After Liu Jiye fled back to the city, he paid homage to his six hundred warriors and burst into tears. After this battle, Emperor Liu Jiyuan was frightened and did not dare to accept the proposal to attack the camp at night. He only ordered the four cities to be closed tightly to prevent the Song army from attacking again.
Siege the city. The Emperor of the Later Han Dynasty climbed high in the palace every day to look into the distance, looking towards the north like a watchstone. His messengers for help had been sent out long ago, but the Khitan people never showed up. Could it be that the father of the emperor had already
Abandoned him as the emperor? As time went by, Liu Jiyuan became more and more desperate.
In the past two days, Yang Hao and Cheng Shixiong have been getting along very closely. The rules and politeness that Yang Hao developed in his previous life have disappeared under the influence of these veterans. Now he has become more and more like a soldier.
Now, a somewhat ruffian but more wild soldier.
On this day, he, Fan Laosi and Liu Shixuan led a group of soldiers to leave the camp and sweep to the southwest. Because the army received the news, the remnants of the Northern Han Dynasty who were defeated and fled had destroyed the grain road in the past two days.
, attacked the baggage team coming from Guangyuan. Since Cheng Shixiong's troops were originally tasked with sweeping the periphery, the officials slightly reorganized the imperial army that originally besieged Xicheng and then moved it back to the front line, sharing part of the defense on Cheng Shixiong's behalf.
He was ordered to dispatch a group of troops to ensure the safety of the food route. Originally Yang Hao was his personal soldier and did not need to perform such a task. However, although Cheng Shixiong said that there was no personal relationship in the military camp, he had some care for him, so he let him take the responsibility.
Accepting this task is not without the meaning of tempering.
"Commander Yang, there is a village ahead. There may be remnants of the defeated soldiers of the Northern Han Dynasty hiding in the village. Should we go and search?"
Fan Laosi pointed to a small village ahead and asked Yang Hao. Fan Laosi and Liu Shixuan were the "envoys" of this group of people. They were officials, but they had no rank. They were just the commanders of these hundreds of soldiers. Yang Hao was Cheng Shixiong's relative.
After the soldiers were sent out, they temporarily appointed an "instructor" officer, who was the person in charge of this team. However, this "instructor" was also a low-level official, without even a rank.
Yang Hao looked forward and saw a village on the plain. The village was very dilapidated, with ruins, broken walls, and thatched huts with earthen walls. There was a small river flowing in front of the village. Everything looked desolate. Even if there were remnants of the Northern Han Dynasty, there were no
The plan was to set up an ambush here, and he nodded and said: "Your Majesty, I will lead a group of people to advance to the village. Brother Liu and Brother Fan will take care of you on the flanks."
Yang Hao led troops for the first time. Although he only had more than a hundred soldiers under his command, and he was an official smaller than Bima Wen, he was very cautious in making any decisions and cared for the soldiers very much. "Brothers,
"Come on me" and "Brothers, rush with me", which one really treats others as brothers? Even if these soldiers are all illiterate, they can still tell the difference. He kept in mind that "only by leading by example can the soldiers win."
The words "Support" mean that you must take the lead in any situation. After one day, the two "envoys" who were originally very arrogant had some real respect for him.
After Yang Hao finished speaking, without waiting for them to refuse, he led a group of people and walked to the village first. The village was quiet. This group of soldiers rushed in with knives and guns. There was no scene of panic. This village was really quiet.
They are too poor, just like the two century-old jujube trees with sparse leaves at the entrance of the village, which are so shriveled that there is no trace of oil or water.
Yang Hao didn't search every yard or house. Ten people in those broken yards and houses couldn't hide. He just walked forward along the road until he reached the end of the village, and there were many places on some main paths.
After arranging security guards, they waved to the back. Two soldiers, Fan Laosi and Liu Shixuan, immediately led their troops to disperse, search door to door, and drive out the villagers.
There are people in the village. Although there are wars and disasters everywhere, these people have lived here for generations. From birth to death, there are only a handful of people who live twenty miles away from home. They were born here, grew up here, and they just want to die.
Therefore, although this place is so barren, I think these people have little experience, but they have seen the soldiers of the Song Dynasty, the soldiers of the Zhe family, the soldiers of the Northern Han Dynasty, the Khitan soldiers, and even the bandits from the Western Regions who came to rob and kidnap the common people.
