Chapter 1009 Revolving

  Xian Yufu at this moment is not at all like sitting on pins and needles as Governor Feng said, he is like falling into an ice cave.

  Looking at the guard of Longmen Ferry, whose face was gray and black, and whose armor was burned in several places, he wished he could touch his mother tens of thousands of times.

  Seeing the veins popping out of Xian Yufu's hand that was pressing on the hilt of the sword, the ferry guard cried even louder:

   "General, what the last general said is true, the Shu captives will really summon ghost soldiers!"

   As soon as he said a word, he wiped away his tears, and even wiped the ashes on his face like ghosts.

   "That night, everyone in the battalion saw it. If the general doesn't believe it, he can ask them casually."

   "The general remembers very clearly that at the third watch, a huge thunder suddenly sounded in the flat ground, and the gate of the village was split open."

   "The last general even specifically asked the soldiers on duty at night. At that time, many people saw it. After the thunder, the light scattered everywhere, and then the ghost soldiers seemed to emerge from the ground..."

  The guard at the ferry was rambling, although his face was covered with black and gray, but he could still see the fear in his eyes.

  If it was normal, Xian Yufu would only use it as an excuse for this person to avoid the disadvantage of defending the ferry.

  Even if he does not have the right to beheaded on the spot, he should be **** immediately and hit with fifty army sticks first to calm the morale of the army.

   But this thing is weird because all the routs who fled back said the same thing, which made Xian Yufu feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.

   Tens of thousands of soldiers were defeated overnight. Not only was the defeat inexplicable, but they also said in unison that it was the ghost soldiers who made the chaos.

   Some of the soldiers who fled back even went crazy, their eyes were dull, and they could only say "ghost soldiers are coming"...

   This belongs to his mother!

   Has this world gone crazy?

  Looking at the trembling Ferry soldiers, it reminded Xian Yufu of something.

  The soldiers who participated in the first battle of Xiaoguan, not to mention the soldiers below, even some generals in the army, were also afraid of Shu like a tiger.

  This discovery made Xian Yufu's heart suddenly feel a little darker, as big as a big river.

   Under Feng Thief's command, could it be true that there is such a wicked way?

  With an uncertain face, he waved his hand and asked the sergeant in the tent to guard the ferry guard.

  Regardless of whether the thieves really summoned ghost soldiers or not, the most important thing right now is that the Shu captives have crossed the river.

  The terrain in Guanzhong is flat, which is most suitable for cavalry.

   This was originally Wei's advantage.

  But since the appearance of the Iron Armored Ghost Cavalry, this advantage has shifted from the Wei side to the Shu captives.

  Ghost riding?

   Xian Yufu's heart skipped a beat.

  First there were ghost riders, and now there are ghost soldiers. I don’t know if there are real ghosts, but this thief Feng is a real ghost!

  He took a deep breath, opened the handsome tent, walked out of the tent, and looked across the river.

  The river is too wide, even if the sky is clear, you can't see what's on the other side.

   But Xian Yufu knew that Feng Zei must be smiling smugly at this moment.

   It's just that he is an old man who has personally experienced decades of war, and he quickly stabilized his mind.

   "Come on!"

   "General?"

   "Send down the order to dig an additional trench to the north of the camp to strengthen the defense of the whole army!"

   "No!"

   "Also, Dob Antlers, refuse the gun..."

  After finishing the order, Xian Yufu looked at Dong'an, his eyes gradually became firm, and murmured:

   "If you think that after crossing the great river, you can enter and leave the pass at will, you are thinking too much."

  Whether it is Guo Huai on Qiaoshan Mountain in the northwest, or Sima Yi in Mei County in the west, let alone the Luoyang Central Army led by Qin Lang at the foot of Longshan Mountain.

  The escape route of everyone in the pass is tied to the two passes of Tongguan and Wuguan.

  If Xian Yufu left without a fight, then the Han army could cut off Tongguan without any effort.

  The Shangluo passage where Wuguan is located is even more difficult than the Weihan ancient road where Tongguan is located.

