Yang Chuan didn't know that the day before he arrived at Shimen, the armies of Wei Qing and Li Xi had already quietly arrived at Gaoque Fortress along the north bank of the Yellow River, under the cover of the Great Wall of Qin.

The two armies outflanked in a roundabout way, unknowingly, cutting off the retreat of the Xiongnu Aries King and the Lou Fu King who were entrenched in Henan, and the contact with other Xiongnu tribes.

Then, in a big way, they went south and defeated it in one fell swoop.

In this battle, more than 3,000 Hun cavalry were killed, and more than one million cattle, sheep and horses were captured.

The king of Aries and the king of Lou Fu fled with the remnants and disappeared......

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According to Sima Qian's statement, there is a song of armor soldiers stationed at Shimen Pass, that is, 500 people, plus the Shimen barrier is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which is enough to resist 10,000 Hun cavalry.

However, when Yang Chuan arrived, he found that five hundred armor soldiers sounded like a lot, but in fact, it was not like that at all.

In the ancient road of Shimen, there is a pass, two road stops, five barrier cities and more than a dozen beacons, these five hundred armor soldiers are scattered, it is simply a handful of pepper noodles, and the fart is useless, right?

The army of the Western Han Dynasty inherited the Great Qin system, from top to bottom, generally for army, department, qu, tun, team, shi, and army.

Wu is five people, two Wu is a tithe, one tithe is ten people, five tithes are a team, a team of fifty people, and then two teams are one tun, one hundred people, five tuns are a song, and a song is five hundred people; The above song is the captain, the five songs are one, one is 2,500 people, the chief is the captain, the five parts are one army, and the first army is 12,500 people......

The person in charge of registering the soldiers was a veteran with a dark face and gray temples, with half a mouth of big yellow teeth, and his faint old eyes were almost covered with eye feces.

This made Yang Chuan, who had some obsessive-compulsive disorder, very uncomfortable, and always wanted to give a reminder.

However, he never dared to speak.

There are two kinds of soldiers in the Han Empire, one is the children of white families, theoretically between the ages of twenty-three and fifty-six, and it is enough to be a soldier for three years, unless someone is bent on winning military merits, he can naturally stay for a few more years.

On the other hand, there is an "innocent person" like Yang Chuan, once he is requisitioned and sent to the border, it is almost impossible to go back.

Unless you cut off one or two heads of the Hun cavalry, you can offset your "sins" with military exploits.

The fact that this veteran soldier in front of him can survive on Biansai and survive for so long and not die is very telling: this person is very difficult to entangle, and it is best not to provoke easily.

Sure enough, when Yang Chuan handed over his inspection pass and the related "bamboo slips", the veteran drooped his eyelids: "Thirteen years old? A stateless savage? Have you ever stolen or murdered? ”

Yang Chuan shook his head: "None." ”

"I joined the army at the age of thirteen and was in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Yang Chuan shook his head again.

"Extremely good at cooking military rations?"

Yang Chuan was finally able to nod his head and arched his hand: "The kid likes to cook, he can be a man." ”

"Dog, if you like to cook, you're very good at cooking military rations?" The old soldier was furious, opened two cloudy old eyes, and scolded: "Ye Ye likes Widow Li, who sells soup cakes in Lucheng, so she is very good at riding and shooting? ”

Yang Chuan scratched the back of his head, how could he think that this old soldier's words were actually quite reasonable, so he had to arch his hand and said: "Uncle is tall and powerful, with a dignified appearance, he is naturally very good at riding and shooting." ”

"Phew!"

The veteran spat on the ground, scolded and said: "What kind of bullshit is this world, they have all started to send children to the battlefield, in Chang'an City, the nest surnamed Liu must not die well!" ”

Yang Chuan's heart suddenly burst out, and he hurriedly smiled: "Uncle, the kid came by himself." ”

This veteran soldier is simply amazing.

In the military camp of the Han Empire, openly spitting and cursing those surnamed Liu in Chang'an City, isn't this looking for death?

I can't pick up what I said......

Unexpectedly, the old soldier didn't care at all, he was completely a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and he cursed all over the world surnamed Liu, up to Liu Xuan, the unproductive father of Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, down to the vassal kings surnamed Liu in various places, and then to the current emperor Liu Che, anyway, it was a random scolding.

