Chapter 316 The King’s Flag changes at the top of the city

Author: The 300-pound cook

Chapter 316 The King’s Flag changes at the top of the city

Yang Chuan personally cooked a meal of oily pork noodles for the Yulin orphans who had returned from the expedition. In addition, he also directed Tang Yifu and others to cook four hot dishes, four cold dishes, and mix an egg.

Fermented glutinous rice soup.

The four hot dishes are nothing more than stir-fried lamb liver, stewed carp, secret braised pork, stir-fried beef tripe and other home-cooked dishes. The four cold dishes are more distinctive. They are all small local wild vegetables in Shuofang County, blanched and seasoned.

A little minced garlic, refined salt, balsamic vinegar, sesame oil and white sugar, it tastes great.

However, the most delicious thing is the fried pork noodles.

Hundreds of thousands of acres of wheat were harvested in Shuofang County. Under Yang Chuan's personal guidance, he quickly developed many ways to eat noodles. For noodles alone, there are cold noodles, mixed noodles, braised noodles, chicken soup noodles, and chicken blood noodles.

, fried noodles, steamed noodles, mutton noodles, etc., there are twenty or thirty ways to eat it.

The rain in the north is still falling, pattering, weeping and complaining, which makes people sad. It also makes this unprecedented victory lose a bit of color, and it can't bring up the interest of talking loudly and pointing out the country.

In this situation, it would be great if I could make a small hot pot.

It is a pity that the Han Empire does not yet have chili peppers, nor has it cultivated various green and red peppercorns; at the same time, after this battle, Yang Chuan no longer had the mood to cook hot pot.

Watching Huo Qubing, Cao Xiang, Li Gan and the Yulin orphans feasting, immersed in the taste of fried pork noodles, Yang Chuan felt inexplicably sentimental, looking through the vast rain outside the window, slightly absent-minded.

"Yang Chuan, why do you eat so little?"

Cao Xiang noticed something was wrong with Yang Chuan. He was holding a large plate of noodles with oily meat, and the corners of his mouth were covered with red oil soup. He chuckled and said, "Did you get hit by the Huns' wolf-toothed arrows? Come back and help me."

Please check yourself..."

Yang Chuan smiled and said, "I should worry about you idiots."

Huo Qubing brought a bowl of wine and said seriously: "Yang Chuan, if it weren't for your map and the help of the three young men of A Huo, this battle in Dragon City might not have gone so smoothly.

Come, brother, give you a bowl!"

Yang Chuan took the wine bowl and said warmly: "As long as we win the battle, you all have to come back in one piece. Brothers, come and drink this wine together!"

The Yulin orphans picked up their wine bowls and drank them all in one gulp.

Yang Chuan drank the wine from the bowl, stood up, and said: "Everyone, have a good meal and drink. Afterwards, go to the camp in the north of the city to rest for a day or two to regain your energy. I'll treat you to a banquet."

As he spoke, he cupped his hands and walked out of the prefect's mansion.

Huo Qubing and his Yulin army made a long-distance attack, broke through the Dragon City, and captured the great Shanyu Yi Zhixie's grandfather, uncle, father-in-law, hundreds of wives and children, as well as a large number of generals, householders, and prime ministers who were not worthy of their names.

What kind of civil and military minister? In the siege of Shuofang City, more than 24,000 Xiongnu elite troops were annihilated and more than 30,000 war horses were captured. It was considered a great victory.

But.

In Yang Chuan's heart, he just felt unhappy, uncomfortable, and unhappy, and he wanted to go out for a walk, take a look, listen, and let the endless heavy rain cleanse him.

There are people everywhere in Shuofang City.

The faces of almost everyone, including the elderly, women, children, county soldiers, and scholars, were filled with inexplicable joy and pride. Yang Chuan felt that his preoccupied appearance was a bit out of place.

So, he temporarily changed direction and climbed to the gate tower of the west gate.

In the open space outside the city, thousands of Huns corpses were piled up into hills, covered with black oil, and being burned by dozens of county soldiers.

The autumn rain was continuous, the fire was dazzling, and the billowing smoke rolled up into the sky. Under the influence of the humid air and rain, it slowly dropped down, like a black giant beast, hanging down a huge and huge in front of the scarred Shuofang City.

The terrifying head made Yang Chuan angry.

"Get out of here!"

"Get out of here, my lord!"

Yang Chuan cursed a few words inexplicably, found a dry place on the steps of the city gate building, sat on the ground, and took out some food from his bag, including a green gourd.

In this battle, more than 20,000 enemies were wiped out, and more than 1,600 people were lost in Shuofang City.

Among them, 832 county soldiers died in the battle, 703 civilians, and 92 scholars. It can be said that the losses were heavy. Just thinking about it made Yang Chuan extremely angry.

In addition, the ten counties under Shuofang County, as well as some scattered villages, towns, and tribes, also suffered heavy losses.

More than half of the fifteen thousand county soldiers were lost in the battle.

The number of civilian casualties has not yet been calculated, and it is estimated that they will not be much better. Although my own method of "deep plowing and irrigation" resisted the burning, killing, and looting of the vast majority of the Huns, the losses were minimized.

But.

Eighty thousand cavalrymen ran rampant in Shuofang County, burning, killing, and looting like a group of wild beasts. How could he, a small governor, do everything without getting hurt?

These are all apparent battle losses.