  More than 200,000 Wei troops are scattered throughout Guanzhong. If the Han army is allowed to cut off Tongguan, it is still unknown how many of the more than 200,000 Wei troops can withdraw from Wuguan.

  That's why Xian Yufu couldn't retreat, and he didn't dare to.

   Not only could Feng's bandits not be allowed to cross the river from Pubanjin, but they also had to try their best to contain the Guan bandits coming from the north, so that the Shu captives would not dare to go west easily and cut off Guo Huai's retreat at will.

   With less than 20,000 people in hand, but facing the vicious He Hefeng thief and Guan thief, Xian Yufu couldn't help but let out a long sigh:

   "Since I can't hold the ferry, then this time I can only be loyal to the country with my life!"

  He knew that he was not the opponent of the two thieves, and he was determined to die at the moment, and he only hoped that he could delay it day by day so that Da Sima could deal with it as soon as possible.

  The governor Feng on the opposite bank was complacent the day before, and asserted that Xian Yufu was sitting on pins and needles, in a dilemma, but he didn't expect that the slap in the face came too quickly.

   Xian Yufu not only strengthened the defense of the river bank, but even from the binoculars, he could see that he sent troops to the east, as if he was determined to defend to the death.

  Everything seen in the binoculars made Governor Feng's old face suddenly hot.

  Damn it, when General Guan delivered the victory report, I should have sent someone to reply immediately, telling her to lead the army south and kill you old boy!

   Governor Feng grinned in his heart.

   "Your Majesty?"

   Liu Hun saw Feng Junhou's expression was a bit unkind, so he asked cautiously.

   Governor Feng snorted, and then sneered again:

   "Xian Yufu thought I would cross the river in a hurry? Then let him guard it!"

  General Guan has already controlled a ferry, and the initiative has been completely controlled by himself. At this time, it is definitely not him who is anxious, but the other party.

  In the Battle of Guanzhong, it seemed that the Liangzhou Army stole the show, but Governor Feng was not dazzled by the victory.

   After all, the main force of the Wei State Guanzhong army has been confronting Zhuge Old Demon in Wuzhangyuan.

  Si Mayi was held back by the old monster Zhuge and couldn't move, so he was able to run around so recklessly.

  The so-called cooperation with righteousness and victory with strangeness, the Hanzhong army in Wuzhangyuan is righteousness, and myself is that strangeness.

   What Governor Feng has to do now is to create the best conditions for the main battlefield on the periphery, instead of going overboard and replacing the main force to fight the decisive battle.

   Doing things in Hedong can exert huge pressure on Luoyang, and this pressure can also be conveyed to Sima Yi.

   Governor Feng put down the binoculars, turned to look at Liu Hun:

   "General Liu, I will give you a task now."

  Liu Hun was refreshed:

   "Please give me your orders."

   "Take all the troops of the Huns and return to Anyi (that is, the county of Hedong) to find Shi Bao."

   Speaking of this, Governor Feng's eyes were gloomy, "These days, Shi Bao should have already inquired about the situation of the Hedong clan."

   "He must know which big families can win over and which aristocratic families are diehards."

  After all, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor.

  General Shi has always had a good memory, especially in terms of holding grudges.

   Governor Feng narrowed his eyes and said slowly:

   "After you join him, if you don't want to cooperate with the big Han's family, you let those farmers and the Huns..."

   As he spoke, he raised his hand as a knife and wiped it lightly on his neck.

  The tone is very light, and the killing intent is extremely heavy.

   It made Liu Hun's body tremble immediately.

  He was born in Bingzhou, so he naturally knows how many aristocratic families there are in Hedong.

  It can be said that the top aristocratic families in the world are basically in the land of Sanhe.

  Junhou’s touch seems easy, but in fact, I don’t know how many rich and right people have to be wiped away...

  Liu Hun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with some difficulty:

   "Your Majesty, is this okay?"

  It's not that he's afraid of killing people, but that this kind of killing method will bear too much infamy.

   "It doesn't matter that the last general was born in a barbarian tribe and doesn't know etiquette, but the prince..."

