Chapter 3814 Rainy Night Raid
Yuxi is located to the west of Chang'an, on the bank of the Weishui River, and to the south by the Qinling Mountains.
The spring rain was pouring, and Yang Tingfang stood in the tent, looking at the green and black mountains in the mist and rain in the distance to the south, with a heavy heart.
Behind him, Yang Yuanfang, the clan brother, put down his wine glass, burped, put a piece of meat on the plate on the table, put it into his mouth to chew, and sighed: "Ordinarily, the spring rain is continuous, it is time for spring plowing, as long as The summer is not too dry, and it will definitely be a good year. But we are hesitant here, unable to move forward or retreat, and how will we survive this winter?”
All members of the aristocratic families have food reserves, which they will never touch until absolutely necessary, so that they can withstand natural disasters and man-made disasters. But in the event of a natural disaster, it would be okay for the family members and relatives to survive, but who would be able to take care of the common people, servants and tenants?
All they can do is starve to death everywhere and eat each other.
The family is a landlord. Although they exploit the common people and slaves and tenants, the two parties are by no means incompatible. On the contrary, they have a deep bond. They basically will not ignore their servants and farmers and tenants to die of cold and hunger. Population is a big problem these days. There is no Who will cultivate the hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of acres of fertile land?
Yang Tingfang turned around and sat down at the table. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp. He frowned and said, "How can we care about spring plowing? The grain we brought has been used up. The second room is at Jinguangmen." A fire outside has almost burned up all the food in Guanlong. At present, Guanlong's army has too much to worry about and won't even worry about us in a few days. "
Yang Yuanfang also put down his chopsticks, not satisfied with the food.
If it had been in the past, he would have come up with a strategy to rob nearby villages and plunder food. Even many private armies who were trapped in Guanzhong and lacked food had come up with this idea. But after the Duan family in Nanyang was wiped out by Zuowuwei, who would dare to come up with it again? Such an idea is tantamount to seeking death...
Yang Yuanfang glanced out the window and whispered: "How about... let's just go back?"
The Luoyang Yang family is a branch of the Hongnong Yang family. As for how far back the blood relationship between the two parties is, even they themselves don’t know. Anyway, there are countless families in the world who claim to be a branch of the Hongnong Yang family. In fact, some people just cling to their names, and after dozens of generations of reproduction, no one can tell who is real and who is fake. In short, the Hongnong Yang family does not recognize them at all.
However, in the Luoyang area, the Yang family's foundation is still quite strong. This can be seen from the dispatch of 10,000 private soldiers at Changsun Wuji's invitation. This is a strength that can only be possessed by a powerful family in the world.
Yang Tingfang raised his eyebrows: "How to get there? Tongguan is blocked by Li Ji. Only entry is allowed but no exit is allowed. It is difficult to fly. Shang Yu's ancient road was tormented by Fang Er for a while, and now it is completely blocked by the Guanlong army... It's difficult."
Yang Yuanfang said: "We can take the Tangluo Road!"
Guanzhong is a beautiful place and a land of abundance. Because it is surrounded by mountains and rivers on all sides and blocks the inside and outside, it is a unique place with rich water and soil. But at the same time, the Qinling Mountains, which separates the east and west, have also become an insurmountable natural chasm. From ancient times to the present, the people of Guanzhong have opened several passages through the Qinling Mountains in order to go out. Among them, there are probably six large-scale passages: Chencang Road, Baoxie Road, Tangluo Road, Ziwu Road, Kugu Road and Wuguan Road.
Among them, Wuguan Road is part of the ancient Shang-Yu Road and is the only way to connect Guanzhong and Luoyang...
As for the Tangluo Road, it is named because after crossing the Qinling Mountains from Luoyu Valley in Chang'an, its southern exit is the Tangshui Valley, a tributary of the Hanjiang River, and can reach Hanzhong directly. From Hanzhong, you can go straight to Nanyang via the Shang Road, and continue north to reach Luoyang.
However, since the "Plank Road was built openly to cross Chencang secretly", the Chencang Road connecting Guanzhong and Hanzhong became the main post road, and the Tangluo Road gradually became less crowded and extremely difficult to travel.
Yang Tingfang made a mental calculation, shook his head and said: "The detour is too far, we don't have enough food, and it's impossible to get supplies along the way. It's very difficult."
Yang Yuanfang stepped forward and whispered: "We can rob the village! We usually don't dare because we are afraid of being killed by the army, but now we just grab a vote and leave. Who will chase us?"
Nowadays, the situation in Guanzhong is delicate. All parties are trying hard to maintain the balance and it is too late to strengthen the army. Who is willing to send troops to pursue a powerful private army?
Yang Tingfang was greatly moved.
