After Shi Hu seized the throne, he took more than 10,000 brave and good warriors to form a guard, and in the fourth year of Emperor Xiankang (338 AD), Prince Xuanshuai of Zhao rode 20,000 to attack Shuo Fang Xianbei Hu Motou, broke it, and beheaded more than 40,000 levels. In the first year of the founding of Emperor Kang of Jin (343 AD), that is, four years ago, Prince Zhao announced that Xianbei Huti was broken, and 30,000 were beheaded.

Offending the Gaoli Guards is tantamount to offending Shi Xuan, the prince of Zhao.

Meng Kai turned over from the rain and got on his horse, and smiled at everyone: "They are all about to starve to death, are you still afraid of him Shi Xuan?" If he really dares to come, he can use his hand to avenge the country's hatred! ”

The relaxed tone made everyone gradually relax.

It's a day this year, and I can't get by today, so how can I care about the enemy coming to the door tomorrow?

The battlefield was quickly cleaned, and twenty-one horsemen ran away.

In fact, if it weren't for this heavy rain, no matter how many people could help them.

"What are they going to do?" Cui Jin pointed to the lamb-like man on the muddy floor.

Meng Kai shook his hand, "There is no food on the mountain, let them destroy themselves." ”

Cui Jin was soft-hearted, "Now there are jackals, tigers and leopards everywhere, they are weak, I am afraid that it will be difficult to survive......"

"Can you survive if you go up the mountain?" Meng Kai asked with a smile.

"There's a way to live." Cui Jin's gaze turned to Li Yue.

Meng Kai also looked over, "Third child, what do you think?" ”

"The flood is not a drought, it will fade in two months, the eldest brother wants to fight with Zhao Guang, and he must always have his own people in his hands." Li Yue changed his angle to persuade.

In fact, these young people survived these two months, ate a few full meals, and then their strength came.

There is power in numbers, and no matter what you want to do, it's always good to have more people.

Meng Kai laughed, "Then listen to the third child." ”

Cui Jin said loudly: "Those who wish will go up the mountain with me, and those who don't want will go by themselves." ”

Li Yue thought that these people would stay, after all, they had the grace to save their lives, but they didn't expect to disperse in a hurry, without even a word of thanks.

Angry, Meng Kai scolded: "Unfamiliar wolf cubs!" ”

In fact, if you think about it, these people would rather be eunuchs than resist, and you know that they have long lost their blood.

Under the double scourge of the Sima family and the Hu people, the bloody people would have died a long time ago.

Before the Yongjia Rebellion, there was the Rebellion of the Eight Kings, several princes of the Sima family killed and killed, the means were not much more merciful than the Hu people, I don't know how many people died, a Zhang Fang, whose notoriety has spread in the land of the Central Plains, can stop children crying at night.

In the end, there were seven teenagers, and five girls were willing to stay.

When I asked, I learned that their families had been killed by the Karma slaves and had nowhere to go......

The corpse and the seriously injured were thrown in the rain like that, and there was no time to clean it up, Cui Jin really couldn't look at it, turned his head back, and used his sword to give those seriously injured a good time.

Li Yue checked a few people just now, most of them were chest and abdomen penetrating injuries, and they lost too much blood, and now they don't even have anything to eat, let alone think about medicinal materials......

The wailing came to an abrupt end in the rain.

Perhaps this is a relief for them.

No one felt cruel, but praised Cui Jin for his benevolence and righteousness......

Heiyun Mountain belongs to Song Mountain, and Song Mountain belongs to a branch of the Funiu Mountain Range, lying horizontally from east to west, standing majestically in the Central Plains.

To the east is Luoyang, which has eight golden locks, to the north is the mighty Yellow River, and to the southeast is the traditional Central Plains.

In the second year of Jin Yongkang, the rebellion of the eight kings, Sima Lun, the king of Zhao, usurped power, and Sima Jian, the king of Qi, raised troops from Xuchang to fight for it, Sima Lun was afraid, and the night envoy put on a feather coat and went to Songshan, pretending to be the immortal Wang Qiao, saying that he had the mandate of heaven, but he still could not recover the military decline, and was defeated repeatedly, and was finally detained in Kim Yong City.