   Governor Feng smiled lightly, and turned to face the surging river. His voice was soft but firm:

  "If a person's body has ulcers and sores, they need to be squeezed out as soon as possible. If they are afraid of pain and let them swell, then they will have to cut out the flesh with a knife."

   "Otherwise, if you continue to procrastinate and miss the opportunity, you will die..."

  The aristocratic family in Shu is just an abscess squeezed by a big man.

  Liangzhou Hao family, because the foundation is too shallow, and later because of the big man's physical fitness, it has turned into a benign one.

  The aristocratic family in the land of three rivers is the biggest sore. If you don't take advantage of this good opportunity to goug out the flesh and dig out the rotten flesh, why not let it continue to grow?

   As for whether he will be called a butcher...

   The position of public opinion, anyway, it must be contested.

   If you don't occupy, the enemy will.

   In the worst case, we will compare whether it is Nanxiang who prints the book faster, or the aristocratic family who copies the book faster.

  Does Nanxiang make more paper, or does the aristocratic family make more bamboo slips and wooden tablets?

  Do the people like to listen to Nanxiang storytellers, watch Nanxiang entertainment troupe go to the countryside to perform, or listen to aristocratic families cursing the streets...

   You will know when the time comes.

  Who doesn't know that the barbarians in Bingzhou and the peasants of Wei State have been exploited and bullied by Wei State officials and local wealthy families, and they have long harbored resentment?

   (Note: During the early years of the Yellow Emperor, the State of Wei had already delegated the powers related to tuntian to the Hakka Mansion of tuntian. "Listen to all the farmers to manage their livelihoods, and each is a subordinate's plan." In fact, it is to legalize private pockets)

   (This situation greatly facilitates the collusion between Tuntian Hakka officials and local wealthy families to carve up state-owned assets. At the same time, Tuntian Hakka officials are arbitrarily ordered by Tuntian Hakka officials, and the burden is getting heavier)

  The resentful Hu people and the farmer took advantage of the military chaos to rise up and liquidate the wealthy families who oppressed them in the past. Isn't it reasonable?

  All of this was actually caused by the greed of the aristocratic family. What does Bingzhou Huer and Hedong Tuntian Ke have to do with the innocent Feng Junhou to avenge their past?

   I didn't see that Feng Junhou was worrying about crossing the river right now!

  How can you care about what happened to the Hao family in Hedong?

  Whoever the knife cuts on is the one who hurts the most.

What?

  Afraid of pain?

   Then come and beg me!

  The Battle of Guanzhong is almost a conclusion.

  The next thing, how many thieves are killed, is it important?

   It may be important to others, but it is not important to Governor Feng.

  Because he is ready to start post-war governance.

   Governor Feng looked at the rolling river with deep eyes:

   "Don't be afraid of what will happen to the Xiongnu tribe in the future. You know my attitude towards meritorious tribes."

   "To tell you the truth, I have already found a way for the Hu people in Bingzhou. There are a lot of mines in the area of ​​Bingzhou, and I will definitely mine them in the future."

   "In the future, the Hu people in Bingzhou, family members of aristocratic families, and those prisoners of war will basically go to mine."

   Governor Feng turned his head again and looked at Liu Hun, "You can be regarded as someone who has followed me since Nanxiang, so naturally you know that there are differences among miners."

  When Liu Hun heard the words, his spirits lifted immediately.

  But seeing him clasped his fists and said loudly:

   "Don't worry, my lord, I will understand how to do it in the end!"

   After finishing speaking, he immediately turned around and asked someone to bring his horse, got on the horse, and galloped in the direction of the Huns like a whirlwind.

   Governor Feng nodded slightly.

  This little Hun prince was able to become the leader of Liangzhou Army's fine cavalry.

  Like Zhao Erha, if he is not Mr. Zhao’s own son, if he is not his **** younger brother, hehe…

   Liu Meng watched his younger brother rushing all the way, his heart tightened, and he hurried to meet him:

   "Brother, what are your orders if you are a prince?"

  In the past few days, although they have not really crossed the river, many people have died in the river after so many attempts.

   It would be a lie to say that he doesn't feel distressed.

   But everything is reversed, what else?

