Memoirs of the Heavenly Khan

Chapter 13: A Han Chinese among us

"Sizhou is such a great place!"

Hou Jing had lived in Huaishuo since he was a child, and then joined Taiping Village when he grew up. He had either lived in the cold wind or in the valleys. When he came to the plains for the first time, he felt a great shock in his heart.

It’s really too rich!
The climate here is milder than in the north, and the land is more fertile. Compared with the tight living conditions in the Six Garrisons, supplies are much more abundant.

No wonder the Xianbei people were so desperate to move south!

For the first time, Hou Jing confirmed the reason why the Xianbei people wanted to move their capital to Luoyang.

Li Shuang, who was dressed in Hu clothing, walked over and asked Hou Jing, who was dressed very coquettishly in Han clothing.

"Why are you wearing Hanfu and tying your hair?"

"I found it in the manor, my lord. Do I look like a Han scholar in this outfit?"

"It's quite similar!"

Hou Jing was very happy when he heard Li Shuang's words, and said:

"Don't worry, my lord. This area is in chaos."

Wan Ziqizhen hated the Han people. After he started the rebellion, the Han powerful people in the Sizhou area fled after hearing the news.

The Hu chiefs who were unwilling to follow Wan Ziqizhen in the rebellion also ran away with him.

With the loss of order, both the nomads among the Hu people and the refugees of the Han people lost their fear. Under the instigation of Li Shuang and others, they began to rush into these ownerless lands and loot everything they could.

Although the Han tyrants and the Hu chiefs fled, they could only take away valuables in a hurry, and there were still many valuable things left.

Within a few days, there was no trace of the original owner in the dilapidated manor where Li Shuang and others were.

"My Lord, I don't understand. The Erzhu generals are all waiting to fight Wan Ziqizhen. Why are we not going to fight for military merit, but running here to incite rebellion?"

Hou Jing didn't understand, so Li Shuang asked with a smile:

"Why are we heading south this time?"

"Quit the riot!"

Li Shuang shook his head.

"Suppressing the rebellion is just an excuse; occupying territory is the real goal. The more rebellions there are, the more territory we can occupy after suppressing them."

After hearing what Li Shuang said, Hou Jing seemed to understand and a scoundrel expression appeared on his face.

"So, Sizhou isn't in chaos enough right now!"

"You've finally got it!"

Hou Jing smiled, but was a little worried.

"Lord, there are two strange guys in our team recently."

"Weird guy?"

Li Shuang followed Hou Jing to the place where the two strange guys were - a dilapidated temple in the manor.

In order to conceal the maneuver, Li Shuang only brought Hou Jing and dozens of cavalry on this operation.

There were tens of thousands of rebellious people nearby, most of them half-naked, suffering from long-term famine, and with pale cheeks.

The two people in the ruined temple are completely different.

They sat on the east and west sides, keeping a considerable distance and being on guard against each other.

A man was leaning against the wall, nearly eight feet tall, with a handsome face. Next to him was a long box covered with black cloth, almost as tall as him. I wonder what was inside?
The other one was sitting on the ground. He had dragon eyebrows and a leopard neck, and his arms were as thick as old tree roots. On his left and right were a long spear and an oversized wine gourd. He looked at everything in front of him with amusement, and picked up the wine gourd to drink from time to time.

After Li Shuang walked in, they also noticed it.

"I wonder what brings you two gentlemen here?"

The cynical man spoke first:

"I heard that the leader had raised the banner of rebellion against the Luoyang court. I admire him deeply and have come to serve him."

The one who had been standing also spoke, but he was very frugal with his words.

"That's what I thought!"

It's obvious what these two people say is a lie.

His group was just a makeshift troupe. Except for Li Shuang and the dozens of riders he brought with him, all the members were refugees who had no food to eat.

Li Shuang doesn’t even pay wages, who would be willing to come to work at their own expense?
"I am truly grateful for the help of these two heroes."

After some polite exchanges, Li Shuang walked out of the dilapidated temple, and Hou Jing asked from the side.

"My lord, what should we do with these two guys?"

"Don't worry about them. Once we reach Dingzhou, we'll find a chance to get rid of them."

