Two hundred thousand refugees from Jiangxia came to Xiangyang. These refugees who had no food to eat and froze to death along the way did not even know whether the butcher would give them a bite to eat.
Recently, I heard occasionally that the butcher was actually a good man who cared for the people, but it was a rumor after all, and Liu Zhang's evil reputation was in front of him, and the shadow could no longer be removed.
Moreover, one hundred thousand of them were originally those who escaped from Xiangyang. If they go back now, no matter how kind the butcher is, will he be so kind?
But no matter how suspicious they are, Jiangxia will not take them in, and they have nowhere to go except Xiangyang.
However, these anxious refugees did not know that all parties in Xiangyang were waiting for their arrival. The Sichuan army was preparing food for them and building porridge sheds and camps. The noble families were also raising food and preparing to provide relief to the refugees under Liu Zhang's "call".
Chen Sheng led the original Xiangyang soldiers and the defeated Jingzhou soldiers in Xiling, left the mountains, and secretly marched towards Xiangyang.
Wu Jun, the leader of the anti-Liu Zhang alliance, was also preparing to look for opportunities for assassination in this chaos.
Wu Jun and a group of alliance backbones climbed up a hill and said to the vast and neat soup kitchen shacks outside Xiangyang City: "Did you see it? Hundreds of thousands of refugees are arriving here one after another. In two days, Jiangxia's
Most of the refugees will arrive, and the scene will be chaotic and chaotic."
"Here." Feng Ziyin was very happy when she heard Wu Jun call her the first one.
"You take some people and rush to the refugee team, preaching that Liu Zhang is the reincarnation of the Red Emperor, the destined king, and their savior."
Feng Ziyin was confused: "Brother Wu Jun, we obviously have a sworn enemy with Liu Zhang, why do we still help him promote his reputation?"
Wu Jun chuckled softly: "Because only in this way can we have the opportunity to assassinate and raise Liu Zhang's status higher in the hearts of those refugees. Once Liu Zhang appears, chaos will definitely occur, which is our opportunity to assassinate."
Since there are rumors everywhere that Liu Zhang, the dog thief, is the reincarnation of the Red Emperor and is destined to be crowned king, we will add fuel to his fire.
Remember, the more realistic the story about the Xiangjiang Stone Man and Stone Tablet is, the better, and the more the refugees can worship Liu Zhang, the better. Only in this way can we achieve our goal."
"Yes." Feng Ziyin, holding her sword, accepted the order.
"Ling Chen."
"Here." Qu Lingchen, dressed in white, stepped out lightly with his sword in hand.
Wu Jun slowed down his tone: "You are the best in martial arts. This assassination mission must still be handed over to you. Before most of the refugees arrive, you should rush to the soup kitchen. If Liu Zhang doesn't show up, that's it. If Liu Zhang does show up and chaos occurs, you
Immediately blend into the crowd and approach Liu Zhang. Take the opportunity to assassinate him."
Qu Lingchen was silent for a while, looking at the white tents at the foot of the mountain in the distance. He frowned slightly and said: "Chief, isn't it a good idea for us to do this? After all, Liu Zhang is relieving the victims, can't we change the time?
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Wu Jun chuckled and said: "Liu Zhang, he is just pretending to be benevolent and righteous. He has countless innocent blood on his hands. Do you think he will really be kind enough to save these victims?" Wu Jun saw that Qu Lingchen couldn't bear it and said in a deep voice: "Lingchen, don't forget
I killed the innocent souls of your family of more than seventy people."
Qu Lingchen remained silent.
"Yang Kai, you bring some good hands to support us."
"yes."
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Qu Lingchen came to the outskirts of Xiangyang and stood on a dirt bunker looking at the endless tents. Most of them were built by military tents. There were not many tents by the Sichuan army. They attacked Xiangyang from Baichuan and demolished half of the tents.
Moreover, a lot of money has been spent on disaster relief in Liangjiang. This time, in addition to collecting tents from noble families, we also temporarily made some from cloth and built many wooden sheds.
Many tents can be seen with patches of tarpaulin patched together, making them very crude.
The people of Xiangyang also donated a lot of old clothes and food. Food from the aristocratic families and the government were placed in each tent. The aristocratic families all had family banners, and the government accounted for about half. There are still very few victims, and the tents are basically empty.
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With such a large scale, was Liu Zhang really showing off?
Two days ago, the Sichuan Army announced a high-profile attack on four enemy armies. Everyone in Jingxiang knew this. Liu Zhang always followed his words, but now there is no movement. And between the tents, there are soldiers standing guard and patrolling in rows.
