Heading north from Luoyang, crossing the Mang Mountains and arriving in Hanoi, Shao Xun was all too familiar.

Four years ago, he left Luoyang and went north to welcome the first emperor back to Beijing, and it was this road that he walked.

This time I chased the enemy, and I felt another thing in my heart: the long-term war has made Mangshan to the north of the depression, and the villages that could be seen occasionally have completely disappeared, replaced by all kinds of dock forts and earthen fences.

The people inside the dock fort have also changed a lot.

There are a lot of people who speak Hebei accents, and there are also a lot of people with a state accent, obviously after fleeing, they are all living in a dock along the Yellow River, and it is not easy to protect themselves!

In the evening of the same day, they pursued to the vicinity of Fupingjin, where almost all the ships were occupied by the rout, ferrying men and horses back and forth.

"Whoosh!" Shao Xun slammed his horse lance on the ground, drew his horned bow, raised his hand and arrow, and an officer of Wang Mibu, who was collecting the rout, fell off his horse.

As if it were a signal, the rout gathered near the ferry immediately exploded.

Some people scattered and fled in all directions, hiding in the woods and houses.

Someone slipped away into the distance, trying to get away from the ferry, and then tried to escape by night.

More people flocked to the dozen or so ferries that had not yet had time to leave.

They have completely lost their fighting spirit, and they dare not look back, so they plop and jump into the water, trudge through the mud, or swim to the water, and hold the boat gang to the death.

"Whoa!" A ship laden with routs lost its balance and flipped directly on its side in the water.

The routs screamed in amazement, overheaded by the capsized ship.

The rushing water washed in, and the rout rose and sank a few times, and soon disappeared.

After seeing such a tragic situation, the rout soldiers on the other ships were anxious.

Someone drew his saber and waved it again and again according to the hand that grabbed the boat gang, screaming for a while, and I don't know how many bloody severed fingers were in the cabin.

"If you kill your comrades, you won't die well!"

"Take me one, just take me!"

"I have a treasure in my arms, it's all for you, let me get on the boat."

The soldiers in the water cried and cursed, pleaded, and lured, but to no avail. At this moment of life and death, no one is a fool, even if one or two are soft-hearted, others will not agree.

The last ferries carried hundreds of people and drifted away, abandoning almost ten times as many as them on the south bank of the Yellow River.

"Rush!" Shao Xun put away the horned bow, picked up the horse lance, and rushed straight down.

More than 100 soldiers and righteous riders followed, shouting loudly, arrows and spears piercing, scattering the slightly condensed rout again.

Shao Xun had already picked up a corpse on his horse lance, and he shook it hard, and the strong pressure almost made the horse fall to the ground.

"Bang!" The corpse fell in the crowd and scattered in a large area.

The pro-soldiers and righteous servants took the opportunity to kill them and drove left and right.

The routs panicked, and countless people died by crossing the river.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves rang out again.

Shao Xun looked for prestige, but saw a dense Liangzhou horse appear on a high slope.

Before long, several horses rushed quickly.

Tang Jian wanted to step forward to stop him, but was stopped by Shao Xun.

With the horse lance in hand, I have it in the world!

What are you afraid of riding a horse, with armor on your body, a lance in your hand, and an arrow bag and a horned bow hanging from your saddle?

"It's Lu Yanghou ahead?" The number of riders stopped more than ten paces away and made a way for the first person.

"Exactly." Shao Xun glanced at this person from a distance, and couldn't see the details of his appearance clearly, but he felt that he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, dark skin, thick and powerful arms, and he was holding a halberd and lifting weights like light, and when he was galloping on the horse, he had excellent riding skills, and the combination of men and horses was very good.

A well-trained veteran warrior on the battlefield!

"A certain Liangzhou Beigong Chun." The person who came briefly introduced himself and said: "I just observed for a while, Lu Yanghou has excellent riding skills, superb archery skills, and a horse lance makes it fly up and down, and it is steady, accurate, and ruthless. When the sudden sweep was made, he was well versed in the trick of strong and heavy, that is, in Liangzhou, there were very few people who played so well. ”

In fact, Beigong Chun also has a very good impression of the person not far away.

For no other reason, it looks like a martial artist, and it's very appetizing.

The aura of the martial artist cannot be hidden, the appearance, temperament and small movements between gestures cannot be seen by the layman, but the insider can see it at a glance.

People like them are completely different from the generals from the big families.

They can't learn the elegant Confucian style of others, and they can't learn their style of being a fierce general who has been killed step by step at the bottom.

"It turned out to be the guardian of Beigong." Shao Xun glanced at the Liangzhou cavalry who were rushing towards the rout, turned over and dismounted, and said with a smile: "I have heard the prestige of Liangzhou Aoyi. In the battle of Jinyangmen, the general is really the first merit, magnificent! ”

Beigong Chun smiled self-assuredly.

The level of the two hundred or so horsemen under Shao Xun is very average, and the combat effectiveness is limited, and he hasn't taken it seriously.

But Lu Yanghou himself is a rare brave cavalry in the Central Plains, and he doesn't mind getting acquainted.

