In later generations, Li Yanzhao once saw the land under his feet from a satellite map. This is a land of dragons. It gave birth to Chinese civilization and became the capital of thirteen dynasties. It is a battleground for soldiers. It is precisely because of this that for thousands of years from antiquity to later generations, the sufferings, wars and wars suffered by the people of this land are unknown.

Looking at the western capital, he hesitated, sad that the Qin and Han dynasties were in the office, and the palace was made of soil; Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer!

This article, which was selected into the language textbooks of later generations, is a yuan song. This one vividly describes the turbulence of this land for thousands of years. However, behind the prosperity and decline, it is always the ordinary and humble people who suffer.

The western capital of Chang'an, this name originated from Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, and took the meaning of "long-term stability". However, she never really made peace.

The Guanzhong Plain, formed by the alluvial Weihe River Basin, is a vast and rich land. The east can be based on Tongguan to reject the Central Plains, the south has the Qinling Mountains, the west has Baoji Gorge to attack and retreat, and the north boundary Xiaoguan can resist the west of the river. It is a spindle-shaped alluvial plain surrounded by mountains.

According to this place, retreat can protect oneself, and advance can chase the Central Plains to achieve hegemony. Therefore, for thousands of years, there have been many military disasters. The era in which Li Yanzhao is now living is the most chaotic period in history. Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms, more than 100 years of endless wars, a hundred miles of Qinchuan will change hands several times, and the people will suffer many great disasters!

Li Yanzhao quietly retracted his thoughts. The route of progress has already been planned, that is, all the way along Chencang, Luoyang County, Tianshui County, to Longxi County, and then turn to the northwest, past Jincheng County, and then go not far to the boundary of Liangzhou.

Although Li Yanzhao knows that the plan can't catch up with the changes, he can only take one step at a time.

The Cao brothers brought their families to join the team, and Li Yanzhao arranged for several elderly women and children to sit on ox carts, saving them the hardship of walking on foot. The Cao brothers' admiration is self-evident. The two of them grew up here since childhood, and they are familiar with the nearby road terrain and other factors. Among the two brothers, one led the way with the young man, and the other followed the group, and when the team rested, the two brothers exchanged words. It's a good arrangement.

Because he was afraid of attracting officers and soldiers, Liu Zhongkang and Li Yanzhao discussed and decided to make as few fires as possible during the march, and had to rely on dry food as the main diet. Eating wild vegetables and bran noodles every day, Li Yanzhao felt that he had lost a lot of fat. However, his only concern was that the poor conditions and the poor diet would inevitably make the frail people sick. If you fall ill on the way to escape, it will inevitably be a situation of bad luck and little luck. Li Yanzhao is still a little self-aware. The little ambulance in Xingwu Middle School in his previous life could only treat one external injury, and without those Western and Chinese patent medicines in later life, he would be helpless even for the simplest typhoid cold.

Li Yanzhao heard Liu Zhongkang say that there were two families in the team who had rough medical skills. However, the way out was too hurried, and he didn't even care about preparing medicinal herbs and the like. Li Yanzhao said that if you encounter a town, you can buy some to prevent someone on the road from harming you. Liu Zhongkang even claimed that it was.

After walking for another four or five days, he entered the realm of Chencang. This is the Chen Cang of Han Gaozu Liu Bang's "Ming Xiu Plank Road, Dark Chen Cang". This place faces the Qinling Mountains in the south, and the Weishui River flows through it in the north. It is an important place in Guanzhong to enter Sichuan and Shu. To the southwest, it is only a dozen miles away from Sanguan. The ancient soldiers said that the north must not be dispersed, and there is no way to plan Hanzhong and Bashu; The south must not be dispersed, and there is no way to close the pass. Therefore, for thousands of years, there have been many military disasters here. The peaceful years are not only few, but also precious.

What is unfolding in front of Li Yanzhao at this moment is a scene of thousands of miles of red land.

The fertile land beside the road was uncultivated, and it was supposed to be the autumn planting season, but the weeds in the fields were knee-deep. Occasionally, a few corpses were overwhelmed by a weed and lying in the field, which was shocking to see.

When everyone saw this situation, they couldn't bear to see it. Liu Zhongkang sighed: "The mountains and rivers are broken, and the people of Li are harmed. It's sad. Da Lang Erlang, you two take a few young men to bury them, the dead are the greatest, and they still have to be buried in the earth after all. ”

The two sang a promise in unison, and then went to the team to find a few young men, and then went to the ox cart to get a few shovels and picks, and went to the field to dig a pit. Li Yanzhao said to Liu Zhongkang: "Uncle, at this time, the sun is getting west, I might as well find a place to rest nearby, and I have the right to rest for the time being, and when they bury the corpses in the field, I will make a plan later." ”

Liu Zhongkang even praised the good, Li Yanzhao said, there are fields here, there are naturally villages nearby, I will walk forward slowly, find the village and go into the rest of it.

Sure enough, after walking along Weishui for less than three miles, the outline of a village appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Li Yanzhao and Liu Zhongkang entered together, but they wanted to find the local officials, talk about it, and learn about the road conditions by the way.

