Chapter 406 River Nagisa

Chapter 406 River Nagisa

Chapter 406 River Nagisa
The river flows eastward day and night without stopping.

After Fu Zhi barely finished presiding over the last sacrifice, his body could no longer support him and he fell ill.

The attendants hurriedly found a boat and planned to transport him back to Luoyang, but Fu Zhi refused.

As the sun set, he came to the city site where the foundation had just been laid and walked around slowly.

"My son was only fifteen years old when you conscripted him. Damn it!" A white-haired man fell to the ground and cried.

Everyone around felt sympathy.

The young man was shot by an arrow last night. He didn't die on the spot. After enduring for a day, he finally succumbed to the pain.

When Fu Zhi passed by here, he stopped for a moment.

The others bowed, but the gray-haired man only had his dead son in his eyes, and he remained prostrated on the ground: "I wanted to marry you after the autumn harvest, but you left first..."

Fu Zhi sighed, unable to bear to look any longer, and left.

In the setting sun and among the wild grass, someone is cooking.

The food in the earthenware jar was very watery and black, with a lot of weeds floating in it.

Seeing Fu Zhi approaching with a large crowd of people, he stood up in a hurry. He didn't know whether he was tired or something else, but he staggered for a while before he stood up and saluted. And with this slightly "intense" action, his stomach started to growl again.

Fu Zhi walked past silently without disturbing him while he was eating.

When we reached the end of the river bank, we saw several fishing boats and some dilapidated houses on the shore.

No men were to be seen in the houses or fishing boats. Women were pounding clothes numbly by the river, and children were squatting beside them, half-naked and skinny.

There were people living on the river bank, most of them were refugees fleeing the chaos.

Perhaps, they never imagined that the "paradise"-like place they had found with great difficulty would once again become a battlefield.

Men were conscripted to build the city, women helped with cooking and washing clothes, and even children had to cut grass and feed livestock.

If this were all that was considered good, the most crucial thing was that when the city site was determined and the foundation was laid, the Huns came.

They often took small boats and attacked river islands at night. Under their repeated attacks, many people fled. The government had no choice but to capture the fleeing group and repeat the cycle.

To the south of where the women washed their clothes was a large pond dug by man.

There are embankments on three sides of the pool, but an opening is left on the south side for boats to enter and exit.

The poolside was filled with wood, bricks and stones, all of which were transported from the south bank.

Hundreds of soldiers under the command of Henan Yin set up camp nearby and unloaded goods along the way.

The cargo was heavy and difficult to move. Every few days, news came in of broken arms and legs.

Fu Zhi walked to the west end again, where there were many thatched houses. It was dark, damp and smelled bad.

Behind the thatched hut is the Yellow River, and there are even dead bodies floating on the river, and no one knows where they came from.

There were so many people who died of starvation, disease, exhaustion, and murder that it was hard to tell them apart.

The sun hadn't completely set yet when Fu Zhi had finished his turn.

The river is not actually very big.

It is several miles long from east to west and a little over a mile wide from north to south, so only a small city with a circumference of four miles can be built.

There are two small islands to the west of the river island, both of which are only half the size of this one and are not connected. There are a few houses on them, but they are all empty, with only large weeds left.

Fu Zhi looked towards the north bank again.

The existence of three river shoals divides this section of the Yellow River into two streams, north and south.

Hezhu is closer to the north bank and farther from the south bank.

Fu Zhi looked through ancient books and learned that the area around Zhamati on the north bank was once a sandbar in the river. Over time, it connected with the north bank and became land.

Perhaps, in a hundred or even hundreds of years, these three riverbanks lined up in a row will be connected into one.

A thousand years later, the connected Dahezhu will be connected to the north bank again and become part of the land.

The world is changing dramatically, nothing is more extraordinary than this.

"Heyang is the backbone of the world and the throat of the north and south. It is the meeting point of all the roads and a strategic point in ancient and modern times. Therefore, it is a place that military strategists must fight for. If there is chaos in the world, heavy troops should be deployed."

"Yes, this is indeed a great defense for the capital. If you cross the bridge to the south, you will be close to Luojing. If you cross the bridge to the north, you will go straight to Shangdang and Taiyuan. If you go northeast, you will reach Yecheng and Yanzhao. If you go northwest, you will enter Chenguan and reach Hedong and Pingyang. If this bridge is completed, Liu Cong will probably have to rebuild Chenguan for defense."

The two court officials held feather fans in their hands, turned their backs to Fu Zhi, and pointed at the river.

It seems that everything in the world can be managed with a feather fan and a blue robe, without any difficulty at all.

"It's easier said than done." Fu Zhi whispered and walked away hesitantly.

When the two court officials heard the voice, they turned around hurriedly, saw Situ, and immediately saluted, but Fu Zhi had already gone far away.

Fu Zhi returned to the He Temple.

The sun has completely set and night is gradually covering the earth.

In the ancestral hall, candles have been lit.

In the flickering flames, the originally amiable statue actually took on a somewhat ferocious and sinister look.

Are there too many wronged souls?
Fu Zhi sat weakly on the cushion, staring at the statue with wide eyes.

The statue became increasingly blurred, and seemed to be covered in a layer of blood.

For some reason, Fu Zhi suddenly felt sad and wanted to cry.

How could Taikang’s dream of a prosperous ten years suddenly turn out like this?

The world shouldn't be like this!

Natural disasters continue and man-made disasters are endless.

