My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 258 How can a hero be alone?

There were chattering voices among the memorial tablets on the tribute table. Li Tiangang glanced at the half-burned long incense in the incense burner from the corner of his eye. He got up and went to the back hall. When he came out, he had a large incense stick as thick as an arm in his hand.

He dragged a small bronze cauldron from the small courtyard beside the temple, lit a large incense stick and placed it in the cauldron.

Give time to all the emperors.

As Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty's words fell on the tribute table, there was a brief silence. Liu Xie, who had gray hair on his temples, turned around and said weakly: "Your majesties, please worship me forever and build a temple here to reappear in the world. Why?" We should also help him get through this difficult time."

"You don't need to tell me about this. I know it. Although I, Zhu Wen, have a bad character, I am also a loyal thief from Mang Mountain." Zhu Wen's spirit was the first to speak, and his voice was rough: "If I, Zhu Wen, He can come out with a knife hanging from his waist and even with his head raised, but now we can only watch helplessly, can he still pop out of the coffin?"

"Suddenly, this is really unexpected." Zhao Kuangyin's body shook and took two steps. "The people of Xirong are smart this time. They chose this key point to stab us."

"After all, you men make up your mind." Wu Zetian said in a long voice, "Don't let my immortality be harmed."

Snapped!
Wu Zetian's tomb was directly knocked down on the table by Li Shimin with a flick of his finger. He glanced at the tombs of other emperors and said, "Continue. I agree with what Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty said. The gathering of so many emperors is not only a fate for you and me, but also a chance for eternal life. Credit.”

"Why do I think...you have become our leader?" A slightly unhappy tone came from the spiritual throne of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, "How can we ask the First Emperor to speak when we want to do something?"

"Liu Jihei, the First Emperor, is the most powerful."

boom!
The spiritual throne of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty suddenly shook the table, and his voice was majestic: "I am wasting some incense and temporarily giving you a token, but it can only be used once. After a while, I will stay down there and will not come out to speak. "

"Actually, I'm very relieved that I can meet your majesties." Liu Bei, who had always been silent, suddenly spoke. He handed over his hands to Li Shimin and Cao Cao, and then handed over the memorial tablets on the tribute table.

"Leave this to me."

"Xuande, what do you mean?" Cao Cao was stunned for a moment.

"Let my second and third brothers succeed in one battle and establish the world of the Central Plains!"

He said so.

"Xuande!" Cao Cao was slightly moved. He looked at Liu Bei who was hanging his head. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes for a while, "Do you still remember that I once had a drink with you to discuss heroes?"

"Remember!"

"Haha!" Cao Cao suddenly laughed and looked up at the dome of the ancestral temple, "Gu and Xuande are heroes!"

He looked at Liu Bei, and the scenes from their acquaintance in the Yellow Turban to their last meeting in Hanzhong flashed in his memory.

"How can a hero be alone?"

……

Outside the Jongmyo.

"This battle must be fought. Yantang Pass is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The Xirong people want to break through the pass. Lei Tong is also a veteran on the battlefield. How can we let the barbarians cross the Lei Po!"

Under the eaves of the palace, Su Chen's voice was mixed with the chirping of cicadas.

"I originally thought that I could stabilize the Central Plains, destroy the Four Kingdoms, free up my hands to deal with Xirong, and completely solve the troubles in the north, but it seems that the other side does not give me a chance... Now I have sent three troops and are recovering the remaining parts of the Central Plains. It is impossible for the three states to issue a document asking them to withdraw. I have been preparing for so long and I don’t want to give up halfway!”

He walked past everyone's sight and stood at the other end, looking at the skylight shining outside the eaves and squinting his eyes.

"But I'm afraid that if I leave Luyang, those nobles will be ready to take action. After all, they are here to show me their power. Luyang will definitely leave an army to guard it. I want the Qingzhou Army to stay and only bring the Youyan Army and the Shengnu Army. , Marquis Wen's wolf cavalry returned to the north."

"So fast?"

Xia Houyuan frowned. His original idea was to return to the north with Su Chen, but he didn't expect to be left behind. However, since the other party said so, he had no choice but to accept the order, "Lei Tong is Zhang Yide's deputy general. He is good at martial arts and commanding troops. Rather than losing the pass, Your Majesty, it’s better to prepare everything, and it’s not too late to go north.”

At these words, Lu Bu also nodded. Although he was aloof and arrogant, he saw through the shackles in Baimenlou's heart back then. He was no longer as arrogant as before. Ma has recaptured the Three Prefectures, and Luyang is guarded by the Qingzhou Army, so there will definitely be no losses, but the Xirong people... a certain family just happens to be at odds with them!"

"Jun Yi and I can't go, Marquis Wen will kill more barbarians for me!" Xia Houyuan raised his hands heavily.

Zhang He also raised his hands, "Me too!"

They have been here for a long time and gradually got used to it. Naturally, they don't want to see the Yan Kingdom being invaded by grassland barbarians.

"Nothing is known about this for the time being. Martial law is temporarily enforced over there at the post house and at the ferry." Su Chen turned his head and looked at the generals who were also looking at him.

"We are reorganizing our troops and horses. There are still a lot of horses from Zhao Chuanting's cavalry. I intend to expand Marquis Wen's wolf cavalry and General Zhao's white horse followers. In addition, we will form another 3000 horse infantry and give them to Qin Qiong and Qin Qiong. Zhang Yu, let’s go north together!”

