The night was gloomy.

Blood-stained.

Smoke and fire over Ashima.

Hu Chuquan gnawed on a cow leg bone, juice and blood dripping down the beard on his chin, looking more like a beast than a man.

"Uh......"

Hu Chuquan burped, and then casually threw the half-gnawed beef leg bone with a large piece of flesh and blood to the guards beside him, and then said, "You guys arrange it yourself, and you can go in turn......

The guard happily agreed, just like a dog happily received the meat and bones thrown out by the owner, well, and indeed someone received the meat and bones.

The wolves were hierarchical, and the Huns were too. Even if this hierarchy penetrates deep into any nomadic tribe in the desert, until later generations, this kind of half-gnawed flesh and bones will still be regarded by these nomads as a reward, not an insult.

Hu Chuquan waved his hand and found a place to lie down at random. He did not rush to participate in the plunder, because he knew that if he could still control the entire army, whether it was the best goods or the whitest beauty, it would be left to him in the end, and he did not need to do such rough work himself.

He's supposed to do big things, like......

Central Plains.

World.

What a wonderful word it used to be, but now it seems to be getting farther and farther away from Huchuquan.

Anger and despair naturally need to be vented and passed on, just like the Xiongnu three or four hundred years ago, and like the other Hu people in later generations who longed for the great integration of the nation.

When the Southern Huns began to ravage in Sucheng, Zheng Tian, a member of the Zheng clan who once thought that he was in control of everything, once thought that his family could prosper again, and then climbed the tall building, was killed like a cow and sheep in such a rout of the Southern Huns, and he didn't even resist at all.

For all the people in Sucheng City, this night was a thick despair dripping down, and there was no light in sight. Especially for those big families who carved beams and painted buildings, the identity and wealth that they once prided themselves on attracted more bloodthirsty jackals this night.

As for how many innocent people died innocently in the turmoil during this night, no one knows, and even the historian will at most write down such a small paragraph on the bamboo slip......

In the autumn of the first year of Yanping, the Xiongnu made chaos in Guanzhong, and the city of Sucheng was damaged, with countless casualties.

Three hours later, strictly speaking, it was close to five hours. The frenzied Southern Hun soldiers, after tasting the smell of human blood, were not so easy to stop, until these guys really couldn't move their belongings, or cut off people's heads, or after venting their primitive animal desires on women, they gradually heard the sound of the horn of the horn of the summoned.

When the sky was about to dawn, Hu Chuquan completely restored the formation of the troops, and killed the last dozen or so Southern Huns who had greedily forgotten time under the battle flag, and then ordered to set off to the north.

Although there is no concept of victory and defeat in life, it is only after having the heart of winning and losing, there are losers and winners.

Hu Chuquan thinks that he shouldn't be a loser, he still has subordinates, he still has capital, and he can sit at the gambling table and fight again, so he needs to appease his chips, at least don't let these chips feel that following him is bitter and not sweet.

After all, when the looted goods and women from Sucheng were tied to horses, it was enough to gag the mouths of these guys, and naturally no one would jump out against him, saying that going south was a stupid move.

However, it is precisely because of this that when Hu Chuquan set off with his Southern Huns, although there was no problem with morale or anything, the speed of action was a lot slower, and Hu Chuquan had to whip a few soldiers who were left behind, and finally barely maintained the speed of movement to a normal level.

Now it is about a day's distance from the pursuers of General Fei Qian, who is conquering the west?

No, it should only be half a day, or less.

It would be nice if there was a small group of pursuing cavalry to conquer the west, Hu Chuquan pondered. After all, now that the Southern Huns have goods in their hands and robbed a lot of women, in order to keep these things, they will really work hard, if the small group of cavalry chasing the west is too close, Hu Chuquan doesn't mind turning around and being ruthless......

It's a pity that Zheng Xi Feiqian is still stable, even if he knows that he is heading north, he doesn't show the slightest anxious appearance, those endless scouts are like a bloody hound, staring firmly, and he can't find any flaws in General Zhengxi.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you get to the carving yin, it's fine.

Eagle Yin.

Even if the people of the Southern Xiongnu will no longer defend the city, there should be no problem in blocking it for two or three days on that terrain......

Two or three more days will be enough.

It is enough to call the kitchen spring and North Pingyang to toss a world upside down, and then escape before the general of Zhengxi Fei Qian arrives! If the general of Zhengxi, Fei Qian, can't control his anger, and doesn't consider the physical strength of the soldiers and horses all the way, and chases after the soldiers, it will be even better!

Hu Chuquan planned, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

It's a pity that the smile is only maintained in front of the carving.

