Heading north from Luoyang, over Mang Mountain and across the river, you arrive in Hanoi, a place that Shao Xun is very familiar with.
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, but I had another feeling in my heart: the 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 kinds of forts.
, Tuweizi.
The people in Wubao have also undergone great changes.
There are many people with Hebei accent, and many with Bingzhou accent. Apparently, after escaping from the disaster, they settled in villages 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 put 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 down from 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 yet 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 as the capsized ships covered their heads.
The rushing water washed over them, and 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, causing screams and screams. There were countless bloody severed fingers in the cabin.
"You will not die a happy death if you kill your comrades!"
"Take me one, just take me one!"
"I have treasures in my arms. I give them all to you. Let me get on board."
The defeated soldiers in the water cried, cursed, begged, or offered inducements, but it was all in vain. At this moment of life and death, no one was a fool. Even if one or two were soft-hearted, the others would 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, picked up his horse, and rushed down.
More than a hundred soldiers and Yicon 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, and when he shook it hard, the strong pressure almost made the horse fall to the ground.
"Bang!" The corpse fell into the crowd and scattered a large area.
The soldiers and followers took the opportunity to kill them, running from left to right.
The defeated soldiers panicked and jumped into the river, killing countless people.
There was another sound of horse hooves in the distance.
Shao Xun looked for the reputation 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!
You are riding a horse with armor on your body, a spear in your hand, and a quiver and a horned bow hanging on the saddle. What are you afraid of?
"Is this the Marquis of Lu Yang ahead?" 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, thick and powerful arms, and he was holding a halberd with ease, and his riding skills were excellent when he was galloping.
, the combination of man and horse is 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, the Marquis of Luyang has excellent riding skills and superb archery skills. His horse spear can fly up and down, and it is deep and stable.
, Accurate, ruthless three flavors. When sweeping across the formation, they also know the secret of powerful force and sinking. Even in Liangzhou, there are very few people who are so good at it."
In fact, Bei Gongchun also had 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 an outsider, 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 rise from the bottom step by step.
"It turns out he is the governor of Beigong." Shao Xun glanced at the Liangzhou cavalry who were rushing toward the broken troops, turned over and dismounted, and said with a smile: "I have heard people tell you about the reputation of Liangzhou Eugong. The Battle of Jinyang Gate
, General’s first achievement is indeed magnificent!”
Bei Gongchun smiled self-consciously.
The two hundred or so cavalry under Shao Xun were of average quality and had limited combat effectiveness, so he didn't take them seriously yet.
But Marquis Lu Yang himself was a rare and brave cavalryman in the Central Plains, and he didn't mind getting acquainted with him.
"On the border of Liangzhou, Qiang 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 you want to kill the thieves, you will be killed."
Why don't I have to face each other face to face? Since we are facing a life and death battle, what do we have to fear? The men on horseback and the soldiers on the ground all have only one life, so just fight. The worst is to die with the enemy."
"General, you are indeed heroic." Shao Xun praised.
Bei Gongchun seemed to have heard many such compliments and didn't care.
Today was also the first time that 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.
We chased him all the way to the bank of the Yellow River until we were done.
The Wang Mi Rebellion can be considered to have been pacified in stages.
This man was repeatedly defeated in battles in Qingzhou, and after being driven out, he quickly crossed to 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. The tragedy was horrific.
After seven or eight years of war in the middle and late stages of the Eight Kings Rebellion, the refugee armies should have been unable to shake the rule of the Jin Dynasty. They were all defeated and defeated.
They are short of food and equipment, lack of talent, have irregular army construction, and have too weak combat effectiveness. Although they have a large number of people and often have tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of soldiers, they are often defeated by the regular army with a much smaller number than them, and they are inevitably destined to be destroyed.
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 is 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, they were blocked by the Yellow River and it was not easy to retreat.
By the time 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 defeat!
Perhaps, the moment he made the decision to kill in Luoyang, he was already destined to do something like this.
Breaking the Sheyuan Pass was just a joke played by God, and the outcome would not change in any way.
The only consolation is that my cousin Wang Sang succeeded in getting rid of the army after abandoning the large 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 combined had a total of eight or nine thousand infantry and cavalry, and the total force was less than one-tenth of its peak strength when they conquered Xuchang.
Too miserable.
The sun sets over the western mountains and the dusk is getting darker.
The pursuing officers and soldiers had retreated with the prisoners, and many troops were dispatched one after another in the Wubao on the other side of the river.
They ranged from hundreds to three to five thousand, and began to eat the "leftovers" missed by the officers and soldiers.
The defeated soldiers who were hiding would not end well. They would either be killed by the Wubao tribe and bankers, or they would be captured by them to farm the land and become slaves.
The aristocratic families, manor owners, and fort 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 annoyance.
"General, have you sent an envoy?" Liu Ling asked after taking two mouthfuls of dry food.
"Sent." Wang Mi looked bleak and heavy-hearted, and said a few words casually: "Liu Yuanhai has always been despised by the scholars, so he bought a horse bone for a thousand gold. It's not too late for us to invest in it now. We will pick up some people on the road later.
Make your voice louder to avoid being despised by the Xiongnu."
"Okay." Liu Ling responded.
It was nothing more than finding a few villages that were easy to fight, and after breaking through them, they burned, killed, and looted them. Then the women played with them and killed them, so that the soldiers could regain some morale. The men were forced to join the army to increase the number of their troops, so that in the future Han Dynasty
When the state sent people to check the number of soldiers, it looked better.
"We need to train our troops carefully later." Wang Mi sighed and said: "When Qingzhou revolted for the first time, more than 50,000 people were overwhelmed by thousands of Xianbei cavalry. This time there were more people, but it was still a disastrous defeat. 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 confront us. After killing people this time, don’t accept people casually in the future. I
It’s finally clear that there are too many people to do anything, and it’s of no use other than eating dry food.”
Liu Ling disagreed.
You should recruit strong men when you should. There are not many soldiers, and no one will look down on you. Only when you have your own territory can you train your troops well.
Furthermore, weak soldiers can always be trained if they fight more.
Wang Mi glanced at him, knowing that he was dissatisfied. But he didn't want to say anything more. Now he had to unite sincerely and go to the Xiongnu. If the brothers couldn't work together to help each other, sooner or later they would all be devoured.
After eating food and water and regaining his strength, Wang Mi took one last look at the dark Henan, turned around and left.
I will be back!
Chapter completed!