The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 47

Looking far away from the Xianbei Camp, one can vaguely see the Yanmen Gate several miles away closed and lit.

The old general Zhang Zhong was wearing a gray and black armor robe, walked out of the general's mansion, and headed towards the various passes of Yanmen Pass, followed by two armored generals on the left and right.

The man on the left has a short beard and a square face, and his muscular muscles can definitely be called a hunchback. He walks with a tyrannical aura unique to a warrior.

On the right is a young man who looks like a Confucian, 27 or [-] years old, wearing a bright silver fish scale armor, but not wearing a helmet, revealing a three-point delicate and seven-point gentle face, and when the corners of his mouth slightly hooked From now on, it looks a bit like a monster.

The fourth son of the Yan family, Yan Xin.

Three days ago, it was this person who led three thousand soldiers and galloped all the way from Shangdang County. At the critical moment, the timely reinforcements closed the Yanmen Gate, which made Bu Dugen's plan to break through the barrier once again come to naught.

The Yan family is the leading family in Bingzhou. The current head of the family, Yan Kan, has passed the year of destiny. He has four sons and a daughter under his knees. He named the four sons according to "propriety, righteousness, wisdom and faith".

The eldest son, Yan Li, has a calm temperament. He serves as the prime minister of Dahongyu in Beijing, and his official rank is less than one thousand shi.

The second son, Yan Yi, was brave and ruthless, and was transferred to Xiliang to guard the border, where he got the title of General Chongwu in the army.

The third son, Yan Zhi, died young and drowned when he was nine years old.

The fourth son, Yan Xin, has a tired and lazy personality. He does not study literature or martial arts. He wears coarse linen clothes and often wanders in the countryside. He likes to chat with the working people and has fun.

However, such an act was tantamount to deviant and self-deprecating at the time.For this reason, Yan's father often punished and banned Yan Xin, but it didn't have any effect, which made Yan's father scold Yan Xin for a while when he saw Yan Xin.

As time passed, Yan Kan didn't bother to take care of this most incompetent son anymore, as long as he didn't bring disaster to the Yan family, he would let him go.

Yan Xin followed behind the old general, deeply admiring the old man in front of him who was slightly older than his father. With an army of less than [-], he forcibly blocked more than [-] Xianbei people outside the pass for nearly a month.

However, it is such an old general who is over sixty years old, but he insists on doing the most inconspicuous thing of watching the night every day.

There was doubt on Yan Xin's face, he was always a person who couldn't hide his words, so he asked: "Uncle Shi, you can leave such trivial matters as night watch to your subordinates, why do you have to go there in person every night?" In the past, Zhang Zhong couldn't be on duty at night, but now, when the country is in ruins and his family is in ruins, Zhang Zhong stubbornly insists on watching the night every night, just to send a message to all the guards. That is, no matter what happens tomorrow, Zhang Zhong will live and die with everyone.

It is precisely because of the old general's determination to die that these soldiers guarding the pass almost miraculously repel the fierce offensives of the Xianbei people time and time again.

Zhang Zhong didn't elaborate with Yan Xin, those young masters from aristocratic families who have been holding golden spoons in their mouths since childhood may not be able to understand the iron-blooded loyalty of soldiers.

"Nephew, you'd better go back to Shangdang after dawn."

Under the bright starlight, the old man sighed leisurely.

The grass was rustling, black military boots stepped on the lawn, and the face of the old man in front of him could not be seen clearly.

Yan Xin smiled suddenly, he naturally understood the implication of Zhang Zhong's words, and there was a hint of playfulness on Qingyi's face, "Shi Bo, although I don't like to wield knives and sticks like my second brother, but I'm definitely not handless. Weak young man with the strength to bind a chicken, it is not difficult for me to protect myself on the battlefield. Besides, you are not unaware of my old man's temper. I know, but I still don’t know how thick a stick I have to use to drive me out of the house.”

