At the same time that Yuan Shao, a careerist who was in trouble in the world, hung the captain of Sili at the Upper East Gate and left Luoyang to flee to Jizhou......

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Taihang Mountain stretches for thousands of miles, hundreds of mountains are interconnected, thousands of peaks are towering, and thousands of ravines are deep. Many rivers in Shanxi cut through the Taihang Mountain, forming several canyons that cross the Taihang Mountain. The interior of these canyons is relatively gentle and has sufficient water to replenish it. Therefore, it is the main traffic artery that crosses the Taihang Mountain.

The head of Taihang Mountain begins in Hanoi, from Hanoi to Youzhou in the north, where Bailing is located, and it connects the boundary of 12 states. There are eight mountains: the first is called Yiguan Cheng, which now belongs to Jiyuan County, Henan Prefecture, and is eleven miles west of the county; the second Taihang and the third Bai, these two are now in Hanoi; the fourth Fukou 陉, to Yexi; Fifth Well; the sixth flying fox, a wangduguan; The seventh Puyin is in Zhongshan; The capital of the Eighth Army is in Youzhou.

Jingcheng Road is located in the junction of Hebei and Jin, is a passage in the Taihang Mountains formed by the erosion of flowing water and flowing water, Jingcheng Road starts from Jizhou in the east of Zhending, this place is near Shijiazhuang in later generations, west to Jinyang, the capital of Shanxi Province in Jinyang. Therefore, Jingcheng Road is one of the most important passages connecting the two states of Hebei and Hebei, and it is a place where soldiers of all dynasties must fight.

The Jingcheng Road of Jingcheng Mountain, Changshan County

Towering mountains shade the sky and the sun is steep, and the lush trees are embedded in the gaps in the gray stones, and from a distance it looks like patches of emerald lichen dotted on strange rocks.

On a winding mountain road, a convoy of ten ox carts is traveling along a narrow mountain road. The mountain road in the steep mountain range is so narrow that only one ox cart can pass through, so the whole convoy of ox carts is lined up in a column on the mountain road. In total, there were more than thirty people in the convoy, most of whom carried sharp short swords with them, while the rest were mostly armed with pointed sticks.

In the middle of the convoy was a man with short hair like a monk's and very fair skin, who looked not like a farmer of this era, but like a child of a family. A farmer who is exposed to the wind and sun all day long does not have such characteristics, and if you look closely at his face, you can still have a little childishness, and it is estimated that he should be less than twenty years old.

The young man's face is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and in the center of the face is a very firm nose bridge. Next to the bridge of his strong nose, there was a heroic spirit in his blazing eyes. I saw that the young man had tied a blue cloth to his not long hair, and the blue cloth covered his short hair, making his short hair not so distinctive. He was dressed in brown leather armor made of cowhide and a long iron sword with a cold light hanging from his waist, and he looked like the leader of the convoy, who was leading his subordinates to defect to Zhang Yang.

In front of Zhao Hong, there was also a strong man. The man carried a heavy skullknife on his back, with a strip of pink cloth hanging from the handle. The strong man looks like he is powerful, and he is Cao Peng.

Behind Zhao Hong, there is also a young man who has not taken off his childishness, but his skin is relatively dark and rough, and he should be a farmer's child. The young man also had a standard short sword hanging from his waist, and a wooden spear in his hand, and he was guarding behind Zhao Hong. This young man is Wang Ming.

Liu Song, who was born as a carpenter, was at the rear of the convoy at this time, and his task was to be responsible for the delay. Li Yong was at the front of the convoy, and he was sent by Zhao Hong to scout the road ahead.

For the people of Baoji, the grief of losing a loved one is enormous. But there is a good saying, "Time is the best medicine to heal all pains." ”

Along the way, the beautiful scenery of the majestic Taihang Mountain more or less makes people's minds become a little broad-minded. After the great torture of the first few days, these ten people from Baoji Village gradually looked away.

