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- Two hundred and eighty-one Beyond the Great Wall
Meng Ju mentally reviewed his subordinates: Lan Zheng and Xiao Heng are very reliable, but they are both too old. Their bodies may not be able to withstand guarding the border in such a bitter and cold place, and Meng Ju cannot bear it; Jiang Hai, on the other hand, He was young and strong, but Meng Ju was really worried about leaving two brigades of more than 6,000 troops in his hands.
Seeing that Meng Ju was in trouble, Wang Beixing sighed: "Governor, I'm not in a hurry to go back. Let's talk about it first in the city."
As soldiers and horses entered the city in droves, Meng Ju rested at the Dongling Mausoleum Office in Fufeng City. Under the illumination of pine torches, Wang Beixing and the officers of the Fufeng garrison accompanied Meng Ju to a dinner - the so-called dinner was just steamed buns, pickles and roasted lamb in wooden barrels. The soldiers ate very quickly and cleared away the food in just a few clicks. Then, Meng Ju led everyone into the study, where Wang Beixing had arranged for the map to be laid out.
By the light of the torches on the wall, Wang Beixing gave a rough introduction to Meng Ju: "After leaving the border wall, that is Luoheyuan. On Luoheyuan, walk northeast along the Luohe River for about a hundred miles, that is The wild wolves are gone. Our scouts have reported that a Turkic herder tribe of over ten thousand people is camping there, preparing to spend the winter."
Meng Ju's eyes flashed, and he said: "Only a hundred miles away from our border wall, the Turks actually dare to camp for the winter? They are too courageous."
The several garrison officers were all awe-inspiring. At that time, the Northern Border Army would conduct regular patrols out of the fortress from time to time every year to raid and expel the grassland tribes near the border wall. Once outside the border wall, the patrolling Wei troops were no longer bound by military discipline. If the shepherds were bumped into by them, if they were lucky, they would be robbed of their flocks and belongings; if they were unlucky, the whole family would be massacred. Everything is possible. In the past, it was dangerous for the grassland peoples to go within two hundred miles of the border wall, let alone grazing here.
Since the northern border troops moved south in large numbers, the Dongling Guards took over the border wall. Due to the shortage of troops, the Ling Guards stationed at the border had to shrink their defenses and stopped patrolling the border. As time went by, the grassland tribes became bolder. First, sporadic shepherds came in to graze, and then scattered small tribes came in. After several trials, they saw that the defenders in the border wall still had no response. Now, go up. A large tribe of ten thousand people came to stay.
Seeing Meng Ju¡¯s brows frowning slightly, Wang Beixing looked ashamed. He stepped forward and said, ¡°Governor, I will apologize¡±
"Beixing, there is no need to explain, I know it." Meng Ju shook his head and said slowly: "I know your character. That night in Jing'an, we fought side by side to resist the border army; we also fought together Risking your life to attack the demon brigade and rescuing Governor Ye, this was a life-and-death battle. You never flinched - I believe that you are by no means a timid person. As a soldier, you can be called a hero. There¡¯s no reason to become timid after becoming a general.¡±
He raised his head and looked at Wang Beixing sincerely: "Beixing, it's because I'm not in Dongping that you have concerns. You don't want to provoke the demons and cause trouble, right? You have been so arrogant for a year, and you have been holding back your temper. This tone is really painful for you."
Wang Beixing¡¯s eyes turned slightly red. During this year, I tried my best to suppress the repeated requests of my subordinates to fight, but was mistaken for cowardice. The naughty soldiers in the army secretly nicknamed me "Grandma Wang" - during this period , no one understands or tells my anger and grievances, and I can only grit my teeth and endure the pain silently.
But all the grievances and pain melted like ice and snow at this moment.
Although the Grand Governor has reached a high position of power, he still understands me as well as the deputy director of the Jing'an Department back then!
At this moment, Wang Beixing's heart was filled with gratitude, and he suddenly felt that "life is about spirit". He nodded slightly, turned to face the map, and did not let Meng Ju see his emotion: "Governor, I have something to say. Although our spies have found traces of more than 10,000 people from the Turkic tribe, , but that was a month ago"
Meng Ju raised his eyebrows: "Are you worried that they will run away?"
Wang Beixing shook his head: "According to normal custom, once the grassland tribes settle down, they will not migrate during the winter. The general is not worried about them leaving, but the general is worried things may not be that simple."
"You keep talking!"
