Yuxi is located to the west of Chang'an, on the bank of the Weishui River, and to the south by the Qinling Mountains.
The spring rain was pouring, and Yang Tingfang stood in the tent, looking at the green and black mountains in the mist and rain in the distance to the south, with a heavy heart.
Behind him, the clan brother Yang Yuanfang put down his wine glass, burped, took a piece of meat from the plate on the table, put it into his mouth to chew, and sighed: "Ordinarily, this spring rain is continuous, it is time for spring plowing, as long as
If the summer is not too dry, it will definitely be a good year. But we are hesitant here, unable to advance or retreat, and our family's fertile farmland is vacant. How are we going to survive this winter?"
All members of the aristocratic families have food reserves, which they will not touch until they are absolutely necessary, so that they can survive natural disasters and man-made disasters. However, if a natural disaster occurs, the descendants of the family and relatives will be better off, but who are the common people, servants and tenants?
Can you still come here?
All they can do is starve and die everywhere, and Yi Zi eats each other.
The clan is a landlord. Although it exploits ordinary people and slaves and tenants, the relationship between the two parties is by no means incompatible. On the contrary, they have a deep bond. They basically will not ignore their own servants and farmers and tenants to die of cold and hunger. Population is a big problem these days. There is no
Who will cultivate the hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands of acres of fertile land?
Yang Tingfang turned around and sat down at the table. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all. He frowned and said: "How can we take care of spring plowing? The grain we brought has been used up. The second room is at Jinguangmen.
A fire outside has almost burned up all the food stored in Guanlong. At present, Guanlong's army has too much time to take care of itself and will not care about us at all. In a few days, we will not even have food to eat."
Yang Yuanfang also put down his chopsticks, unwilling to eat.
If it were in the past, he would have come up with a strategy to rob nearby villages and plunder food. Even many private armies who were trapped in Guanzhong and lacked food had come up with this idea. But after the Duan family in Nanyang was wiped out by Zuowuwei, who would dare to do it again?
Such an idea is tantamount to courting death...
Yang Yuanfang glanced out the window and whispered: "How about... let's just go back?"
The Luoyang Yang family is a branch of the Hongnong Yang family. As for how far back the blood relationship between the two parties is, even they themselves don’t know. Anyway, there are countless families in the world who claim to be a branch of the Hongnong Yang family. Some of them are indeed
Some of them just cling to their names, and they have been passed down for dozens of generations. No one can tell who is real and who is fake. In short, the Hongnong Yang family does not recognize them at all.
However, in the Luoyang area, the Yang family's foundation is still quite strong. This can be seen from the dispatch of 10,000 private soldiers at Changsun Wuji's invitation. This is a strength that can only be possessed by the current great clan.
Yang Tingfang raised his eyebrows: "How to get there? Tongguan is blocked by Li Ji. Only entry is allowed, no exit is allowed, so it is difficult to fly. Shang Yu's ancient road was tormented by Fang Er for a while, and now it is completely blocked by the Guanlong army... It's difficult."
Yang Yuanfang said: "We can take the Tangluo Road!"
Guanzhong is a beautiful place, a land of abundance. Because it is surrounded by mountains and rivers on all sides, blocking off the inside and outside, it has created a unique place with fertile water and soil. But at the same time, the Qinling Mountains that cut off the east and west have also become an insurmountable natural chasm. From ancient times to the present, people in Guanzhong have tried to escape in order to travel.
Going out, several passages have been opened in the Qinling Mountains, among which there are probably six large-scale passages: Chencang Road, Baoxie Road, Tangluo Road, Ziwu Road, Kugu Road and Wuguan Road.
Among them, Wuguan Road is part of the ancient Shang-Yu Road and is the only way to connect Guanzhong and Luoyang...
As for the Tangluo Road, it is named because after crossing the Qinling Mountains from Luoyu Valley in Chang'an, its southern exit is the Tangshui River Valley, a tributary of the Han River. It can reach Hanzhong directly. From Hanzhong, you can go directly to Nanyang via the Commercial Road, and continue north to reach Luoyang.
However, since the "Plank Road was built openly and the Chencang Road was crossed secretly", the Chencang Road connecting Guanzhong and Hanzhong became the main post road, and the Tangluo Road gradually became less crowded and extremely difficult to travel.
Yang Tingfang made a mental calculation, shook his head and said, "The detour is too far, we don't have enough food, and it's impossible to get supplies along the way. It's very difficult."
Yang Yuanfang stepped forward and whispered: "We can rob the village! We usually don't dare because we are afraid of being killed by the army, but now we just grab a vote and leave. Who will chase us?"
Nowadays, the situation in Guanzhong is delicate. All parties are trying hard to maintain the balance and it is too late to strengthen the army. Who is willing to send troops to pursue a private army?
Yang Tingfang was greatly moved.