Hearing the aggrieved words in Yan Xin's mouth, Zhang Zhong stroked the three-foot white beard fluttering on his chest, and laughed loudly: "That old stubborn, after so many years, still has the same temper as a stubborn donkey, calculate carefully, I haven't seen that old thing for nearly two years..."

Thinking of the old man, the old general couldn't help but feel warmer.

The three of them walked all the way, when it was about to close, Yan Xin suddenly raised his head, and asked abruptly: "Uncle Shi, your family property in Yanmen Pass is almost wiped out, even if you add the three thousand soldiers I brought, It is less than [-], and more than half of them are wounded, and the Xianbei outside the pass still have at least [-] troops, do you really want to leave?"

The old man walking in the front never stopped, just like the dragon and tiger walking when he was appointed as the general of Zhenbei by the first emperor, the old man's voice was very sonorous at this moment, "Anyone can walk, anyone can escape, but I can't. "

At this moment, the old man called himself 'I', not the usual 'Old Man' in the past.

"why?"

Yan Xin is very puzzled by this, the current situation is like a game of chess without any suspense, the black chess has become a big dragon, showing the tendency of crushing, and the white chess is slightly guarded in a corner, but there is no way to slay the dragon.At this time, if White does not retreat, it will completely evolve into a deadly game and be swallowed up by Black.

The old general didn't give too many answers. If he didn't experience many things himself, these young people might not understand them all their lives.

Han Lie, who also followed the old general and walked side by side with Yan Xin, couldn't help but interjected: "General, didn't you say that Lord Inspector has personally led an army to reinforce Yanmen Pass?"

About half a month ago, Zhang Yi, the governor of Bingzhou, made a public stunt, saying that he would personally send troops to Yanmen Pass to fight the Xianbei people to the death, and never let the Xianbei people's conspiracy to go south succeed.

However, it was not until ten days ago that the governor started to set off from Jinyang, marching like a turtle. Even so, four or five days was enough to rush from Jinyang to Yanmen Pass, but now it has been ten days, but he is still gone. The figure of Lord Inspector, the hidden meaning in it, is intriguing.

In addition, the four groups of troops drawn from the pass early in the morning, a total of 2 people, have not arrived so far.

Disobedience to the order, the military law shall be executed.

Zhang Zhong has been in Bingzhou for decades, and no one has ever dared to disobey his military orders. Of course, the generals of the four-way command army naturally did not have the courage.

This shows that someone is behind the scenes and has tampered with it.

There are not many people who dare to challenge the Zhang family in Bingzhou, and they can be counted on one hand, but the most likely one is Zhang Yi, the governor.

The position of governor was originally a middle-level official responsible for supervising state and county affairs, but with the passage of time, it has now evolved into a powerful feudal official.

Zhang Zhong and Zhang Yi, both surnamed Zhang, might have been a family 500 years ago.Right now, the two of them are almost at the same level, with the tip of the needle facing each other, neither will give way to the other.

One is the supreme military commander of Bingzhou, and the other is the highest chief executive of Bingzhou.

Zhang Yi wants to completely control Bingzhou, and Zhang Zhong, who is high and powerful, has become the biggest stumbling block.Zhang Zhong not only mastered the military dispatch of the entire Bingzhou, but also was upright and strict, which made Zhang Yi, who once wanted to divide the Bingzhou equally with Zhang Zhong, frustrated many times.

Therefore, Zhang Zhong must die!

The southward movement of the Xianbei just created this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Zhang Yi.

The garrison of Yanmen Pass is less than [-]. As long as the reinforcements are cut off, it is only a matter of time before Yanmen Pass is breached.With Zhang Zhong's unyielding temperament, he will never abandon the pass and flee, and he will definitely fight to the death without retreating.

Zhang Yi seized Zhang Zhong's dead spot, so he marched very slowly, choosing to sit on the sidelines, and when Zhang Zhong's army was wiped out, he would go out to fight Xianbei again, so as to enjoy the benefits of the fisherman.

Of course, some people contributed to this, such as the Zheng family.