"Right Virtuous King!" Several soldiers in front of them rushed to the front in a panic, with a look of disbelief written on their faces, "Right Virtuous King!" Carving Yin, Carving Yin ......"

"What's wrong with Diaoyin?!" Hu Chuquan's heart rose violently.

The Southern Hun soldiers on the road ahead said with difficulty: "King Youxian, over there in Diaoyin, it's not our people, it's ...... It's the ...... of General Zhengxi"

"What?!" Hu Chuquan pulled past the Southern Hun soldiers who reported the news, sprayed him all over his face with spittle, and roared in shock and anger, "Why are you only coming to report now?!" What are you all eating?! ”

In fact, it is no wonder that the Southern Huns soldiers in front, on the one hand, the Southern Huns, including Hu Chuquan, think that this road is the way they enter the pass, and the general of Zhengxi Fei Qian is behind him, so there is no danger ahead, on the other hand, last night's indulgence in Sucheng not only alleviated the complaints that were about to erupt and improved some of the morale, but also relaxed the originally tense nerves, plus Hu Chuquan just repeatedly urged the speed of moving forward, and the focus was on those backward soldiers, Naturally, there was a lot less attention to the front, and even the sentry did not send out.

It wasn't until the Southern Hun soldiers in front of them arrived under the carving shade and began to call the door, only to be shot to the ground by the soldiers of the West Expedition, that they realized that something was wrong and hurriedly came to report to the kitchen spring......

"Damn! Damn it! The muscles on Hu Chuquan's face kept beating, "This damn Zhengxi!" Why are there people here who are going to the west? Where did these people come from? ”

………………………………

Hongnong-gun.

The great river flows, day and night.

Yang Biao's army was stationed outside Shaanxi County, the camp was huge, occupying an area of several miles in a radius, and it was quite like a fight.

In the army, Yang Biao is naturally the commander-in-chief, and as the general of the former battalion commander, it is the new Han Emperor Liu Xie, or the Yang family's Biqiu Xing.

The Biqiu clan is also regarded as the surname of the ancients. The origin is from the Spring and Autumn Period to defend the country and the hills, so the descendants often use the name of Juyi as the clan, which has been passed down from generation to generation. Later, in the Qing Dynasty, because of the avoidance of Confucius, the "Qiu" was changed to "Qiu" and renamed Qiu, which can be regarded as completely cutting off the inheritance of the Biqiu family.

There is a military science in the Biqiu Xing family, but because the family is not prosperous, so there has been no better and higher development, this time the Han Emperor Liu Xie issued a merit-seeking order, after the news spread to various places, Biqiu Xing moved his mind, so he went to Luoyang, and met the Han Emperor.

Then he was named the speaker of the council, and he worshiped the position of Zuo Jingfu Lieutenant, which is considered an official under Jiuqing, and he can be regarded as officially stepping into the central political arena.

This time, it is said that there was chaos in Guanzhong, and the general of Zhengxi was defeated in Longyou, and when the news came, Luoyang was also shaken. Yang Biao expressed his sincere grief and indignation, and on the other hand, he stepped up the pace of closing Guanzhong, and naturally gathered a large number of troops, the first one was led by Yang Jun to set off first, and Yang Biao took the follow-up troops, a little behind for a few days, and arrived in Shaanxi County.

Zhengxi General Fei Qian died?

Under such terrifying news, Emperor Liu Xie of the Han Dynasty has been obviously depressed in the past few days, and even the ministers who have been working against Yang Biao with all kinds of high-sounding reasons all day long on weekdays seem to have died down and stopped a lot.

Although Yang Biao is the crown family of the world, and the Yuan family were originally the last two mainstays of the declining Han Empire, but since Dong Zhuo entered Beijing, these two pillars have made people perceive the decay under the exquisite carvings. Yuan's not to mention, Yang Biao was also driven like a lost dog in Chang'an, and then was driven back to Hongnong by Fei Qian, who was not well-known at the time, in Pingyang.

In addition, although the Yang family and the Yuan family have not completely torn their faces, everyone knows that the next step must be for the two families to fight for a victory, and the Yuan family is now strong and strong, naturally much better than the declining Hongnong, if the Yang family is attacked by the second son of the Yuan family in the north and south, it will definitely be over. Therefore, in the imperial court, the awe of Yang Biao was naturally not as if it was before Dong Zhuo entered Beijing, and even many people began to think about the follow-up path.

However, most people still prefer the Yuan family, but because the Yuan family is not unified, but Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu, each with their own subordinates, this has caused these people to be somewhat undecided.

And the ministers who are loyal to Liu Xie, especially the Shanxi scholars, are almost the same as Liu Xie's attitude, and they are not willing to choose the Shandong scholars, because the Shandong scholars have obviously gone too far this time, if they let it go, the Han Dynasty will be called the Shandong Han Dynasty in the future, and there will be nothing to do with the Shanxi scholars.