Black Cloud Mountain is not dark, there are no clouds, and it is not even too steep, but the road is very rugged and winds out of the green hills.

Coupled with the heavy rain, the roads are muddy, it is extremely difficult to walk, and some places are not passable at all.

Meng Kai had to order the minions to carry sixteen war horses up the mountain.

It made them complain.

However, in these years, war horses are more precious than people, and no matter how high the treatment is, it is deserved.

"Meng Xian's nephew, don't you come to harm?" Suddenly a hundred people came out of the mountain pass, surrounded by a black-faced fat man in the middle, dressed in a nondescript Confucian robe, wearing a Jinxian crown on his head, obviously dressed as a scholar, and wearing a pair of leather armor, showing his bumpy figure.

Don't think about it, this person is Zhao Guang Zhao Heizi.

Beside this person stood four strong men like black towers, with fierce eyes and knotted muscles all over their bodies, and at first glance they were good at killing people and setting fires.

Zhao Guangneng became the master of a village, managing thousands of people, he must have his own uniqueness, otherwise he would have been replaced by others.

As soon as he appeared, he quietly separated himself from the minions who were originally beside Meng Kai, for fear of being misunderstood.

"Haha, thanks to the owner of the village, the little nephew opened the banner victoriously and killed twenty slaves." Meng Kai ushered in.

"The virtuous nephew is really brave." Zhao Heiniu was extremely warm, a ball of harmony, and there was no trace of estrangement.

The two held hands and walked into the cottage, and the surrounding minions relaxed.

"The owner of the village is wise!" The sound of sycophants rolls in.

Li Yue had a feeling that Zhao Guang and Meng Kai were deliberately doing it for others to see, although the two were holding hands, the other hand was not far from their weapons, as if they would draw their swords at any time.

"Don't worry, Zhao Guang doesn't dare to do it." Cui Jin whispered behind him.

"Why is that?" Li Yue didn't understand, one mountain can't tolerate two tigers.

"Zhao Guang dares to make a move, and the hearts of the people in this village will be scattered." Cui Jin didn't want to say more.

Li Yue searched for the memories in his mind, and gradually realized in his heart that like most cottages, the origins of the displaced people on Heiyun Mountain are complex, there are the descendants of the rout of the Jin Dynasty, there are begging troops who disobey Zhao, and there are strongmen from all over the world, Zhao Guang is only the nominal owner of the village, and he is not strong in binding on the people in the cottage.

In particular, the begging army, from Bingzhou to Hebei, Henan and other places, with Zhao Zhao for decades, the combat effectiveness is extremely strong, begging Wang Ping defeated Shi Hu in Liangcheng, Chen Wu and Shi Le fought in Pengguan, and also helped Gou Xi to break Jisang and Shile.

But because he did not have a strong leader within him, and he was not organized, he was only begging for work, with a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, so he was gradually defeated by Shile.

Some of them were incorporated by the Zhao, so there were quite a few beggar generals in the Zhao army.

Some of them went south and settled in Chenliu, which also became the base camp of the beggar army south of the river.

"Rest early." Cui Jin's tired face could no longer be hidden.

Li Yue nodded, followed the memory of the original owner, and returned to his residence.

A small thatched hut that smells of decay when soaked in rainwater.

In addition to a straw mat, there was also a table with a stack of bamboo slips on it.

Li Yue suddenly became interested, it is not ordinary people who can study and practice martial arts these years.

But I don't have many memories of my life in my head.

Flip open the bamboo slips casually, there are a few cursive scripts engraved crookedly on it, or the kind of crazy and grassy, and after reading for a long time, even guessing, I recognized that it was the four characters of the Yellow Emperor's internal scriptures.

Out of interest, the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, Li Yue is involved.

There are many skills and no pressure, there will be a bloody disaster at any time in these years, and it is always good to learn some medical skills.

Historically, the Han, Wei and Jin dynasties were a period of great outbreak of traditional Chinese medicine, with Hua Tuo, the holy hand of surgery, Zhang Zhongjing, the saint of medicine, and Huangfu Mi, the originator of acupuncture, etc., and various theories of Chinese medicine were also formed during this period.

I flipped through the bamboo slips, the cursive script was really dazzling, there was no punctuation, and it felt no different from reading the book of heaven, so I threw it aside and fell asleep.