On Wuguan Road, groups of refugees entered Nanyang.
The refugees have sad faces, confused eyes and sad faces.
If you look carefully at their clothes, you can see the exquisite materials and fine workmanship even though they are stained after a long journey.
These so-called refugees may have been powerful people in the first place, but it is shocking to see them reduced to this.
Just as the refugees' lives up to this point are not simple, the Guanzhong tycoons who were able to survive until now are not even simple.
How many years has it been since the disaster in Guanzhong? How many years has it been since the war?
People without any skills will not be able to survive now.
Even a powerful man with few men under his command would not be able to survive until now.
Wubao Shuai, a strong and powerful scholar who could not be defeated in this battle would not be able to survive now.
The situation faced by the powerful people in Guanzhong is much more complicated than that in Henan and Hebei.
Qiang and Hu are everywhere, fighting and plundering at every turn. You attack me and I kill you, without stopping. Over the past ten years, a large number of fierce and cruel people who dare to fight and fight have been trained. They live together based on their strength.
Chengwu, cultivates and harvests by oneself.
But Guanzhong is also very bitter.
When other places suffer disasters, Guanzhong will suffer disasters.
If the weather is good in other places, Guanzhong may not be immune to disasters.
Three years ago in Yongjia, the powerful people of Guanzhong were already having a hard time supporting themselves. Three years of severe drought and four years of locust plagues dealt a heavy blow to many powerful people in Guanzhong. The balance they had managed to maintain was broken, and no matter how hard they tried, there was no success.
way.
Looking around, all the forts are closed to themselves, and they dare to fight you for a little bit of food. Besides, everyone knows each other well. Don’t I know what your family background is?
As a result, another large wave of refugees divided into two groups, one passing through Hongnong into Henan, and the other passing through Wuguan into Nanyang, begging for food.
Wherever the refugees passed, smaller fortress walls were directly breached by them, and men, women, and children were either trapped by them or disappeared without a trace.
Along the Wuguan Road for hundreds of miles, people died of hunger everywhere, and villages were ruined and looked like ghosts.
"Don't come, the dog officer ordered me to wait until I go back." The refugees who entered Shunyang County from Wuguan couldn't walk anymore. As soon as they sat down to rest, they heard shouts from ahead.
The refugees suddenly became commotion, and even faintly cried.
After finally escaping from Guanzhong, you will be sent back soon? Isn't this forcing everyone to die?
"If you don't go back, you will die in Nanyang!" Someone looked at the half Hu cake left in his hand and thought of the unbearable things along the way. His mentality collapsed and he cried loudly: "Guanzhong suffers disasters every year, but still
How to go back?"
"Yes! We won't go back! Whoever wants to force us to go back, let's fight them!" Someone drew his weapon and said angrily.
"I don't know where the food will be tomorrow, so why not fight now?"
"When has the government ever taken pity on us? Whether you want it or not, he will force you back to die."
"Stop talking nonsense and fight!"
"Go grab the Wubao..."
The refugees were quickly incited, and the crowd was excited and angry.
Perhaps, the court was really wrong on this matter.
This generation of refugees is no longer the same as the previous ones. Because there are too many scholars and powerful people - some groups of refugees even have powerful people wandering together with their tribes to beg for food - their organization and incitement are different.
In the past, the ability to cause chaos has been greatly improved.
Moreover, the refugees in Guanzhong have experienced wars for a long time, are brave enough to fight, and have strong fighting ability. Once they are incited, their destructive power is unimaginable.
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News of the refugee riots in Wuguandao soon spread to Chengfu County, Shunyang County (today's Laohekou, Hubei Province).
When the prefect Yangman heard this, he knew it was bad.
A few days ago, he had received orders from Wang Cheng, the governor, and Du Rui, the governor of Wancheng, to send three thousand troops to escort the refugees in the country back to their place of origin.
Shunyang County, the country coexists.
