Chapter 95 Garbage Time


Chapter 95 Garbage Time

The sky is vast and the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind and the cattle and sheep are low.

Well, this is Liu Yuan’s hallucination. This place was a grass pavilion on the outskirts of Yecheng, and the place where he was sent was not an endless grassland, but he did think a lot, and his thoughts had long returned to the vast sea of ​​grass where he had galloped in his youth.

There is a rough wind there.

There are white sheep there.

There are galloping horses there.

There is a girl there whom I once liked in my early years...

After decades of separation, my temple hair has turned white.

Life is unpredictable. My wife has passed away long ago and my children have grown up.

And I have finally entered the twilight years of my life irrevocably.

"Can't see through, can't see through!" Liu Yuan smiled bitterly.

He didn’t understand why at this age, he still had to go back to the grassland to toil.

When Hu Yanyou first came, he was not very enthusiastic. Later, the emperor's brother refused to let him go and asked him to continue participating in the military in the shogunate. He agreed without any dissatisfaction.

But unexpectedly, within a few months, ambition gradually grew and eventually got out of hand.

Hu Yanyou once said something to him, which was a paraphrase of the words of the Right Xian King Liu Xuan (grandfather of Liu Yuantang): "The Left Xian King (Liu Yuan) is so heroic and martial that he will not rise to power if God does not want to raise the Xiongnu." This person is born in vain. Today, the Sima family is fighting against each other, and the whole world is in chaos, and it is time to revive Han Xie's cause!"

This sentence seemed to hit Liu Yuan's heart, making him trance-like. For a long time.

These days, Liu Yuan would chew on this sentence carefully every time he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep at night.

Emotionally speaking, he couldn't agree more.

Rationally speaking, he felt it was pointless.

The Xiongnu have been in disarray for a long time, how can they return to the great cause of expelling Han Xie!

The education he has received all year round tells him to give up. He is already old and has half his foot in the coffin. Why should he still accompany those careerists to cause trouble?

Do they really obey you from the bottom of their hearts?

You have been away from home for so many years. How many old acquaintances in the tribe are still alive?

Those people speak vulgarly, have no integrity, and have no morals. Are you the same as them?

Staying with wild beasts will make people cruel, which is not in line with your code of conduct for most of your life.

Following back and forth like this, Liu Yuan had repeated conflicts in his heart, which was extremely tormenting.

Until Sima Ying made a decision for him, everything was relieved!

Before leaving, Liu Yuan took one last look at the scenery on the outskirts of Yecheng.

Noda Hiroshi opened up the river, and the rivers and canals passed each other. Why is the millet so gloomy? The flowing waves stir up sorrowful sounds.

Farewell, Yecheng.

The former Liu Yuanhai was probably dead forever...

After getting on his horse, he never looked back. Surrounded by guests and servants, he headed west all the way, working hard, and arrived at Zuoguocheng in only more than ten days.

At the end of September, Youxian King Liu Xuan and others worshiped Liu Yuan as the Great Chanyu.

Then he headed to Lishi to gather his tribe and make it his capital.

Although the country has not yet been officially established, the rise of the Xiongnu power is already difficult to stop.

At the beginning, things were complicated and complicated, which made Liu Yuan very tired. When he had some free time, he once wanted to hire scholars from the Central Plains to help, but there were only a few who responded.

Scholars are not good enough, so he wants to recruit soldiers.

At this time, a figure appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a bright spring day in March, and the banks of the Qili River were green and gurgling. The brave young man rode alone, kicked into the enemy formation, captured the owner of a building alive and returned.

There are so many talented people in the Central Plains.

The brave young man who accepted my good bow didn’t know what he was busy with...

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Shao Xun was busy scolding Zhang Fang.

This man-eating demon king spent half a month, traveling more than a hundred miles, cutting down trees, and then building siege equipment. By the time it was almost done, it was already late September.

Facing the narrow and cramped terrain outside Luoyang City, the Western Army was furious.

Every trick was used, including setting fires and demolishing houses. Finally, a site was cleared in the north of the city, which could barely accommodate 3,000 people.

The siege began, but it did not go well.

If you give Mi Huang and Shao Xun half a month, they won't do nothing.

At least, the morale of the military has stabilized.

Wang Yan used his sharp tongue again and "borrowed" 3,000 people from the nobles and merchants. After organizing them into troops, they were strictly trained, so Luoyang had another mobile force.

This city seems to be more and more unbreakable.

"Zhang Fang, the pot is ready, waiting for you to clean it." Chen Yougen stood at the top of the city and shouted loudly.

After he shouted, ten specially selected sergeants with loud voices repeated it in unison.

The sound spread far away, and the defenders at the top of the city burst into laughter.

After hearing this, Xi Jun’s face looked a little unnatural.

