After a lot of harsh words and nonsense, Pu Xianwannu listened with a straight face and made no reply.
Everyone understands that by acting like this, we can say that we have broken with the imperial court. So what is there to talk about impeachment and impeachment? Do we have to change our tune and side with the imperial court again? As for the Mongols... If Pu Xianwannu is willing to cooperate with the Mongols
, when we sent out troops a few days ago, we were able to leave a few Mongolian households in Hampyeong Mansion, and there were warriors from the Great Mongolia stationed there, so how could anything happen to Hampyeong Mansion?
After all, Xianping Mansion is the base of Pu Xian Wan Nu, and it is also the residence of civil and military personnel, as well as the families of all soldiers. Everyone is deeply concerned about it.
In this war-torn world, it is really a great blessing to have family members by your side safely. The more you feel this luck, the more you think about the possibility that your family members will fall into the hands of the enemy, which inevitably makes you panic. The military people are a little better, and there are a few civil servants.
The staff member's eyes were bloodshot, and he thought he had not closed his eyes last night.
At this time, it is inevitable that more and more people will think that this rebellion is a bit abrupt. Is it a bit too confident and frivolous to have deceived the Mongols before? No matter who is the Jin Dynasty or the Mongols,
Isn't it better to be able to use oneself for one's own purposes than to sit back and suffer a loss without relying on both sides at this time?
Many people think so, even Pu Xianwannu himself thinks so.
Precisely because Pu Xianwannu thought so, as soon as he heard the words of these subordinates, he guessed that they had complaints and dissatisfaction in their hearts.
But he had vented his anger yesterday, and he really didn't have the time to worry about it now.
He even dared to stare into the distance instead of looking directly at his subordinates, lest they see fear and wavering in his eyes.
After a while, he said in a deep voice: "The middle army and the rear army must hurry up and cross the river. The front army will rest for a... no, half an hour!"
The generals received their orders and dispersed one after another.
After all, human physical strength has its limits. After a day and night of forced march, the soldiers were exhausted. After arriving at Hampyeongfu, they would inevitably have to fight. At this time, time must be set aside to allow the soldiers to rest for a while.
Come on.
In fact, half an hour is definitely too little to rest, and two hours is not too much.
In winter in the northeastern hinterland, the weather is as cold as an ice cave, while in summer it is extremely hot and muggy. There are many mesas and sandy beaches on both sides of the road from Hampyeong Province to Hanju. Along the way there are thickets of willows and shrubs, and there are swamps and low-lying lands.
During the rapid march last night, these terrains brought terrible torture to the soldiers. In the night, they did not know how many slips and falls, so that many of them were covered in mud, and their white military uniforms were all covered with mud.
It condensed into a yellow-brown plate shape.
In order to move forward smoothly, various long weapons such as spears and spears were used as crutches. It was not uncommon for someone to eat a lot of dirt, knock out a few teeth, or be stung by wild bees and venomous insects.
The higher-ranking generals knew that this was because the Xianping Mansion was lost, and they had no choice but to do so. However, such a secret could never be spread to the entire army, so most of the soldiers were still kept in the dark at this time, and many soldiers
They all complained, saying that they were traveling so hard, going back and forth without fighting, and they didn't know what the generals above were thinking.
After the former soldiers received the order to rest, they almost immediately collapsed on the ground, unable to move for a while.
Pu Xianwannu's army was mainly infantry, with less cavalry. Some of the light cavalry were taken back to Xianping Prefecture by Pu Xianbinge. After Pu Xian came out and took them back to Xianping Prefecture, most of the remaining cavalry were under Pu Xianwannu's tent. There was also a group of light cavalry.
A heavy cavalry armed to the teeth and used as the vanguard of the entire army.
Excellent but heavy armor, horse armor and other equipment are the guarantee for soldiers to win in battle, but they become a disgusting burden when trudging through the mud at night. Fully half of the cavalry carrying heavy equipment were killed last night.
They got separated during the march, and only sixty or seventy people remained in front of the entire army. Some even lost their horses and had to walk on foot.
The leader of this cavalry is Pu Suliemeng, a famous and brave cavalryman under Pu Xianwannu.
Pu Sulie's appearance and behavior were more elegant than those of ordinary Jurchens. He was a Chinese Jurchen and had a Han name in his early years. However, since he joined Pu Xianwannu's subordinates, he was adopted by Pu Xianwannu's adopted son.