Sima Chang, King of Shunyang, was in Luoyang, and there were not many soldiers there. Even if they were, they had little fighting power. Yang Man had long since given up hope for them.
Yang Man was not only the governor, but also in fact the internal history of the kingdom. He knew the internal situation of Shunyang County or Shunyang Kingdom very well: he had only a thousand soldiers from the county, which he had slowly accumulated in the past two years.
The order of the Governor of Wancheng was to "gather three thousand troops." With no choice, he asked the local nobles to borrow two thousand troops. They had just assembled and were about to set off.
After receiving the news of the rebellion by the refugees, he immediately ordered to stop advancing troops and defend the county.
"Brother, why are you so timid?" My younger brother, Yang Dan, who was in charge of the county soldiers, sneered when he heard this and said, "All the uncles in the clan laughed at me for not studying classics, but I only love martial arts and have learned the art of bow and horse. Now that the refugees are causing chaos, it's time to
Let's fight together. Brother, please let me go. I will kill all those thieves and build a capital."
Yangman took a deep breath, suppressed the displeasure in his heart, and said: "No. You only lead the troops to patrol the city, and you are not allowed to go to war without permission."
"Brother!" Yang Dan said dissatisfied.
"Don't talk anymore." Yangman scolded: "If you are dissatisfied, I will send you back to my old home."
Yang Dan was stunned for a while, probably a little afraid of being sent back, and after muttering a few words vaguely, he went out.
There were sergeants running around outside the Yamen, and there was a commotion and a tense atmosphere everywhere.
"Get out of the way, don't block the road." He kicked a soldier over and walked towards the barracks angrily.
The sergeants looked at him in fear.
Yang Dan was very strict in governing the army. No, it can no longer be called harsh, but harsh.
If you violate military discipline even a little bit, you will be hung up and beaten half to death.
If it's more serious, behead him directly.
The decision of whether to kill or not is in his hands, and there is basically no discussion about killing.
There have been several turmoils in Shunyang before, and each time it was Yang Dan who led the troops to bring peace.
When the county army was first formed, its combat effectiveness was extremely poor. Yang Dan relied on the Qu Zhuangke from the Yang clan to suppress the entire army.
This man spoke brazenly, saying that Chen Hou Shaoxun had implemented a strict system of "leading out to kill" in the army, and Shunyang County soldiers should also follow suit - the so-called "leading out to kill" system, that is, after a group of soldiers lost their leader, the entire team
Kill them all without any reason.
The soldiers were indignant, but they did not dare to resist this ruthless man.
During the counter-rebellion last year, the leader of the team was shot to death by a refugee. Yang Danzhen ordered that the remaining thirty soldiers of the team be tied up, beheaded outside the camp, and their heads hung in public display.
In May of this year, there was a locust plague, and some residents in the county rebelled. Yang Dan led his army to suppress the rebellion and defeated it. Because one of the team leaders died in the battle, the soldiers of the team ran away, fell into bandits, and did not dare to return to the camp.
This time there were refugees revolting again, and the sergeants were panic-stricken, wondering whether they would be sent out to quell the rebellion.
If you really have to go into battle - well, even if you try to die yourself, you can't let the team leader die. If you die, only one of you will die. If the whole team dies, none of the relatives and fellow villagers in the same team will survive. It's better to move forward bravely and fight.
With a handful, you can still receive pensions if you die in battle, and your relatives and fellow villagers can also help take care of your family.
It’s just that this Yang Dan deserves to die!
The sun sets in the west.
A large number of residents came out of Shunyang City and tried to hide in the city to avoid the chaos.
Jingzhou has been peaceful for a few years, but chaos is about to break out.
****
In a dock outside the city of Rang County, Yiyang County, the seats were full of distinguished guests, drinking and drinking.
Wang Ru, the commander of Wubao, took out the wine and meat from the bottom of the box and entertained the generals who came to urge them to leave the country and hit the road.