When the two of them walked in, the village was unusually quiet. Even the sound of chickens and dogs barking is not heard. Li Yanzhao was suspicious, so he walked to the door of a house at the entrance of the village and buckled the door.

No one answered. After a few snorts, it was still as quiet as ever. Li Yanzhao pushed, but the door opened. He walked in and saw a mess in the yard. The water tank in front of the hall was knocked to the ground, and the courtyard was littered with corn. Li Yanzhao said that his heart was not good, and he hurriedly stepped forward and pushed open the door of the hall.

What unfolded in front of him was a horrifying sight: the head of an old woman with gray hair was in a different place, and her body fell on the ground in front of the altar in front of the altar of the incense of the earth, but the head was separated from the body and fell a few steps away. His eyes were still wide open, and his hands were stretched straight forward, as if he were grabbing something. An old man sat sideways by the wall, his upper body tilted to the side, his front placket covered in blood. He also holds a kitchen knife firmly in his hand. A young woman died naked on the incense table in front of the statue, her abdomen had been cut open, and her intestines were flowing to the ground. The woman's expression was anguish, and it was clear that she had suffered inhuman humiliation during her lifetime.

Li Yanzhao couldn't bear to turn his head, shocked and inexplicable. Although he had heard a lot about this tragedy in the history he knew, when he saw it with his own eyes, he felt that it was still beyond the limits of his psychological tolerance.

However, a moment later, Liu Zhongkang also entered the hall. Looking at the horror inside the room, he let out a long sigh. Then he stepped forward and closed the eyelids of the three of them, which were all dead. The bodies of the three were very stiff, apparently dead for a long time.

Liu Zhongkang was about to turn around to check on the other courtyards, when suddenly a loud baby cry came from the back room of this house.

Li Yanzhao looked at Liu Zhongkang, and both of them were shocked and inexplicable. Liu Zhongkang took three steps and two steps, following the direction from which the cry came. The cry came one after another, and in this somewhat eerie hall at this moment, the power of life was loudly revealed.

Li Yanzhao came back to his senses and followed Liu Zhongkang quickly. Inside, in the kitchen, the cry came from the stove.

It was an earthen stove, and Liu Zhongkang carefully stepped forward to see that there were some rags and other things stuffed into the stove. Liu Zhongkang took off the rags, and his cry became louder and louder. He carefully swept away some of the ashes from the stove, then reached in and carefully pulled a baby out of the stove.

Li Yanzhao looked at the baby, a small ball, wrapped in red swaddling clothes, still struggling and crying. Liu Zhongkang skillfully held him with one hand and patted him gently with the other. While patting him, he coaxed him and said: "The baby doesn't cry, don't cry, if you cry again, Hu'er will come to catch you when she hears it." ”

The boy suddenly sobbed, and miraculously stopped. Liu Zhongkang looked at the child lovingly, and said to Li Yanzhao that he was most likely hungry. Li Yanzhao looked up, the rice jar in the kitchen had been swept away, where was there still food?

Liu Zhongkang and Li Yanzhao walked out of the small courtyard together. He turned to him and said, "Let's go and see the other houses." After that, he hugged the child and walked by himself. However, every house that went after that was either empty or the same miserable image as before. Liu Zhongkang also sighed to himself, and said to Li Yanzhao: "Son, why don't I call some young people to collect and bury the corpses of the people in the village, and rest here tonight." ”

Li Yanzhao nodded and said that he had no objections. When he was done, he also moved with those young men to carry the corpses of the villagers from each house out of the house. There are already some young people digging pits behind the village. Their bodies were laid aside, awaiting burial.

Li Yanzhao in his previous life had also seen the body, but when those people in his memory passed away, his face was either peaceful or regretful. And the dozens of corpses in front of him at this moment had endless anger, pain, or fear on their faces, and those expressions made Li Yanzhao extremely depressed. He really wanted to yell a few words loudly, scolding God for this scene of Shura hell in the world. These people, honestly, live their lives plainly, just want to have enough food, clothing, and support their families, or they and their families can save some money and live their own happy and peaceful lives, but now they are all in this troubled world, turned into a cold corpse.

Watching the young men carefully stack the corpses of those villagers in the pit, Li Yanzhao's eyes turned red. Fate has thrown him into this era, where should he go himself? In the troubled times, he witnessed that the eight hundred miles of Qinchuan had become a Shura hell. Without the protection of strong force, he may be like these people, who are enslaved and slaughtered by those Hu people. If it is in a peaceful and prosperous world, it may be possible to rule the world. However, in the current troubled times, only by force can calm down the military disasters and calm the Quartet.

The young men finished stacking the remains of the villagers and slowly filled in the soil. Everyone's face is unbearable. Soon, a large tomb was completed, and everyone looked at it with fascination, but they were all speechless. A few people were crying with palpitations. If Liu Zhongkang hadn't led them to flee their hometown at that time, perhaps the fate of many people at this time would have been the same as that of the villagers in the tomb in front of them.

Li Yanzhao bowed to the tomb with a heavy heart, and then slowly left with heavy steps. This era has imposed more misery on people, and a nation is on the verge of extinction. Who will draw a break from this sad song?