Although they eat human flesh, it does not mean that they think it is right in their hearts. After being openly ridiculed by the defenders, everyone lost their composure and their morale was a bit low.

"Shao Xun, what are you doing hiding in a turtle shell? You look like a woman, come out and fight me." Zhang Fang's son Zhang Zhuan rode a divine war horse and passed the battlefield far away. . After Zhang Zhi passed by, several of his soldiers came forward again, taking turns to provoke him.

Shao Xun laughed loudly, picked up his bow and arrow, and shot down two thieves one after another. Zhang Yan was so frightened that he slapped his horse and ran away, and there was a roar of cheers from the top of the city.

In the Xijun camp, Zhang Fang stood on a high platform and watched from a distance.

The siege has begun.

The drummer took off his shirt and went into battle shirtless, beating the war drum.

More than two thousand infantry soldiers pushed ladder trucks, stepped over the filled trenches, and rushed straight towards the towering Luoyang City Wall.

As soon as they approached, arrows rained down from the top of the city like dense raindrops.

Someone hid in the belly of the ladder truck nearby.

Someone held a large shield and protected them tightly.

But the arrows were too dense, and people in the advancing team kept falling, and the screams of the dying struggle were so shocking.

As we approached the base of the city wall, there were falling rocks, soup water, boiling oil, and golden juice falling from the top of the city wall.

No matter how brave you are, no matter how many layers of armor you wear, you can't help but roll and scream in pain when the hot golden juice is poured on you.

Being injured like this is no different from death, even more painful.

Zhang was expressionless.

No one is immune to death in a war. His heart has long been hardened. No matter how many deaths he has, he will not be moved at all. What he cares about is whether attacking the city like this is effective.

Now it seems that it is not going too well.

“We’ve reached the top of the city.” A soldier exclaimed.

Zhang Fang perked up and watched attentively.

The first group of people who climbed onto the city wall were not many, about twenty or so.

They are all rare warriors in the army. They wear heavy armor and have amazing strength. They are also brave and good at fighting. Most people don't dare to breathe when they stand in front of them.

"Perhaps, it's possible for them..." A glimmer of hope ignited in Zhang Fang's heart.

But this hope soon turned into disappointment, because a dense crossbow bolt suddenly flew out from the top of the city. The warrior who had just climbed to the top of the city was shot to the ground before his footing was stable.

There was a cry from the city. Some soldiers ignored the arrows and rushed over to snatch the corpse.

Obviously, the master of the private army died in the war. The guests felt like mourning their heirs and tried their best to get the body back, otherwise they would not be able to explain.

"Alas!" There were sighs one after another all around.

Zhang Fang didn’t want to watch anymore and got off the high platform directly.

The soldiers looked at each other and followed.

"How many days can the camp's grain and grass last?" Zhang Fang grabbed the grain officer and asked.

The grain officer was a little scared, swallowed dryly, and said reluctantly: "It can last for half a month."

"Didn't you send anyone out to search?"

"We have collected as much as possible. Otherwise, we would have run out of food.”

“Trash, if you can’t find any more food, wait until you’re done with it,” Zhang Fang said angrily, kicking the grain official.

The grain officer rolled away and crawled away.

Zhang Fang pulled out his saber and slashed the wooden pillar hard.

When he led his troops to fight, he never had enough food and grass, so he had to find ways to raise it on the spot, which led to many shocking incidents.

The food and grass problem is actually not fatal.

What is really fatal is the war situation in Hebei.

The two towns of Bingzhou and Youzhou combined more than 100,000 troops, which was extremely powerful, but the King of Chengdu only had less than 20,000 troops.

Zhang Fang can even boldly say that Yecheng is basically doomed and will not survive next month at the latest.

After the death of the King of Chengdu, where will the King of Hejian be placed? Where to put Zhang Fang?

Sima Yue was not dead and ran back to Xuzhou. He still had time to issue a message calling on all the officials to attack the two kings of Chengdu and Hejian.

Can King Hejian really resist such a powerful force?

Okay, even if King Hejian can resist, what will Zhang Fang do?

More than 20,000 people marched under Luoyang City. The divisions and veterans were exhausted. Then they waited for soldiers and horses from all over the country to gather and annihilate them all in one fell swoop?

Zhang Fang has begun to think about leaving.

I tested it today. The enemy's combat strength was average, but they had the advantage of defending the city. They could still drive off the elite soldiers he sent over.

In this case, there is no need to try any more, this battle is impossible to win.

A hard-trained elite soldier, a brave and tough heavy-armored warrior, can be easily doused with gold juice and boiling water to death. Is it a loss?

It is better to go back.

Zhang Fang's eyes looked north. Before leaving, he always wanted to take something with him.

He called his son Zhang Zhi and gave some secret instructions.

(End of this chapter)

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