   Besides, the sword of the Han army is much faster than that of the Wei army.

  Anyway, killing people is too fast.

  After Liu Hun got off his horse, he didn't even have time to catch his breath, so he answered directly:

   "Exactly!"

   Liu Meng was taken aback, then gritted his teeth and said:

   "Your Majesty, this time, how many people do you plan to ask us to send?"

  Every time they cross the river, they are not allowed to send out alone, and Liangzhou Yicongjun will also send out some people.

  So even though many clansmen drowned in the big river, Liu Meng and others have no reason to complain.

   After all, the money has been taken, and the benefits may be promised. Everyone works hard together, turning over is not a dream.

"all!"

   Liu Meng was shocked:

   "Huh? This?"

   "It's not crossing the river, this time is a good thing."

   Liu Hun didn't know whether he was in a hurry or excited, his face turned red, he emphasized:

   "It's a great thing!"

   "Great thing?"

   Liu Meng and Liu Bao looked at each other, a little puzzled.

  Liu Hun took a breath, and then continued:

   "Your Majesty asked us to return to Anyi," he lowered his voice, "to find those aristocratic families..."

   As he spoke, he imitated Feng Junhou and raised his hand to wipe his neck.

   Seeing this, Liu Meng and Liu Bao were shocked:

   "Your Majesty really want to do this?"

   "Junhou, Junhou won't be..."

   Wouldn't they be used as black work?

   "Brother, uncle, if this is done, it will be of great benefit to our tribe!"

   Liu Hun said excitedly, "Your Majesty promised to open a mine in Bingzhou in the future, and then let our clansmen go to the mine to work as miners."

   "Miner?"

   "Yes, it's the miners!"

  Liu Hun nodded fiercely, "There is a saying here."

   Are miners suffering?

  Of course it is hard and tiring, but the treatment of miners in the Xinghanhui mine is guaranteed.

  The household registration of family members, the school registration of children and grandchildren, basic necessities of life, food, housing and transportation, the mine will help you solve it, so that people have no worries.

  If the Xiongnu tribes can become miners in Bingzhou in the future, it is equivalent to automatically being included in the Xinghanhui system, and they are still the ones holding the iron rice bowl.

   "Unexpectedly, there is such a good thing!"

   Liu Meng and Liu Bao's eyes lit up immediately.

  It’s just mining, no matter how hard and tiring it is, can it compare to being bullied by the right? Comparable to starving to death and freezing to death?

   "More than that!" Liu Hun continued, "The most important thing is, brother and uncle, do you know where Junhou likes to recruit soldiers?"

   "How do we know?"

   "It's the miners!" Liu Hun threw his fist excitedly, "Most of the elites in the Liangzhou army come from the workshops and mines under the name of the Xinghan Association. This is the practice under the command of the princes."

   "This, why?"

   Liu Hun shook his head:

   "I don't understand the reason for this, but as long as you become a miner, the status of our tribe will be really different."

  In the era of the most important military exploits, what does this mean?

   means that their tribe has become a group that is valued by the monarch.

  It is not a concept at all with those tribes who do chores on grasslands and do handymen.

  As Junhou said, the miners in the mine are also graded.

   Some miners are not voluntary, but sinners who were escorted over to make atonement.

  That kind of miner, if he fails to atone for his sins and leave the mine within three years, will basically not live past five years in the end.

  So, their tribe must not be that kind of miner.

  After listening to Liu Hun's words, Liu Meng and Liu Bao swallowed together, and their breathing became a little rough.

  If this is really the case, let alone doing black work for the princes, even if they let them die for the princes, then it is not impossible to discuss!

   It doesn't matter whether the introduction money is based on the head, or the dividends are distributed according to the labor force.

  The important thing is that they just want to find a way out for the people below, right?

   "When is Junhou going to do it?"

   Liu Meng asked impatiently.

   Revenge and profit are both right, and anyone will be impatient.

   "Now, right now, right now!"

"good!"

   Tens of thousands of Huns, led by their respective commanders, began to turn around rumblingly.

  In the land of Hedong, a **** storm is about to kick off...

  (end of this chapter)