The sky is vast and wild, and the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep.

Well, this is Liu Yuan's hallucination. This place is a grass pavilion on the outskirts of Yecheng, and it is not an endless grassland, but he did think about it a lot, and his thoughts have long returned to the vast sea of grass that he once galloped in his youth.

There's a rough wind there.

There was a white flock there.

There were galloping horses.

There are girls who used to like in the early years......

After decades of separation, the sideburns have turned white.

Life is impermanent, his wife has long since passed away, and his children have grown up.

And he irretrievably entered the twilight of his life after all.

"Can't see through, can't see through!" Liu Yuan smiled bitterly.

He didn't understand why he had to go back to the grassland to toss at this age.

When Hu Yanyu first arrived, he was actually not very enthusiastic. Later, the emperor's younger brother refused to let him go and ordered him to continue to participate in the military in the shogunate, and he agreed without any dissatisfaction.

But unexpectedly, within a few months, the ambition gradually grew, and finally it was out of control.

Hu Yanyou once said a passage to him, which was a paraphrase of Liu Xuan, the king of Youxian (Liu Yuantang's grandfather): "King Zuoxian (Liu Yuan) is heroic and superb, and Tiangou does not want to prosper the Xiongnu, and he will not give birth to this person." Now Sima's flesh and blood are killing each other, the four seas are boiling, and the cause of the Han evil is renewed, and it is time to call it back! ”

This sentence seemed to hit Liu Yuan's heart and made him in a trance for a long time.

These days, Liu Yuan tosses and turns, and when he can't sleep at night, he will chew this sentence carefully.

Emotionally, he couldn't agree more.

Intellectually, he felt that it was very meaningless.

The Xiongnu have long been scattered, and what is the great cause of calling Han evil!

The perennial education told him to give up, when he was old, half of his feet were in the coffin, why did he go to make trouble with those careerists?

Do they really obey you from the bottom of their hearts?

You've been away from home for so many years, and how many of your relatives and friends in the tribe are still alive?

Those people are vulgar in language, have no faith, and have no morality, are you all the way with them?

Staying with wild beasts can make people brutal, which is not in line with your code of conduct for most of your life.

Entangled back and forth like this, Liu Yuan repeatedly clashed in his heart, and he was extremely tormented.

Until Sima Ying made a decision for him, everything was relieved!

Before leaving, Liu Yuan took one last look at the scenery on the outskirts of Yecheng.

Noda was opened up, and the rivers and canals passed through each other. He is depressed, and the waves are full of sorrow.

Farewell, Yecheng.

The former Liu Yuanhai is probably dead forever......

After turning over and getting on the horse, he never looked back, surrounded by guests and servants, all the way west, fast horses, and only took more than ten days to arrive at Zuoguo City.

At the end of September, Liu Xuan, the king of Youxian, worshiped Liu Yuan as a big order.

Then he went to Lishi to gather the people and take it as the capital.

Although it has not yet been officially founded, the rise of the Xiongnu power has been unstoppable.

At the beginning of the grass, things were complicated and complicated, and Liu Yuan was tired enough. Occasionally, when he was free, he once wanted to hire a scholar from the Central Plains to help, but there were few people who responded.

The scholar can't do it, and he thinks about recruiting soldiers.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a bright spring in March, and the banks of the Qili River were verdant and murmuring. The brave young man rode alone, kicked the enemy formation, captured a master and returned.

There are so many talents in the Central Plains.

The brave young man who received my good bow, but he didn't know what he was busy with......

******

Shao Xun was busy scolding Zhang Fang.

This man-eating demon king spent half a month, traveled more than 100 miles, felled wood, and then made siege equipment. By the time it was almost finished, it was already late September.

Faced with the narrow and cramped terrain outside Luoyang City, the Western Army was so angry that it was full of smoke.

Set fires, demolish houses, and used all kinds of tricks, and finally cleared a field in the north of the city, barely able to accommodate 3,000 people.

The siege began, but it didn't go well.

You gave Mi Huang and Shao Xun half a month, and people won't do nothing.

At least, the roughness of the military spirit stabilized.

Wang Yan also used his incorruptible tongue to "borrow" 3,000 people from the scholars and merchants, and after forming a troops, he was strictly trained, so Luoyang had another mobile force.

This city seems to be becoming more and more impregnable.

"Zhang Fang, the pot is ready, just wait for you to wash it." Chen Yougen stood at the head of the city and shouted loudly.

After he finished shouting, the ten specially selected high-voiced sergeants repeated it in unison.

The sound spread far away, and the defenders at the head of the city burst into laughter.

After hearing this, Xijun's face was a little unnatural.