Soldiers raised their spears and patrolled the tent streets.
"The Sichuan army stopped attacking because they wanted to resettle the victims."
Qu Lingchen watched everything in front of him intently, and suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was a little loose, and he was so weak that he wanted to slide down. "Is it really good to assassinate him now?"
"I serve the world." Qu Lingchen thought of the high-spirited young man on Yunmengze Island.
"Liu Zhang, are you just showing off, or are you really doing it for the people of the world? If you were doing it for the people of the world, why did you kill so many innocent lives?"
"The young master cherishes the people of Chu, and the people of Chu vote for the young master." This was what I said to him at that time. Could it be that I am also a "people of Chu" now?
"Forget it." Qu Lingchen sighed softly: "With such a dense army, even if I can assassinate you, I won't be able to survive. Let everything be settled in two days."
After ten years of studying in the mountains, I have never understood the world. When I first came down from the mountain, I even went to the place where the four imperial examinations were held in Chengdu. After that... Brazil's grave, Yun Mengze's inner words, Guiyang's unbearable situation... one by one
Qu Lingchen felt so tired that he had long wanted to end his life.
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In the fanli incense tent.
Fan Lixiang threw a scroll of bamboo slips to Xing Daorong: "Go and help Liu Min. After the job is done, give this to him and tell him to lead the troops well. He can train the soldiers according to his ideas, regardless of previous orders.
Yes, what you are holding in your hand is the new military regulations of our Shenwei Army."
"General, won't you come with us?"
"Are you kidding me? There are so many people providing relief, how can I be left out?"
Xing Daorong glanced at the bamboo slips in his hand, and said to Fan Lixiang with a smile: "How many people are you planning to give me, general?"
"Bring thirty or fifty personal soldiers." Fan Lixiang said lightly.
"What? Thirty to fifty, or three to five thousand?"
"It's all wrong. It's twenty or thirty."
Xing Daorong looked at Fan Lixiang sullenly, not daring to speak anymore, but he was unwilling to do so.
Fan Lixiang stood up from her seat and patted Xing Daorong's bear-like shoulder: "Do you think you are needed in this battle? You went to Jiangbei. The two small towns of Jingling and Hanyang are already in our hands. You
You are just responsible for guarding a ready-made city, how many soldiers and horses are needed?"
"Go away, I'll keep the soldiers and horses here for use."
Xing Daorong was very unhappy, but he didn't dare to say another word and walked away dejectedly.
Chen Ying said to Fan Lixiang: "General, why don't you give Xing Daorong more troops and horses, so that if something happens to General Liu, it will be easier to respond."
A long time ago, Fan Lixiang transferred her troops to the north of the Yangtze River along with the refugees who escaped. Wherever the refugees went, the army went. The peasant army mixed with the peasants and pretended to be real.
Now in Jingling Hanyang, there are a large number of people from Fanlixiang, and there are two small towns at your fingertips.
It's just that Chen Ying still wants to be safe.
"Don't worry, everyone's attention is now on the 200,000 refugees. There won't be any surprises. I'll keep these soldiers and horses. Practice well. Even if you don't know any formations or offensive and defensive coordination, at least
You have to let them have some energy and dare to rush forward when the time comes. Just follow this and train to death. It doesn't matter how much is left."
Chen Ying's expression twisted, it seemed that Fan Lixiang was serious about it.
"Also... monitoring Pang Tong."
"General, are you still going to attack Pang Tong?" Chen Ying said solemnly. Since returning from the last rainy night, Fan Lixiang has withdrawn the people who monitored Pang Tong. Chen Ying originally thought that Fan Lixiang had given up.
Fan Lixiang raised her eyebrows and looked forward with eyes like deep pools: "Pang Tong cannot be used by the lord. After my careful observation, it seems that the lord can't do anything to Pang Tong. Then let me, Fan Lixiang, do it for you."
"But..." Chen Ying hesitated.
Fan Lixiang lay on her back on the hidden bag, looked at Chen Ying and said with a smile: "You are afraid that I can't beat Pang Tong. Don't worry, there are ways to deal with smart people. There are ways to deal with smart people. I will not plot against Pang Tong."
Yes, that's a waste of effort.
You only need to send someone to monitor him, and then all we have to do is wait, wait for the opportunity, wait for the right opportunity, and then seize the opportunity. As long as the opportunity comes, if God wants him to die, it will be difficult for him not to die. "
Fan Lixiang made a five-fingered fist gesture.