It's just that Zhang Yi overlooked one point. The Xianbei people known as the "grassland wolf" are notorious.

It was precisely because of Zhang Yi's selfishness that he almost brought an unprecedented catastrophe to the entire Han Dynasty.

Zhang Zhong didn't say a word about Han Lie's words. The intrigue in the officialdom can be described as hard to describe. It is possible that someone who still calls you a brother and brother today will stab you in the back tomorrow. Zhang Yi is well versed in the way of being an official. , Know how to manage the world, but if you want him to wear armor to fight the Xianbei, it will only kill more soldiers.

If possible, Zhang Zhong would rather Zhang Yi lead the people to retreat south than to send them to death in vain.

"Could it be that you really count on that kid Lu Fengxian?" Han Lie asked subconsciously.

"Lu Fengxian?"

Yan Xin murmured, and immediately understood, he turned his head and asked Han Lie: "The Lu Fengxian who led dozens of Xianbei soldiers?"

"It's not just as simple as breaking a thousand people. The Xianbei general was captured alive in Baokou Valley, and three thousand soldiers of Xianbei were wiped out at Pingfengkou, and Yunzhong County was easily captured..." Han Lie said with high spirits, which one is not worth applauding, Which one is not a great achievement in battle.In the past, those sour Confucian literati always sneered at their warriors with simple minds and well-developed limbs, who only knew how to kill with brute force. Now Lu Bu has given them a slap, no, a lot of loud "slaps" slaps. Han Lie, who is also a martial artist, felt elated and felt that Bel had a face.

Han Lie spoke vigorously, but Yan Xin didn't try to pour cold water on him.In his opinion, even if Lu Bu could capture Yunzhong County, he might not be able to gather an army of tens of thousands. If only thousands of people dared to come to reinforce Yanmen Pass, it would not be much different from a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

The old general had already walked to the stone steps leading to the gate, looked up, turned off the lights, and the patrolling soldiers looked dignified and never relaxed.

His grandson, Zhang Liao, said that a young man surnamed Xi said before he left that as long as he could hold on to Yanmen Pass for a month, reinforcements would arrive to relieve Yanmen Pass.

There are still three days left, which is the limit of January, but, can the remaining soldiers stick to it for three days?
I'm afraid it will be difficult all day.

The old general raised his steps and pressed lightly on the steps paved with bluestone, step by step.

It has been more than [-] years since the founding of the Han Dynasty, and Yanmen Pass has been passed down for more than [-] years, and nothing has been lost. Zhang Zhong did not hesitate to die, but Yanmen Pass must not be lost!As the sun rose the next day, the Xianbei once again launched a fierce offensive against Yanmen Pass.

Thousands of Xianbei people and a large number of siege equipment were thrown into the battlefield. The old general sitting on the tower personally walked up to the top of the city with a knife in his hand. Let the Xianbei thieves climb the city wall.

The battle lasted from sunrise to the west in the afternoon, before it stopped.

The setting sun set on the hillside, filling the distant horizon with sunset glow.

Dusk has never been a time worthy of praise. After dusk, darkness erodes light, and the earth falls into a black eternal night.

The blood soaked the city wall, from the top to the corner of the city, as if this tall monster had been re-dressed in red.

From time to time, the two-foot-tall iron gate made strange 'creaking' noises, and occasionally some pieces of stone and wood fell sparsely from the top.

In front of Yanmen Pass, there was a pile of dead bodies, more than [-]. They were arranged in a haphazard manner, and the blood that flowed out filled the surrounding potholes.

Any description in any language seems pale at this moment, this is war.

The cruelty of war has never been understood by those high-ranking historians. They have never been there, and they will only pick up cinnabar after hearing about it, and leave a sentence lightly on the thick bamboo slips, In a certain month of a certain year, the Han army defeated Xianbei and captured tens of thousands.

They also don't think about what kind of tragedy it is that "a general dies in a hundred battles, but a strong man is hard to return".

