Chapter 210 I will come back
Going north from Luoyang, crossing the Mang Mountain and crossing the river, and arriving in Hanoi, it was all too familiar to Shao Xun.
Four years ago, he left Luoyang and went north to welcome the late emperor back to Beijing. This was the path he took.
This time I was chasing the enemy, and I had another feeling in my heart: Long years of war have caused great depression in the north of Mangshan. The villages that were once occasionally seen have completely disappeared, replaced by all There are various kinds of forts and earthen fences.
The people in Wubao have also undergone great changes.
There are many people with Hebei accent, and quite a few with Bingzhou accent. Apparently, after escaping, they settled in docks along the Yellow River and formed strongholds to protect themselves. It was not easy!
In the evening of that day, they pursued them to the vicinity of Fupingjin. Almost all the ships were occupied by the defeated troops, ferrying people and horses back and forth.
"Whoosh!" Shao Xun paused his horse on the ground, drew out his horn bow, raised his hand and fired an arrow. An officer of Wang Mi's tribe who was gathering the defeated troops fell off his horse.
As if it was a signal, the broken troops gathered near the ferry immediately exploded.
Some people fled in all directions and hid in woods and houses.
Some people slipped away into the distance, trying to stay away from the ferry, and then used the night to find a way to escape.
More people flocked to more than ten ferries that had not had time to leave.
They completely lost their fighting spirit and did not dare to look back at all. They jumped into the water, trudged through the mud, or swam in, holding on to the boat gang.
"Crash!" A ship full of broken soldiers lost its balance and rolled over directly in the water.
The defeated soldiers screamed in shock, being covered by the capsized ship.
The rushing water washed over them. The defeated soldiers floated and sank a few times, and soon disappeared.
After seeing such a tragic situation, the defeated troops on other ships became anxious.
Someone pulled out a saber and waved it repeatedly at the hand that grabbed the boatman. They screamed for a while, and there were countless bloody severed fingers in the cabin.
“Kill your comrades, and you will die a happy death!”
“Take me with you, just take me with you!”
"I have treasures in my arms. I give them all to you. Let me get on the boat."
The defeated soldiers in the water cried, cursed, begged, or offered inducements, but to no avail. At this moment of life and death, no one is a fool. Even if one or two people are soft-hearted, others will not agree.
The last batch of ferries carried hundreds of people away, leaving almost ten times as many people on the south bank of the Yellow River.
"Charge!" Shao Xun put away his horned bow, raised his horse's stall, and charged straight down.
More than a hundred soldiers and Yi Cong riders followed closely behind, shouting loudly, firing arrows and stabbing with spears, and dispersed the slightly condensed broken troops again.
Shao Xun's horse had already picked up a corpse. He flicked it hard, and the strong pressure almost made the horse fall to the ground.
"Bang!" The corpse fell into the crowd, and a large area was scattered.
The soldiers and loyal followers took the opportunity to kill them and drove left and right.
The defeated soldiers panicked and jumped into the river, killing countless people.
The sound of horse hooves sounded again in the distance.
Shao Xun looked for his name and saw densely packed Liangzhou horses appearing on a high slope.
Not long after, several riders came running quickly.
Tang Jian wanted to step forward to stop him, but Shao Xun held him back.
With the horse in hand, I have the world!
Riding a horse with armor on its body, a spear in its hand, and a quiver and horn bow hanging on the saddle, what are you afraid of?
"Is this the Marquis of Lu Yang in front of you?" Several riders stopped more than ten steps away, and the leader bowed.
"Exactly." Shao Xun glanced at this person from a distance. He couldn't see the details of his appearance clearly, but he felt that he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark skin, and thick and powerful arms. He was holding a big halberd and lifting it with ease, and just then he galloped. At that time, his riding skills were excellent, and the combination of man and horse was very good.
A well-trained veteran warrior on the battlefield!
"A certain Beigong Chun from Liangzhou." The visitor briefly introduced himself and said, "After observing for a while, Marquis Lu Yang has excellent riding skills and superb archery. A horse's spear can make people move up and down. Flying with great stability, precision and ruthlessness, and knowing the secret of being powerful and powerful when sweeping forward. Even in Liangzhou, there are very few people who are so good at it."
In fact, Bei Gongchun also has a very fond impression of the person not far away.
There is no other reason. He looks like a martial artist and is very appetizing.
The aura of a martial artist cannot be hidden. The appearance, temperament and small movements of his hands and feet cannot be seen by a layman, but an expert can see everything at a glance.
People like them are completely different from generals who come from aristocratic families.
They can't learn the elegant Confucian style of generals from others, nor can they learn the style of tough generals like them who come up from the bottom step by step.
“It turns out that he is the governor of Beigong.” Shao Xun glanced at the Liangzhou cavalry who were rushing towards the defeated troops, turned over and dismounted, and said with a smile: “I have heard people tell you about the reputation of Liangzhou 豱苕. . The general made the first contribution in the battle of Jinyang Gate. How magnificent!”
Beigong smiled proudly.
Shao Xun's more than two hundred cavalry were of average quality and had limited combat effectiveness, so he didn't take them seriously yet.
But Marquis Luyang himself is a rare and brave cavalryman in the Central Plains, and he doesn't mind getting acquainted with him.
