The Three Kingdoms: Zhaolie, the strategist, and the rise of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 387 You see, since ancient times, no one has collected the white bones; new ghosts are troubled and old ghosts are crying, their cries echoing in the damp, overcast sky.

In Dai County, the winds of the frontier are cold, and banners flutter in the breeze.

Inside the main tent of the Xianbei royal court, charcoal fires roared.

Zhen Yao, the Vice Minister of Commerce of the Han Dynasty, traveled here on imperial orders.

Finally, they met the renowned Xianbei leader, Kebineng.

Kebineng sat upright in the main seat, which was covered with a complete tiger skin.

He was tall and burly with a rugged face.

His eagle-like eyes were sharp and piercing, and his gaze carried the majesty of someone who commanded all tribes.

Although he submitted to the Han Dynasty and was granted the title of "King of Fuyi".

However, its power already included 100,000 archers, and it dominated the area outside Dai County and Shanggu.

It was a major threat to the northern border of the Han dynasty.

The ancient war for tribal unification was thwarted by the intervention of the Han court.

This makes them resentful, outwardly obedient, but inwardly constantly accumulating power.

At this moment, his personal reception of the Han envoy was already a great honor.

Kebineng knew perfectly well that the Xianbei, now fragmented, were simply not capable of challenging the Han court.

Not to mention that many nobles and gentry of the Xianbei had a number of cattle and sheep in the hands of Han Dynasty merchants.

Once things fall apart, these nobles will be unhappy.

"Your Excellency has come from afar, which must be arduous."

Kebineng spoke loudly and raised his hand in greeting.

"The land beyond the Great Wall is bitterly cold, so let's drink some hot wine to ward off the chill."

Zhen Yao bowed respectfully, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

"...Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Yao has come to pay his respects to Your Majesty on the orders of the Emperor of our dynasty, and there is a matter he wishes to ask of you."

"Oh?"

Kebineng's eyes flickered slightly. "The Emperor of the Great Han Dynasty possesses the entire world. What need does he have to come to my border tribe?"

Zhen Yao said frankly:

"This winter is bitterly cold, and our soldiers on the front lines are working hard to defend the border."

"We urgently need to reward our troops with cattle and sheep to boost morale."

"We have long heard that Your Majesty's people are rich in livestock, so we wish to offer generous gifts to Your Majesty to purchase a batch of cattle and sheep to alleviate your immediate needs."

Upon hearing this, Kebineng's face immediately showed a troubled expression, and he sighed as if beating his chest and stamping his feet:
"Your Excellency! You are unaware of this!"

"This winter's white disaster is a once-in-a-century event!"

"Heavy snow has blocked the mountains, the grasslands have been completely destroyed, and the frozen-to-death cattle and sheep are piled up like mountains!"

"Countless of my people have already frozen and starved to death, and those who survive are living in constant fear!"

"Although I am willing to help the Emperor of Han, I am truly powerless to do so."

"The survival of our people is already difficult, where would we find any extra cattle and sheep to sell?"

"Ugh!!"

He sighed repeatedly, his expression one of deep sorrow and anguish.

Zhen Yao had anticipated that the other party would use this as an excuse, so he calmly said:

"...Our dynasty deeply sympathizes with Your Majesty's worries."

"However, what our dynasty needs is not something to be taken without compensation; we are willing to exchange it for something of equal value."

He gestured to his attendants to bring out the samples.

"This is the finest salt from the Central Plains, as white as snow, and without any bitterness."

"This is newly produced white sugar from Jiaozhou, and it is as sweet as honey."

"There are also Central Plains brocade, Suzhou and Hangzhou silk, and Jiangnan fragrant tea."

"All can be used for exchange."

Kebineng glanced at the exquisite goods, a flicker of greed crossing his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and shook his head, saying:
“Your Excellency, it is not that I am heartless.”

"These are indeed good things, but they cannot be eaten or worn, and they cannot relieve the hunger and cold that my people are currently suffering from!"

"If the skin is gone, how will the hair be attached?"

Zhen Yao knew the other party was holding out for a higher price, so he asked directly:

"If that's the case, what exactly does Your Majesty require to grant permission for the trade?"

"Please speak frankly. Our dynasty is rich and powerful, and we are sure to find a solution."

Kebineng was waiting for this very sentence.

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and his gaze sharpened.

"Your Excellency speaks frankly! I do indeed have a difficulty."

"If the Han Dynasty can help me, let alone a few cattle and sheep, even a lot more, is negotiable!"

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"To the west of my tribe, there is a tribe of Budugen who have always been enemies of this king and have repeatedly violated my territory."

Kebineng's tone turned cold, and he said bitterly:

"During this year's snow disaster, the area where his tribe is located suffered relatively little damage, and the loss of cattle and sheep was minimal."

"If the Han Dynasty would tacitly allow me to lead an army to conquer Budugen, and provide some supplies of grain and iron..."

"Once I have wiped out this scourge, all the livestock of its people will belong to me."

"At that time, let alone the number required by Your Excellency, it will double."

"Presenting it to the Emperor is not a difficult task!"

Zhen Yao was shocked. This matter concerned the border situation and was not something that a mere Vice Minister of Commerce could agree to on his own.

However, his expression remained unchanged as he pondered for a moment and said:

"The matter Your Majesty has spoken of is of great importance and cannot be decided by Yao alone."

"Please allow us to rest for a while and discuss the matter internally before reporting back to Your Majesty."

Kebineng laughed heartily and waved his hand:
"That is to be expected! Your Excellency, please proceed. I await good news."