In the end, we still have to fight each other, how can we do it without some skills on this battlefield?

Therefore, if it weren't for the fact that Fei Qian's prestige was indeed inferior to Yang Biao, maybe someone would have begun to make a fuss about letting Fei Qian, the general of Zhengxi, pick up the banner and confront the Shandong Shi clan, and Yang Biao, who had no good performance on the battlefield, was basically not very optimistic.

But now, with the news of the fall of the general of Zhengxi, there is a lot of discussion in the court, and the Guanxi scholars can't help but be a little depressed......

Yang Biao also needs some changes, at least he needs to sweep away the reputation of the often defeated general in the battle array, and achieve some achievements in Guanzhong, no matter how big or small this record is, after all, there are some achievements, and then go back and clean up these guys who were against him before, and send all these people to remote places!

For example, Longyou, such as Xihe.

Then integrate Guanzhong, Sili, and Hedong, and ask for people, grain, wealth, and things, especially in the past two years, under the great drought and locusts in Yanzhou, Jizhou, after a little rectification, the prototype of Yang's great cause was presented.

This is the major event that Yang Biao will never forget in his heart, as for the others, they are all secondary.

Then he commanded the elite soldiers and strong generals, and pointed the sword to the east......

Yang Biao stood on the watchtower of the camp, holding a fox fur with a collar, quietly looking at the west, but thinking of the east in his heart. The fox's fluff was already slightly wet with the night dew, which showed that he had been standing in the watchtower for a long time.

Up and down the watchtower, there was silence, only Yang Biao's personal guard, wearing armor and guarding the side.

The group walked slowly with their partners, and the current middle-aged general, with a handsome face, three long beards fluttering in front of the two armors, quite the demeanor of some Confucian generals, it was Biqiu Xing.

Biqiu Xing settled the affairs of the camp, and heard that Yang Biao had not come down for a long time when he went up to the watchtower watchtower, and he didn't know what Yang Biao was for, so he came to greet him.

Yang Biao saw that Biqiu Xing was coming, so he beckoned above the watchtower, and Biqiu Xing understood, so he climbed up the watchtower along the wooden ladder plate and stood beside Yang Biao. The guards of the two people around them stood in one place, expanding outward, leaving a space for the two to communicate alone.

Yang Biao pointed to Shaanxi and Tianjin, and did not have too much politeness, and said straight to the point: "Tomorrow, Zisheng can lead the troops to cross the river, cross Shaanxi and Tianjin, and enter Pingyang!" A certain led the troops to Guanzhong, joined up with Ji Cai, and rectified Guanzhong, which was about to turn around in a few days. ”

"Yui! Yang Gong entered the Guanzhong this time, and he must be there, Xiaoxiao will give the head, the people will obey, and the chaos in Guanzhong will be determined in ...... future" Biqiu Xing's eyes flickered a few times, and said, "However, it is reported that the Wang clan of Hedong also gathered troops in Anyi......

Yang Biao smiled slightly, but there was a chill in his smile, and said: "Pingyang is rich, everyone knows it, gold, silver and jade silk are naturally moving. Wang Hedong is not a dull person, and when he sees Zisheng, he naturally knows something......"

Biqiu Xing gave up.

Who doesn't want the wealth of Binh Duong?

The landlord's family also has no surplus grain, this time basically the old bottom is turned out, how can you not add some?

Therefore, even if he was a little greedy, Yang Biao couldn't take care of it anymore, so he directly divided his troops and let Biqiu Xing pass through Shaanxi and Tianjin and enter Hedong, in order to catch a share of the wealth of Pingyang when Wang Yi and others carved up the wealth!

Although it is impossible to stop the behavior of Wang Yi and others, Wang Yi also needs to take care of the Yang family's face a little, and Yang Biao can use this money to ease the current tight financial situation a little.

As for Zhang Liao, the general of the Zhengxi General who was originally stationed in Shaanxi and Tianjin, he burned the camp a few days ago, and disappeared with his men and horses.

It's a pity, it's a fierce general! However, it's really stupid, if you come to take refuge, even if Yang Biao is resentful in his heart, he will still buy a horse bone with a thousand dollars, and the overall situation is also important.

The camp was quiet, and only the patrolling soldiers walked by knocking on the bangs. Although it was already late at night, Yang Biao and Biqiu Xing were very excited, discussing the next military plans and arrangements, and looking forward to a better future.

The water of the great river in the distance roared, and the wind swept over the river, whimpering like a knife, as if it was telling something, but no one could understand it......