Chapter 406 Hezhu
The river flows eastwards, day and night.
After Fu Zhi reluctantly hosted the last sacrifice, his body could not hold up and he fell ill.
The attendants hurriedly found a ship and planned to transport him back to Luoyang, but Fu Zhi refused.
As the sun set, he came to the city site where the foundation had just been laid and inspected it slowly.
"My son is only fifteen years old, and you conscript him. Damn him!" A man with gray hair fell to the ground and cried.
Everyone around was sympathetic.
The boy was hit by an arrow last night and did not die on the spot. After surviving for a day, he finally did not survive.
When Fu Zhi passed by here, he paused briefly.
Others saluted one after another, but the gray-haired man only saw his dead son, still lying on the ground: "I wanted to marry you after the autumn harvest, but you left first..."
Fu Zhi sighed, couldn't bear to look any further, and left.
Someone is cooking among the grass in the setting sun.
The food in the earthen pot was very thin and dark, with many weeds floating in it.
Seeing Fu Zhi walking towards him, he stood up hurriedly. I don’t know whether it was because of fatigue or for some reason. He shook his head before standing still and saluting. And with his slightly "intense" action, his stomach growled again.
Fu Zhi walked past silently, not disturbing him while he was eating.
When we reached the end of the river, we saw several fishing boats and dilapidated houses on the shore.
No man can be seen in the house or on the fishing boat. The woman was pounding her clothes numbly by the river, and the child was squatting next to her, naked and skinny.
There are people living on the river, mostly refugees fleeing from chaos.
Perhaps, they never expected that the "paradise"-like place they finally found would turn into a battlefield again.
Men were drafted to build cities, women helped with cooking and washing, and even children had to cut grass and feed livestock.
If only this was enough, it would be fine. The most important thing is that when the location of the city was determined and the foundation was laid, the Huns came.
They often take small boats and raid Hezhu at night. Under their repeated attacks, many people fled. The government had no choice but to escape one group and arrest another group, and so on.
To the south of the place where the woman washes her clothes is a pond, a large artificially dug pond.
There are embankments on three sides of the pond, except for one on the south side for ships to enter and exit.
The pond is piled with wood, bricks and stones, all transported from the south bank.
Hundreds of soldiers under Henan Yin's tent camped nearby, unloading goods along the way.
The cargo is heavy and not easy to move. Every few days, there is always news of amputated limbs.
Fu Zhi walked to the west end again, where there were many thatched houses, which were dark, damp, and smelled bad.
Behind the thatched house is the Yellow River, and there are even corpses floating on the river. I don’t know where they came from.
There are so many people dying of starvation, disease, exhaustion and being killed that they can no longer be distinguished.
Fu Zhi had finished turning before the sun had completely set.
Hezhu is actually not big.
It is several miles long from east to west and just over a mile wide from north to south. It is really only possible to build a small city of four miles.
There are two other small Zhudas to the west of the river, both half the size of this one and not connected. There are a few residential buildings on them, but they are all empty except for the large basil grass.
Fu Zhi looked towards the north bank again.
The existence of three rivers and rivers divides this section of the Yellow River into north and south streams.
Hezhu is closer to the north bank and farther from the south bank.
Fu Zhi read ancient books and learned that the area around Zhamati on the north bank was once a sandbank in the river. Over time, it was connected to the north bank and turned into land.
Perhaps, in a hundred or more years, these three Hezhus lined up will be connected into one.
Thousands of years later, the integrated Dahezhu will be connected to the north bank and become part of the land.
There is no better thing in the world than this.
“Heyang covers the waist of the world and shuts the throat of the north and the south. It is the main road of the capital, and it is an important place in ancient and modern times. Therefore, it is a battleground for military strategists. If there is chaos in the world, heavy troops should be deployed.”
< br>"Yes, this is the great defense of the capital. Crossing the bridge to the south, you will reach Kaoluojing, which is within easy reach; crossing the bridge to the north, go straight to Shangdang and Taiyuan; go northeast, reach Yecheng and Yan Zhao; enter Zhiguan in the northwest and reach Hedong and Pingyang. If the bridge is completed, Liu Cong may have to rebuild Zhiguan for defense. "
The two court officials held feather fans with their backs to Fu. Just point at the river.
Everything in the world seems to be within the feather fan and silk scarf, and there is no difficulty at all.
“Easier to know than to do.” Fu Zhi whispered and left hesitantly.
Hearing the voice, the two court officials turned around in a hurry. When they saw Situ, they immediately saluted, but Fu Zhi had already gone away.
Fu Zhi returned to the river temple.
The sun has completely set, and night gradually covers the earth.
In the ancestral hall, candles have been lit.
Among the flames that flickered on and off, the originally quite amiable statue turned out to be somewhat ferocious and gloomy.
Are there too many innocent souls?
Fu Zhi sat weakly on the futon, staring at the statue with wide eyes.
The statue became increasingly blurry and seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.
For some reason, Fu Zhi suddenly felt sad and wanted to cry.
Why did Taikang’s ten-year dream of a prosperous world suddenly become like this?
This is not how the world should be!
There are continuous natural disasters and man-made disasters.
Everyone went crazy, killing and killing. At this point, I am afraid that the only way to stop killing is to kill, and it is no longer possible to conquer others through influence.