After leaving the royal tent, Zhen Yao immediately went to secretly seek out Tian Yu, the Protector of the Xianbei.

Tian Yu had been stationed in the northern frontier for many years and was well aware of the inner workings of the Xianbei people.

After hearing Zhen Yao's account, Tian Yu stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

"Minister Zhen, this plan... might be feasible!"

He analyzed the situation methodically and carefully:
"Kebineng harbors wolfish ambitions and is growing stronger day by day; he will bring disaster sooner or later."

“Budugen is no good either; both of them are potential threats to our dynasty.”

"Now that they want to fight each other, it is exactly in line with our dynasty's policy of 'using barbarians to control barbarians'!"

"Let the two tigers fight each other, weakening each other, so that our dynasty can reap the benefits."

"The northern frontier can also enjoy several years of peace."

"The fiercer their infighting, the more advantageous it is for me!"

"Simply control the scale of support to prevent one side from winning quickly."

Zhen Yao wholeheartedly agreed:

"Commander Tian's insight is brilliant! In this way, we can obtain cattle and sheep to relieve the urgent needs of the front lines."

"It can also make the barbarians kill each other, which is indeed a two-birds-with-one-stone strategy!"

The two had made their decision.

The next day, Zhen Yao entered the royal tent again and, upon seeing Kebineng, announced loudly:
"We have already informed our superiors of Your Majesty's request."

"Shangguan believes that it is inconvenient for our dynasty to directly interfere in the internal affairs of the Xianbei."

"However, if Your Majesty can resolve the disputes and maintain peace in the tribes on your own, our dynasty will be happy to see it happen."

"As for some grain and ironware, it is acceptable to use them as an advance payment for the purchase of sheep."

Kebineng was overjoyed upon hearing this, as he had never expected the Han Dynasty to send troops directly.

To receive tacit approval and material support is already an unexpected bonus!
He immediately slammed his fist on the table and stood up:

"Excellent! The Han are indeed my Xianbei's true friends!"

"In that case, I will not be stingy!"

"Immediately order all departments to gather 40,000 fat and healthy cattle and sheep and deliver them to Your Excellency!"

May the alliance between Han and Korea last forever!

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yao smiled and clasped his hands in greeting.

The grasslands lack everything, except livestock.

Surprisingly, the Xianbei tribe, which had suffered from a snow disaster, was still able to easily gather 40,000 cattle and sheep.

No wonder the Prime Minister dared to introduce a "futures" trade.

Because there are plenty of means of production on the grasslands.

Soon, 40,000 cattle and sheep gathered from various tribes and began their southward migration.

Meanwhile, the refined salt, white sugar, tea, brocade, and other items delivered by the Han Dynasty were also delivered to Kebineng.

Both sides were delighted, and a deal was reached between those with ulterior motives.

……

Outside Luoyang, the sound of hooves thundered, and dust billowed.

A massive caravan of over 40,000 cattle and sheep, like moving clouds, slowly arrived in the capital region.

Such a scene was rare in the desolate Central Plains during winter, and immediately attracted countless onlookers.

People crowded along both sides of the road, pointing at the large, mooing livestock and discussing it animatedly.

Everyone's face was filled with surprise and joy.

Many well-informed noble families sent their servants to keep watch from afar and inquire about the origin and whereabouts of these precious supplies.

Leading this "army of living creatures" was none other than Zhen Yao, the Vice Minister of Commerce, who, despite being travel-worn, could not hide his joy.

He did not linger and completed the handover procedures.

He immediately entered the city and went to the Prime Minister's residence to report back.

Inside the Prime Minister's study, the charcoal fire was warm, and the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

Upon hearing the news, Li Yi personally went out to greet him.

Upon seeing Zhen Yao, a genuine smile appeared on his face:

"...Yaoqing! You've worked hard!"

"On this journey north, venturing deep into barren lands, we have managed to return with such a massive quantity."

"Truly, he has fulfilled his mission and rendered meritorious service to the nation!"

Zhen Yao, weary from his journey, bowed respectfully.
"You flatter me, Your Excellency!"

"This is my duty."

"Thanks to His Majesty's great fortune, the Prime Minister's strategic planning, and the illustrious reputation of the soldiers at the front."

"I dare not take credit for the fact that Kebineng was able to make such a smooth transaction."

Li Yi led him into the study through the window.

Looking at the vast herds of cattle and sheep being counted and settled on the distant drill ground, I couldn't help but sigh:

"More than 40,000 people... Yao Qing's trip has not only relieved our army's urgent needs, but also far exceeded our expectations!"

"If the soldiers at the front knew this, they would surely be grateful for His Majesty's kindness, and their morale would be greatly boosted!"

After a few humble words, Zhen Yao's expression turned serious, and he said in a low voice:
"Your Excellency, there is one more matter that I need to report in secret on this trip."

"The reason why the Xianbei chieftain Kebineng handed over a large number of cattle and sheep so readily."

"The condition was that our dynasty tacitly approve, or even secretly support, its military campaign against the Budugen tribe in the west."

Upon hearing this, Li Yi paused slightly in his hand holding the teacup.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He hesitated for a long time before saying:

“Kebineng...this man is more than brave and strong.”

"However, he is ambitious and not one to remain subservient to others for long."

“Last year, he raised prices without authorization and even stopped delivery.”

"It violated the futures agreement I made with the various tribes."

"At that time, considering the overall situation in the northern frontier, it was not convenient to investigate further, so I only ordered someone to give a slight reprimand."

"Now it seems that his arrogance and wicked intentions are getting worse day by day."

