Chapter 457 Luck

Chapter 457 Luck

Chapter 457 Luck
At the end of June and the beginning of July, more and more people gathered in Heyang.

After the summer sowing, troops from all over the country set out one after another, with hundreds to thousands of people arriving every day.

Yin Xi was transferred out of the Yicong Army and served as the deputy commander of the newly established Zhuosheng Army.

On the third day of July, after going to Jingu Garden to receive the seal of the military supervisor issued by the court, he returned to the northern city of Heyang to reorganize his troops.

"Where are you from?" Yin Xi was a child of aristocratic family. He sat at the top, enjoying his meals and wine leisurely, while the clerks shouted at the top of their voices, registering the names of the soldiers one by one.

"I'm from Jiacheng." A big man said loudly with his head held high and his chest puffed out.

Yin Xi glanced at it.

This man was dressed in green, with a bow and a sword hanging from his waist. Behind him were two servants and two horses, one of which was carrying a tube-sleeved armor on its back.

"Why did you join the army?" The clerk was about to ask his name when Yin Xi asked from a distance.

"Just like a general, fight for an official position." said the big man.

"You can afford these equipment, so your family must be well-off, right?" Yin Xi asked.

"We still have more than ten hectares of land."

"With this business, why not become a rich man?"

The big man licked his lips and said, "My family got these ten hectares of land from a scholar's family. No one in his family has been an official for three generations, and the family fell into poverty, so the family property was divided up by others."

"You are honest." Yin Xi laughed and said, "Is this why you insist on becoming an official?"

"I heard that Mr. Chen is a man from heaven who has opened the door to convenience for the vast majority of warriors. If I fail to seize this opportunity, I am afraid that my descendants will blame me in the future."

Yin Xi was somewhat moved after hearing this.

Many people underestimated Mr. Chen's influence in requesting official positions for military men.

In fact, this move not only inspired his private troops and garrison soldiers, but also had great appeal to local tyrants outside the system.

They have land, soldiers and food, but no opportunities.

When the world is in chaos, this is a typical local instability factor.

If you give them opportunities and incorporate them into the system, the unstable factors will disappear completely, and they can even become your helpers.

They are too eager to stand out and too eager to launder their legal or illegal wealth. All this is difficult to do without an official position.

Mr. Chen gave them a chance.

Someone caught him and came to seek refuge at night.

Some people hesitated, thinking that it was not impossible to muddle through the current life and wait until they could no longer make it.

Some people are satisfied and think that the rich man can continue to do this.

People in the same situation will have very different future outcomes because of the different choices they make.

There is no right or wrong in this choice, because not everyone who chooses to pursue wealth and fame can live to achieve success, and those who choose to maintain the status quo will not necessarily be suppressed and their families will be broken up.

This is the charm of life, it's unpredictable.

"What a brave man!" Yin Xi praised, stood up, picked up a glass of wine, handed it to the man, and asked, "Would you like to drink?"

This is not the wine jar used at scholars' gatherings, but a larger wine bowl filled with green wine.

The warrior took it and drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay!" Yin Xi laughed: "How many people did you bring with you?"

"Ten cavalrymen and more than fifty infantrymen."

"There are more than just these people in your family, right?"

"People with average abilities should not be brought out to embarrass themselves."

"Okay, what's your name?"

"Gao Zhen."

"You and Governor Gao are actually from the same family." Yin Xi said with a smile, "I will be the boss, and you can be the deputy."

The commander-in-chief of the Zhuosheng Army was Gao Yi, who was also one of Shao Xun's early followers and was originally the Sima of the Fubing Biebu.

"Thank you, General." Gao Zhen was overjoyed.

"Don't thank me yet." Yin Xi said, "We are here to capture the living soldiers, so we only accept cavalry. The infantry you brought will be disbanded and incorporated into the Zhongwu Army. Are you willing?"

"Willingly."

"Good, that's great." Yin Xi praised, "Take your people to get their military uniforms."

"Yes." Gao Zhen walked towards his own troops, first explained the whole story to the fifty-odd infantrymen, and then took nine cavalrymen to receive robes, which was considered as formal enlistment.