After so many days, although they have not fully recovered from their great grief, they are still in much better shape than they were at the beginning. After all, people cannot be resurrected after death, and for those who are alive, life goes on.

Finding revenge on the Xianbei people is still a very distant problem for the survivors of Baoji Village, and it is also a very extravagant idea. The refugees who were taken in were no better than the people in Baojizhai, and as survivors, they were also affected by this atmosphere of grief, and they did not fully recover from the empathy.

There was no one in the middle of the car to talk to each other, just a muffled head. Zhao Hong, who felt that the atmosphere was a little dull, looked down and saw a wide winding river flowing through the valley of Jingcheng Road, and he had an idea for a while.

"The road we are taking now," Zhao Hong, who was full of confidence, pointed to the towering mountains around him and waved his arm vigorously, "This is the road when Han Xin, the Marquis of Huaiyin, attacked Zhao State. ”

"The Marquis of Huaiyin is going east to the east to make contributions, and we are now going west, falling like a lost dog." Cao Peng, who had a bitter face, turned around and responded to Zhao Hong angrily.

"Can't you look at things like this, we are going west now, maybe it will be recorded in the history books in the future and it will be the first step to make a contribution!" Zhao Hong, who was full of the spirit of revolutionary optimism, smiled and refuted Cao Blacksmith's pessimistic view, which also reminded him of the "spark of a spark can start a prairie fire!" in his previous life. This famous saying.

"What are we going west for? It's not also to go to Jinyang to join the army. Maybe I'll become a general in the future, and I'll definitely make you a lieutenant when the time comes! Zhao Hong, who is still the chief of more than 30 displaced tribes, has begun to make official vows.

Although Cao Peng, who had dreamed of becoming a general, knew that it was a joke, he still looked a little frowning. Cao Peng thought for a moment and began to answer, but there was a little sour in his tone.

"Don't talk about the captain, it's enough for me to be a tooth general!"

Wang Ming, who was behind Zhao Hong, couldn't stay idle when he heard the conversation between Zhao Hong and Cao Peng, he hurriedly used the wooden spear as a walking stick for mountaineering, and then he walked quickly to Zhao Hong's side, only to see Wang Ming replace his originally sullen expression with a flattering smile, he patted his chest with his palm, and then looked at Zhao Hong with expectant eyes.

"Brother Hong, you have to make me a big official when the time comes!"

Liu Song, who had rabbit ears, also panted after him from the rear of the convoy. It's just that Liu Song, who was constantly panting, couldn't say a word, and after a long time, I saw that Liu Song kept touching his chest with his hands, as if he was straightening out his breath, and his eyes were a little sluggish. Then he stretched out his arm and spread his five fingers, as if he wanted to touch Zhao Hong with his hand, and this behavior suddenly frightened Zhao Hong back a few steps. Liu Song, who failed, suddenly erupted into a violent cough, and eventually he had to give up this effort. During the whole process, Zhao Hong barely heard a few soft voices coming out of his throat from the interval between his breathing: "~~~~~ Gou - rich --- noble--, don't --- --- forget---。 ”

Even the famous words of Chen She, who was pioneered by the peasant uprising at the end of the Qin Dynasty, were used, and this kind of unlucky words suddenly frightened Zhao Hong.

"A selfish, narrow-minded class of small peasants." Zhao Hong thought secretly in his heart, and then he pouted and glanced at this new version of "Chen She" with his eyes, Zhao Hong's eyes then scanned the surroundings, and Wang Ming, who had a flattering face, and Cao Peng, who was doing "general dreams" in broad daylight, both appeared in his sight.

"I'm just looking at Mei to quench your thirst, and your saliva will flow for so long!" Zhao Hong couldn't help sneering in his heart, "If you have the opportunity, you must all be transformed into new people with ideals, morality, culture, and discipline in Datong society."