In fact, what makes Yang Chuan particularly angry is that this war seriously affected Shuofang County's farming plans, causing him to be unable to harvest hundreds of thousands of acres of fruits and vegetables after they matured, and could only watch them rot in the ground.

, this alone has resulted in the loss of countless amounts of money and food.

"Comrades who died in battle, I, Yang Chuan, am sorry for you."

Yang Chuan grabbed the cold cuts of beef and mutton and placed them on the steps in front of him. He picked up the green gourd and poured a few kilograms of liquor on the ground. He prayed in a low voice: "May your souls in heaven be healthy and able."

There is a piece of farmland, a mouthful of food, a knife, and a knife to chop off the souls of those Lang Riha, giving them a physical salvation, crushing their bones and scattering ashes, and making their souls fly away!"

These words were very ferocious.

Almost, gritting one's teeth.

Immediately, he picked up a piece of cold-cut mutton that had been sacrificed from the ground, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly. He wanted to drink and tilted his neck, but only seven or eight drops came out of the green gourd, which made him feel melancholy for a while.

.

If you are not drunk with wine, everyone will get drunk.

Just these seven or eight drops of wine are enough.

Yang Chuan stood up, took a few steps forward, came to the scarred city wall, and looked to the west in a daze... No, it was northwest by west, and that was the land of Monan.

"I am used to spending long nights in the spring, and my wife will hold my young children with hair on their temples. In my dream, there are vague maternal tears, and the king's flag changes on the city wall. I can't bear to watch my friends become new ghosts, and look for small poems angrily towards the swords. After chanting, I lower my eyebrows and write nothing.

Here, the moonlight shines on the clothes like water..."

A "little poem" that was not very soul-stirring, turned out to be so sentimental, making a seventeen-year-old boy, the Marquis of Changning of the Han Dynasty and the prefect of Shuofang County, burst into tears.

"Get out of here!"

Yang Chuan pointed to the west and cursed.

"The Marquis of Changning is unhappy. You can kill a few enemies to relieve your anger." Suddenly, someone chuckled sinisterly and said faintly: "The emperor didn't know the enemy clearly and fell into Yi Zhixie's trap. He is probably also in Weiyang Palace now."

He was secretly scolding me."

Who else could be such an elusive old ghost besides Da Changmon Cui Jiu?

Yang Chuan didn't bother to look back, and cursed angrily: "Nagato, how many times have I told you, don't be so quiet in the future, it will scare people to death."

Cui Jiu came over and stood side by side with Yang Chuan, also looking to the northwest and west: "There is a battle report from the front. Zhao Xin rebelled and joined the Xiongnu royal court and was named the second king. Yi Zhixie married his sister to Zhao Xin.

After Zhao Xin defected to the Huns, his first achievement was to set up an ambush in the Mobei grassland and wipe out three thousand elite cavalry under the right general Su Jian. Su Jian escaped with his life alone."

"In addition, the 50,000-strong main force of General Wei Qing was chased and intercepted by the 120,000-strong cavalry of Yi Zhixie, Zhao Xin, and King Youxian. They suffered heavy losses. They returned to Jilusai last night. Even if they were not seduced by His Majesty,

But a scolding is inevitable."

"Also, Li Guang, the prefect of Yanmen, lost his way after entering Mobei for 500 miles. He wandered around the edge of the desert and grassland for seventeen or eight days. He was targeted by the main force of the Xiongnu Zuoxian King's elite cavalry.

He tore off his 12,000 fine cavalry in one blow, and even Li Guang himself was captured by King Zuo Xian. Later, he waited for an opportunity to escape, and he probably would have been deprived of his title..."

Listening to the old thief's expressionless narration, Yang Chuan felt very bored.

He looked quietly at the vast rain and said calmly: "Our Shuofang County suffered heavy losses. In the battle of Shuofang City alone, more than 1,600 people died in the battle;

Also, in the millions of acres of farmland, large areas of fruits, vegetables and fruits rotted in the fields, making the next farmland project even more difficult.

Nagato, can you lend me some money or food?"

O Nagato turned a deaf ear to Yang Chuan's complaints, but looked sideways at his handsome and heroic face, and asked seriously: "I heard that you once gave advice to General Wei Qing, not to change generals before the war.

Let Xin Zhao lead the army to fight?"

Yang Chuan nodded.

Cui Jiu asked with interest: "Did you already know that Zhao Xin would defect to the Huns?"

Yang Chuan glanced at the old thief and said very coldly: "Lianshan, Guizang, and Zhouyi are all in the same vein, but they are slightly different. I glanced through a few pages and found that the astrological divination technique in it is actually just arithmetic.

It is a concrete manifestation of my knowledge, so I tried to divine a hexagram before the war. Why is there a problem?"

Scholars in the Han Empire often read people's fortunes and tell fortunes. They all look like old magicians. Is there anything wrong with me occasionally telling fortunes?

Cui Jiu smiled and said: "After all, Marquis Changning fell into the trap of cliché and started to believe in the divination theory of ghosts and gods."

Yang Chuan smiled.

He pointed far to the northwest and said: "It's not that I, Yang Chuan, have fallen into the trap of believing in the divination of ghosts and gods, but that I understand people's hearts better. Zhao Xin was originally the little king of the Huns. He had no choice but to surrender to me after the defeat.

Such an act; that kind of person is like a rootless duckweed, wandering around for the rest of his life, and all he wants is glory and wealth that can make him feel proud."

"Whether Xin Zhao rebels or not, it doesn't actually matter."
To be continued...