He walked to the window, gazed at the northern horizon, and gave a cold smile:
"However, it is not necessarily a bad thing that he wants to compete with Budugen."

"The barbarians are fighting amongst themselves, exhausting each other. Our dynasty can sit back and watch them fight, and profit from the conflict."

"It's better than them joining forces and raiding the borders from the south."

"You handled this matter well."

He turned and nodded to Zhen Yao.

"I will immediately and secretly order Tian Yu, the Protector of the Xianbei, to closely monitor the movements in the north."

"Once Nabugen shows signs of weakness, we will secretly provide some support."

"We must keep them locked in a fierce battle, so that neither can gain the upper hand!"

"Your Excellency is wise!" Zhen Yao said sincerely.

After the important matters were settled, Li Yi glanced at the sky outside the window.

The sun was already setting in the west, and a cold wind was beginning to blow.

His tone softened, yet carried an undeniable weight of responsibility.

"Yaoqing, it is now the coldest time of winter."

"In the Jianghuai region, where ice and snow cover the land, the soldiers on the front lines are enduring the most difficult conditions."

"The sooner this batch of cattle and sheep arrives, the sooner the morale of the troops will be stabilized."

"Could you please do me the trouble of personally escorting this batch of rewards?"

"Proceed to the Huainan camp and hand it over to Chen Yuanlong?"

“This matter is of great importance, and I cannot trust anyone but a capable person like you.”

Without hesitation, Zhen Yao immediately bowed and replied:
"This is my duty, how could I dare not obey?"

"I will personally escort them to ensure that not a single cattle or sheep is lost and delivered to Chen Zhengnan!"

Li Yi nodded with satisfaction and personally poured him a cup of hot tea:
"...That's excellent."

"Let's have a cup of tea to warm ourselves up before we set off."

He seemed to remember something, and his tone became even more friendly.

"By the way, your younger sister is doing well at home, so there's no need to worry about her."

"Your little niece is eleven years old this year."

"Intelligent and quick-witted, she is quite like her mother."

"When you finish your mission and return to the capital to report for duty, you can come to the mansion for a reunion and see her."

Upon hearing that his younger sister was well and his niece was growing up healthy, Zhen Yao smiled warmly and said repeatedly:
"Thank you for informing me, Prime Minister! It is Mi Mei's good fortune to have you take care of her."

"This humble official...this humble official will certainly complete the task as soon as possible and return to the capital to report!"

Li Yi waved his hand and laughed:

"There's no need to be so formal in private."

"Since you are Mi'er's brother, you may call me brother-in-law."

Zhen Yao hurriedly waved his hand, his expression both fearful and respectful:
"Your Excellency is too kind! Propriety must not be disregarded!"

"In the imperial court, there is a strict hierarchy, and I, your humble servant, would never dare to overstep it!"

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Li Yi once again.

Knowing his cautious and courteous nature, Li Yi didn't press him, and smiled, saying:

"Fine, fine, whatever."

"Take care on your journey and stay healthy."

"Thank you, Your Excellency! Please take care of your health, Your Excellency! I shall take my leave!"

Zhen Yao bowed again before leaving the study.

After leaving the Prime Minister's residence, he immediately mustered his entourage and guards.

Without the slightest delay, they led the vast herd of cattle and sheep on their journey once more.

Braving the biting cold wind, they slowly made their way towards the Huainan front.

The prosperity and warmth of Luoyang City faded into the distance behind him, leaving only the royal mandate he bore and the responsibility to his country and family, which became increasingly clear in the cold wind.

As the year draws to a close,
In the Huainan region, the north wind sweeps across the land.

With the vegetation withered, the Han army's Jiangbei camp appeared even more solemn in the cold wind.

However, the tranquility of the day was shattered by a series of hoofbeats and cacophony that approached from afar, like muffled thunder.

On the towering watchtower outside the camp, the scouts on duty gazed into the distance.

On the horizon, billowing smoke and dust could be seen.

Countless moving black dots seemed to be slowly approaching the camp.

The scene was definitely not like an enemy attack on a camp; it was more like…

"It's cattle and sheep! Lots of cattle and sheep!"

The scout rubbed his eyes and exclaimed in disbelief.

He dared not delay and immediately rode out of the camp to investigate.

Thoughts raced through his mind—

If it is an enemy supply convoy, then we can seize the opportunity to plunder it.

If it is an inland merchant caravan, then we can discuss purchasing it.

If it truly was sent by the imperial court... then that would be incredibly good news!
As he rode closer, he saw the Han banners flying in front of the huge procession, and the middle-aged official at the head of it who, though travel-worn, exuded an air of authority.

A huge weight was lifted from my heart, and I was overjoyed!
He rushed forward, dismounted, and his voice trembled with excitement:
"But... but it's an envoy from the imperial court rewarding the army?"

Zhen Yao reined in his horse, looking at the excited soldiers before him. Although exhausted, he couldn't help but smile.

"I am Zhen Yao, Vice Minister of the Ministry of Commerce, and I am acting on the orders of His Majesty and the Prime Minister."

"We escorted cattle and sheep here to reward the troops."

Upon hearing this, the scout was so delighted that he scratched his head and blurted out:

"Oh my! It really is from the imperial court!"

"General! We've been longing for this meat for ages!"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yao deliberately put on a stern face and teased:
"Oh? In that case, I am the one who is late, and I have kept the brothers waiting?"

The scout then realized his mistake and quickly apologized:
"No, no! I misspoke! Please forgive me, General!"