Chen Ying looked at Fan Lixiang and found that the former young lady seemed to have not changed. She was still as scheming and ruthless as before, but she seemed to have changed. Everything she did before was for two purposes. One was to keep her official position. The other was to keep her official position.
The second thing is to save one's life, but now, dealing with Pang Tong seems to have nothing to do with either of them.
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Nearly 200,000 refugees entered the outskirts of Xiangyang in a mighty force. A large number of Sichuan soldiers marched out from the camp. Zhang Ren led dozens of generals and swarmed towards the refugee team.
Seeing the murderous Sichuan Army, the refugees were a little panicked. Until the Sichuan Army soldiers spread out across the field and divided the entire field into avenues, the refugees were isolated. Although the process was a bit rough, there were no casualties.
Looking at the front of each road, a young general began to prevent the refugees from entering the tent area. The refugees finally understood the intentions of the Sichuan army.
The refugees were divided into dozens of groups and were led by soldiers into each tent area. At this time, there were people inside each tent. There were alms bowls and rice buckets on the table in front of the tents. Behind every ten tents, there was a large pot with freshly cooked food.
food.
The refugees walked among the tents, as if they were going shopping. The smell of wild vegetables and porridge wafted into their noses. The refugees, who had not had a good meal in several days, were full of longing.
However, the refugees were not taken to eat. Instead, they were taken into a large tent as big as a square, which was covered with patches of straw. The refugees knew that this should be their place to live. Although it was simple, it was
It's better than running around in the rain these days.
There are many such big tents. When entering the big tent, the refugees will receive a piece of clothing. They are all old clothes, with various materials and styles. Some have holes, and some are still luxurious.
, these were donated by millions of people and families in Xiangyang.
In many poor families, a piece of clothing is worn again and again, mended and mended again and again. It is passed down from father to son, son to younger brother, and younger brother to grandson. It is normal for a piece of clothing to be worn for more than ten years.
However, since the last ceremony, Fan Lixiang's touching speech, and the Xiangjiang stone tablets unearthed, these people still gritted their teeth and donated pieces of rags.
The refugees who had been soaked in the drizzle for several days felt warm in their hearts when they saw the dry and clean clothes. Some refugees who escaped from Xiangyang and came back couldn't help but have red eyes. They took the dry clothes and collected them.
He picked up a bamboo stick and entered the tent without even daring to raise his head.
The bed number is marked on the bamboo stick, which is actually the serial number of the straw bed. Each one can find his or her position according to the label. They don't know the words, so they can only find it according to the symbols.
In fact, it is useless even if you know the characters, because it is the Arabic numerals marked by Liu Zhang, and no one in the world knows it except Liu Zhang and Huang Yue.
In two days, 200,000 bamboo sticks had to be marked on the bedside. It was a huge project. Time was tight, and Liu Zhang had to give this idea to the officials who were preparing.
What Liu Zhang didn't expect was that after this disaster relief, Arabic numerals became popular all over the world. They are not only simple and easy to write and calculate, but they are also a symbol of love. As long as you see it, you will see 200,000 refugees outside Xiangyang City.
The scene of being rescued is unforgettable for all disaster victims.
This rescue was a comprehensive unity in Xiangyang. The family, the government and the people almost all used their greatest strength. It was also the largest and most stable rescue at one time before the Three Kingdoms. It was unprecedented. The Arabic numerals are the witness of this rescue.
By.
Two hundred thousand refugees were led to the tents in an orderly manner, and then took their ID numbers to the corresponding soup kitchens to receive meals. The entire tent area was bustling with people. But there was no chaos. Some mothers were feeding their children porridge, and some young people were feeding them porridge.
While serving the elderly, some people whose relatives died on the road were crying silently. Some people who were originally from Xiangyang but have now become refugees lowered their heads in daze.
Soldiers monitored the porridge pot to see if it was cooked before scooping it out. Military doctors shuttled between the tents. Anyone with a fever was immediately isolated and treated.
Only some young people seemed to be doing nothing, taking a few sips of gruel and looking around.
"Do you have venison soup?" A young man asked under the tent of a noble family. There was a huge word "Pang" next to the tent.
"Wild deer don't lay eggs this season," the porridge man replied casually.
The young man immediately came closer and whispered: "Descendants of Huang Xiang."
"Go into the city first and wait until midnight." The porridge cook gave the young man a bowl of gruel.