They eat human flesh, but that doesn't mean they think it's right in their hearts. After being openly ridiculed by the defenders, all of them were disgraced, and their morale was a little low.

"Shao Xun, what are you doing hiding in a turtle shell? Like a woman, she came out to fight against me. Zhang Fang's son, Zhang Zhen, rode a war horse of a divine horse and swept across the battlefield far away.

After Zhang Zheng galloped over, several of his personal soldiers stepped forward again and took turns to provoke.

Shao Xun laughed, drew his bow and arrows, and shot down two thieves one after another, so frightened that Zhang Zhen slapped his horse away, and the city was full of cheers.

In the western military camp, Zhang Fang stood on the high platform and watched from afar.

The siege has begun.

The drummer stripped off his shirt and went into battle shirtless, beating the war drum.

More than 2,000 soldiers pushed the ladder cart, stepped through the ditch that had been filled, and rushed straight to the towering Luoyang city wall.

As soon as they got closer, a rain of arrows rained down on the city.

Someone hid in the belly of the ladder truck nearby.

Someone held a large shield and protected it tightly.

But the arrows were so dense that the ranks of those who rushed forward kept falling, and the wails of dying and dying were so shocking.

When they were near the base of the city wall, there were falling stones, soup, boiling oil, and gold juice falling from the city.

No matter how brave you are, no matter how many layers of armor you wear, you can't help but roll and cry out in pain when you are poured with hot gold juice.

Such an injury is no different from death, and even more painful.

Zhang was expressionless.

There is no immortal in the war, his heart has long been hardened, and no matter how much he dies, he will not be moved in the slightest. All he cares about is whether the siege is effective.

Now it seems that it is not too smooth.

"It's up to the top of the city." A pro-soldier exclaimed.

Zhang Fang perked up and watched intently.

The first group of people who climbed to the top of the city were not many, about 20 people.

They are all rare warriors in the army, wearing heavy armor, amazing strength, and even more brave and good at fighting, when ordinary people stand in front of them, the atmosphere does not dare to breathe.

"Perhaps, they may ......" Zhang Fang's heart ignited a glimmer of hope.

But this hope soon turned into disappointment, because a dense number of crossbow bolts suddenly flew out of the city, and the warriors who had just reached the top of the city could not gain a firm foothold, and were directly shot to the ground.

A cry rang out from the city. Some soldiers ignored the arrows and rushed straight to grab the corpses.

Obviously, this is the master's family of the private army who died in battle, and the guests are like mourning, and they desperately want to retrieve the body, otherwise they can't explain.

"Alas!" A series of sighs rang out all around.

Zhang Fang didn't want to look any further, so he got off the high platform directly.

The soldiers looked at each other and followed.

"How many days can the grain and grass in the camp last?" Zhang Fang grabbed the grain officer and asked.

The grain officer was a little scared, swallowed dryly, and reluctantly said, "You can still support it for half a month." ”

"Didn't send anyone out to collect?"

"I've collected as much as I can, otherwise I would have run out of food a long time ago."

"Waste, I can't find any more food, just wait for the pot." Zhang Fang kicked over the grain officer and said angrily.

The grain officer crawled away.

Zhang Fang pulled out his saber and slashed the wooden pillar hard.

He led his troops to fight, and there was never enough food and grass, so he had to find a way to raise it on the spot, so there were many horrific incidents.

The problem of grain and grass is not fatal.

What is really fatal is the Hebei war situation.

The two towns of Bingzhou and Youzhou joined forces with more than 100,000 soldiers, and the momentum was extremely huge, but the king of Chengdu had less than 20,000 soldiers.

Zhang Fang can even boldly say that Yecheng is basically finished, and he will not survive next month at the latest.

And after the king of Chengdu is finished, where will he put the king of Hejian? Where did he leave him?

Sima Yue did not die, ran back to Xuzhou, and had the leisure to issue a message, calling on all Fang Bo to crusade against the two kings of Chengdu and Hejian.

With such a big force, can the King of the River really resist?

Okay, even if the King of the River can resist, what should he do with Zhang Fang?

More than 20,000 people marched under the city of Luoyang, and the veterans of the division were tired, and then waited for the soldiers and horses from all over the country to gather and annihilate them in one fell swoop?

Zhang Fang has already had the idea of going.

After a test today, the enemy's combat strength is average, but with the advantage of defending the city, he can still drive the elite soldiers he sent over from the city.

Even so, there is no need to try more, this battle cannot be fought.

The elite soldiers who have been tempered for thousands of years, the brave and fierce heavy-armored samurai, are easily doused to death with gold juice and boiling water, is it a loss?

It's better to go back.

Zhang Fang's eyes looked to the north, and before leaving, he always had to take something with him.

He called his son Zhang Zhen and gave him a secret order.