Chapter 895 Mobilization
Chapter 895 Mobilization (Part )
Starting from March, Shao Xun stayed in the palace to accompany his parents, and sometimes went to the fields to grow vegetables himself.
Apart from parents, there is also the need to get along with wives, concubines and children.
In the twelfth month of the eighth year of the Shengui reign (324), Yin gave birth to a daughter, and now Guanqiu is pregnant.
Finally, it’s the Jing family.
Shao Xun felt that he had neglected her a bit. He took her home and kept using her as a human musical instrument, or listened to her singing to relax him. This was a bit too much, so Jing also became pregnant.
His life was so plain and simple.
In mid-March, he issued a mobilization order for war...
Not far from Baichaowu, the sound of jingling can be heard even at night.
Blacksmith Chang Wei sat by the moss-covered wall, breathing softly.
This is Xin'an Ironworks, one of the three largest iron smelting cities under the jurisdiction of the Military Equipment Bureau. It is responsible for the production of many weapons, such as long swords.
A quarter of an hour ago, he had just finished a game and was exhausted.
The longsword is not a longsword. It sounds awkward, but it is the truth.
To be honest, it is a bit like the ancient horse-slaying sword, but it is thicker and heavier, consumes a lot of iron, and has a reverse blade, making it very difficult to make.
Sometimes, Chang Wei thought that if he turned it into a knife and equipped it with a long handle, he could kill both the man and the horse at the same time, but that seemed to consume more iron.
Of course, the long sword has many advantages.
Once, King Liang came here for an inspection and distributed rewards. He drank a little too much during the feast and said that this weapon evolved from the "Mo Dao" and could only be used by tall and strong people, and ordinary people could not control it.
If we can gather 5,000 long sword soldiers, we will immediately have them wear black clothes and give them the name "Black Cloud Long Sword Army", or form "Left and Right Long Sword Army", to crush the enemy and be unstoppable. Even if we encounter enemy cavalry, we can cut them down with one sword, so that "both the man and the horse will be crushed to pieces".
Thinking of this, Chang Wei grinned.
If the horse is really cut off, the sword will also break. It is not possible to say that a copper guard will be added to the other side of the sword blade.
The sound of horse hooves came.
"Chang Wei, get up quickly and follow me." The man pointed with his whip and shouted loudly.
"Where are you going?" Chang Wei stood up subconsciously, bowed hurriedly, and asked.
"Yanmen." The visitor didn't say much, but only added: "Get a few more apprentices with superb skills and go on the journey together."
"Yes." Chang Wei was startled and agreed.
The man quickly rode his horse to another place.
The rhythmic sounds of iron hammering and bellows at Xin'an Ye were disrupted.
A moment later, a large group of blacksmiths with their upper bodies naked were gathered together.
The young men on duty pulled carriages, one after another, and torches extended to the farthest places in the night.
Doors after doors were pushed open.
The women seized the last moment to stuff the prepared steamed cakes and Hu cakes into their bags, giving instructions tirelessly.
The child bit his fingers and cried loudly as he looked at his father who was about to be separated from him.
Chang Wei sighed, squatted down, touched his son's head, and said, "Grandpa will be back soon."
The son just pulled his clothes and said nothing.
Chang Wei gently pried open his son's fingers and said, "More than a decade ago, I collapsed outside Guangchengze and was dying. It was King Liang who saved me. He asked me to join the army to fight, so I went."
The woman heard the conversation between the father and son, her eyes turned red, and she said, "Swords have no eyes on the battlefield, be careful."
"I'm just repairing equipment with the army." Chang Wei stood up, waved his hand impatiently, then slung his bag over his shoulder and strode away under the starry sky.
Horse-drawn carriages, ox-drawn carts, and donkey-drawn carts passed by the door.
The car was filled with gleaming weapons, all covered with thatch.
Some cars were full of people, each looking towards home.
At this time, Xin'an Ye is like a city that never sleeps.
Columns of smoke rose high as the fire burned all night long.
After they left, the clinking sound seemed to become more frequent and never stopped.
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Bian Tao woke up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely.
He had a strange dream: Liang Wang's brother Shao Fan came with a group of wolf-like and tiger-like soldiers to capture him. In addition to torturing and humiliating him, they also tied his hands and feet tightly and threw him into a wilderness, leaving him to be trampled by a herd of horses.
"What bad luck!" Bian Tao stood up cursing, ignoring the surprised look of the woman beside him, and went straight to the main hall, picked up a bowl of cold water, and drank it happily.
Halfway through drinking, he seemed to realize something and slowly put down the teacup.
His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
There were already voices rising and falling in the manor.
People were coming and going on the flying stack, and the sound of equipment colliding could be heard continuously.
The archers, who were usually treated like masters, nervously strung their bows, then grabbed their quivers and rushed up to the corner tower in two steps.
Bian Tao seemed to wake up suddenly, and immediately rushed to the corner tower with a pale face.
The soldiers saluted one after another.
Bian Tao ignored him completely and just lay on the wall, staring at the post road in the distance with wide eyes.
On the post road, a long line of torches stretched as far as the eye could see.