The young man lifted the bowl, laughed, and said loudly: "Thanks, but it's a pity there is no meat."
Qu Lingchen wore a black gauze hat and civilian clothes and mingled among the refugees. Because of the queue, the people Yang Kai brought to support him were dispersed.
Qu Lingchen carefully checked the surrounding environment, which was in good order, but it was obvious that besides Wu Jun's people, there were also a large number of suspicious people. Although he deliberately disguised himself, under this order, the different expressions on his face showed that Qu Lingchen could
His sensitivity is also fully exposed.
"Girl, why are you wearing a gauze hat? There is a tent for living here, so you don't need to protect yourself from the rain. Take it off."
Qu Lingchen was assigned a private soup kitchen tent. This tent did not carry a banner. It was not a government official or aristocratic family. It should have been built voluntarily by ordinary people.
The person serving the porridge was an old lady, and an old man was helping her pass the bowls. Behind her, there was a young man and woman, the woman was making porridge, and the man was carrying the basin out. A child was sorting vegetables in the tent.
It was the old lady who asked Qu Lingchen. She seemed to be over sixty. In this day and age, it is not easy to live to sixty.
"Thank you, aunt. I'm ugly and I'm afraid of scaring people."
Qu Lingchen answered and walked away with the porridge. The old lady sighed from behind: "Hey, a girl with such a nice voice is so hard to look away from. In fact, it doesn't matter what she looks like."
"Yes, you were ugly back then."
"Old man, you are not serious."
Qu Lingchen looked at the bowl of rice porridge with some yellow bran floating in his hand, his eye circles could not help but turn red, and then he looked at the entire tent area, where there were soldiers everywhere maintaining order, helping the elderly, catching running children, and the soup kitchen.
The rows of refugees in front, the men licking the bottom of the bowl...
Do you really want to kill Liu Zhang here?
"Liu Zhang, you must not come." He had always hated him in his heart and wanted to take revenge in his dreams, but at this moment, Qu Lingchen really didn't want to see Liu Zhang.
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Mufu.
Liu Zhang was discussing with Fazheng Yang Zi, carefully calculating the money and food expenses. Gao Pei came to report, patting his chest and saying: "Lord, I'm scared to death. There are so many refugees, one after another, filling up such a large area.
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I thought we built too many tents, but now I realize that there are not enough. Tens of thousands of people are crowded into one big tent, which is really crowded. Don’t put it up. There is also a soup kitchen, and all I can see is those big pots.
The porridge inside was gurgling down..."
Fazheng and others all looked at Gao Pei, and Liu Zhang said coldly: "You ran back here panting like an ox just to tell me this?"
Gao Pei was startled and said: "Of course not, my lord, I really admire you for trying to find a way to sign... Oh, General Zhang came to report to me that refugees are still arriving one after another, and the 30,000 troops outside the city are not enough.
, we have to continue to mobilize troops, and there is not enough food.
The most important thing is water, water for cooking porridge and water for the victims to drink. They were not prepared at all originally. Although the refugees did not say it, General Zhang said that you can tell by looking at the movements of the refugees adding their lips that the porridge with salt cannot be used.
Quench your thirst."
Fa Zheng frowned: "With the family sharing the burden, there is no shortage of food for the time being, and water can also be transported. However, as a result, more soldiers and water transport manpower will be sent. The secret sentry in Jingshan discovered traces of Chen Sheng's army and removed them.
The soldiers ambushing in the southwest of Xiangyang and the soldiers in the surrounding cities of Xiangyang. There are already less than 30,000 troops in the city to defend the huge Xiangyang City. If we deploy more troops, I'm afraid..."
Liu Zhang frowned for a long time, carefully thinking about the deployment of the Sichuan army, and predicting how the clan would attack. However, after calculation, Xiangyang City was missing 30,000 people, and it was impossible to defend it.
Thirty thousand people were allocated to eight city gates, leaving less than 4,000 people at each gate, not to mention the heavy troops to defend the Mufu.
"Go ahead and send another 10,000 troops to General Zhang."
"Lord..."
"In addition, let's see what vacancies there are and let young men and women from the refugees do work, such as carrying water, cooking porridge, etc. They can also go to the government to do work. If the government can't absorb it, let the noble families do it.
Work as a short-term or long-term laborer at home, but no one is allowed to take the opportunity to buy or sell slaves, and violators will be severely punished."
"yes."
After Gao Pei left, Liu Zhang said to Fa Zheng: "Xiaozhi, let's go to the soup kitchen tomorrow."