The river flows eastward day and night.
After Fu Zhi reluctantly presided over the last sacrifice, his body could not support himself 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 slowly inspected it.
"My son was only fifteen years old, and you conscripted him. God will kill him!" A man with gray hair fell to the ground and cried loudly.
Everyone around him was sympathetic.
The boy was hit by an arrow last night, but he didn't die on the spot. After surviving for a day, he finally didn't 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.
In the setting sun, among the grass, someone is cooking.
The food in the earthen jar was very thin and dark, with many weeds floating in it.
Seeing Fu Zhi approaching, the man stood up in a hurry. I don't know if it was because of fatigue or for some reason. He shook his head before standing up and saluting. And with his slightly "violent" action, his stomach started growling again.
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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.
There were no men in sight either in the houses or on the fishing boats. The women were pounding their clothes numbly by the river, and the children were squatting next to them, half-clothed 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.
This would be fine if it were just this. The most important thing is that when the city site was determined and the foundation was laid, the Huns came.
They often took small boats and attacked 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 was piled with wood, bricks and stones, all shipped from the south bank.
Hundreds of soldiers under Yin's tent in Henan camped nearby, unloading goods along the way.
The cargo was heavy and difficult to move. Every few days, there would be news of missing limbs and 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 were so many people dying of hunger, dying of illness, dying of exhaustion, and being killed that it was hard to tell them apart.
Fu Zhi had finished turning before the sun had completely set.
Hezhu is actually not that big.
It's several miles long from east to west and just over a mile wide from north to south, so you can really only build a small city that's about four miles wide.
There are two other small Zhudas to the west of Hezhu, both of which are only half the size of this one and not connected. There are a few residential buildings on them, but they are all deserted 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 Zhamati area 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 more than a hundred or hundreds of years, these three rivers and rivers 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 backbone of the world and is the throat of the north and south. It is where all the capitals run and it is an important place in ancient and modern times. Therefore, it is a place that must be fought over by military strategists. If there is chaos in the world, heavy troops should be deployed."
"Yes, this is the great defense of the capital. Crossing the bridge to the south, you will reach Luojing, which is within easy reach; crossing the bridge to the north, go straight to Shangdang, Taiyuan; go northeast, and reach Yecheng, Yanzhao;
It enters Zhiguan in the northwest and reaches Hedong and Pingyang. If this bridge is completed, Liu Cong is afraid that he will have to rebuild Zhiguan for defense."
The two court officials held feather fans in their hands, turned their backs to Fu Zhi, and pointed 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 walked away hesitantly.
The two court officials heard the voice and turned around in a hurry. When they saw Situ, they immediately saluted, but Fu Zhi had already gone away.
Fu Zhi returned to the He Temple again.
The sun has completely set, and night gradually covers the earth.
In the ancestral hall, candles have been lit.
Amid the flickering flames, the originally quite amiable statue of the god turned out to be somewhat ferocious and gloomy.
Are there too many wronged souls?
Fu Zhi sat weakly on the futon and stared at the statue with wide eyes.
The statue of the god 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 turn into this?
This is not how the world should be!
There are continuous natural disasters and man-made disasters.
Everyone is going crazy, killing again and again, non-stop. At this point, I am afraid that I can only stop killing by killing, 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 Hebei's old land could be restored in his lifetime.
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"The thieves are coming!" On the north side of Hezhu, the sound of earthen jars 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 owner of the building, 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 strictly supervise, 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 waist-deep water.
There were people on the boat who took out their bows and fired towards the place where there was fire. When the bowstring sounded, it would often cause one or two screams.
"My maid, who is here this time?" The owner of the building waved the wooden raft 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 a dozen long arrows struck, knocking the few archers on guard to the ground. The last arrow, by coincidence, hit the building owner's arm, making him groan in pain.
There was a sound.
More and more enemies are coming ashore.
The new defenders had begun to disperse.
Instead, the civilian servants roared and rushed forward with shovels, pickaxes, wooden spears, and sticks.
Their families are 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, which would scare the faint of heart to the faint of heart.
The dark clouds were blown away by the wind, revealing half of the moon.
The first thing that caught the 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, the bloody courage cannot withstand the enemy's fierce attack.
The slaves 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 defense line 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? Probably no less than a hundred!
The dark clouds had completely moved away, and the bright moonlight fell on the earth, illuminating the large piece of silver helmet behind the earthen wall.
Under the command of the trumpet sound, more than a hundred infantry archers fired in unison.
A dense barrage of 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 looked around 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 earthen wall.
Each person holds 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's the blood gourd.
There are not many enemy troops left standing. Everyone can be "divided" with several spears, which is really a big 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 ships on the river symbolically fired a barrage of arrows, causing several muffled groans.
Then the battlefield returned to calm.
The defenders and slaves 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 broke away from contact.
The Huns rowed back to the north shore.
The silver spear warriors cleaned the battlefield and cleared away the remaining enemies.
Just as we arrived at Hezhu by boat, we encountered 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, raised his sword and scanned his new territory.
Liu Ling carried the big flag with the word "Shao" on his shoulders and inserted it into the soft sand.
Seeing this big flag, everyone became excited.
"Mr. Chen!"
"Mr. Chen is here!"
"Mr. Chen, my brother was kidnapped by the Huns. Go and rescue him quickly."
"Mr. Chen, my home is in Hanoi, and my wife and children have been plundered by the Huns. Please take me back with you."
"Mr. Chen, I'm hungry..."
Groups of sergeants disembarked from the ship and formed an orderly formation on the shore.
Seeing these warriors who were filled with a solemn atmosphere, the noise gradually subsided.
"Loose grain, let everyone have a good meal." Shao Xun waved his hand and ordered.
Chapter completed!