"It is true...it is true that the brothers have suffered from the cold for too long."

"I'm so surprised and delighted, I'm speechless! General, you must be tired from your journey! You must be exhausted!!"

Zhen Yao laughed heartily:
"It's alright! Why stand on ceremony when you're joking with me?"

"Go and inform Chen Zhengnan immediately!"

"Yes Yes!"

The scout mounted his horse and shot back to the camp like an arrow to report the news.

Soon after, the camp gates were opened wide.

Led by Chen Deng, a group of high-ranking generals, including Zhang He, Zang Ba, and Gao Shun, personally came out to greet them.

Chen Deng quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Zhen Yao, and smiled:

"Minister Zhen! You've traveled a thousand miles to offer your assistance, providing timely help in this difficult time. Thank you for your hard work!"

"On behalf of all the soldiers of the Jiangbei army, I thank the Vice Minister!"

Zhen Yao quickly dismounted and returned the greeting:

"Chen Zhengnan is exaggerating!"

"Yao was acting on the king's orders; it was his duty, so there was no need for thanks."

"It is the Governor and the generals who guard the border and defend against the enemy, enduring wind and dew."

"That's real hardship!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Deng laughed and took Zhen Yao's hand, pulling him inside.

"...Your Excellency, there's no need for such modesty!"

"The arrival of cattle and sheep to the camp has brought joy to the entire army; this is a true act of kindness!"

"I have already ordered a banquet to be prepared. Today, I must invite the Vice Minister to join us in a drink to express my gratitude!"

Unable to refuse, Zhen Yao smiled and said:

"Since that's the case, it would be impolite of Yao to refuse."

At that moment, Chen Deng gave the order, and the camp immediately became lively.

The soldiers cheered and helped drive the cattle and sheep into the pen.

The kitchen was bustling with activity.

They immediately selected the fattest and strongest sheep and cattle, cooking and slaughtering them, creating an atmosphere like a New Year's festival.

Chen Deng specifically instructed:

"Prepare plenty of filling; the whole army will make dumplings today!"

One of the lieutenants, puzzled, asked:

"General, why not roast or stew it? Wouldn't that be more satisfying?"

Chen Deng laughed and said:

“You don’t know that although dumplings are labor-intensive, they can be made with a small amount of minced meat mixed with vegetables.”

"Make thousands of these, so everyone can eat them; they're the most economical way to fill your stomach!"

"And boil the soup, then eat it along with the soup."

"It's perfect for eating in winter; it warms the body and stomach!"

Making dumplings is a great way to fill your stomach and save on meat.

Chen Deng naturally chose the most economical approach.

All the generals admired his thorough thinking.

Soon, the large pot was set up, and steam began to rise.

Countless soldiers sat around, laughing and chatting, as they made thousands of dumplings of different shapes, each filled with anticipation.

As the plump white dumplings rolled into the boiling water and were then scooped into a large, rough earthenware bowl, a rich aroma filled the entire military camp.

Before the meal, Chen Deng ordered his men to beat the drum to summon the generals and ascend a high platform.

Facing the countless expectant gazes below, he said loudly:
"Brothers! We will spend the winter here on the riverbank."

"Today, before the end of the year, I am able to enjoy a bowl of hot mutton dumplings."

"It is all thanks to Minister Zhen's tireless efforts and long journey that he has brought us His Majesty's grace!"

"We all offer a bowl of wine to Minister Zhen!"

The entire army responded with a roar and raised their soup bowls.

Zhen Yao hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to all four directions, and loudly proclaimed:
"Chen Zhengnan, soldiers! You've flattered Zhen Yao!"

"Yao was merely acting on imperial orders; everything was due to His Majesty's consideration for the soldiers' hard work and the Prime Minister's skillful coordination!"

"How could Yao dare to claim credit for Heaven's work?"

"If you all wish to express your gratitude, you should thank His Majesty for his boundless grace and the Prime Minister for his strategic brilliance!"

As he spoke, he turned to face north and bowed respectfully.

Chen Deng nodded, and led all his soldiers to face north and kneel down in unison.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your divine grace! Thank you, Prime Minister!"

His voice resounded across the land, and his loyalty soared to the heavens.

After the ceremony, Chen Deng waved his hand dismissively:
"Brothers! No need for formalities! Let's eat!"

Let's eat dumplings together!

In an instant, the only sounds in the entire military camp were the slurping of dumplings and the drinking of soup.

The hot soup, the meat filling, the dough

For soldiers who had been eating dry rations and cold rice for a long time, this was undoubtedly the most delicious food in the world.

Many rough and tough men, while eating, couldn't help but have their eyes redden and even shed tears.

While wiping away tears, she swallowed hard and murmured:
"Delicious...so delicious...His Majesty hasn't forgotten us..."

All the sheep and beef bones were put into the giant pot to boil.

It turned into a milky white, rich bone broth.

It was available for soldiers to use at will to warm their stomachs and ward off the cold.

This dumpling feast,

It not only filled their stomachs, but also greatly warmed their hearts and boosted their morale.

Thanks to the timely nourishment from these cattle and sheep, the physical condition of the Han soldiers was greatly improved during this most difficult winter.

His cheeks gradually became rosy, and his body grew stronger.

This accumulated crucial strength for the inevitable and brutal crossing of the Yangtze River the following spring.

The entire army's gratitude and respect for the imperial court reached its peak.

Some are happy, some are worried.

Just as the Han army was enjoying their meat feast,

Jiangnan, Wu army camp.

The damp, cold air, like a bone-deep infection, seeped into every crevice of the tent and penetrated the very marrow of every soldier.