After closing the door, the soldiers who had been fighting for a day were extremely exhausted. They sat on the ground limply and rested their backs against the city wall. Almost everyone had scars of different sizes on their bodies.

Woo Tungsten ~ Woo Tungsten ~
The dull and melodious horn sounded again, and the black crows eating downstairs spread their wings. Hundreds of black crows fluttered and flew like a black whirlwind that covered the sky.

The closed soldiers leaned on their weapons and barely supported themselves, and they were all too familiar with the low sound of the horn.For them, it was like a death invitation from hell, which had already taken away too many lives.

Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, but their eyes remained firm as before.

Everyone is afraid of death, but they can't retreat!

In the few miles behind Yanmen Pass, there are their parents, wives and children, and their homeland that has been cultivated and grown for many years. They will never allow this group of barbarians from outside the pass to wreak havoc.

The weapon in his hand couldn't help being a little tighter, and bones were visible at the knuckles.

Ladders, well rails, carts, battering hammers...

A series of siege machines slowly advanced from a distance.

Budugen Xianyi Wangjia stood at the forefront of the army, his eyes like a tiger couldn't hide his joy, and Yanmenguan, which he thought about day and night, would eventually become his bag.

The spirit horse under the crotch felt the strong fighting intent emanating from its master, and stepped on the ground with all its strength, panting heavily.

Budugen raised his whip in his hand, and swung it in the direction of Yanmen Pass.

"kill!!!"

The [-] Xianbei soldiers roared in unison and rushed towards Yanmen Pass like a tide.

The scattered arrows shot down from the top of the city could not stop them from advancing bravely.

The leading vanguard soldier held the shield in his right hand and the ladder with his left hand and rushed down the city, stepping on the messy corpses on the ground, occasionally stepping on bloody potholes, splashing bright red water lines.

The old general supported the wall and looked down condescendingly. There was not much change in his eyes. The defensive materials such as rolling stones and wood had been exhausted, and there were not many arrows left.

Even so, he will never give up and leave.

Soon, the Xianbei people rushed to the base of the city and began to build ladders, and the slow-moving Jing Lan gradually followed.

The Xianbei people climbed up the ladder, and the closed soldiers were also sharpening their knives. This was no longer an ordinary war, but it was already related to the rise and fall of the Han Dynasty.

Zhang Zhong picked up a big sword with a tiger's head, and took the lead in cutting a big Xianbei man who was the first to climb up the city wall into two pieces, let him fall down the city wall, and then encouraged him loudly: "Boys of Bingzhou, how dare you fight to the death with this old man!"

"Fight to the death!" "Fight to the death!" "Fight to the death!"

The unanimous roar of the soldiers came from the pass, they were like nameless weed seeds, even if they tried their best, they wanted to get out of the ground to prove the value of their existence.

Even though, it's just a flash in the pan.

bang~ bang~ bang~~
Hundreds of Xianbei soldiers approached the city gate with a huge battering hammer, using the inertial force of the impact to slam into the city gate, and the stone dust and wood chips above began to fall continuously.

One, two, three...

Repeatedly.

Even the guards who closed the gate have already felt the violent shaking of the city wall, but the war cannot allow them to be distracted. The only thing they have to do is this one thing, that is, endless killing, to prevent the Xianbei people from climbing up. city ​​head.

…………

Boom!

Hundreds of thousands of violent impacts by the battering hammer finally caused the huge closed door to collapse, and dozens of strong men who were behind the door were crushed by the fallen door.

When the gate of Yanmenguan collapsed, the morale of the Xianbei people surged again, and all shouting and shouting rushed towards the broken gate, like a rising tide in a river.

"Brother Xin, let's go, if we don't go, we will really die here!" A Kuimu youth who was hacking left and right shouted at Yan Xin.

Wei Xu was in a hurry. Although he hated these Xianbei people, he didn't have the idea of ​​fighting to the death. He was still young and had a bright future. Besides, the ancients didn't often say that if you stay in the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood.

