Volume 7 Getaway Chapter 5 Nameless (Five Tops)

On the nineteenth day of the first month, the Boling army went north to defend the fence for the country.

Because they have always been under the orders of the Great Sui, the Boling soldiers have still maintained the inherent yellow armor and red silk of the official army. From a distance, it looks like a yellow dragon stretching along the ground that has just thawed.

It's still early spring, but there are already farmers working in the fields. Faintly hearing the sound of horns and drums, they all habitually dropped their shovels, stone pickaxes and other household goods, ran to the ridges and hid. After a moment, when they realized that they were not in any danger, they looked up from under the mound in confusion and looked at them with a look of surprise. They saw red battle flags, and yellow armor. That's the Great Sui Official Army! In recent years, I have come and gone many times on the pipeline, but for the first time, everyone feels so cordial.

Someone let out a low exclamation of admiration. "I saw it, it's General Li, and General Li is riding a dark horse!"

"Next to him is General Zhou, and General Zhou has a scar on his face!" Whether it was real or not, the person next to him echoed it.

"Good man! God bless you! Next to him, an older farmer twisted the soil into incense and bowed to him. He was an exile who had only been allocated land last year, and he had nothing to pay tribute to those who had been kind to him, so he had to send his most sincere blessings to him. May the gods and Buddhas bless the good people with a safe and peaceful life.

The soldiers who marched in a long way could not hear the blessings of coming to the fields, nor could they see the pious actions of the people. They saw only the wilderness that was gradually becoming neat. It was issued to the displaced people as a borderless land when the Great Shogun implemented the Junda Decree last year or the year before that. After a summer or two of hard work, some of the barren fields have been turned back into cooked land. This year, as long as the ground is cut open and the seeds are sprinkled before the first rain falls, there will be a heavy harvest in the fall. According to the calculation of 15 acres of land for each adult man and 200 catties of grain per acre, within three years, a large number of new well-off homes will be born here.

The land belonging to the soldiers was at least fifty acres each, and it was closer to the river and more convenient for water diversion. Even if they can't return from the battlefield, their families can live their lives peacefully with these 50 acres of Yongye land. Of course, it would be better if he could come back alive, according to the martial arts order issued by the General's Mansion last year, those who have military merits will become rich in one fell swoop, and obtain land and money that they have never thought of in their lives.

Thinking so, the brothers' eyes grew eager. Although I still have the fear of the impending war, what occupies more place in my heart is the longing for how to come back and live a good life after the war. "If you win this battle, Zhuo County will have at least a few million acres of land!" Before leaving, the marching commanders who were good at agitation had already explained the benefits and disadvantages to everyone. In their narrative, the opposite consequence of the victory was, "Once lost, the Turks would fight all the way to the banks of the Yellow River." Everywhere you go, there's nothing left for you! ”

The younger brothers appreciated General Lee's words before his departure more than tangible gains and losses. "One step back is home!" He only said this sentence, but the more than 40,000 brothers who were ready to go instantly understood the meaning of this battle. This battle was not fought for anyone, it had nothing to do with Jiang, and it had nothing to do with Chang'an. Everyone is protecting their wives and children, as long as they are men, they can't live to see the enemy kill their wives and children.

The army had crossed Laishui, and another contingent of comparable size had rushed over from the west to join in. The team was also wearing yellow armor, but with a red and white banner. The two teams made their way north along the dilapidated pipeline, leaving the Inner Great Wall and Baihua Mountain far behind. The further north you go, the sparser the crowds become. Sometimes it takes an hour to walk for a while before you can barely find a village with only a few families on the edge of the official road. The land around all the villages is extremely flat and extremely fertile. If there were enough laborers in the village, the inhabitants would live very well. But in fact, each of these villages is poorer and poorer, and all the windows are almost dilapidated, and they can almost fall when the wind blows. The thatch on the roof had not been changed for years, and had either rotted and moldy, or had been blown away by the wind to a thin layer, revealing the dirty mud underneath.

Almost all the men in the village were killed. Or died at the hands of some bandit who didn't know where it came from, or died in a conflict between General Xue and General Luo. General Xue's descendants and General Luo have now shaken hands and made peace, but the dead can never come back.

This land needs to put in more effort to regain its vitality like Shanggu and Boling. But if the rulers are willing to do their best, it will be easier to make achievements in a land that has been almost burned to the ground by war. The newly-built villages of the Zhuoshui and Qiaoshan generations illustrate this well. Although Cui Qian, the Taishou of Zhuo County, had only resettled the displaced people from the east of the river to the sides of the stream last autumn, with the strong support of the government, the displaced people were able to live a stable life again by cutting down timber in the mountains and hunting wild animals in the forest.