The damp and chilly climate unique to the Jiangnan region is far more unbearable than the dry cold of the north.

Although the camp tried its best to gather firewood and charcoal, it was a drop in the ocean and could hardly dispel the pervasive chill.

The soldiers huddled in their thin blankets, shivering and suffering terribly.

On this day, a group of Wu soldiers patrolling along the river walked listlessly along the muddy riverbank.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed soldier pointed at the river and shouted:

"Look! What is that?"

Everyone followed the sound.

On the murky river, several large bones, gnawed clean, floated.

Judging from its shape, it appears to be cow or sheep bones.

"It's bone! Flesh and bone!"

Someone gasped in surprise.

Hunger and cold instantly overwhelmed reason.

Despite the icy river water, several soldiers scrambled into the shallows and hastily scooped up the floating bones.

A starving young soldier snatched the largest cow leg bone.

His eyes gleamed, and he pounced on it like a hungry wolf.

They sucked and gnawed desperately, trying to find a trace of leftover meat or oil.

However, the bone was processed to be extremely clean, as smooth as if it had been polished.

Not to mention minced meat, there wasn't even a speck of oil.

After much effort, all efforts were in vain.

Extreme disappointment and humiliation instantly transformed into rage; he slammed the bone on the ground, jumping up and down and cursing:
"Which damned bastard is it?!"

"You ate so cleanly!"

"They even licked the marrow clean from between the bones! How utterly shameless!"

The team leader who rushed to the scene was relatively clear-headed and realized that something was amiss.

They dared not conceal the situation and immediately reported it to higher authorities.

Soon, Grand Commander Sun Shao received the report and began to have many doubts.

He personally led a group of generals and officers to the riverbank for inspection.

Just then, an even more complete cow skeleton slowly drifted ashore in the middle of the river.

The stark white bones stood out starkly against the backdrop of the gloomy river.

"Pull it up!"

Sun Shao gave the order.

The soldiers dragged the ox skeleton ashore, and the veteran sergeant, after careful examination, looked grave.
He cupped his hands to Sun Shao and said:
“Governor…Judging from the freshness of these bones and the direction of the water flow, they undoubtedly drifted from the north bank.”

"It seems...it seems that the Qi army in Jiangbei must have recently held a large-scale troop reward ceremony."

"A large number of cattle and sheep were slaughtered."

With this remark,
Like cold water being poured into boiling oil, it instantly exploded among the surrounding Wu soldiers!

Almost everyone who heard this swallowed hard.

Before my eyes, I could almost see the bustling scene of the Han army camp in Jiangbei, with bonfires blazing, the aroma of meat filling the air, and the Han soldiers eating large chunks of meat and drinking large bowls of soup.

Compared to the meager meals of watery soup and cold millet rice served daily in his own camp.

The stark contrast made the hunger in my stomach burn like fire.

Saliva was flowing uncontrollably, and her eyes were filled with envy and longing.

Sun Shao's face was grim, but he forced himself to remain calm and asked with a sliver of hope:
"These bones... could they be boiled again?"

"Even without meat, some oily soup can warm the brothers up."

The old cook who accompanied the army stepped forward, picked up a bone, and examined it.

He rubbed it hard with his fingers again, then shook his head helplessly.

"Your Excellency, look... this bone... it's been scraped cleaner than my old face."

"Not to mention the oil, even the marrow has been sucked dry."

"They were thrown into a giant cauldron and boiled for three days and three nights."

"Don't even think about getting a single bit of flavor out of it... It's been completely squeezed dry."

Just then, the military medical officer rushed over, his face filled with worry:

"Commander, I was just about to report to you!"

"This winter is unusually cold, and the number of soldiers in the camp infected with typhoid fever is increasing day by day."

"With medicine in short supply, and no meat to nourish and strengthen the body."

"I fear... I fear that before the spring battle next year, six or seven out of ten of our troops will be sick and there will be no one left to use!"

Sun Shao's heart tightened, and he asked urgently:

"What can I do?"

The military doctor sighed:

There is no other way but to supplement our diet with meat and boost our immunity.

"Perhaps...perhaps we can survive this ordeal."

Sun Shao immediately turned to the quartermaster:
How much meat is left in the camp?

"Take them all and give them priority to the sick and weak soldiers!"

The quartermaster looked troubled and whispered:
"Governor...meat is already limited..."

"The river defenses were recently rebuilt, and priority was given to supplying those brothers who did the hard labor..."

"Currently... currently the camp's inventory is... truly almost nonexistent..."

Upon hearing this, Sun Shao looked at the longing yet despairing eyes of the soldiers around him and listened to the suppressed coughs carried on the wind.

A feeling of powerlessness came over me.

He remained silent for a long time, then suddenly waved his hand, his voice carrying an almost desperate stubbornness.

"We can't let the men of Jiangdong be unable to even get a bowl of meat soup!"

"Send orders! Send more small boats to patrol the river."

"Retrieve all the bones that have drifted from the north bank!"

He paused, his voice lowering:
"Endure! Endure it all!"

Even if we don't make any money, we still want the brothers to know—

"The pot is filled with beef bones and lamb bones!"

"Let them...let them at least have something to look forward to!"

Upon receiving this order, several large cauldrons were indeed set up in Wu's naval camp.

They boiled the pristine bones of Han soldiers, retrieved from the river, day and night.

The water in the pot was boiling, and the bones were floating, but there wasn't a drop of oil or any meaty aroma.

The only thing they have is that self-deceiving title—"beef bone soup" and "mutton bone soup".