Yan Xin heard the words, all the way to Zhang Zhong's side, Qingyi's face showed a look of confusion, "Shibo, it's not too late for a hero to take revenge, and when you make a comeback, you will surely kill the Xianbei people!" Keep."

The breastplate in front of Zhang Zhong's body was covered with blood, and the white beard that he often stroked with his hands was also stained with a few strands of bright red.

Lining the handle of the knife, the old general panted slightly for a change of breath, and then roared loudly: "Han Lie, Han Lie..."

The man who was guarding and fighting around the old man took advantage of the opportunity to chop down a fresh Xianbei man to the ground, ignoring the scalding blood that splashed on his face, and immediately withdrew, putting his burly body in front of the old man "General, what are your orders?"

At the time of life and death, the old man showed the decisiveness and calmness that a general should have, "I order you to lead the remaining guards, take Yan Xin, Zhang Liao and others, and evacuate in the direction of Shangdang County."

From the moment the city gate collapsed, the fall of Yanmen Pass was doomed.

"What about you, General?" Han Lie turned around and asked, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

The old man laughed as usual, and said to everyone: "You go first, the old man will come later."

Naturally, such a clumsy lie cannot be concealed from all the people present.

"Grandfather, if the grandson does not leave, the grandson is not afraid of death!"

Zhang Liao's immature voice made many people feel ashamed, especially Wei Xu, who just shouted to retreat, lowered his head in embarrassment at this moment.

The old man squatted down, stretched out his warm palm and touched the young man's head, his serious face showed kindness, "Liao'er, promise grandfather that when you grow up in the future, you must drive the Xianbei people out of the big man!" !"

The young man gritted his teeth stubbornly, tears streaming down his face.

"Why, you all want to disobey!"

Zhang Zhong saw that everyone was standing still, and a little angry Chao Hanlie ordered: "Han Lie, take them away!"

Han Lie's mouth was tightly shut, and it was the first time in his life that he failed to obey the old man's military order.In the past, as long as it was Zhang Zhong's order, no matter whether it was going up the mountain of swords or down into the sea of ​​fire, he would never frown.

But today, it's different.

Han Lie looked at the old man with pleading eyes, "General, let's go together, shall we?"

The old man didn't speak, but shook his head slightly.

This usually heroic man took off the iron helmet on his head, his eyes were red, and he sat down on the ground like a tired rascal, crying in his voice, "What is this? Run for your life and throw the coach here!"

"roll!"

The old man yelled angrily, looked at the young men with their heads hanging down, and scolded: "Do you have to piss me off before you give up!"

After finishing speaking, the old man lifted the long knife, pointed it at everyone, gritted his teeth and read every word: "The military order is like a mountain, anyone who dares to violate the order, beheaded!"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but they had no choice but to compromise. They all understood the old man's intentions.

Han Lie knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, and cried out, General, take care!

Watching the group of people turn around and walk down the tower, the last big stone in Zhang Zhong's heart fell to the ground, and he had no more worries.

"Yanmen Pass fell into the hands of aliens, Zhang Zhong, a sinner through the ages!"

Anyone who heard such a desolate tone felt extremely bitter. The old general drew out his sword from his waist and put it on his neck. He closed his eyes, and two hot, muddy tears flowed down his wrinkled face.

boom boom boom boom...

There was a dull thunder, and the sky was still covered with sunset glow, but not a single dark cloud.

"Reinforcements! The reinforcements have arrived!"

Someone yelled, and the excitement mixed in that voice was like a traveler who was about to die of thirst in the desert when he suddenly saw a clear spring.

The soldiers who could no longer hold on, wept with joy.

On the distant horizon, a cavalry army of thousands of people is advancing at an almost crazy speed.

Look, a big scarlet banner is hunting in the wind, the horses are galloping under it, and Erlang is wearing a knife and armor.

Listen, a line of hooves sound like thunder, from far to near, blasting dust all the way.

(End of this chapter)