Most of the generals came from Wancheng and were subordinates of Du Rui, the governor of Mianbei. There were more than ten people in total, with 3,000 soldiers, stationed not far away.
After drinking for three rounds, Wang Ru excused himself to go to the toilet and left the banquet to the outside room.
He first carefully looked around, then quickened his pace to avoid a drunken drinker, then said hello to another person with a normal expression and entered the toilet.
After closing the wooden door, he grabbed the top of the toilet with both hands, climbed up with a little effort, then climbed over a wall and entered the backyard.
"Brother."
"Colonel Lieutenant."
"Lord of the Castle."
Everyone gathered around, looking nervous and their hands trembling slightly.
Wang Ru glanced at them.
Those who call him "brother" are naturally his relatives.
The person called "College Lieutenant" was his former subordinate when he was a junior officer in the county army in Jingzhao County.
The person called "Fort Master" is a refugee from Guanzhong.
"What? In the past, everyone was fearless, but now they are so afraid of rebellion?" Wang Ru chuckled, took a good bow, tried it, and said: "It's too late to say anything now, the arrow is on the string.
, I have to say it. I am going to kill these dozen stupid pigs tonight, do you want to do it?"
"It's done!" Someone was provoked by him, and the veins on his forehead were exposed, saying: "This bullshit imperial court is not a human being, why should we protect him?"
"We wanted to be good citizens, but we were forced to become thieves, alas." Someone shook his head and sighed.
"What are you being called a thief? A rebel, we are a rebel!"
"Yes, they are the rebels. We will kill these thieves tonight, attack the county town tomorrow, and then contact all the families to start an attack together."
"Make something happen, do something! I can't wait any longer."
Wang Ru stretched out his hand.
Everyone stopped talking and looked at him eagerly.
"The military spirit is ready." Wang Ru looked up to the sky and laughed, not caring whether anyone would hear him.
After laughing, he shouted: "Take your sons and kill them all."
A group of people quickly left the backyard, and people continued to gather along the way. When they reached the front hall, there were hundreds of people, filling the courtyard.
"Whoosh!" Wang Ru picked up his bow and arrow, and shot a general who stood up in shock to the ground.
"Crash!" The other generals stood up one after another, drawing their swords and grabbing their bows.
"Wang Ru, what do you mean?" Someone shouted: "Are you going to rebel?"
"In the past, when refugees entered Nanyang, General Qi shot them for fun. Did you know that we are here today?" Wang Ru said with a laugh.
Smiling, he loosened his hand and an arrow flew out, hitting "General Qi" right in the face.
"Kill them!" Several Wubao soldiers who were sitting at the table slashed with their swords.
The fort soldiers swarmed forward and chopped these soldiers and generals into mincemeat.
"The matter is not over yet!" Looking at the messy main hall, Wang Ru sneered and said: "The officers and soldiers are unprepared, and the general is dead again. It's time for a night attack. Quickly gather your troops and set off!"
After a while, the burghers who had been waiting for a long time were called out one by one.
More than 3,000 people lined up in the open space outside Wubao, then lit up torches and charged toward the unsuspecting army camp like a long dragon.
There is no suspense in the battle.
The soldiers of Wancheng, who had lost most of their officers, were suddenly attacked in their sleep. Fires burst into the sky in the camp, and shouts of killing could be heard everywhere.
Three thousand people were defeated by one blow, more than half were killed or injured, and the rest were surrendered.
On the second day, the king rode without stopping and led his army straight to the outside of Rangxian City and came down with a drum.
At the same time, messengers rushed everywhere, trying every possible means to contact the refugees from Yongqin and other places, and invited them to join in the rebellion.
A few days later, Xinye, the county seat, was captured.
Wang Ru's tribe has grown to ten thousand people, and there is a steady stream of refugees from Guanzhong coming to seek refuge.
This fire can no longer be stopped and will burn Jingzhou to pieces.
Chapter completed!