Yang Yuanfang added: "Now the East Palace and Guan Long seem to be in peace talks, but in fact they are at war with each other. Especially Fang Er, who is unruly and unruly. He may send troops to fight without permission at any time. How dare Guan Long not be on guard? They are just a bunch of rabble.
With the large number of people and strength suppressing the East Palace, they would not dare to mobilize any more troops. Although Li Ji had many soldiers and generals, they were far away from Tongguan. To get here, he had to bypass the East Palace and Guanlong defense areas, which was time-consuming and laborious.
, if you are not careful, it will provoke a fierce reaction from both sides, causing the situation to collapse... If you let it go, we will take a detour to Hanzhong and withdraw to Luoyang, no one will care about us!"
His analysis was so sound and well-founded that Yang Tingfang nodded repeatedly.
No matter how the current situation in Chang'an changes, Guanlong's defeat is certain. If peace talks can be reached in the end and the family's fortune can be saved, it will be a blessing. How can you care about the life and death of these powerful private armies who have entered the customs?
Maybe during the peace talks, in order to please the Eastern Palace, they simply sold the private army like them. Instead of staying in Guanzhong and waiting for death, it would be better to grab enough food and retreat!
"Okay! Now choose a village or market town with abundant food, let's grab a vote and go!"
"That's how it should be!"
The two brothers immediately looked at the map and finally chose a village not far from here, close to Zhongnan Mountain. They made a detailed plan and then sent an order to the whole army to pack up and rest for the night. They would be up again at five tomorrow.
Fire made food, and then the whole army was dispatched, plundered the village, and rushed straight to Luo Tang Road to Hanzhong without stopping.
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Amidst the continuous rain at night, a well-equipped cavalry arrived outside the city. The cavalry on horseback were covered with raincoats. The rainwater slid down the smooth fur of the horses, like a dark cloud on the horizon, giving people a heavy oppression.
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Xin Mao put up a awning with his hands to cover the rain and looked at the dark military camp not far away. Several lanterns were hung on the flagpoles and swayed in the breeze and night rain.
Several figures sprang out from the darkness, and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye, but they were several scouts from the Right Guards.
"Reporting to the brigade commander, everything is normal. The enemy troops are sleeping in the camp. There are only a few patrolling soldiers. They have been eliminated by us."
General Xin Mao did not have a military position, but this time he led his troops to serve as the vanguard. He and Cheng Wuting each had another army, so they were given the temporary position of "brigade commander" to facilitate command.
Wen Yan, Xin Maojiang removed the bamboo hat on his head, stretched out his hand to pull out the horizontal knife, the sharp blade flashed coldly under the rain, and said in a deep voice: "Charge!"
With his legs clamped tightly on the horse's belly, he rushed towards the military camp in front of him, raising the horse's speed to the limit almost in an instant.
The soldiers around them drew their knives and spears, and without saying a word, they urged their horses to charge, followed by General Xin Mao, and charged towards the enemy camp in front. More than a thousand horses galloped like a flood opening its gates, flowing out violently, and the sound of hoofbeats roared rapidly.
Like rolling thunder, piercing the darkness of a rainy night.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The Yang family camp in Luoyang, where the night watchmen had been assassinated, was shocked and convulsed until the soldiers came to the camp. Many soldiers screamed and howled at the top of their lungs, trying to wake up their companions in the camps on the left and right to join the enemy.
However, the cavalry of the Youtun Guards had already rushed in like a torrent, trampling through countless tents in an instant, with sharp swords flying, blood splattering, and corpses everywhere.
General Xin Mao knocked an enemy soldier to the ground with a knife and shouted: "The British government has an order to kill without mercy!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The charge of the cavalry under his command continued unabated, and they rushed straight into the enemy camp. They trampled with iron hooves and slashed with swords, killing everyone on sight. In just one tea time, the camp of more than 10,000 people was wiped out.
No proper interception or counterattack was organized, and the dolphins and dogs were chased and slaughtered.
Blood sprayed and flowed, mixed with rainwater and gathered in the low-lying areas to form pools of blood, and countless corpses lay everywhere.
Yang Yuanfang woke up in his self-camped tent. In a panic, he put on a piece of clothing and rushed out of the door with a horizontal sword. He saw that the entire military camp had fallen into chaos. Countless cavalry in Tang Dynasty uniforms charged and killed wantonly.
The private army is running wild, crying for father and mother.
When his eyes were about to burst, he saw Yang Tingfang rushing out of the military tent next to him. He hurriedly rushed to catch him and shouted: "Brother, leave quickly!"
Yang Tingfang said angrily: "Where to go? Fight to the end with the bandits!"
"Are you crazy? This is the regular army!"
As Yang Yuanfang spoke, he pulled Yang Tingfang's arm back: "Li Ji's army must have come to wipe out our clan's private army. They will definitely not be able to win. How many people will die! Let's escape quickly to Chang'an and let our eldest grandson go."