The generals raised their hands in silence.

On the afternoon of the next day after receiving the news from the north, dozens of commanding knights carrying orders rushed out of the imperial city, making the atmosphere in Deluyang even more tense.

On the ninth day of September, a group of Confucian scholars were proven to have taken advantage of others and deliberately instigated and undermined national policies. They were detained at Caishikou in Luyang, and the officials who were responsible for their execution read out the charges.

The scholar stepped forward with his hand, raised the knife and brought it down. The heads of the Confucian scholars kneeling in a row fell to the ground immediately.Zhou Fangru was in the second row. He watched with wide eyes as corpses fell forward one after another with their heads falling to the ground. He was so frightened that his face turned pale and his lips were trembling slightly.

Soon, he was pulled to the front row, tears falling drop by drop.

Before leaving, Zhou Fangru shouted at the bottom of the execution platform: "I regret it—"

The blade fell, and the head fell to the ground with a thud.The people at the market entrance watched this scene with great interest. In fact, they did not care about what the scholar shouted before he died, and some even threw stones at it.

After finally surviving the war and chaos, life gradually got better. These Confucian scholars had nothing to do all day long. They criticized the government, promoted the idea of ​​untouchability, and did not want their children to go to school to study and read.

Now that he was killed, he didn't shout "well killed" because he was from the Wei Dynasty in the Central Plains.

At the same time, when the execution was being carried out in the city, the military camps outside the city had been secretly mobilized. The prisoners of Wei soldiers who were doing coolies and helping to build roads and bridges began to be mobilized.

In the camp that stretched for ten miles, thousands of war horses were driven here from the horse farm on the southern outskirts of the city.

Luyang in the Central Plains became busy nervously and orderly.

……

In the north, Yantang Pass.

The banner of "Yan" and "Xia" was flying on the pass, and groups of cavalry were running outside the pass. Lei Tong, wearing two levels of armor and a black cloak, looked at the Xirong cavalry who were exploring the situation of the pass.

According to the information from the scouts, there are roughly eight tribes on the other side, three of which have tens of thousands of tribes, two medium-sized tribes with about six or seven people, and the remaining three small tribes are negligible compared to the previous ones, but taken together There are also two to three thousand people.

The eight tribes have more than 5000 cavalry and more than 7000 infantry.

This was only exposed to the scouts. Lei Tong didn't know if there would be more later. At the moment, he could only continue to recruit young men to strengthen the city wall and prepare defense equipment.

Yunqi County, which is the closest to here, has also begun to transport food and soldiers here. The Fang family occupies a part of the area here. The first and second families under Fang Wenye have sent many people to help transport food. Many members of the Qi family back then were among them.

This was Fang Wenye's special request to the prefect Tang Huaiyuan to resist the Xirong people, and asking them to contribute could be regarded as making up for what Qi Baoguo had done back then.

The old man sat in his study and kept writing letters and sending them to all counties in Rongzhou and even to the court, asking for troops.

He had vividly remembered the tragedy that happened when the Xirong people entered the pass and went south, and he did not want to see the tragedy happen again. This time the Xirong people suddenly attacked Yantang Pass and then withdrew. Anyone with a bit of normality would know that this was to test the defense of Yantang Pass.

Next, it’s time to actually attack the city.

"Great-grandpa, what are you doing?" A child with two pigtails was holding on to the door frame, with one little foot on the threshold, curiously looking at Fang Wenye writing at his desk.

"My great-grandfather was writing to his friends, asking them to send some people and food to help."

The little man tilted his head: "Is there a bad guy? My mother said there are bad guys, and everyone is busy."

"There are bad people, lots of bad people!"

The old man raised his face and smiled at the little man at the door, "Your grandpa also went to help fight the bad guys. You must be obedient at home and don't run around and make the adults worry. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, I will!"

The child smiled and nodded.

Watching the little man leave, the old man sighed, flicked the wick, and continued writing at his desk.

The night is deep, heading west across Youyan Mountain and Yantang Pass, the vast grasslands and grass carpets ripple, spreading in the night wind.

In the huge camp dotted with bonfires, there is a large tent made of felts. The bonfires are brightly lit inside, bringing a sense of warmth.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar sat beside the fire, and the flickering light shone on his face.

"Great Khan, Yantang Pass should not be taken lightly, otherwise we will lose our troops and generals. I do have a plan to attack this pass and surround it on both sides."

In the big tent, a sturdy old man wearing a fur hat with two fox tails hanging down from his head looked at the Confucian scholar of Yan State who was speaking.

"Haha, tell me."

The Confucian scholar raised his face slightly and said, "I have been at Yantang Pass for several years and I am very familiar with the pass. There are big thieves in the mountains here, and they know the shortcuts to cross the mountains. I have some friendship with them, so I can climb down the mountain. Attack Yantang Pass from both sides!"

"Ha ha!"

The sturdy old man from Xirong pressed his knees and laughed. He looked at the scholar who had failed in the Wei State and had served as a staff member at Yantang Pass. His eyes were filled with ferociousness.

"The people of the Yan State never imagined that they would destroy the Wei State, but Wei would open a shortcut for us, Xirong, to enter the Yan State."

The old man raised his finger.

"However, if you lie to me, I will cut off your head with my own hands."

"Yes!"

Luo Jingbin looked at the old man expressionlessly, and stood up slowly. It seemed that one of his legs was inconvenient, making him shake slightly before bowing down.

　Guys, this chapter is killing me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)