Yang Yuanfang added: "Now the East Palace and Guan Long seem to be in peace talks, but in fact they are at war with each other. Especially Fang Er, who is unruly and unruly. He may send troops to fight without permission at any time. How dare Guan Long not take precautions? They are just a bunch of rabble. With the overwhelming numbers of people suppressing the East Palace, Li Jina did not dare to mobilize any more troops. Although there are many soldiers and generals on the border, they are far away from Tongguan. To reach here, you need to bypass the defense areas of the East Palace and Guanlong. Not only is it time-consuming and laborious, but a slight mistake will provoke a fierce reaction from both sides, causing the situation to collapse... Just give it a try and we’ll take a detour to Hanzhong and retreat to Luoyang, no one will care about us.”
His analysis was so sound and well-founded that Yang Tingfang nodded repeatedly.
No matter how the current situation in Chang'an changes, Guanlong's defeat is certain. If peace talks can be reached in the end and the family's fortune can be saved, it will be a blessing. How can they care about the life and death of these powerful private armies who have entered the customs?
Maybe during the peace talks, in order to please the Eastern Palace, they simply sold off their private armies. Instead of staying in Guanzhong and waiting for death, it would be better to grab enough food and retreat!
"Okay! Now choose a village or market town with abundant food, let's grab a ticket and go!"
"That's exactly what it should be!"
The two brothers immediately looked at the map, and finally chose a village not far from here, close to Zhongnan Mountain. They made a detailed plan, and then sent an order to the whole army to pack up and rest for the night. They would be up again tomorrow. Fire made food, and then the whole army was dispatched to rob the village and then rush straight to Luo Tuang Road to Hanzhong.
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Amidst the continuous rain at night, a well-equipped cavalry arrived outside the city. The cavalry on horseback were covered with raincoats. The rainwater slid down the smooth fur of the horses, like a dark cloud on the horizon, giving people a heavy oppression. .
Xin Mao put up a awning with his hand to cover the rain and looked at the dark military camp not far away. Several lanterns were hung on the flagpole and swayed in the breeze and night rain.
Several figures jumped out from the darkness, and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye, but they were several scouts from the Right Guards.
"Reporting to the brigade commander, everything is normal. The enemy troops are sleeping in the camp. There are only a few patrolling soldiers. They have been eliminated by us."
General Xin Mao did not have a military position, but this time he led his troops to serve as the vanguard. He and Cheng Wuting each had another army, so they were given the temporary position of "brigade commander" to facilitate command.
Wen Yan, General Xin Mao took off the bamboo hat on his head, stretched out his hand to pull out the horizontal knife, the sharp blade flashed coldly under the rain, and said in a deep voice: "Charge!"
With his legs clamped tightly on the horse's belly, he rushed towards the military camp in front of him, raising the horse's speed to the limit almost in an instant.
The soldiers around him drew their swords and spears one after another, and without saying a word, they urged their horses to charge towards the enemy camp in front of General Xin Mao. More than a thousand war horses galloped like a flood opening its gates, gushing out, and the sound of hoofbeats roared like rolling thunder, piercing the darkness of the rainy night.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The Yang family camp in Luoyang, where the night patrol soldiers had been assassinated, was shocked and convulsed until the soldiers came to the camp. Many soldiers screamed and howled at the top of their lungs, trying to wake up their companions in the left and right camps to join the enemy.
However, the cavalry of the Youtun Guards had already rushed in like a torrent, trampling through countless tents in an instant, with sharp swords flying, blood splattering, and corpses everywhere.
General Xin Mao knocked an enemy soldier to the ground with one knife and shouted: "The British government has an order to kill without mercy!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The charge of the cavalry under his command continued unabated, and they ran straight into the enemy camp. They trampled with iron hooves and slashed with horizontal swords, killing everyone on sight. In just one cup of tea, the camp of more than 10,000 people was wiped out. The private army, which was caught off guard, did not organize a decent interception or counterattack at all. They were chased and slaughtered like dolphins and dogs.
Blood sprayed and flowed, mixed with rainwater and gathered in the low-lying areas to form pools of blood. Countless corpses lay everywhere.
Yang Yuanfang woke up in his tent. In a panic, he put on a piece of clothing and rushed out of the door with a horizontal sword. He saw that the entire military camp had fallen into chaos. Countless cavalry in Tang Dynasty uniforms charged and killed wantonly. His subordinates The private army is running wild, crying for father and mother.
When his eyes were about to burst, he saw Yang Tingfang rushing out of the Chinese military tent next to him. He hurriedly rushed to catch him and said loudly: "Brother, leave quickly!"
Yang Tingfang said angrily: "Where to go? Fight to the end with the bandits!"
"Are you crazy? This is the regular army!"
As Yang Yuanfang spoke, he pulled Yang Tingfang's arm back: "Li Ji's army must have come to wipe out our clan's private army. They will definitely not be able to win. How many people will die! Let's escape quickly to Chang'an and let our grandson Wuji will bring justice to us!" (End of Chapter)