Chapter 221 Disappearance
When Sima Yue arrived in Xingyang, Shao Xun had just finished his inspection in Guangchengze and returned to Luliu Garden in Liang County to stay with his family.
The next step is to fight with each other, and he particularly enjoys the tenderness and affection before setting off for the battle.
On the Double Ninth Festival, Wu Qian reported that 1,200 new soldiers had been recruited.
Shao Xun ordered the eighth building of the Silver Spear Army to be expanded on the spot into the eighth and ninth buildings, and a new tenth building was established. The officers of this building will not arrive until after the Chinese New Year next year, so they can only build it first. A shelf comes out.
Buildings 8, 9, and 10 will stay behind, while buildings 1 to 7 will go out. This is the plan that has been set.
Among the first seven buildings, the 600 people in the first building are the oldest, with an average military age of more than five years. They have experienced quite a lot of battles, starting from the Luoyang City Defense Battle, to the Battle of Chang'an, and then to He campaigned in the north against Ji Sang and fought against Wang Mi. He fought in every battle, and his experience was quite rich.
The archery skills of these 600 people can be considered as prodigies. After all, five years of non-stop training is not a guarantee.
His spear and sword skills are also quite impressive.
In addition to bows, knives, and guns, it is also very good to have an additional weapon for everyone to practice.
When facing the cavalry, some used wooden poles and longke axes to hit people, some used halberds or hooks and sickles to hook the horses' legs, and some used swords and shields to kill the fallen enemies. The group tactics were very skillful.
It can be said that they have fully possessed the strength of the veterans before the Luoyang Chinese Army was destroyed, and are more versatile than them and can better adapt to complex battlefield environments.
Compared with the first building, the strength of the second and third buildings is somewhat lacking, but not much worse.
The fourth and fifth buildings...
Basically, the buildings further back in the ranking are relatively weaker in strength, and the overall trend is decreasing.
The sixth and seventh buildings are the worst in strength, especially the sixth building. After all, the seventh building also defended Yushanwu and had a serious war experience. The former It's just blank.
Whether this strength can deal with the Huns, he dare not say. After all, Xiongnu Zaicai, they have been fighting in Bingzhou for many years, and their war experience is extremely rich. Even the farmers and herdsmen who were temporarily pulled out are stronger than the gang of bandits such as Wang Mi and Ji Sang, because they really often fight fight.
But what if it was Wang Mi? He asked his generals, and everyone laughed, is Wang Mi’s tribe also called the army?
It’s not like Shi Le can’t fight.
When I went to Hebei the year before last, the strength of the Jisang tribe was also very weak, and they were only slightly stronger than Wang Mi.
But after all, two years have passed, and Shi Le's men are not Jisang's group at the beginning. Moreover, he has Wuhuan and Jie people in his hands. He can pull out tens of thousands of cavalry, so he must deal with them carefully.
In case of failure, the consequences will be serious.
Once the 4,200 Silver Spear soldiers brought out are destroyed, he may be able to barely stabilize the situation in Guangchengze and Xiangcheng, but six years of hard work and at least half of them are wasted, which is equivalent to a waste of three years. , military morale will also be hit, and the prospects of keeping Luoyang will become increasingly bleak.
But then again, he can actually withstand a major failure now! The fault tolerance rate has not been improved slightly.
Farming is indeed effective.
The sun is dappled and the shadows of the trees are dancing.
The breeze blows and the flute plays melodiously.
Shao Xun lay comfortably on the recliner, closed his eyes and fell asleep, relaxing.
A few steps outside the woods is a canal. At this time, the gurgling water flows quietly into the field along the gap opened in the field ridge.
The autumn harvest has long ended, and the gray fields have been plowed. After being soaked by the river water, the soil has become moist and soft.
In a few days, the wheat will be planted, which symbolizes hope for next year.
Shao Xun especially likes to lie by the woods, bathing in the sunshine and autumn wind, and looking at the golden fields.
This is his way of relaxing and can greatly relieve subconscious anxiety.
As for the underlying reason, he couldn't figure it out and could only attribute it to "custom".
It turns out that I am such a layman who likes farming.
"What kind of person was Lu Zhu back then?" Shao Xun asked softly, stroking Song Yi's delicate face with his rough and strong hands.
The flute stopped.
The girl who was only eighteen years old this year stood up and bowed, saying: "Female, chaste, and elegant."
A sneer came from the side.
Yang Xianrong, who was drinking chrysanthemum wine, glanced at Song Yi and said, "How dare you describe someone who entertains people with sex like this?"
Song Yi lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
"Let's play "Plum Blossoms Fall"." Shao Xun waved his hand and said to Song Yi.
Song Yi blushed, sat back and played the flute.
Shao Xun's eyes retracted from Song Yi's ever-changing lips while playing the flute.
This little mouth is very powerful. He really loves it.
Le Lanji sat behind a high table nearby, stroking the piano in a leisurely manner, cooperating with Song Yi and complementing each other.
Her eyes fell sometimes on Yang Xianrong, sometimes on Shao Xun's waist, and then her breath became a little unsteady.
It is said that during the Later Han Dynasty, Huan Jing of Runan studied Taoism with Fei Changfang.