In the end, he really couldn't remember who to scold, so he began to scold his ancestors: "More than a hundred years ago, those fools of our old Xiang family were too uncompetitive, especially my yes...... It's all stupid anyway!

A good world, just gave it to the surname Liu for nothing? Ahh ”

It turns out that he is a descendant of the Xiang family? No wonder it's so strong.

Yang Chuan was respectful, and he was about to speak, but unexpectedly, several veterans who were repairing bows and crossbow weapons on the side interjected and ridiculed: "Tsk, Lao Xiang is pretending to be a big-tailed wolf in front of the new soldiers again?" ”

"Old Xiang, Xiang Yu is from Chu, what are you doing with a barbarian from Zhao Kingdom?"

"The collar on my son's neck, is it considered the ancestor of your old Xiang family?"

"Hahaha......"

Lao Xiang blushed, and scolded with a smile: "Zhang Laosi and Jin Laosan of Dog Riha, are you donkeys itching?" ”

The veterans smiled, no longer paid attention to Lao Xiang, and turned their heads to look at Yang Chuan, who had clear eyebrows and thin bodies, all with a wry smile on their faces, and one of them sighed: "Cheap people are not people, look, even twelve or thirteen-year-old children have been requisitioned and sent to work hard." ”

Another shook his head and said, "It's better than hiding in the middle of nowhere." ”

Everyone nodded, as if they had experienced an unbearable past.

Yang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, bowed down and said, "A few uncles, the kid is weak and weak, and he will rely on you to take care of him in the future." ”

The veterans returned the salute, saying, 'Just take care of each other,' and went off with their heads bowed.

"Boy, go get a set of armor and blades," Lao Xiang handed over a piece of bamboo slip, which was considered to be the completion of the registration, "You go to the ugly brand Fengsui on the side of Daqingshan, be careful when you sleep at night, don't let the wolf gnaw off half of your head in the middle of the night." ”

These veterans are good, and they don't expect Yang Chuan, who is like a thin monkey, to go into battle to kill the enemy, so they settle him on the beacon, and he is only responsible for cooking on the fire and watching the enemy's situation, which can be regarded as a kind of care.

After Yang Chuan bowed to several veterans, he pinched half of the bamboo piece and went out.

The next few procedures are very smooth, and there are no expected difficulties, dislike and exclusion, what should be received is what to receive, anyway, everyone recognizes 'bamboo chips' and does not recognize people.

The only trouble is that his figure is so thin that even the smallest armor can wrap his whole body, and it seems that he can only transform it himself.

More than two hours later, Yang Chuan came to the ugly Fengsui 'inauguration' with a roll of tattered gadgets on his back.

This beacon is located on a mountain peak three or four miles outside the Great Wall, with cliffs on three sides, a wide field of vision, and only a rugged mountain road communicates with the Great Wall wall, and it is quite difficult to climb up.

Fengsui is not a lonely 'watchtower', there are also 'piers' and a circle of walls, a bit like a small villa, there are two dilapidated stone and wood houses in a corner of the courtyard, but it is a place for the beacons to make a fire and cook every day.

Stepping into the gate of the small courtyard, Yang Chuan came to the hut, and just happened to meet three colleagues squatting on the ground to eat, so he hurriedly bowed his hand and said: "Uncles, I have a salute, boy Yang Chuan, the new Fengzi." ”

"New here...... Why are you so young? A middle-aged man asked with a frown.

"The kid is the cook." Yang Chuan said with a smile.

"Cook? Who doesn't know how to cook? Still need a cook? Another man sneered, "That's it, seeing that you don't have ironclad weapons, naturally you are not a good family, go up first and put down your things, and come down to drink a bowl of hot soup to warm up your body." ”

These people are very ugly, but they are not bad.

Yang Chuan bowed down, returned to the beacon, got into a very narrow doorway, and climbed up the wooden ladder, and saw a place that was dirtier and worse than a pig's nest.

Except for the weapons hanging on the wall, which were quite neat, the ground was a mess, full of torn sheepskins, dog skin mattresses, jars and jars, and some daily necessities......

How do you stay in this place?