By noon, the four elders of the Wandering Tribe, who had not yet known that they had become the target of the Four Newcomers to be cultivated, controlled the rest of the entire convoy and began to rest by the river in the Jingcheng Road. The rivers in this canyon are the water. Originating from the foothills of the Taihang Mountains, Mianmanshui flows from west to east, like most of China's rivers. The Mianmanshui passes through Shangai, and turns north to join the Hutuo River near Jingcheng due to the obstruction of the high mountain range.

Everyone sat beside the water in the Jingcheng Canyon, and then began to draw water to make food. Naturally, the iron pots used for cooking rice are unloaded on ox carts, and the displaced people who collect firewood set fire to the newly cut pine branches.

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Soon the meal was ready, Zhao Hong held a pottery bowl in his hand, sat on the bank of the river in the valley, and saw the bank of the river beach full of pebbles. Zhao Hong looked up and saw that on both sides of the road, the towering Taihang Mountain seemed to be a giant. Mountains and mountains. Many tenacious pines and cypresses thrive in the cracks of the rocks in the mountains, and they bring countless vitality to the otherwise lifeless stone mountains.

Looking to the west, a river with white spray first came into view, and this continuous water flowed down the well road from the valley to the west, passing by itself, and finally disappeared into the valley in the east, never to be seen again.

Zhao Hong looked down at the middle of the river again, and his gaze went straight to the bottom of the river through the clear water. In the colorful pebbles at the bottom of the river, many fish are chasing each other and swimming happily among themselves.

The silent mountains and rushing rivers have witnessed the rise and fall of history one after another, the mountains are the mountains of 400 years ago, and the water is the water of 400 years ago, but what about the people of 400 years ago?

Whether it is the successful Han Gaozu Liu Bang, the failed Xiang Yu, or the unjustly killed Huaiyin Marquis Han Xin, the grievances and grievances between them have disappeared as the tangible body turns into a piece of loess.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hong couldn't help but feel a little sad, no matter how heroic he was, no matter how beautiful he was to captivate the country and the city, in the end, he couldn't escape the natural law of birth, old age, sickness and death. Compared to hundreds of millions of years of nature, man is too small. Drinking the river water that he drank with the Marquis of Huaiyin, Zhao Hong couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, only to see him suddenly drink the river water in the bowl, and then hung down the empty pottery bowl with his left hand, and waved his right hand at the river, and then he turned around and looked at the four elders of the homeless tribe.

"Do you know-", Zhao Hong pointed to the mountains in the distance, and then gestured to the river in the valley.

"This river is the river in the last battle - Mianmanshui."

"Really? Then I have to drink two more sips of the water from this river. Cao Pengcong looked very excited, he suddenly threw himself on the river, and stretched his head and body to the surface of the river. I saw that the lower ends of the little fingers of his hands were only together, and the belly and index fingers of his hands were close to each other, forming a shape similar to a scoop. Then Cao Peng began to drink the river water violently. Cao Peng's demeanor seemed to say that as long as he drank more river water, he would be able to stick to the immortal qi of the Marquis of Huaiyin.

After a long time, Cao Peng, who drank river water and had a round belly, couldn't stand up. It was only at this time that Cao Peng tried to drink the water of the river, but he was finally forced to stop due to stomach bloating. This not only caused laughter from others, including Zhao Hong, but also added a lot of joyful atmosphere.

Cao Peng, who was full of drink, was lying on the ground, and he said angrily: "What a laugh!" The Marquis of Huaiyin is a martial artist in the sky. What Xiang Yu, what Chen Yu, what Long And, are all scum in front of the Marquis of Huaiyin! ”

At this time, it was only 400 years before the founding of the Western Han Dynasty, and except for a brief war in the last years of Wang Mang, the population migration was not severe. This makes most people also tell the story of the last battle from the older generation.

Cao Peng, who was out of breath, said intermittently,

"I, in the future, will become a --- general, and I will also learn from the Marquis of Huaiyin--- generals, and then --- fight to the death with the enemy!"