When they were rushed out of the house, Yang Hao did not see panic on their faces, but a dull look.
These villagers are old and young, male and female, but without exception they are skinny and thin, and their clothes are in rags. Some families are so poor that their children have no clothes to wear at all, and they walk out wrapped in shabby sheets.
Yang Hao frowned slightly and said to Fan Laosi who came forward: "They are all miserable villagers. None of them are like soldiers who are paid. Don't make it difficult for them."
Fan Laosi grinned and said: "Haha, don't worry, Commander Yang. Apart from some shabby pots and pans and a bed of bedding that is about to rot, there is nothing else in these villagers' homes that the brothers will look down upon."
Yang Hao held the knife and glanced at the dull-looking villagers. When he saw a few young girls with yellow faces and hungry faces, he said: "Well, no matter whether there are valuable things or not, they are not allowed to be robbed. This is my
There is another rule for leading soldiers: you are not allowed to commit adultery with women."
Fan Laosi said: "On this point, Fan Laosi dares to assure Commander Yang that we, General Cheng, will attack cities, plunder land, fight on the battlefield, pick up and plunder money, and the general will not stop it.
, but our Cheng Jiajun will never offend this obscene word."
As soon as Fan Laosi finished speaking, he heard a woman crying from a dilapidated house: "Master, have mercy on me, please spare my mother and son, oh..."
Yang Hao raised his eyebrows slightly and immediately walked towards the house. Fan Laosi had just praised Haikou in front of him. Now when he heard this, he didn't know if any of the soldiers had the intention to bully the woman. He couldn't help but sigh angrily.
He cursed and hurried away with Yang Hao.
When Yang Hao rushed to the courtyard, he saw a soldier holding a knife in one hand and was about to rush into the room. A woman grabbed his arm and pulled him out. At the same time, he begged: "Master, the little woman is not here."
I lied to you, but I really didn’t lie to you..."
Yang Hao saw that this situation did not look like a soldier bullying a woman, so the anger on his face disappeared and he asked in a deep voice: "What happened?"
The soldier turned around and saw that it was him. He quickly raised his arms and shook off the woman, saying, "As directed by Yang, my subordinates were ordered to search the house and bring out all the villagers. But this woman used the excuse that her son was suffering from a strange disease."
If you don't see the light and just block it, there must be something weird in this room."
"Oh?" Yang Hao looked at the woman. She was not too old. She seemed to be in her early thirties, but her hair was gray and her face was haggard. She had a vague shadow of his own mother. Yang Hao felt heartbroken.
She trembled slightly and said hurriedly: "Sister-in-law, please don't cry. How old is your son? What disease is he suffering from that he can't see the light of day?"
When the woman saw that he spoke kindly, she threw herself at his feet, crawling on the ground, and begged with tears: "This lieutenant, please do well and let the little woman go. Let the little woman's son go."
, My family is extremely poor and dilapidated. Where can there be hidden Han soldiers? The young woman dare not deceive the Taiwei. My son has been suffering from a strange disease since he was a child. He usually looks like nothing, but he cannot see the sun. As long as he is exposed to the sun, he will get sick all over.
If you don't get it right, it will cause ulcers all over your body and your life will be in danger. What the little woman said is completely true. Everyone in the village, old and young, knows it and would never dare to deceive the Taiwei."
Fan Laosi was furious: "You woman are talking nonsense again. Is your son a human or a ghost? How can there be a person in the world who is so good that he is not afraid of anything but the sun? You are obviously prevaricating and deceiving.
My family’s orders!”
The woman was trembling with fright when he drank. Yang Hao waved his hand to stop Fan Laosi, bent down to help the woman up, and said slowly: "I have been ordered to search for the remnants of the Northern Han Army. This house must be
If you want to search, since you said your son can’t see the light of day, how about I go in and have a look?”
Before the woman could answer, Fan Laosi said: "In that case, let me go in and search." After saying that, he kicked open the door and rushed in. Yang Hao was grateful for his care for him, but he was reckless with him.
But he didn't adapt to his style. He frowned slightly and then followed in.
The door was kicked open, and a beam of sunlight shone in, forming a rectangular light and shadow on the ground. On the opposite side of the kang, a skinny child sat squatting, raising a small arm like a thin cucumber, trying to block the dazzling sunlight.
Fan Laosi entered the house and only looked at him once, then treated him as if he were dead and did not look at him a second time. He held the steel knife tightly and looked around cautiously, but there was not a single decent piece of furniture in this dilapidated house.
