.

Le Lanji sat behind a high table nearby, playing the piano leisurely, and she and Song Yi cooperated with each other, complementing each other.

Her eyes sometimes fell on Yang Xianrong, sometimes on Shao Xun's waist, and then her breathing became a little unstable.

It is said that during the Later Han Dynasty, Huan Jing of Runan studied Taoism with Fei Changfang.

One day, the eldest son of the family said, "On September 9th, your family will be hit by a disaster. You can ask your family members to make a red gauze bag with dogwood in it, tie it on your arm, climb a high place and drink chrysanthemum wine. This will help to ward off the disaster."

Huan Jing did as he was told, and when he returned at night, all the livestock in his home had died suddenly.

Although it is just a legend, it has been passed down for more than a hundred years. People at that time believed in it deeply, and it gradually became a custom.

She didn't know who had given the dogwood bag on her husband's waist, but she saw it before she could give it to him. Yang Xianrong noticed Le Lanji's gaze, and her eyes slightly avoided it, but her expression soon calmed down.

On New Year's Day, Shao Xun accompanied her to light firecrackers, so what if she gave him a dogwood bag on the Double Ninth Festival?
This is called reciprocity, and it is quite normal.

"We are still missing a dancer." Shao Xun sighed, tapping the armrest with his right hand as he followed the music.

Lan Ji pursed her lips, and the sound of her piano carried a hint of resentment.

Yang Xianrong wanted to say something, but found that nothing she said was appropriate.

Shao Xun seemed unaware.

I heard from Concubine Pei that Princess Lu of Fanyang is good at dancing, and is even proficient in the Western Regions' Hu dance. It would be great if I could invite her to dance for me.

The sense of satisfaction that a princess's dance gives people is different from that of an ordinary dancer's dance. The difference is huge.

Am I watching the dance? No, I am watching the conquest.

The sun is gradually setting.

Lan Ji went home to see her children, and Song Yi also got up and left.

"The first batch of rice in Guangchengze has been harvested." Yang Xianrong looked at Shao Xun and said softly.

Shao Xun turned his head and glanced at her.

Yang Xianrong's eyes were sparkling with a hint of anticipation.

After all, he was only twenty-two or twenty-three years old. In later times, he would still be a college student.

This face is really beautiful too.

"My father told me yesterday that Queen Hui sent someone to deliver 500 hu of Guangcheng rice, asking me to repay the Queen." Shao Xun said with a smile.

"How do you plan to serve?" Yang Xianrong asked in a low voice.

"What does the Queen want?"

"Dismiss the two female musicians, Le and Song. I will give you two better-looking ones." Yang Xianrong said, turning her head to look at the empty fields in the distance.

Shao Xun laughed with great joy.

Yang Xianrong's face turned a little red.

Marquis Luyang commands a large army, has won numerous battles, and has been wooed by all parties. Now that he is in high spirits, he is no longer as cautious in front of her as before, and even dares to laugh out loud.

"What was the yield per mu of the first batch of Guangcheng rice?" Shao Xun changed the subject and asked.

"No less than three hu." Yang Xianrong was somewhat proud when she mentioned this. She said, "More than 60 hectares of rice can yield nearly 20,000 hu. Believe it or not, if I take this rice to Luoyang to sell, I can get 60,000 hu or even more of millet in return."

"I believe it." Shao Xun said without hesitation.

Yang Xianrong was stunned. She probably didn't expect Shao Xun to believe it so directly. She thought he didn't know the value of rice.

During the Cao Wei period, the emperor often used rice to reward his officials.

This also exists in our dynasty.

If ordinary scholars wanted to eat rice and wanted to buy it in a hurry, they might not be able to buy it. They had to make an appointment with the store first and wait for many days before they could buy it home.

"It's boring." She put her hand on her cheek again, staring at the leaves drifting in the wind, and said, "I'll give you all the rice I harvested. Use it to reward the soldiers."

"Okay." Shao Xun didn't hesitate and agreed directly.

With these 20,000 hu of rice, even if nothing is gained in this expedition, the reward will be guaranteed.

Moreover, this is a "high-end food" that can only be enjoyed by people of a certain status and position, and it can especially boost morale.

"I will announce to my sons that this is a gift from Queen Hui." Shao Xun said again.

"Why?" Yang Xianrong turned her head and looked at him, puzzled.

"The soldiers will surely be grateful to the Queen when they hear this." Shao Xun looked into her eyes and said softly, "What happened before - will never happen again."

Yang Xianrong trembled slightly, then said "hmm" and turned his head away again.

"The queen is wise and talented, and can convince tens of thousands of soldiers in Guangchengze." Shao Xun walked up to her, looked at the fields in the distance, and said, "In the past, you were constrained by others and could not give full play to your abilities. From now on, with me here, the queen can give full play to her talents, and no one can harm you."

As the evening breeze blew, Yang Xianrong felt the burden in her heart loosen. Many past events that she didn't want to recall and many fears hidden deep in her memory seemed to have dissipated with the wind.

She raised her head and looked at Shao Xun with burning eyes. After a long time, she looked away and said softly, "You just train the troops and fight. I will take care of the money and food in the rear."

Shao Xun looked at Yang Xianrong with gentle eyes.

Having gotten rid of the gloom in her heart, Queen Hui seemed to be refined again, becoming more calm, confident and beautiful.

This is the real Mei Yangyang.

The impatient, gloomy, desperate and fearful Yang Xianrong of the past has probably disappeared forever.

Now there can't be people who say that I just take the money and don't do the job, right?

On September 11, the third day after the Double Ninth Festival, Shao Xun left Liang County and led his troops north to Luoyang.

A new journey has begun again.

(End of this chapter)