The dense sound of horse hooves was like muffled thunder, striking people's heartstrings. Countless soldiers rode on horseback, marching all night at a very fast speed.
"There must be several thousand of them." The general smacked his lips and said with emotion: "Those coming from the east should be the government soldiers of Gaoping and Dongping counties."
"Zuo Feilongwei?" Bian Tao muttered to himself, "Who is rebelling again?"
No one could answer him, as everyone was stunned by the endless sea of cavalry. Even if there were only a few thousand of them, it was still unsettling in the dark night, because the sound of horse hooves was everywhere, as if they were surrounded.
The field fell silent for a moment, and everyone was quietly savoring the momentum of the mighty army.
The order of one man actually attracted so many brave warriors to rush to the battlefield without hesitation. The sweet taste of this power is enough to make people savor it for a whole night...
In the marching column, Qin San was already a little tired.
As an old soldier who had followed King Liang twenty years ago, he was already over forty years old and had only just been promoted to the position of the commander of the Daye Longxiang Mansion. His progress was relatively slow.
This is his last chance.
The hurried sound of horse hooves was like a horn inspiring him to move forward. The heat in his chest burned again and again, dispelling his fatigue and suppressing the confusion in his heart.
If he is like this, then so are the 9,600 soldiers of the Zuo Feilong Guard.
This year, they can also be promoted based on their merits when they fight in the battlefield.
Therefore, attacking Shengle and earning military merit is what everyone desires most.
No one can stop them.
Suo Tou was destined to become a stepping stone for this group of killers who would do anything for fame and fortune.
Kill! Kill to Shengle, kill to Yinshan, kill to the distance. Fame and wealth will be taken by swords and guns...
Bian Tao kept watching the east until dawn before he quietly went down the city wall.
Unknowingly, while he was taking drugs, drinking and ignoring worldly affairs, someone else had been fighting for twenty years.
In the past twenty years, great changes have taken place.
In the past twenty years, he has become a powerful figure and no one can bring him down.
War after war added to his supreme prestige.
When this prestige reaches its peak, the heaven and earth will change color.
Bian Tao felt a little discouraged, but he couldn't tell why.
The family soldiers were still guarding the wall, but their eyes had turned to the Bian River in the distance.
On the sparkling river, ships loaded with food were lined up everywhere, adding nutrients to the impending war.
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Outside Shangdang City, drizzle continued.
"Lan Hu, eighty-four men were sent out."
"Qiu Dan, fifty-two men."
"Shi Mian, send out 66 men."
"Shi Xing, send out 105 men..."
Amid the shouts and neighs of horses, clan leaders led their followers, saluted in unison, then turned and left.
The hound barked loudly, as if unhappy with the people who were dismantling the tent and its kennel.
The young master gently stroked the dog's head and calmed it down.
On the hillside, a flock of dirty sheep bleated as they moved northward.
The lead sheep walked majestically in front, and the other sheep followed closely, like a marching column.
Occasionally a naughty lamb would stray from the group, but would soon be whipped back by the shepherd's loud whip.
Liu Runzhong stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at the earth.
The grass is green and the water is white.
Groups of gray figures began to gather and rushed towards the north like streams merging into a river.
From time to time, large splashes of water appeared on the surface of the river. Those were the knights who couldn't wait to queue up to cross the bridge and waded through the water to the other side.
War horses snorted, weapons clanged, golden eagles soared into the sky, and trumpets sounded throughout the fields.
The torrent of knights had already rushed forward for a long distance.
They flowed out of the flat valley, over the ridge, and disappeared into the rainy day.
Gradually, a large army of countless cattle and sheep caught up with them from the other side of the river.
The two torrents merged together, almost covering the entire valley...
Behind them, the tents disappeared one by one as if by magic.
Instead, there were carriages packed to the brim.
The old horse neighed in pain and struggled in the mud with a sense of fate.
The fit woman and the young boy jumped off the car and pushed it hard.
The old man rode the horse leisurely, holding a dozen reins in his hands. Amid the crisp sound of bells, more horses followed behind him, one after another, without end.
Behind the war horses, a group of triumphant knights galloped past regardless of the mud.
The loud pastoral songs rang out from their mouths, attracting everyone's attention.
Seeing that a woman had noticed them, the knight held his head high and chest out, deliberately revealing the exquisite silver ornaments on his saddle.
These are the bravest and most courageous warriors under the command of the nobles.
They were eager to kill, to pursue fame and fortune, to be recognized by the people of Jin, and to be favored by the King of Liang...
The nobles made it very clear that there was no one in the world more generous than the Great Chanyu of Liang. If they did not fight hard for him, the Jie people of Shangdang would never have a chance to rise and would have no chance of being accepted by the people of Jin.
Kill them! Kill them at Shengle, and take away their cattle, sheep, and women. The Great Chanyu of Liang will exchange them for gold and silk.
Kill! Kill all the way to the Yin Mountains, chase the enemy to the north, and don't give them a chance to breathe. The Great Chanyu of Liang will be amazed at your bravery and will reward you with his brocade robe.
The rain gradually stopped.
Liu Runzhong went down the mountain, mounted his horse, drew his sword and pointed it to the north.
The sound of howling wolves suddenly resounded throughout the valley.
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