"On the border of Liangzhou, Qiangzhong and Xianbei rebel at every turn. It is not uncommon to see tens of thousands of horsemen. Our officers and men have long been accustomed to it." Beigong Chun laughed and said: "Fight as you should. If the thief wants to kill me, why don't we have to face each other in a life-and-death battle? The man on the horse and the soldiers on the ground only have one life, and the worst is to die with the enemy."
"The general is indeed heroic." Shao Xun praised. Bei Gongchun seemed to have heard many such compliments and didn't care.
Today was also the first time the two of them met. It was not suitable for them to have a casual conversation. After the greetings were completed, they said goodbye and left.
Shao Xun didn't take it seriously and asked someone to gather a group of prisoners before heading back home.
I chased him all the way to the bank of the Yellow River until he was done.
Wang Mi's rebellion can be regarded as being pacified in stages.
This man was defeated repeatedly in Qingzhou. After being driven out, he quickly passed through Henan in less than two months and reached the gates of Luoyang City.
At the peak of his life, Shao Xun, Bei Gongchun and others brutally suppressed him, and his tribe was scattered, which was horrific.
After seven or eight years of war in the middle and late stages of the Eight Kings Rebellion, the refugee armies should no longer be able to shake the rule of the Jin court. They all turned around and were defeated.
They are short of food and equipment, lack of talent, irregular army construction, and too weak combat effectiveness. Although they have a large number of people and have tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of soldiers, they are often defeated by regular troops who are much smaller than them. , the fate of destruction is inevitable.
Shi Le, Wang Mi and others who survived by chance could only survive by selling themselves to another regime, barely settling down, and carrying out the formalization of the army with difficulty.
But the war was not over.
What will begin next will be a war between regimes that is larger in scale, more brutal, and has a higher overall technical and tactical level.
The Huns have sharpened their swords.
Liu Yuanhai couldn't help it anymore.
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On the other side of the Yellow River, Wang Mi, Liu Ling and others sighed and were silent.
Although they relied on a large number of scapegoats to buy time for the two to escape, after all, they were blocked by the Yellow River and it was not easy to retreat.
As of the moment when Shao Xun and Beigong Jun pursued them to Fupingjin, only more than 3,000 people had successfully crossed the river.
Among them, there are about two thousand who belong to Wang Mi, and Liu Ling's tribe only has more than a thousand.
There were also people who fled to the north shore from other small and medium-sized ferries, but not many.
Wang Mi sent people to contact him, but there were only about three to four thousand people.
An unprecedented fiasco!
Perhaps, when he made the decision to kill Luoyang, he was already destined to do this.
Breaking through the Sheyuan Pass was just a joke played by God on him, and the ending would not change in any way.
The only consolation is that after his cousin Wang Sang abandoned the large army, he successfully escaped from the army, crossed the river and headed north, and was on his way to join them.
But he had less than two thousand soldiers.
The three parties added up to a total of eight or nine thousand infantry and cavalry, and the total force was less than one-tenth of the peak state when they conquered Xuchang.
Too miserable.
The sun sets over the western mountains and the twilight is getting darker.
The pursuing officers and soldiers have retreated with the prisoners, and many troops have been dispatched one after another in the Wubao on the other side of the river.
They ranged from hundreds to three to five thousand, and they began to eat the "leftovers" missed by the officers and soldiers.
The defeated soldiers hiding will not end well. They will either be killed by Wubao tribe and bankers, or they will take them back to farm and become slaves.
Aristocratic families, manor owners, and Wubao commanders are also the natural enemies of the "Rebels".
When you gain power in the future, you must take care of them! Wang Mi secretly gritted his teeth and was filled with anger.
"General, have you sent an envoy?" Liu Ling asked after taking two mouthfuls of dry food.
"Sent." Wang Mi looked desolate and felt heavy, and said a few words casually: "Liu Yuanhai has always been despised by the scholars, so he bought a horse bone with a thousand gold coins. It's not too late for us to invest in it now." Grab some more people on the way to make the situation bigger so as not to be despised by the Huns."
"Okay," Liu Ling said.
It's nothing more than finding a few villages that are easy to fight, and after breaking through, burn, kill, and loot, and then kill the women after playing with them, so that the soldiers can regain some morale. The men were forcibly recruited into the army to increase the number of their troops. When the Han State sent people to check the number of soldiers in the future, they would look better.
“We need to train our troops carefully later.” Wang Mi sighed and said: “During the first uprising in Qingzhou, more than 50,000 people were overwhelmed by thousands of Xianbei cavalry. This time the number is even higher Even if there are too many, we will still lose miserably. Wang Jun, Gou Xi, Shao Xun, Bei Gongchun, everyone can grab us and beat us up. It’s just that coward Sima Yue who doesn’t dare to fight us this time. Don’t do it again. Just accept people at will, I can see that there are too many people, and there is no use except for eating. "
Liu Ling disagreed.
You have to pull strong men when you should. If you don’t have many soldiers, no one will look down on you. Only when you have your own territory can you start training your troops well.
Furthermore, weak soldiers can always be trained if they fight more.
Wang Mi glanced at him, knowing that he was not convinced. But he didn't want to say anything more. At the moment, he had to unite sincerely. When he went to the Huns, if the brothers couldn't work together to help each other, they would sooner or later be swallowed up.
After eating food and water and regaining his strength, Wang Mi took one last look at the dark night in Henan, turned around and left.
I will come back!
(End of this chapter)