Yin Xi sat back down and watched silently.

The powerful people in other counties are like this, so why not the branches of the aristocratic families like his?
If his sister had not been married as a concubine into Mr. Chen's mansion, he would not have decisively led his family troops to join the Yicong Army, and their branch might not have fared so well.

After all, the Changping Yin family is not a very large family. The main branch is in such a bad state, not to mention their side branches.

It's not easy for everyone.

Mr. Chen actually gave everyone a chance, a way to break away from the existing evaluation system and get promoted based on their martial arts skills.

This path is actually very rare, and it might be forced to close one day because it can't bear the pressure. Before it closes, this is an opportunity. Even if you originally studied literature, it's best to think of yourself as a warrior now, and try to win military merits and obtain an official position. If you really don't have the ability to fight, you can just become a clerk in the army. Since there are few opportunities to make merits, you can just wait for your seniority.

Today, seeing powerful people like Gao Zhen coming to join him, Yin Xi didn't say anything, but he was thinking a lot in his heart.

With the support of these people, Mr. Chen's foundation is extremely solid.

Not long ago, someone mentioned privately that Mr. Chen was of humble origin, and if the nobles no longer supported him, he might not last long.

Now it seems that he has made a name for himself. Even if the nobles do not support him, he has attracted more and more warriors around him. Moreover, they are no longer the low-level warriors with no culture. In addition to the students he taught, there are also local tyrants who learn literature and martial arts, which further consolidates his foundation.

He was able to manipulate the situation with ease, which was really amazing.

My sister is right, this is the best military strategy in the world.

On July 11, General Gao Yi, commander of the Zhuosheng Army, returned from Jingu Garden after attending instructions. The first thing he did was to summon the troops who were in training and cross the river to the north on the pontoon bridge.

Almost at the same time, the main cavalry of the Yicong Army attacked from the north city and engaged in a fierce battle with the Huns who were monitoring outside the city.

The war broke out suddenly at an unexpected time.

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The summer night was extremely hot and muggy. The sky was overcast and there was not a breath of wind.

The heavy rain was about to fall, and it was so unbearable that it drove people crazy. Even the horses were restless and neighed constantly, and were in poor condition.

"These beasts like the cool mountains. This weather is really uncomfortable for them." In the wilderness grass, Gao Zhen fanned himself with his felt hat and kept talking.

"Oh, you haven't been to the south." Someone laughed and said, "That area is not conducive to cavalry. It's not just the rivers and lakes that are crisscrossed, there's a lot of mud, and the horses can't stand it. They get sick all the time, so they can't fight at all."

"If the cavalry is not enough, then rely on the infantry. Didn't the Jin Dynasty destroy Wu by sending out troops from several directions?"

"It's fate. Before destroying Wu, didn't Cao Wei and Guochao think about destroying Wu? Why didn't they succeed? Now Jiangdong has more people, money, and military strength than Dongwu. How can we destroy it?"

"Then wait for the opportunity."

Several landlords and powerful people started talking about the mountains, without any sense of tension about the impending war.

Apart from women and money, what men like to talk about most is the general situation of the world, from ancient times to the present.

"Shut up." Yin Xi walked over and said coldly, "This is not a rural fight, but a real fight on the battlefield. It's not that I look down on you, but if you continue to underestimate the enemy, you will be killed by the Xiongnu herdsmen sooner or later. Do you really think they are inferior? During the Later Han Dynasty, they used money to fight wars for more than a hundred years. Aren't their tricks of killing people on the battlefield better than yours?"

These words left everyone speechless.

They came from wealthy families, often practiced archery and horse riding, and boasted of their extraordinary martial arts skills. But were their battle experience really as strong as that of the Xiongnu?
Even if he is just a poor shepherd, he may have been a mercenary.

They have more experience than you!
It seems easy for the Yicong Army to deal with the Xiongnu herdsmen, because they are also warriors who have fought on the battlefield for many years. What are you? People who fight in the countryside?

"Follow orders in a moment. Each family should return to their own family and cooperate with each other." Yin Xi added, "If anyone hesitates and refuses to move forward, he will be executed immediately without mercy."