Every time it was mealtime, the soldiers would look at each other, holding their bowls of clear, bland "bone broth."

The humiliation and sorrow in my heart were indescribable.

Soon after, scouts from the Han army north of the river reported to Chen Deng the predicament of the Wu army having to salvage bones to make soup.

Upon hearing the news, Chen Deng clapped his hands and laughed loudly:
"Wonderful! That brat Sun Shao has fallen into such a predicament!"

"Very well, I'll lend him another hand!"

He immediately ordered:
"Send word to all camps! From now on, make sure to gnaw clean the bones of the cattle and sheep you eat, and suck out all the marrow."

"Throw it back into the river, let it drift south!"

"I, the governor, will make Sun Shao and his soldiers taste the 'remaining blessings' of my Great Han!"

Upon hearing this amusing order, the Han soldiers burst into laughter.

They enjoyed it immensely, and became increasingly meticulous in gnawing on the bones.

Then they threw all the clean bones into the Yangtze River.

As time went on, how could Wu's soldiers not know where these daily "gifts" of bones came from?

The truth is like a poisonous thorn, piercing everyone's heart.

Several soldiers, unable to bear it any longer, gathered in a corner of the tent, holding clear "bone broth."

One of them finally snapped, slamming the ceramic bowl to the ground and roaring:

"Why!!"

"Why should Han dogs get to eat big chunks of meat!"

"We're just like stray dogs, licking the bones they've gnawed away!"

"This stuff is worse than dishwater!"

"Exactly! This isn't soup; it's clearly urine!"

"It was urine thrown by the Han army! To humiliate us!"

"Soldiers get paid, fight for their lives, and don't even get a taste of meat! What's the point of fighting a war like this!"

The resentment, like dry tinder, was instantly ignited.

The enraged soldiers began smashing the large pots used for cooking soup and overturning the tents.

The crowd gathered and made a ruckus, with shouts and curses rising and falling.

A mutiny in the camp over the unfair distribution of provisions is about to erupt...

The morale of the troops in the Jiangnan camp was on the verge of collapse under the dual torment of the cold winter and humiliation.

The unrest quickly spread like wildfire.

Driven to their limits by hunger, cold, and humiliation, the soldiers smashed the large pots used to boil "bone broth" and toppled the barracks.

The roars and curses merged into one, threatening to escalate into a large-scale riot.

"It's reversed! It's all reversed!"

Upon hearing the news, Sun Shao rushed over and was both shocked and furious at the chaotic scene before him.

He was clad in silver armor and a white robe, but his face was contorted with resentment.

The morale of the troops was already low after the recent defeat.

If such mutiny is tolerated any longer, our own camp will collapse in an instant, even without the Han army attacking!

"The Royal Guard!"

Sun Shao suddenly drew his sword, its cold light pointing directly at the restless crowd.

His voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

"Suppress the mutinous troops!!"

"Anyone who dares to disobey orders, incite a disturbance, or cause a disturbance shall be executed without exception! This is to serve as a warning to others!"

"Order!"

The fierce and ruthless guards were already on high alert, and upon receiving the order, they immediately formed ranks and charged into the chaotic army.

A flash of blade, and blood splattered!
Several soldiers who charged at the front and shouted the loudest were instantly cut down and fell to the ground.

The bloody crackdown instantly stunned the out-of-control crowd.

The commotion quickly subsided, and the remaining soldiers, horrified by the sight of their fallen comrades on the ground and the approaching guards with knives, retreated in panic.

The anger in his eyes turned into fear and deeper resentment.

Sun Shao stood amidst the pool of blood, sword in hand, and shouted sternly:
"Anyone who tries to sow discord among the troops or incite unrest will be treated the same way!"

"All officers, strictly control your respective units. Any further misconduct will be subject to military law!"

Under the heavy pressure of iron-fisted methods, the camp temporarily restored order.

But that suppressed despair and resentment burned silently in the hearts of every soldier, like subterranean fire.

After this commotion, Sun Shao finally came to his senses.

He gazed at the scattered white bones still floating on the river, then suddenly realized what was happening, and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Chen Yuanlong! What a vicious psychological tactic!"

"With mere discarded bones, you've thrown my entire army into chaos!"

He immediately gave the following order:
"Issue the order! Effective immediately, all salvage operations involving objects that have floated down from the north bank of the river are strictly prohibited!"

"And it is absolutely forbidden to use it to make soup!!"

"Those who disobey orders will be killed!"

However, it is better to guide than to block.

Although the self-deceptive "bone broth" was banned, the soldiers' hunger and physical weakness were very real.

The military doctor reported again that the number of typhoid fever cases was increasing rather than decreasing.

Having exhausted all other options, Sun Shao could only place his last hope in the rear.

He personally wrote the memorial to the throne, his words earnest and even tinged with sorrow.

It details the plight of soldiers on the front lines, who were suffering from hunger, cold, and the spread of disease.

We earnestly request that King Sun Quan of Wu allocate a batch of meat to reward the troops, in order to maintain morale and stabilize the defenses along the river.

The envoy, carrying a memorial to the emperor, traveled day and night to Jianye.

In the palace of the King of Wu,

Sun Quan looked at the urgent reports from the front lines piling up on his desk like snowflakes, especially Sun Shao's memorial, every word of which seemed to be written in tears.

He couldn't help but look worried and sighed to Lü Yi beside him:
"Have the soldiers at the front really suffered this much?"

"Even meat is so scarce..."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yi smiled slightly and calmly replied:
"Your Majesty is overthinking it."