Everyone went crazy, killing and killing non-stop. At this point, I'm afraid the only way to stop killing is to kill, and it's impossible to subdue others through persuasion.

The night gradually deepened.

Fu Zhi sat quietly, feeling disheartened and unable to control himself.

He knew that he might never see the day when the old land of Hebei would be recovered in his lifetime.

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"The thieves are coming!" On the north side of the river bank, the sound of a clay pot being kicked over was heard, and then someone shouted loudly. "Ding!" The bell rang.

The garrison soldiers put on their armor and, led by the leader of the camp, ran breathlessly to the north bank and fought with the bandits who had just disembarked.

There were more thieves coming, and they were no longer just going through the motions. They were much more serious than in previous night raids.

Maybe it’s because they have figured out the situation on the river bank, or maybe some big shot has come from the north bank and is giving them strict supervision. Who knows!

The defenders fought desperately, but there were too many new recruits in the team. They fought for only an incense stick's time before they began to retreat step by step.

The enemy shouted loudly and rushed up through waist-deep river water.

There were also people on the boats who drew their bows and shot at the place where the fire was. Every time the bowstrings sounded, one or two screams would be heard.

"Your mother, who are the people coming this time?" The owner of the tower waved a wooden club and swept several thieves who were about to come ashore into the water, but his expression was full of surprise and doubt.

The sound of bowstrings rang out again, and more than ten long arrows attacked, knocking the few archers of the defending army to the ground. The last arrow happened to hit the arm of the leader of the building, causing him to groan in pain.

More and more enemies are coming ashore.

The new soldiers of the defending army have begun to disintegrate.

Instead, the militiamen and laborers roared and rushed forward with shovels, pickaxes, wooden spears and clubs.

Their families are still on the island, so they can't retreat now.

The two sides fought fiercely on the river bank.

In the darkness of the night, cries of pain and screams were heard everywhere. Anyone with a timid heart would probably be scared to death.

The dark clouds were blown away by the wind, revealing a half moon.

The first thing that caught my eye was the blood flying everywhere. In the darkness, it was extremely dark red, and it didn't look like human blood, but more like the black blood of ghosts that came out of the underworld.

All the courage cannot withstand the enemy's fierce attack.

The servants fought for a while, but could not hold on any longer.

"Go behind the wall and defend." Someone shouted and turned to run.

The defense line gradually collapsed.

The Huns' morale was greatly boosted, and they shouted loudly and chased after them.

"Swoosh! Whoosh!" Dense arrows flew over, sweeping down all of their own fleeing soldiers and the Huns' pursuers.

The deserter was stunned, and the pursuers were also stunned!
How many archers are there with such dense arrows? I'm afraid there must be at least a hundred!

The dark clouds have completely moved away, and the bright moonlight shines on the earth, illuminating the large area of ​​silver helmets and armor behind the earth wall.

More than a hundred archers shot in unison under the command of the horn sound.

Dense arrows flew out, knocking down all the people standing in front of them.

The servants suddenly woke up, and relying on their familiarity with the terrain, they dispersed to both sides and disappeared into the darkness.

The Xiongnu tried to find a place to hide from the rain of arrows, but there were only bushes and weeds nearby. So they retreated to the rear.

More than a hundred people rushed out from behind the earth wall.

Each of them held a long spear, and at the urging of the drumbeats, they advanced in a line, their spears shooting out like dragons.

"Puff!" The spear fiercely pierced into the body without any protection, creating a horrible blood hole.

"Puff! Puff!" Rows of long spears stabbed forward, turning everyone they met into blood gourds.

Yes, it’s the blood gourd.

There are not many enemy soldiers still standing, and everyone can be "allocated" several spears, which is really a blessing.

The spear jungle chased all the way to the river bank, and only retreated after driving the last enemy into the water.

The enemy ships on the river fired a symbolic volley of arrows, causing a few muffled groans.

Then the battlefield returned to calm.

The defenders and servants gasped for breath, their faces showing their relief at having survived the disaster.

The Huns on the river were still in shock and had lingering fears about this army that was very experienced in killing people.

The two sides quickly broke off contact.

The Huns rowed back to the north bank.

The silver spear warriors cleaned up the battlefield and eliminated the remaining enemies.

We had just arrived at the river bank by boat when such an encounter occurred. The educational significance was significant - now no one thinks that guarding the river bank is an easy task.

The Huns were not good at sailing, but they still tried their best to collect boats and ferried people to the island, intending to drive out the Jin people who built the city on the island.

There was no grand large-scale battle, but it was still extremely bloody.

The Huns will not easily give up the fight for Heyang. This is the thought that comes to everyone's mind.

When the sky was just beginning to turn pale, a general in golden armor jumped onto the riverbank and scanned his new territory with his sword.

Liu Ling carried a large flag with the word "Shao" on it and stuck it into the soft sand.

Seeing the big flag, everyone became excited.

"Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Chen is here!"

"Mr. Chen, my brother has been kidnapped by the Xiongnu. Go and rescue him."

"Mr. Chen, my family is in Hanoi. My wife and children have been captured by the Xiongnu. Please lead me back."

"Mr. Chen, I'm hungry..."

Teams of soldiers disembarked and lined up on the shore in an orderly manner.

Seeing these warriors full of murderous aura, the noise gradually subsided.

"Distribute the food so that everyone can have a good meal." Shao Xun waved his hand and ordered.

(End of this chapter)