Starting from March, Shao Xun stayed in the palace to accompany his parents, and sometimes went to the fields to plant vegetables himself.
Besides his parents, he spends time with his wives, concubines, and children.
The Yin family gave birth to a daughter in the twelfth lunar month of the eighth year of Shengui (324), and now Guanqiu family is pregnant.
Finally, there is the Jing family.
Shao Xun felt that he was a bit neglectful of her, and he always used her as a human musical instrument after returning home, or listened to her singing to relax his mood, which was a bit too much, so Jing also became pregnant.
His life is so simple and unpretentious.
In mid-March, he issued a war mobilization order...
Baichaowu is not far away, and even at night there is still a constant sound of tinkling.
Blacksmith Chang Wei sat beside the moss-covered wall, breathing lightly.
This is Xin'anye, one of the three largest iron smelting cities under the jurisdiction of the Ordnance Supervision, and is responsible for the production of many weapons, such as long swords.
He had just finished playing a round a quarter of an hour ago and was very tired.
A long sword is not a long sword. It sounds awkward, but it is the truth.
To be honest, it is a bit like the ancient horse-cutting sword, but it is thicker, heavier, consumes a lot of iron materials, and has a reverse edge, making it very difficult to make.
Sometimes, Chang Wei thought that by turning it into a knife and attaching a long handle, he could kill both men and horses, but that seemed to consume more iron.
Of course, the long sword has many advantages.
The King of Liang once came here to inspect and distribute rewards. He drank a little more wine during the ceremony and said that this thing evolved from the "Mo Dao", which meant that it could be used by tall and strong people, but ordinary people could not control it.
If you can gather 5,000 long sword soldiers, immediately let them wear black clothes and give them the military title "Black Cloud Long Sword Army", or form a "left and right long sword army". The enemy cavalry can also be chopped down with one sword, causing them to "break into pieces".
Chang Wei grinned when he thought of this section.
If the horse is really cut off, the sword will also be broken. No matter what, the other side of the sword must be protected by copper.
"嘘嘘嘘嘘嘘嘘嘘嘘嘘嘘嘘嘘嘘壘" was heard.
"Chang Wei, get up quickly and follow me." The man pointed his horsewhip and said loudly.
"Where are you going?" Chang Wei stood up subconsciously, saluted hurriedly, and asked.
"Yanmen." The visitor didn't say much, and only added: "A few more skilled apprentices, let's go on the road together."
"Yes." Chang Wei's mind was filled with excitement and he agreed.
The visitor quickly rode to another place.
The rhythmic sound of Xin'anye's iron hammering and the sound of the bellows were disrupted.
After a while, a large group of shirtless blacksmiths gathered.
The men on duty pulled the carriages one after another, and the torches stretched to the farthest distance in the night.
Door after door was pushed open.
The women seized the last moment to stuff the prepared steamed cakes and Hu cakes into their bags, and took the trouble to instruct them.
The children bit their fingers, looked at their father who was about to part with them, and cried loudly.
Chang Wei sighed, squatted down, touched his son's little head, and said, "Master, I'll be back soon."
The son only held the corner of his clothes and said nothing.
Chang Wei gently opened his son's fingers and said: "More than ten years ago, I fell dying outside Guangcheng Ze. It was King Liang who saved me. He asked me to go with the army to fight, so I will go."
When the woman heard the conversation between the father and son, her eyes turned red and she said, "Swords have no eyes on the battlefield, so be careful."
"I'm just repairing equipment with the army." Chang Wei stood up, waved his hands impatiently, then picked up his baggage and strode away under the starlight.
Horse-drawn carriages, ox-carts, and donkey-carts passed by the door.
The cart was filled with gleaming weapons, all covered with thatch.
Some cars were full of people, all staring in the direction of home.
At this time, Xinanye is like a city that never sleeps.
Pillars of smoke rose high, and the fire burned all night long.
After they left, the sound of clanging seemed to become more intensive and never stopped.
****
Bian Tao woke up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely.
He had a strange dream: Shao Fan, the younger brother of King Liang, came to capture him with a group of wolf-like soldiers. In addition to torture and humiliation, he also tied his hands and feet tightly and threw him into a wilderness, where he was left to die.
Trampled by horses.
"Bad luck!" Bian Tao cursed and stood up. Ignoring the surprised look of the woman beside him, he walked straight to the central hall, picked up a bowl of cold water, and drank it happily.
Halfway through the drink, he seemed to realize something and slowly put down the tea bowl.
His movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of disturbing anything.
There were already voices coming and going in the manor.
People were coming and going on the flying stack, and the sound of equipment colliding was constantly heard.
The archers who were usually worshiped like uncles strung their bows nervously, then grabbed their quivers, took three steps at a time and rushed up to the turret.
Bian Tao seemed to wake up suddenly, and immediately rushed up to the turret with a pale face.
The tribesmen saluted one after another.
Bian Tao ignored him at all, just lying on the wall and looking at the post road in the distance with wide eyes.
On the post road, a long line of torches stretched as far as the eye could see.
The dense sound of horse hooves was like muffled thunder, hitting people's heartstrings one after another. Countless soldiers rode on horseback, marching all night, at very fast speeds.