The night is getting darker.
Fu Zhi sat quietly, frustrated and unable to control himself.
He knew that he might never see the day when the old land of Hebei was restored in his lifetime.
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"The thief is coming!" On the north side of Hezhu, the sound of earthen pots being kicked over was heard, and then someone shouted loudly. "Dang!" The bell rang.
The garrison soldiers went into battle, and under the leadership of the captain, they ran panting to the north bank and fought with the thieves who had just disembarked from the boat.
There are more thieves coming, and it is no longer a false story. It is much more serious than the previous night raids.
Maybe it’s because they have figured out what’s true and false on Hezhu. Maybe some big shot came from the north bank to supervise them severely. Who knows!
The defenders resisted desperately, but there were too many new soldiers in the team. They only fought for a stick of incense before they began to retreat step by step.
The enemy troops shouted loudly and rushed up through the waist-deep river.
There were people on the boat who drew their bows and fired towards the place where there was fire. The sound of the bowstring can often produce one or two screams.
"My maid, who is here this time?" The owner of the building waved the wooden pole and swept several thieves who were about to land into the water, but his expression was full of surprise and uncertainty.
The sound of bowstrings sounded again, and more than ten long arrows struck, knocking the few archers on the defensive to the ground. The last arrow happened to hit the building owner's arm by accident, causing him to groan in pain.
More and more enemies are coming ashore.
The new soldiers of the defenders have begun to disperse.
On the contrary, the civilian servants roared and rushed forward with shovels, pickaxes, wooden spears and big sticks.
Their family is still on the island, but they cannot retreat at this time.
The two sides fought fiercely on the river bank.
In the night, cries of pain and screams could be heard endlessly, and those who are less timid may be scared to death.
The dark clouds were blown away by the wind, revealing half of the moon.
The first thing that caught his eye was the blood flying everywhere. In the darkness, it was extremely dark red. It didn't look like human blood, but more like the black blood of a ghost emerging from under the Nine Netherworld.
After all, bravery cannot withstand the enemy's fierce attack.
The servants fought for a while, but they could no longer hold on.
"Go and defend behind the wall." Someone shouted, turned around and ran away.
The line of defense gradually collapsed.
The Huns became more energetic, shouted loudly, and followed in pursuit.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The dense arrows shot out, mowing down all the defeated troops and the Huns' pursuing troops.
The deserters were stunned, and the pursuers were also stunned!
With such a dense concentration of arrows, how many archers are there? I'm afraid there are no less than a hundred people!
The dark clouds have completely moved away, and the bright moonlight falls on the earth, illuminating the large piece of silver helmet behind the earthen wall.
Under the command of the horn sound, more than a hundred infantry archers fired in unison.
Dense arrows flew out, knocking down all the people standing in front of them.
The servants suddenly woke up and took advantage of the familiar terrain to disperse to both sides and disappear into the darkness.
The Huns were looking for a place to hide from the rain of arrows, but the nearby bushes or wormwood were everywhere. Where could they hide? So they retreated to the rear.
More than a hundred people rushed out from behind the earth wall.
Everyone is holding a long spear. Under the urging of the drum, they advance through the wall and the spear comes out like a dragon.
"Poof!" The spear fiercely penetrated the body without any protection, creating a terrifying bloody hole.
"Puff! Puff!" Rows of spears stabbed, turning everyone they met into bloody gourds.
Yes, it is the blood gourd.
There are not many enemy troops left standing. Everyone can be "divided" with several spears, which is really a blessing.
The Jungle of Spears chased them all the way to the river bank, and after driving the last enemy into the water, they retreated with a bang.
The enemy ship on the river symbolically fired a barrage of arrows, causing several muffled groans.
The battlefield then returned to calm.
The defenders and servants gasped for air, their faces showing the joy of surviving the disaster.
The Huns on the river were in shock and had lingering fears about this army that was very experienced in killing people.
The two sides quickly disengaged.
The Huns rowed back to the north shore.
The Silver Spear Warriors cleaned up the battlefield and cleared away the remaining enemies.
I had just arrived at Hezhu by boat, and there was such an encounter. The educational significance was significant - no one now thinks that guarding Hezhu is an easy task.
The Huns were not good at sailing, but they still collected ships in every possible way and kept ferrying people to the island in order to expel the Jin people who built a city on the island.
There was no grand and large-scale battle, but it was still extremely bloody.
The Huns will not give up the fight for Heyang easily, this is the thought that comes to everyone's mind.
When the sky turned white, a golden-armored general jumped onto Hezhu and scanned his new territory with his sword.
Liu Ling carried the big flag with the word "Shao" and inserted it into the soft sand.
Seeing this big flag, everyone became excited.
"Mr. Chen!"
"Mr. Chen is here!"
"Mr. Chen, my brother has been robbed by the Huns. Go and rescue him quickly."< br>
"Mr. Chen, my home is in Hanoi, and my wife and children have been plundered by the Huns. Please take me back and fight them back."
"Mr. Chen, I am hungry..."
Groups of sergeants disembarked from the ship and formed an orderly formation on the shore.
Seeing these warriors full of chilling aura, the noise gradually subsided.
"Loose grain, let everyone have a good meal." Shao Xun waved his hand and ordered.
(End of this chapter)