gnovel Chapter 1393: Die with Unrepentant Eyes and Indecision
Chapter 1393: Die with Unrepentant Eyes and Indecision
Chapter 1393: Die with Unrepentant Eyes and Indecision
Looking at the crazy butler in black, Han Long sneered, but his tone was innocent:
"Isn't that what you said? Whoever has more people is right."
The black-clad butler had red eyes and was breathing heavily. He stared at Han Long in front of him, then he drew out the long sword he carried with him and urged his mount to rush forward.
Logically speaking, if Master Han Long and his apprentice dared to block the way here, they must have something to rely on.
But the black-clad butler, who had suffered blows one after another, had long lost his former calmness.
Seeing Han Long blocking his way, he desperately needed an outlet, so naturally he couldn't control himself and directed his anger at Han Long.
I just didn't expect that the world's number one assassin and the deputy leader of the Wulin Alliance would be so insidious and unruly.
The death of all the wolf slaves was like the last straw that completely crushed the black-clad butler.
At this moment, he had completely lost his mind and just wanted to kill Han Long in front of him immediately. He didn't care even if they died together.
The distance between the two is not too far, but not too close either, just enough for the horse to speed up.
Han Long did not move, but just watched the black-clad butler approaching quietly.
"Go to hell!"
The tip of the sword can be extended without any force, the power brought by the horse can easily pierce a person.
The murderous blade was right in front of him, but Han Long remained motionless, as if he had forgotten how to dodge.
A lance was handed out from the side to block the sword.
The horse lance is long and the sword is short.
The lance is hard, and the sword is soft.
Using the long to attack the short, using the hard to block the soft, the horse lance not only blocked the incoming sword, but the sharp and pointed lance blade went up along the sword body and directly pierced the shoulder socket of the black-clothed butler.
The black-clad butler felt so much pain that he lost his grip on the hilt and his sword fell off his horse.
However, the owner of the lance did not show mercy. Instead, he increased his strength and knocked the black-clad butler off his horse before pulling the lance blade out of his shoulder socket.
With a "swish", the nearly one-meter-long spear blade pierced through the black-clothed butler's thigh and nailed him to the ground.
In fact, the black-clad butler’s martial arts skills are not bad.
However, his morale was hit hard one after another, which made him completely lose all hope.
He rushed forward mostly to seek death, and ignored the long spear that he could normally avoid, which allowed Liu Hun to succeed easily.
Lying in the snow, the coldness from the ground slightly alleviated the pain of the wound.
But at the same time, the black-clad butler felt that his body temperature was constantly decreasing.
He knew it was because the wound was bleeding.
Watching Han Long roll off his horse, the black-clad butler laughed nervously:
"Hey, hey, do you think that by killing me, you can end the feud between our two tribes? Don't dream!"
Han Long squatted down, looked at the wound on the black-clothed butler's shoulder, then stretched out his hand and shook the long spear that was nailed to the black-clothed butler, with a satisfied look on his face.
In the popular Han Dynasty stories, the villain who originally had the upper hand in winning the game often said too much in front of the injured or captured protagonist, which led to the protagonist overthrowing the villain.
Now he was sure of victory and had a lot to say to his fellow tribesman, so he wanted to make sure that he could kill the other party at any time and the other party would be unable to resist.
After confirming it, he said:
"I know. You North Koreans have long taken root in the grasslands. There are people from your tribe in countless tribes."
"If I kill you today, another one might show up tomorrow. Oh, it's really annoying."
The black-clad butler showed a sarcastic smile:
"As long as you know."
Han Long didn't care, as he had been living like this for hundreds of years anyway.
He simply sat down on the snow, lowered his head to the black-robed butler, and said with some emotion:
"We in South Korea have always had fewer people than you in North Korea, and after so many years of fighting, I'm actually a little tired of it."
"Actually, I've thought before that one day I could find the leader of the largest tribe on the grassland and die together with him. That might be a relief."
The black-clad butler was lying on the ground, looking up at Han Long. However, the strength in his body was constantly draining away, and he was pinned by the long spear, unable to move. He could only glare at Han Long and hissed:
"Then go ahead!"
Why don't you go?
Why are you stopping me?
"It was not until I met Feng Junhou that I realized that people can live and do things this way."
Han Long clicked his tongue, and both his expression and tone were just like the biggest villain in the story as it approaches the finale.
The black-clad butler stared at Han Long intently. If his eyes could spit fire, he would have burned him to ashes.
"You know what? This time I set out from Pingcheng with the army. Pingcheng has been digging coal from the ground in recent years. Even the people can use coal for heating in winter."