"I understand!"
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Xiurong City. The flag of Xiurong's first chieftain fluttered in the wind outside the city, and Wan Ziqizhen knew that Erzhu Rong had arrived!
One was the chieftain of the people of Bei Xiurong, and the other was the shepherd of Nan Xiurong. Wan Ziqizhen had met Erzhu Rong before, and knew each other's talents, but they never decided who was better.

"Are you trying to tell me that whoever wins the fight will get the entire Xiurong?"

Unlike when he faced Erzhu Zhao, Wan Ziqizhen was full of fighting spirit when facing Erzhu Rong.

Erzhu Rong's personal arrival meant that both sides of the battle had made their cards clear.

Wan Ziqizhen occupied the prosperous Nanxiurong, but was surrounded by the Northern Wei army. Defeating Erzhu Rong would open up a route northward and allow him to connect with the rebel forces of the Six Garrisons.

Erzhu Rong, do you think I am afraid of you?
"Open the city gates, call the men, and fight them!"

Wan Ziqizhen gave the order, but the people around him still wanted to persuade him.

"We have occupied the city and possess a large number of soldiers and food reserves. There is no need to confront Erzhu Rong head-on. If Muzi wants to fight him, he can lead the Han soldiers as the vanguard. Why should we, the men of our tribe, lead the way?"

"You don't understand Erzhu Rong at all. Those Han soldiers can deal with Erzhu Zhao, but they are definitely no match for Erzhu Rong!"

Then, Wan Ziqizhen spoke in an excited voice.

"We are all noble warriors, not those lowly Han people. You must know that whoever wins this battle will gain the entire Xiurong County!"

As the gates of Xiurong County slowly opened, Erzhu Rong knew that he had already won this war!
At night, Li Shuang, Hou Jing and two new freeloaders sat around the iron pot.

Fresh mutton is stewing in the pot.

There were wandering Han people all around, but they didn't dare to get close just because they smelled the meat.

It’s simple, the four people in the room don’t look like they are easy to deal with!

These two people are very tight-lipped. After several days, Li Shuang still hasn't been able to get any information out of them.

The only thing that is certain is that they are all Han Chinese!
However, they did not report their Chinese names, but made up a Xianbei name.

The one holding the huge wine gourd is named Lou Ang, and the other one carrying a long box is named Yu Fukan.

In this cold and indifferent society, the most basic trust between people is gone.

As a Han Chinese, he actually uses a Xianbei name and speaks Xianbei fluently!
Li Shuang could only sigh silently in his heart that the world is becoming more corrupt and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be.

"Brother Ohno, the meat is almost cooked!"

"Good Le!"

The mutton was stewing in the pot and was almost cooked. Li Shuang took a spoon and was about to taste it.

The sound of horse hooves suddenly rang out in the night.

Hou Jing sensed the danger and whispered in Li Shuang's ear:
"My lord, our people are still scattered outside."

"Take a look and then talk!"

Dozens of Hu cavalrymen approached quickly, heading towards the place where fireworks were heard in the dark night.

They were so close that people in the house could even hear them.

"Damn it, Erzhu Rong is really powerful, we are finished now!"

When these dozen people walked into the room, it seemed a little crowded.

Seeing four people gathered around the iron pot, he asked:
"who are you?"

"Ohno is cool!"

"It's Lou Ang!"

"Yu Fukan!"

After Li Shuang and the other two reported their names, the dozen or so Hu people nodded and had no objections. Finally, they looked at the only person in the room who had not reported his name.

"Hou Jing!"

"Get out!"

"why?"

"A Han Chinese like you are worthy of staying in this house?"

At this moment, Hou Jing wanted to take out his forty-meter-long sword and chop down these bastards in front of him!
"I'm really not Han Chinese!"

Those three are the real Han people!
Hou Jing's words only caused a burst of ridicule.

Hou Jing was indignant after being driven out of the house, feeling the cold night wind, smelling the fragrance of mutton soup, and listening to the laughter in the house.

He silently took out his knife and began to sharpen it.

"These are a bunch of barbarians!"

(End of this chapter)