"The weather is freezing cold all over the world, so why is it only difficult on the front lines?"

"Under Your Majesty's rule, the land is abundant and the people are prosperous, which is evident to all."

"General Sun may have been eager for merit, so his words were inevitably a little exaggerated."

To reassure Sun Quan, he immediately gave the following orders:
"Guards, prepare a banquet for the King!"

Soon, an extremely lavish banquet was served.

Whole roasted lamb, golden brown and glistening with oil; tender and fragrant steamed pork; meticulously prepared beef brisket; and a variety of fresh fish and poultry...

A dazzling array of goods, with an enticing aroma.

Lü Yi personally served Sun Quan the dishes and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty, look! In my city of Jianye, wine and meat are plentiful."

"Your Majesty is wise and mighty, and your blessings extend to all people, making them prosperous."

"How could the soldiers on the front lines go hungry?"

"It must be because Governor Sun is strict in managing his troops, and the soldiers feel that life is hard, so they start to complain."

Looking at the table laden with delicacies and listening to Lü Yi's flattery, Sun Quan's doubts gradually dissipated, and he nodded, saying:
“What you say, my dear minister, is also reasonable.”

"However, the soldiers are working hard on the frontier, and even if there is no major problem, their rewards should not be neglected."

"Then they allocated 1,000 head of cattle and sheep, and 5,000 poultry."

"Send it to the front lines to show the King's compassion."

A strange glint flashed in Lü Yi's eyes, and he immediately bowed and said:
"Your Majesty is truly benevolent! I will proceed immediately!"

As soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, Lü Yi summoned his trusted officials and whispered his instructions:

"By order of the King, the amount of supplies for the army shall be reduced by half."

"The savings we've made, you and I..."

He made a gesture, "...all are beneficial."

The official looked fearful.
"Lord Lü, this... this is embezzlement of military supplies."

"If the King or Commander Sun were to blame us..."

Lü Yi sneered:
"What's there to be afraid of? The fighting on the front lines is intense, and the journey is long."

"What's so strange about a few livestock dying from disease?"

"I will cover everything up for you."

"Just do as I say!"

"Yes Yes……"

The officials dared not speak further.

then,

By the time the troops departed from Jianye, the scale of the expeditionary force had already shrunk.

The officials who passed through the area all saw that Lü Yi's confidants were all like this.

They were even more audacious, engaging in layers of exploitation and embezzlement.

When this "rewarding the army" team finally arrived at the Yangtze River front camp after going through "many hardships".

Only a few hundred thin cattle and sheep and about a thousand listless poultry remained.

Upon hearing the news, Sun Shao personally went out to greet him.

Seeing the sparse and pitiful livestock and poultry, I could hardly believe my eyes.

He suppressed his anger and questioned the escort officer:

"This...is all that the King has bestowed upon us?"

The escort officer, who had already received instructions from Lü Yi, said with a bitter expression:

"Your Excellency is wise! The number is far more than this."

"However, the weather is cold and the road is long; many have died of illness along the way. We officials have done our utmost to protect them..."

Sun Shao remained silent. Although he found it strange, he never imagined that the city of Jianye was so corrupt.

It was said that the journey was difficult, or that the national treasury was indeed empty.

However, this amount of supplies was like a drop in the ocean compared to the massive Wu army.

What chilled him even more was that, before the supplies had even been distributed, officers at all levels in the army—

Many of them are members of the royal family or members of prominent clans—who have already come after hearing the news.

They cited either the arduousness of military duties or their noble status as reasons.

Each person must take at least one poultry or a similar share of meat.

Very few of these stories actually reach the mouths of the lower-ranking soldiers.

Looking at the soldiers' eyes, which were still yearning yet gradually becoming numb, and watching their meager rewards being quickly divided up.

Sun Shao felt a bone-chilling cold rise from the bottom of his heart, far colder than the winter in Jiangnan.

He walked alone onto the platform, gazing at the gray, misty Jiangbei.

He looked up at the sky and sighed, his voice filled with endless sorrow and confusion.

"I wish to know...what is in the King of Wu's heart..."

"Do you know what this battle truly means for his throne?"

"We soldiers endured the cold and hunger on the banks of this river, fighting and bleeding to the death..."

"What exactly... are we fighting for?"

The cold wind howled, carrying away his sigh; no one answered. Only...
The Yangtze River flows eastward in silence.

Silently witnessing this Jiangdong foundation slowly decay from its very roots.

At this time, the Wu army camp in Jiangnan was shrouded in gloom, and morale was at rock bottom.

Those mere three hundred cattle, sheep, and a thousand poultry are like a drop of water thrown into boiling oil.

Instead of alleviating the famine, it fueled even deeper resentment and despair.

The number of typhoid cases reported by military doctors was increasing daily, and the soldiers looked pale and sickly.

His steps were unsteady during patrols, his eyes had lost their sharpness, and all that remained was the most primal desire for food.

Inside the command tent, the atmosphere was even more frozen than the winter chill outside.

Sun Shao's face turned ashen as he paced back and forth before finally stopping abruptly.

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried a resolute determination, as if he had nothing to lose.

"We can't wait any longer!!"

"If the soldiers are not nourished with meat, let alone fight next spring."

"Even this winter, our army will collapse without a fight!"

Upon hearing this, veteran general Zhu Ran frowned, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice:
"Commander! Think it over!"

"The army is indeed facing a critical shortage of food, but how can we continue to plunder the people?"

"The previous forced conscription had already caused widespread resentment among the people, and the fields were left barren."