"There must be thousands of people here." Yi Qujiang smacked his lips and said with emotion: "The people coming from the east should be the soldiers from Gaoping and Dongping counties."
"Zuo Feilongwei?" Bian Tao murmured to himself: "Who is rebelling here?"
No one could answer him, everyone was shocked by the boundless sea of ​​cavalry - even if there were only a few thousand cavalry, it was still very unsettling in the dark, because the sound of horse hooves was everywhere, as if they were surrounded.
The venue fell silent for a moment, and everyone was quietly savoring the momentum of thousands of troops.
One man's order actually attracted so many brave warriors to rush to the battlefield without hesitation. The sweet taste of power is enough to make people remember it all night long...
Among the marching columns, Qin San was already a little tired.
As a veteran who followed King Liang twenty years ago, he has only reached the position of governor of Daye Longxiang Prefecture at the age of over forty, and his progress is relatively slow.
This is his last chance.
The rapid sound of horse hooves was like an inspiring horn, and the hotness in his chest was burning repeatedly, dispelling his fatigue and suppressing the confusion in his heart.
If he is like this, why are the 9,600 soldiers of Zuo Feilong Guard not like this?
When they go into battle this year, they can also count their merits.
Therefore, attacking Shengle and earning military merit is what everyone desires most.
No one can stop them.
Suotou is destined to become a stepping stone for this group of killers who will do anything for fame and wealth.
Kill! Kill as far as Shengle, as far as Yinshan, and as far as the distance. With fame and wealth, you will have your own sword and gun to take it...
Bian Tao saw Dongfang Xiwei until he silently descended to the top of the city.
Unknowingly, while he was indulging in alcohol and not caring about worldly affairs, someone had already been conquering the world for twenty years.
In twenty years, great changes have taken place.
In the past twenty years, he has become something that no one can bring down anymore.
One war after another added to his supreme prestige.
When this prestige reaches its peak, the world will change color.
Bian Tao was a little discouraged and couldn't explain why.
The soldiers were still guarding the wall, but their eyes had turned to Bianshui in the distance.
On the sparkling river, ships loaded with food came one after another, adding nutrients to the upcoming war.
****
Outside Shangdang City, it was raining continuously.
"Lan Hu, there are eighty-four people out of Ding."
"Qiu Dan, there are fifty-two people from Ding."
"Shi Mian, there are sixty-six people from Ding."
"Shi Xing, there are one hundred and five people..."
Amidst the shouting and neighing of people, the clan leaders and their tribesmen saluted in unison, then turned and left.
The hound barked loudly, seemingly dissatisfied with the men who were dismantling the tent and its kennel.
The little master gently stroked the dog's head and calmed it down.
On the hillside, the dirty sheep were bleating and marching towards the north.
The leader of the sheep walked majestically at the front, followed closely by the other sheep, like a marching column.
Occasionally, a naughty lamb left the team and was quickly whipped back by the shepherd's loud whip.
Liu Runzhong stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the earth.
The grass is green and the water is white.
Groups of gray figures began to gather, rushing towards the north like a stream flowing into a river.
From time to time there would be large splashes of water on the river, as the knights who couldn't wait to queue up to cross the bridge waded through the water and rushed to the other side of the river.
War horses snorted, weapons clanked, golden eagles soared into the sky, and horns resounded throughout the fields.
The torrent of knights has been rushing forward for a long time.
They poured out of the flat valley, crossed the mountain ridge, and disappeared into the rainy sky.
Gradually, an army of countless cattle and sheep caught up with them from the other side of the river.
The two torrents merged together, covering almost the entire valley...
And behind them, the tents disappeared one by one like magic.
Instead there was a fully loaded carriage.
The old horse neighed in pain and hesitated in the fateful mud.
The strong woman and the boy jumped out of the car and pushed hard.
The old man rode the horse slowly, holding more than a dozen reins in his hand. Amidst the crisp sound of bells, more horses followed behind, one after another, endlessly.
After the war horses passed, a group of arrogant knights galloped past regardless of the mud.
A loud pastoral song sounded from their mouths, attracting everyone's attention.
Seeing that a woman had noticed them, the knight held his head high and deliberately exposed the exquisite silver ornaments on his saddle.
This is the bravest and most powerful warrior under the nobles' command.
They are eager to kill, eager to pursue fame and fortune, eager to be recognized by the people of Jin, eager to rise to the top and be favored by Liang Wang Danyu...
The nobles made it very clear that there is no one in the world who is more generous than the Great Chanyu of Liang. If he does not fight for him, the Jie people of Shangdang will never get ahead and will have no chance of being accepted by the Jin people.
Kill! Kill them to Shengle and take away their cattle, sheep and women. The king of Liang will exchange them for gold and silk.
Kill! Fight to the Yin Mountains, chase them north, and don't give the enemy a chance to breathe. The Liang King Shanyu will be surprised by your bravery, and then reward you with his brocade robe.
The rain gradually stopped.
Liu Runzhong descended the mountain, got on his horse, then drew his saber and pointed it to the north.
The sound of howling wolves suddenly echoed throughout the valley.
Chapter completed!