"In the border area of Liangzhou, Qiang and Xianbei rebelled at every turn, and tens of thousands of horsemen were not uncommon, and our soldiers have long been used to it." Beigong Chun laughed and said, "How to fight or how to fight." If the thief wants to kill me, don't you have to face to face? If you face each other about life and death, what is there to fear? The people on the horse and the soldiers on the ground have only one life, and they can fight hard, and it is a big deal to die with the enemy. ”

"The general is really heroic." Shao Xun praised.

Beigong Chun seemed to have heard too much of this kind of praise and didn't care.

Today is also the first time the two have met, and it is not appropriate to talk shallow and deep, and after the greetings, they said goodbye and left.

Shao Xun didn't care, and after letting people collect a group of prisoners, he went home.

Chased all the way to the bank of the Yellow River, to the end.

Wang Mi's rebellion can be regarded as a phased pacification.

This person was repeatedly defeated in Qingzhou, and after being driven out, he quickly passed through Henan in less than two months and killed under the city of Luoyang.

At the pinnacle of his life, Shao Xun, Beigong Chun and others brutally suppressed him, and the people were scattered, which was unbearable.

After seven or eight years of war in the middle and late stages of the Eight Kings Rebellion, the exiled army should not be able to shake the rule of the Jin court, and they all rose and whirled, and all of them were defeated.

They are short of food and weapons, lack of qualified personnel, have irregular army building, and are too weak in combat effectiveness; although they are outnumbered and outnumbered, they are often defeated by regular armies that are much smaller in number than them, and they will inevitably be destroyed.

Shi Le, Wang Mi and others, who were lucky enough to survive, could only survive by selling themselves to another regime, barely settling down, and carrying out the regularization of the army with great difficulty.

But the war was not over.

What will begin next will be a war between regimes that are larger, more brutal, and have a higher overall technical and tactical level.

The Huns have sharpened their knives.

Liu Yuanhai couldn't help it.

******

On the other side of the Yellow River, Wang Mi, Liu Ling and others sighed and were silent.

Although they relied on a large number of dead ghosts to buy time, the two were able to escape, but after all, there was the Yellow River blocking it, and it was not easy to retreat.

As of the moment when Shao Xun and Beigong Chun pursued and killed Fupingjin, there were only more than 3,000 people who successfully crossed the river.

Among them, there are about 2,000 people belonging to Wang Mi, and there are only more than 1,000 of Liu Ling's subordinates.

There were also people who fled to the north shore from other small and medium-sized ferries, but not many.

Wang Mi sent people to contact, and there were only about three or four thousand people.

An unprecedented fiasco!

Perhaps, the moment he made the decision to kill Luoyang, he was already destined for such a thing.

Breaking through the Yuyuan Pass is just a joke God played a joke with him, and the ending will not change in any way.

The only thing worth consoling is that after his cousin Wang Sang left his large army, he successfully got rid of the official army, crossed the river to the north, and was rushing to converge.

But he had less than 2,000 men under his command.

The three parties combined, a total of eight or nine thousand cavalry, the total strength of which was less than one-tenth of the peak state when Xuchang was breached.

It's miserable.

The sun sets, and the twilight is sinking.

The officers and soldiers who pursued and killed had retreated with the prisoners, and many troops were dispatched one after another in the dock forts on the other side of the river.

They numbered as few as a few hundred, or as many as three or five thousand, and began to eat the "leftovers and cold scorching" leaked by the officers and soldiers.

The defeated soldiers who hid would not end well, either they were killed by the Dock Fort tribes and the villagers, or they were captured and returned to farm and become slaves.

The clans, the lords of the manor, and the marshals of the dock fort are also the natural enemies of the "righteous army".

In the future, if you gain power, you must clean them up! Wang Mi secretly gritted his teeth, annoyed.

"General, has the messenger been sent?" Liu Ling ate two mouthfuls of dry food and asked.

"Sent." Wang Mi's expression was gloomy, his mood was heavy, and he casually said a perfunctory sentence: "Liu Yuanhai is despised by scholars, so he buys horse bones, and it's not too late for us to vote at this time." After a while, pull some more people on the road to make the momentum bigger, so as not to be despised by the Huns. ”

"Okay." Liu Ling responded.

It's nothing more than finding a few easy-to-fight village earthen enclosures, burning and looting them after breaking them, and then killing them after the women play with them, so that the soldiers can recover a little morale. The men were forcibly recruited into the army, and the number of their troops was increased, so that when the Han State sent people to check the number of soldiers in the future, they would look better.

"I'm going to train the troops well." Wang Mi sighed and said, "When Qingzhou first started an incident, more than 50,000 people were rushed by thousands of Xianbei cavalry. This time there were more people, but it was still a fiasco. Wang Jun, Gou Xi, Shao Xun, Beigong Chun, anyone can beat us hard. It's just Sima Yue's cowardice, he doesn't dare to face us. After pulling people's heads this time, don't accept people casually in the future, I can see that there are many people, except for eating dry rice, there is no use for fart. ”

Liu Ling disagreed.

You still have to pull the strong ding, there are not many soldiers, and no one looks down on you. Only when we have our own territory can we talk about training our troops well.

Moreover, if you fight more battles, you can always train them.

Wang Mi glanced at him and knew that he was not convinced. But he didn't want to say anything more, he had to unite sincerely now, and went to the Huns, if their brothers couldn't help each other, sooner or later there would be no scum left to be swallowed.

After eating water and recovering his strength, Wang Mi took one last look at Henan in the dark of night and turned to leave.

I'll be back!