One day, the head of the house said: "On September 9th, your family will suffer a great disaster. You can ask your family members to make crimson gauze bags filled with dogwood and tie them to their arms. They can climb high and drink chrysanthemum wine. This will help to ward off the disaster."
Huan Jing did as he was told. When he returned in the evening, all the livestock in his family died violently.
Although it is just a legend, it has been circulating for more than a hundred years. People at that time believed in it and gradually became a custom.
I don’t know who gave the dogwood bag to Lang Jun’s waist. Anyway, she saw it before she could give it away. Yang Xianrong noticed Le Lanji's gaze, and his eyes dodge slightly, but his expression soon became calm.
On New Year's Day, Shao Xun accompanied her to light firecrackers, so what if she gave him a dogwood bag during the Double Ninth Festival?
This is called reciprocity, which is normal.
“There is still a dancer missing.” Shao Xun sighed as he tapped the armrest with his right hand in harmony with the music.
Lan Ji pursed her lips, and the music sounded slightly resentful.
Yang Xianrong wanted to say something, but found that nothing was appropriate.
Shao Xun seemed unaware.
I heard from Concubine Pei that Princess Lu of Fan Yang was good at dancing and was even proficient in the Hu dance of the Western Regions. It would be great if he could invite her to dance for him.
When a princess performs a dance, it gives people a different sense of satisfaction than when an ordinary dancer performs a dance. There is a huge difference.
Am I watching a dance? No, I'm looking at conquest.
The sun is gradually setting.
Lan Ji went home to take care of her children, and Song Yi also got up and left.
"The first batch of rice has been harvested in Guangchengze." Yang Xianrong looked at Shao Xun and said softly.
Shao Xun turned to look at her.
Yang Xianrong’s eyes were bright, with a hint of expectation.
After all, he is only twenty-two or three years old. In future generations, he will still be a college student.
This face is really beautiful too.
"The family leader said yesterday that Queen Hui sent someone to deliver 500 hu of Guangcheng rice and asked me to serve the Queen well." Shao Xun said with a smile.
"How are you going to repay the favor?" Yang Xianrong asked in a low voice.
"What does the Queen want?"
"Dismiss these two female musicians, Le Shi and Song Shi, and I will give you two more beautiful ones." Yang Xianrong turned around and looked. Looking at the empty wilderness in the distance, he said.
Shao Xun smiled with joy.
Yang Xianrong's face was a little red.
Marquis Lu Yang held a large army and won many battles. He was attracted by all parties. Now his mood was rising. He was no longer as cautious in front of her as before, and he dared to laugh loudly.
“How much is the harvest per mu for the first batch of Guangcheng rice?” Shao Xun changed the subject and asked instead.
"No less than three husks of dendrobium." When Yang Xianrong mentioned this, she felt a little proud. She only heard her say: "More than 60 hectares of rice can yield nearly 20,000 husks of dendrobium. Believe it or not, I will take these rice If you go to Luoyang and sell it, you can get 60,000 dendrobium or even more corn back."
"I believe it," Shao Xun said without hesitation.
Yang Xianrong was startled, maybe he didn’t expect Shao Xun to believe it directly, thinking that he didn’t know the value of rice.
During the Cao Wei Dynasty, the emperor often rewarded his officials with rice.
The same applies to dynasties.
Ordinary scholars want to eat rice. If they want to buy it urgently, they may not be able to buy it. They have to make an appointment with the store first and wait for many days before they can buy it home.
"It's boring." She put her hands on her cheeks again, looking at a few leaves fluttering in the wind, and said: "I have given you the harvested rice, take it and give it to the soldiers. "
"Okay." Shao Xun was not polite and agreed directly.
With these 20,000 dendrobiums of rice, even if I didn’t catch even one hair during this expedition, the reward was still there.
And this is a "high-end food" that can only be enjoyed by people with a certain status, and it can especially boost morale.
"I will declare to my sons that this is a gift from Queen Hui." Shao Xun said again.
"Why?" Yang Xianrong turned his head and looked at him, puzzled.
"When the soldiers heard this, they will definitely be grateful to the queen." Shao Xun looked into her eyes and said softly: "What happened in the past will never happen again."
Yang Xianrong trembled slightly, then said "hmm" and turned away again.
"The Queen is wise and talented, and can impress tens of thousands of soldiers in Guangchengze." Shao Xun walked to her side, looked at the fields in the distance side by side, and said: "In the past, I was hindered and unable to perform. In the future, there will be Your Majesty is here, but you can use your talents as much as you want, and no one will be able to harm you."
The evening wind blows, and Yang Xianrong feels his heart relax. There are many past things that he doesn't want to recall, and many things that are hidden deep in his memory. The fear seemed to dissipate with the wind.
She raised her head and looked at Shao Xun with burning eyes. After a long time, she looked away and said softly: "You are just training troops to fight, but I will take care of the money and food in the rear."
Shao Xun looked at Yang Xianrong with soft eyes.
Queen Hui, who had shed the gloom in her heart, seemed to have been retrained and became more calm, confident and beautiful.
This is the real beautiful sheep.
The irritable, gloomy, desperate and fearful Yang Xianrong before has probably disappeared forever.
Now there can’t be anyone saying that I just take money and don’t do anything, right?
On September 11, the third day after the Double Ninth Festival, Shao Xun left Liang County and led his army north to Luoyang.
A new journey has begun again.
(End of this chapter)