"This coal is really a good thing. After it is used up, there will be charcoal slag, which is a top-quality material for paving roads. And some special coal that is dug out can also be made into artificial stone."
"Do you know what artificial stone is? Artificial stone looks like powder at ordinary times, but it can become as hard as rock when it comes into contact with water. Whether it is used for paving roads or building houses, it is really the best."
Han Long kept on talking like an old woman, rambling on and on, and no one knew what he was trying to express.
"There are many roads paved with charcoal slag in Pingcheng. Now they have been extended to the outside of the Great Wall. I heard that they will be repaired all the way to the outer pass built in the desert by the former Han Dynasty."
"Then they will build forts with artificial stones on the remains of the Han Dynasty's fortresses. I have seen such forts in Liangzhou. From Juyan County to the outer fortresses of the Han Dynasty, there are such forts all the way."
"The fort is built in a strange shape, and can house about 500 soldiers. With the fort as the center, it can control at least 500 miles around it."
"The Han Dynasty's grasslands outside the Great Wall are basically divided around this kind of fortress."
As Han Long spoke, he turned his wrist and a shining dagger was in his hand.
He raised the dagger, touched the black-clad butler's forehead with the tip of the dagger, and then tapped several joints on his body.
"These forts are like nails, and the grasslands are like ropes. What will the desert look like if all the forts can be built along the outer fortresses in the future? It's really exciting!"
"Ho ho ho..."
The black-robed butler was no longer able to speak and could only make a "ho ho" sound from his throat.
"By that time, the entire desert will be nailed down. The wool on the grassland alone is enough to attract people. Not to mention the furs, various meats, and medicinal herbs..."
"Oh, by the way, did you know that there was an agricultural expert in the Han Dynasty, a remarkable woman. She once said that if you grind bones into powder, mix it with feces, and apply it to the land, it can greatly increase the fertility of the land."
"I heard that this method alone can increase grain production by more than 30%. Now in the desert, even cattle and sheep bones are valuable, wow!"
"Unlike the previous Han Dynasty, I'm afraid that this time, the Han Dynasty will never give up the desert. Do you think that the Hu people will let them have a chance to turn things around, other than herding horses and sheep for the Han Dynasty?"
Han Long's tone became leisurely, "The desert barbarians are destined to never turn over. I wonder what you North Koreans will do?"
The black-clad butler's eyes were already wide open, and he used up the last bit of his strength, but could only move his lips.
Seeing him like this, Han Long smiled slightly:
"Do you feel unwilling to die with your eyes open?"
"Hey!"
"It's right to die with your eyes wide open. That's what I want. If I really let you die so easily, who can I complain to for all the hard work and fatigue in my life?"
After Han Long said so much, he just felt extremely relieved.
The dagger in his hand mercilessly pierced the black-clad butler's heart.
Then give it another hard scratch!
After making sure that the other party was dead, Han Long cut off his head.
The head that was lifted up had its eyes wide open, it was indeed the man who died with his eyes open.
Han Long climbed onto his horse, said hello, and the people who had brought back their war horses from afar followed him, raising a cloud of snow and mist, and returned to the west.
A song was heard from afar:
Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Goushuang Xueming.
The silver saddle illuminates the white horse, rustling like a meteor.
Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.
Hello.
……
"Hahaha, how wonderful! How wonderful!"
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The snow in the desert is about to melt but has not yet done so. The cold air, whose strength is gradually weakening, is blocked by the Yinshan Mountains and the Yanshan Mountains and cannot invade the interior of the country in large quantities.
The snow in Taiyuan has basically melted away, and spring is approaching quietly.
The Battle of Hebei began in the winter of the ninth year of Yan Xi. The fighting first broke out in Luoyang. Jiang Wei led his troops across the river in winter and arrived at the city of Wen County, Sima Yi's hometown.
Although they failed to defeat the enemy, they did cause several shocks in Hanoi that day, and even Jiang Ji had to lead his troops to rescue them personally.
After a while of harassment, Jiang Wei drove thousands of civilians back south to Luoyang.
As soon as spring came, the entire Taihang Mountain front became restless.
Wang Han of Hedong and Shi Bao of Shangdang could not wait to send out small troops respectively to constantly test the Chenguan Pass, Taihang Pass, Baixing Pass, Fukou Pass, etc., looking for loopholes in the defense of the Wei bandits.
The snow on the mountains always melts slower.
Compared with the plains in Hedong, Taiyuan, where there is no trace of ice and snow, remnant snow can still be seen from time to time on the Taihang Mountains.
However, scouts, outposts, and even small groups of soldiers from both the Han and Wei sides had already started a life-and-death battle on various passes.