"Yes." Everyone's heart trembled and they responded softly.

Yin Xi smiled and said, "Bring your equipment and set off."

Everyone jumped up, called their troops, led their horses, passed through the sparse woods, crossed the dense wormwood, crossed the dark river, and arrived at a mountain port.

Yin Xi subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

Although he couldn't see anything clearly, he knew that the Yellow River was over there, watching them silently.

The main force of the Yicong Army attacked fiercely despite casualties, attracting a large number of Huns and creating an opportunity for battle.

However, this fighter plane is extremely small, and a large group of cavalry would certainly find it difficult to avoid being spotted. Only a small group of people would have a chance.

There was a camp two miles away, with a faint glow of fire.

In the darkness of the night, there was almost no movement.

At some point, several riders came running back from the front, walked up to Yin Xi, and reported in a low voice.

Yin Xi no longer hesitated, jumped on his horse and rushed forward.

Seventy or eighty riders followed closely behind and rushed down the mountain.

The distance of two miles was reached in an instant.

"Bang!" The brazier was kicked over first.

Some of the men dismounted and set fires everywhere.

Another group of people rushed directly to the Huns' camp near the livestock pens.

When the horses' hooves trampled on the ground, the Huns, who had just stood up in a daze, were scattered all over the place.

"Puff!" The saber slashed across his chest and abdomen, and his intestines flowed out amidst the blood.

"Swoosh!" In the dim firelight, the arrow hit the forehead.

"Ah!" The lance was raised high, and a scream pierced the night sky.

In an instant, all the Huns guarding the livestock pens were killed or wounded.

The fire burned more and more fiercely.

The animals in the pen became restless and began to cry out.

To the north of the livestock pen is a huge wooden fence.

At this time, the fence gate had just been opened, and seven or eight Hun herdsmen rushed out. Before they could figure out the situation, a rain of arrows shot at them and drove them back.

The commotion inside the fence grew more intense.

After a while, almost everyone was awakened.

"Kill!" Gao Zhen rushed forward breathlessly, followed by more than twenty warriors, holding short weapons and shields, and rushed straight inside through the door.

To be honest, his legs were a little weak, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was extremely pale. But he barely suppressed the fear in his heart, yelled, and fought with the oncoming Huns.

"Bang!" The shield blocked the attack, and Gao Zhen subconsciously swung his sword to counterattack. He didn't expect to knock down the enemy with this one blow, but the feeling of the sharp blade entering the flesh made him feel excited.

"Ah!" A Hun boy of about twelve or thirteen years old screamed, covering his neck and falling to the ground.

Someone nearby stood out from the crowd, relying on the iron armor inherited from his ancestors to withstand the blow, and then swung his sword to cut with such strength that it was jaw-dropping.

"Puff!" Blood gushed out and an old head rolled to the ground.

"Kill the bandits!" More people rushed in, hacking and killing anyone they saw.

The young Hun men, old men, and strong women who stood up hastily kept falling to the ground.

Everyone was greatly encouraged when they saw this. If there were no young and strong men, then what were they waiting for!
Kill! Kill them all!
Yin Xi led more than thirty riders and circled outside the fence.

More than ten riders had just rushed out, some of them were intercepted by them, six of them were killed, and the rest disappeared into the dark night.

No one is rushing out now. Maybe they are dead, or maybe they don’t dare. Who knows?

"You, go inside and pass the message that anyone who drops his weapon and kneels on the ground will not be killed!" Yin Xi called someone and gave the order.

"Yes." The man turned his horse and rushed into the fence.

Yin Xi stopped his horse and stood.

He also realized that there were actually not many people in this camp, only about two or three hundred men, women, young and old, and it might be a clan under a certain tribe.

There were few young and strong men left in the camp, and not many horses either; they might have all been drafted to the front.

So much the better!
The people under my command don't have much combat experience. If they encounter a strong force left behind, they may not be able to defeat them.

The first battle today was a success. It was his luck, and also the luck of the new guys under him.

(End of this chapter)