"If we take away their winter food and the livestock they depend on for survival."

"This is tantamount to killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, and it will inevitably lead to widespread popular uprisings!"

"At that time, we will be besieged both internally and externally, and our fate will be sealed!"

Ding Feng, his beard bristling and halberd bristling, echoed in a stern voice:

"General Zhu is absolutely right!"

"As generals of the nation, we have a duty to protect our borders and ensure the safety of our people."

"How can we emulate the actions of bandits and destroy our own foundation?"

"This is absolutely unacceptable!!"

Sun Shao whirled around, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the two generals, his voice suddenly rising:
"Protecting the territory and ensuring the safety of the people? The foundation?"

"If the army is gone, how can we defend the borders?"

"If the soldiers mutini, this land south of the Yangtze River will fall into Chen Deng's hands in an instant!"

"At that time, we will both be prisoners, and the people will become slaves of the Qi army!"

"General Zhu! General Ding!"

"You tell me that you watched helplessly as the army collapsed and crumbled immediately."

"Is it better to risk inciting a popular uprising, which might at least delay the serious situation for a while?"

He took a step closer, his tone as cold as a knife:

"If the people rebel, troops can still be mobilized to suppress them!"

"If the army mutinies, what will we use to quell the rebellion?"

"With these empty hands?!"

"The current situation is like a knife to our throats!"

"Both are contrary, we can only choose one to protect!"

"Should we protect the 150,000 troops in front of us, or the civilians who may or may not rebel?"

"Isn't this choice clear enough?!"

Zhu Ran and Ding Feng were speechless after being choked by Sun Shao's almost insane remarks.

They knew this was like drinking poison to quench their thirst, yet Sun Shao's words were piercing to the heart.

The horrific consequences of the army's collapse were laid bare before them.

The two looked at each other and saw a deep sense of powerlessness and sorrow in each other's eyes.

In the end, he let out a long sigh, lowered his head in silence, and ceased his insistence.

Seeing that the two acquiesced, a ruthless glint flashed in Sun Shao's eyes, and he immediately gave the order:

"Order! Each battalion shall select its strongest men to form grain requisition teams!"

"Dispatch them to counties, townships, and villages along the coast!"

"Requisition military rations!"

"All livestock, including cattle, sheep, pigs, dogs, chickens, ducks, geese, grains, fodder, fruits, and vegetables, that can be ingested shall be levied!"

"Anyone who dares to harbor those who disobey orders will be punished according to military law!"

This order was like a hungry tiger being released from its cage.

The Wu soldiers, who were already starving, paid no heed to military discipline and the law when they heard that food could be "requisitioned".
One after another, fierce grain requisition teams rushed towards the villages and towns of Jiangnan.

In an instant, the land of Wu was filled with mourning cries.

The people cried out and knelt down, pleading:
"Sir! Please have mercy!"

"This is the last grain my family will grow to last through the winter!"

"Please! Spare this cow!"

"Without it, how will we cultivate the land next year!"

"Dog! Does the soldier not even spare the guard dog?"

However, all that was done in return for their pleas was a rough shoving and a cold rebuke.

Driven by hunger, the soldiers had nothing but food in their eyes, and they rushed into the homes of ordinary people.

They ransacked the place and stole everything edible.

Chickens flew and dogs barked, and cries shook the heavens.

at last,

In a village, several Wu soldiers forcibly dragged away the only lean pig that an old farmer cherished as his life.

The old farmer's son, a hot-blooded young man, could no longer tolerate it.

His eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly grabbed a hoe from the corner of the wall, pointed it at the soldiers, and roared angrily:

"You damned bastards! Are you government soldiers or bandits?!"

"This pig is my dad's life!!"

"If you take it, you're taking my whole family's lives!"

"I'll fight you to the death!!"

As he spoke, he swung his hoe at a soldier!
Caught off guard, the soldier instinctively swung his knife to block, and a "clang" was heard.

The hoe was knocked away, and the soldier was enraged.

With a backhand slash, he plunged the knife into the young man's chest!

Blood instantly stained the land red.

"Son!"

The old farmer let out a piercing scream and collapsed onto his son.

The surrounding villagers were completely ignited by this scene!

Long-suppressed anger, fear, and despair erupted at this moment!
"They're killing people! The soldiers are killing people!"

"Let's fight them! We're going to starve to death anyway!"

"Reverse! Reverse!"

Hoe, sickle, wooden stick...

Anything that could be obtained became a weapon.

The villagers surged toward the Wu soldiers like a tidal wave.

Upon seeing this, the officer in charge, Wu Jun, turned pale, realizing that the matter could no longer be resolved peacefully.

If the popular uprising is allowed to spread, his life will be in danger.

With a determined heart, he issued a stern order:

"Troublemakers resist the law and attack government troops!"

"This is tantamount to rebellion! Kill them! Suppress the uprising!"

The cold blades and spears were pointed at the unarmed people, or those with only simple farming tools.

Screams, curses, and wails instantly echoed over the village.

The iron-fisted suppression began.

Blood once again stained the land of Jiangnan red.

However, it was not sprinkled on the battlefield to defend against foreign enemies, but flowed among the Wu army and its own people.

That which might have still retained a trace of camaraderie between the military and the people,

At this moment, it was completely severed, turning into a deep-seated hatred.

It is:

Have you not seen, at the head of Qinghai, where countless bones have remained uncollected since ancient times?

New ghosts are troubled and old ghosts are crying; the sound is mournful on a cloudy, rainy day!
(End of this chapter)