On the contrary, Jingxing, which was the main attack direction in the plan, became abnormally quiet after the beginning of spring.
Throughout the winter, Sima Feng had gone to Jingxing Mountain Pass for inspection several times. But who would have thought that the weather had just started to warm up, but he was staying in Jinyang City doing nothing.
However, the news that came back from the frontier a few days ago still broke Feng Da Sima's peaceful life:
General Zhendong, who had been lurking outside the Great Wall for more than a month, finally decided to attack Tuoba Xianbei.
At this time, in Pingcheng, north of Taiyuan, Zhang Yuan, the chief officer of the Xianbei Protectorate, was organizing manpower and transporting supplies to the Moluhui tribe.
Because General Zhendong not only took away all the young and strong people of the Meiluhui tribe, but also only gave one month's food rations to those who stayed behind.
In other words, Zhang Yuan must deliver enough rations to the Meiluhui tribe within a month - there is still plenty of time.
However, after the beginning of spring, it is destined to be a busy season.
Pingcheng was still busy transporting grain out of the border, and General Guan sent someone to deliver a letter.
"Shanzhang, Shanzhang, great victory, great victory outside the Great Wall!"
"General Zhendong defeated the Tuoba Xianbei, and the Hu chieftain Tuoba Liwei died. His son Tuoba Shamo Khan conquered all the tribes and has expressed his willingness to submit to the Han Dynasty!"
"In this battle, we subdued nearly 500,000 Hu people, captured more than 50,000, and captured countless cattle, sheep, and horses!"
"Oh?" Even though Feng Da Sima was mentally prepared after knowing that General Guan had decided to attack, he was still shocked after hearing the battle report. He even couldn't believe it. "Really?"
As he asked, he couldn't wait to take the translated battle report from the staff officer.
"Principal, I have verified the data three times, and it is definitely accurate!"
Feng Da Sima read the battle report carefully without missing a word, and then he couldn't help but slammed the table:
"Good! Good, good, good! My family, um, General Guan's battle can really be said to be a battle of both strategy and alliance!"
According to the deduction of the General Staff, the best result of this expedition would be to gain the surrender of 200,000 Hu people and capture 100,000 prisoners of war, which would be enough.
As for the worst result, we can capture 30,000 to 50,000 people.
But unexpectedly, the results were unexpectedly perfect.
The Meiluhui tribe successfully surrendered, and except for a few tribes that escaped, most of the Tuoba Xianbei surrendered, and the rest were all prisoners of war.
But when he saw the end, Feng Dasima's expression froze: "Hmm?"
At the end of the battle report, General Guan mentioned one more thing:
Half of the elite cavalry of the Tuoba Xianbei had already headed south to Hebei to support Sima Yi, so they asked Sima Feng to be careful.
The troops left behind at the headquarters were insufficient in combat effectiveness, which was also an important reason for the smooth progress of the war outside the Great Wall.
But leaving tens of thousands of elite cavalrymen heading south unattended would ultimately be a hidden danger.
At the same time, he also asked whether he should lead the troops to follow south.
Even if we cannot seize the opportunity to completely eliminate the last remaining force of the Tuoba Xianbei, being able to delay them can also reduce the pressure on the Grand Marshal in Hebei.
A bit risky.
This was Feng Dasima’s first reaction.
Of course he understood that if you could kill a snake with one blow, you shouldn't hold back.
This is indeed a win-win situation.
But the snow in the desert is about to melt, no, it has already started melting. After the snow melts completely, the entire grassland will become muddy.
For the cavalry, this is the most undesirable situation.
Although they still had the advantage of weapons and armor after losing the advantage of cavalry, it was difficult for General Guan to fight against tens of thousands of Tuoba warriors on foot...
After all, I took some risks.
Not to mention that it was impossible to mobilize all those troops, and a considerable portion of them had to be used to watch over the hundreds of thousands of Hu people who had surrendered.
Sima Feng raised his head and looked at the battle map hanging on the wall.
After a moment of silence, he slowly walked to the map, holding the battle report in his hand.
On the map, there is no way to know the exact location of General Guan.
The Yanshan Mountains, the natural barrier to the north of Hebei, are clearly marked.
Also marked out are various important passes.
Sima Feng looked back and forth on the map for a long time, and finally set his sights on Juyongguan.
If the Xianbei elite cavalry wanted to enter Hebei to support Sima Yi, the fastest and most convenient pass would be Juyong Pass.
Sima Feng bent his fingers and tapped the wall lightly, obviously hesitating - General Guan must be hesitating as well because he is not sure.
If General Guan had been confident enough, he would not have used this tone.
But in order to make Feng Dasima's life more relaxed in Hebei, she was willing to take the risk.