It's so empty, no one can hide there.
Yang Hao followed the room, glanced at the child, and said: "Close the door."
The soldier who came in later quickly closed the door, and the light in the room suddenly softened. The child on the kang gently lowered his hand and looked at Yang Hao with his eyes. He was pitifully thin, with a thin neck supporting a
He has a head that is larger than his body, his skin is pale, and his eyes are a little yellow. He looks like a dog sitting on the bed, but his eyes are like a wolf.
Yang Hao walked towards him step by step, and the woman called nervously: "Master Taiwei." She wanted to rush over to protect her son, but was grabbed by the sergeant.
Yang Hao asked gently: "Little guy, what's your name?"
The child didn't answer, but looked at him with a pair of hostile eyes. Yang Hao smiled slightly and said, "Your mother didn't lie. I believe what she said."
The hostility in the child's eyes immediately disappeared. The child's inner world is simple, love is simple, hate is simple, and it is easy to be satisfied. As soon as Yang Hao said these words of trusting his mother, he immediately won his trust and kindness.
And grateful.
"Have you been suffering from this disease since you were a child? Haven't you ever gone out to play?"
This time, the child spoke: "I have been out before. Ever since I was sensible, my mother has accompanied me out every night, lighting lanterns when there is no moon. I am very familiar with this village. I even climbed trees and fished out birds."
Damn, but... no one played with me, other people's children were asleep at that time."
"Yes." Yang Hao touched his head affectionately. His hair was very sparse. He knew that this child had a strange skin disease. Not one person in ten thousand people would have this disease. The child in front of him
Undoubtedly one of them. In this era, a person who can only see people at night must have a hard life. His family is very poor, and he will never be the breadwinner of the family, but his mother still loves him.
Raising him, you can imagine how difficult it was for the two of them in this already poor small village.
Yang Hao asked: "What's your name?"
"My name is Dog."
"No name?"
"No, it's useless for me to have a name. Apart from my mother, I can't see anyone else, and no one calls me."
Yang Hao felt sad when he heard this. He was an orphan, but this child was lonelier than him, so he was also more mature. His words resonated with Yang Hao. He was silent for a moment, reached into his arms, and took out the Forty Wen Da.
Money. That was one month's military pay he received. Yang Hao put all the money on the kang, then waved to Fan Laosi and the soldier, and said, "Let's go."
The dog stared at him with burning eyes. When Yang Hao walked to the door, he suddenly asked: "Uncle, what is your name?"
Yang Hao looked back at him and said with a smile: "Uncle's name is Yang Hao, remember?"
The dog tilted his head, and it could be seen that he was trying very hard to remember the name. Then he nodded seriously and said, "Uncle Yang Hao, I remember it."
Yang Hao shook his head and smiled. Because of his temporary heart palpitations, he casually left this month's salary to the poor mother and son. It was impossible for him to see every poor person and help them out of pity, nor could he help them.
For the rest of his life, he didn't take this chance encounter seriously.
After leaving this family, Yang Hao searched in the village for a while. This village was the only way to transport grain from Guangyuan to the North Han Dynasty, but there was no trace of the remnants of the Northern Han Dynasty soldiers in the village. From the mouths of these villagers,
I couldn't find any valuable news. It was already afternoon, and although the sun was not scorching at noon, the sun was still hot. Yang Hao led his team to search forward for a while, and then returned to the way they came.
When the sun was finally no longer so hot, Yang Hao led his people back to the capital of Northern Han Dynasty. When he climbed over a mountain ridge and saw the lonely city on the plain in front of him, Yang Hao was stunned for a moment. The hundred people he led
Many soldiers were also stunned.
There was originally a majestic city in front of me. Under the city, camps stretched endlessly. In the camps, there were banners like clouds and war drums like thunder. On all sides of the city, there were countless warriors wearing red tasseled Fanyang hats fighting to attack the city. Arrows were fired at them.
The traffic is like dark clouds, and the huge stones thrown by hundreds of trebuchets are bombarding the earth like meteor showers...
But now, all those scenes are gone, the endless camps are gone, the armies attacking the city from all sides are gone, the stormy crossbows are gone, the frightening boulders passing through the air are gone, and the flood is coming, flooding half of the city.
, the capital city of Northern Han Dynasty is now a vast ocean...