Pu Xianbuhui adopted him as his adopted son. From then on, he focused on being strong and strong, and the Han name was no longer mentioned.
Due to the difficulty of traveling last night, Pu Sulie rushed back and forth to urge the horse to supervise the march, but he accidentally fell off the horse. Unfortunately, there happened to be a thorn in the position where he fell off the horse. The thorn branch cut the inner thigh and torn the skin.
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For an old soldier like him, this was just a minor injury. However, when he was riding, the injury rubbed against the saddle, which made him feel quite painful. On the contrary, walking was more comfortable. So he simply gave up his horse to a man who had suffered a fall last night.
The subordinates, holding a short spear in their hands, limped forward.
When his subordinates heard the order to rest, they immediately threw away their reins and let their horses graze on their own, using the dry biscuits they brought with them to eat.
Pu Sulie leaned against an old tree and slowly sat down. Seeing his subordinates devouring their food, he sighed and whispered: "Don't eat too much, there may be a fight later."
Some cavalrymen were surprised and kept saying: "How is it possible? After passing through Huanglonggang, we returned to Xianping Mansion. Everyone..."
At this point, the cavalryman's face turned pale: "Is it true?"
Another asked: "What? What is real?"
"There was a rumor in the camp last night that the reason why our envoy led the troops back quickly was because..."
The cavalry was waiting for an explanation, and the front group was led by Pu Xianbuhui, who was patrolling by with some soldiers shouting and shouting.
Pu Suliemeng quickly motioned to the two of them to shut up.
He bowed to Pu Xianbuhui and waited until Pu Xianbuhui was far away before he stood up and said: "Anyway, don't eat too much. Keep your armor and weapons at hand, and don't let your horses go too far. Envoy
There is an order to continue marching in half an hour... Until then, you should follow me closely."
Dozens of cavalrymen vaguely understood what was going on, and began to worry about their relatives and friends. Some of them were still confused, but Pu Sulie said it with force, and everyone said: "As ordered."
Someone took out the dried meat from his arms and stuffed it into Pu Suliemeng's hand, and said calmly: "Muke, you eat...you eat more so that you have strength...then I feel more at ease!"
Pu Sulie chuckled twice, pushed the dried meat away, and turned to look at the terrain ahead.
A gust of wind blew from the ravines and hills to the west, passing over the meadow where everyone was sitting, dissipating the heat a little. He stretched himself somewhat deliberately and said to everyone: "I'm just guessing.
The road through Huanglonggang will be easy to walk, and maybe the rest of the way will be peaceful, and everyone can have a good sleep in Xianpingfu City at night!"
A cavalryman suddenly stood up and said, "Listen, you guys!"
The rest of the people held their breaths and concentrated, then they all heard the rapid sound of horse hooves, approaching along the ravine.
No way? Is there really trouble? The soldiers looked at each other, and many of them began to look miserable.
After a while, several sentinel Qingqiu beat their horses wildly and galloped out of the ravine. The horses under their crotches were whipped until they were dripping with blood, and they were running until they were frothing at the mouth. And the knights on the horses were several times beaten.
The man carries an arrow on his back that has penetrated his body.
"What's going on!" Pu Sulie asked sternly.
Several cavalry passed through the loose ranks of the front army and went straight to the central army. They only heard a sentinel cavalry shouting: "Khitan people! The Khitan dogs are coming!"
"Khitan!"
Pu Sulie grabbed the short spear and waved to his subordinates.
He wanted to shout loudly to warn everyone, but his voice suddenly became hoarse due to excessive fatigue.
Farther away, his adoptive father, Pu Xianbuhui, who was actually two years younger than him, stopped and looked around with some hesitation. However, the soldiers scattered around and resting did not become nervous. Some people watched the sentries running by.
, and even chatted a few words with each other.
Pu Sulie beat his chest hard and coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm, which made his throat feel better.
"The Khitan people are coming! Get ready to fight!" He shouted wildly in Jurchen language, and then shouted again in Chinese that each tribe could understand.
Amidst the shouting over and over again, in the deep ravines of Huanglonggang in the south, groups of black shadows can be discerned with the naked eye!
That's right, they are Khitan people.
After passing through the mountains along the winding road, the Khitan army no longer had a fixed queue, and it seemed that they did not carry golden drums. Looking around, they could only see flags waving wildly, and groups of fierce bald-headed men waving in their hands.
The weapons roared loudly and came like a swarm of bees.