Seeing two teams of officers and soldiers under different banners walking past their homes, the faces of the people in the new village showed very complicated expressions. One of the two teams drove them away, while the other protected them. The owners of both teams are surnamed Li, but the character Li held high in front of the team is completely different in the eyes of the people.

The weather in Zhuo County is much colder than that in Boling and Shanggu, so no grass sprouts have ventured out from under the ground. But between the distant mountains and the treetops, there is already a touch of new green. The air began to moisten and lighten the soldiers of both teams, and most of the time, they hurried away without saying a word. But occasionally he would whisper a few words about the enemy from afar, about the folk customs of the Cypriots from hearsay.

"I've heard that the Turks use their daughters to warm quilts for strangers who go to the tribe. Guests can do anything and not be held accountable afterwards! "But the males are definitely most interested in this kind of lace message. As a result, rumors spread the fastest.

"What if I have a baby?" A Guan Zhong spoke from a distance. The speakers belong under different banners and do not know each other, but their common interests bring them closer to each other.

"Stay. Anyway, as long as the Turks can herd horses, they are good boys. When I grow up, I can support the portal, who cares who the baby's father is! Under the red battle flag, someone replied with a laugh. The words were full of ridicule.

If it weren't for the Turks, they wouldn't have had to travel so far to fight. Therefore, do not hesitate to speculate on the actions of the enemy with the greatest malice.

"How can that be possible. Don't their men think the hats on their heads are too brightly colored? Under the white banner, some people thought that the rumors were really framed, and frowned and questioned.

"If you know etiquette, righteousness and shame, you are not a Turk!" The doubts were immediately drowned out by laughter, regardless of the banner. Nine out of ten of the people have never seen what the Turks look like in their lives, but deep down, they directly equate the words such as Ru Mao drinking blood and well-dressed beasts with the stuffed people.

"Can't say that!" A Boling officer, dressed in a team's formal uniform, retorted in a low voice, "That's just a custom. "He was a little older, and he had obviously had contact with the Shepherds of Seshang and had made a relatively good impression." It is difficult for women on the prairie to conceive, so having children is seen as a top priority. Tribes that don't have enough men will soon be swallowed up by other tribes. Compared to the survival of the whole tribe, the chastity of a woman is really insignificant! ”

"I'm not an animal, I have a mother and no father!" At this time, no one respects the speaker's official position anymore. Everyone spoke a variety of dialects and expressed their dissatisfaction to the fullest. "They are clearly animals, no, they are not even as good as animals. Animals also know not to bite people who feed themselves. Our Dasui had good food and drink and entertained them well back then....... ”

When it was mentioned that His Majesty the Emperor had entertained the people from outside the Central Plains with good food and drink, and did not allow the people to receive a penny of remuneration, the anger in the stomachs of the soldiers was even greater. Although everyone was unbearable back then, I hadn't heard of any store that had received a good meat from a Turkic evil customer. The people of the Central Plains pay attention to reciprocating the peach, and the villains ate all the owner's belongings, took away the host's gifts, but turned around and prepared to come to rob with open fire!

"That's the Emperor Taishang's confusion. Take a hot face to stick someone else's cold ass. We still lack food and clothing, but we go to others for no reason! The accusatory voice came from under the white flag. Tang King Li Yuan has already set up another Yang Yu as a puppet emperor, so Yang Guang, the son of the Great Sui Dynasty, can only be regarded as the emperor in his place.

In the eyes of the soldiers of the Boling Army, Yang Guang is still the son of the Great Sui. Although they didn't have much respect for this down-and-out emperor who was trapped in Jiangdu, compared to Li Yuan, who had taken the initiative to pay tribute to the Turks, the former's behavior was not much more stupid than the latter.

In view of the current situation of the two sides facing the enemy together, the officers and men of the Boling Army tried not to expose the shortcomings of their allies. Steer clear of ongoing topics and move on to other anecdotes. Anyway, there are countless new things about the enemy, and they are enough to pull from Taihang Mountain to the Great Wall.

"The Turks are wolves. Only respect those who are sharper than their own teeth, and when they encounter more ruthless than themselves, they will immediately wag their tails and beg for mercy! ”

The brethren from the friendly army immediately corrected the inappropriateness of the analogy, "That's a wild dog, and a wolf doesn't wag its tail!" ”

"Anyway, whether it's a wolf or a dog, we have to beat it back!" The corrected person emphasised loudly.

"Nonsense, why don't we come all the way? Do you still watch him burn and loot everywhere? Again, this is a common topic and goal. No matter what unknown hopes the higher authorities had for this operation, the hearts of the soldiers at the bottom were as simple as the unmelted snow on the top of a distant mountain.

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