"Yes, the nomadic tribe's soldiers and civilians are unified. Normally, five out of ten are drawn. A tribe of ten thousand people can draw out three thousand fighting soldiers - if the leader is cruel, it is possible to draw out five thousand fighting soldiers."
"Five thousand herdsmen?" Meng Ju smiled lightly and said, "We can afford it."
"Exactly, the herdsmen have more soldiers and horses, and they also have more fighting armors, but their fighting armors are not sharp. The actual combat power of five thousand herdsmen soldiers is actually far inferior to one of ours.??Travel. But the general was a little worried. It was really unexpected that a tribe of ten thousand people suddenly entered the border patrol area near the border wall to spend the winter. At the end of the day, I will worry about fraud. "
"Are you worried that this is a trap used by the Turks to lure you into attack?"
Wang Bei The county's troops are empty, and he will break through the barriers and enter Dongping to burn, kill and plunder - this is the humble opinion of the general, and I ask the town governor to consider this when planning."
Meng Ju nodded: "This matter must be guarded against, I will pay attention to it."
The Dongling Guards rested in Fufeng County for two days, replenished their food supply, and then continued their journey north. One day later, the soldiers and horses crossed the border wall and entered the grassland.
It is early winter, and the grassland is withered and yellow. At the end where the sky and the earth meet, silvery clouds spread out like snowflakes, and the surrounding fields are silent except for the howling of the wind. A silvery river flows through the yellow grassland, like silver threads on yellow silk.
Under the guidance of Fufeng County¡¯s guide, the troops and horses marched northward along the river at great speed. At noon, the large group of people camped by the river to rest. Wang Hu, who was leading the forward scout, sent someone to report to Meng Ju that a small nomadic tribe was found in front of them. The forward scout asked for instructions on how to deal with it.
"How many are there?"
"Governor, this group includes men, women, young and old, approximately fifty or sixty people."
"Tell Wang Hu that this is the border wall warning area."
This sentence is enough. After taking a break at noon, the soldiers and horses continued to set off. When passing by a rolling hill, Meng Ju saw a messy and collapsed camp on the other side of the hill. Among the deserted tents, there were scattered dots of various colors, lying motionless on the ground. A gust of wind blew by, and Meng Ju smelled the smell of blood in the wind.
He stared at the ruins expressionlessly for a while, then turned around and rode on to continue moving forward.
The attacking troops and horses were a mixture of battle armor and cavalry. The troops and horses moved very fast. In three days, they crossed the Luohe Plain and arrived at the Yelang Plain. On the third day, while setting up camp at dusk, the vanguard captured another group of herdsmen. Because the Chinese army needed to know the enemy's main intelligence, these captured herdsmen were sent to the main camp. In order to ensure that the information was accurate, Meng Ju not only conducted the interrogation in person, but also invited two high-level Mingjue masters, Liu Kongqin and Zuo Xiansheng, to take charge.
There were about 200 captured herdsmen in total, including men, women, old and young. They were wearing dirty sheepskin coats, their faces were filthy, their eyes were frightened, and their bodies smelled fishy and unpleasant. They were guarded by Wei soldiers, their arms were tied behind their backs, and they sat together.
Meng Ju glanced at him with a frown, then pointed at a man sitting in the front row: "You, come out!"
The shepherd looked frightened and sat on the ground refusing to get up. But he couldn't help it. Two strong Wei soldiers rushed over, twisted his arms one at a time, and dragged him out like a chicken.
Meng Ju looked at the captured man. He was about forty or fifty years old, with a dark face. He was wrapped in a sheepskin jacket, with a fish tattoo on his forehead. He had many braids and scattered hair. At the back of the head.
"What's your name? Which tribe do you belong to?"
The interpreter translated Meng Ju's words. The shepherd's eyes wandered and he answered in a low voice.
"Sir, he said his name is Baji, and he is a shepherd of the Rouranmian tribe"
"Governor, this man is lying."
As soon as the interpreter finished speaking, Liu Kongqin immediately spoke out - she didn't understand the demon language, but Master Mingjue could feel the other person's emotions. The moment he spoke just now, the shepherd's brainwaves became very confused, and he was obviously lying.
Meng Ju nodded slightly. He was also a half-hearted Mingjue master. He didn't need Liu Kongqin to tell him, but he could also feel that the guy in front of him was not telling the truth. He pointed at the shepherd and said in a low voice: "Pull him down and chop him down."
Several soldiers rushed up and dragged the herdsman down. The herdsman's face suddenly turned pale. While struggling, he shouted quickly and loudly, saying a long string of things. The interpreter was quick to interpret. The local interpreter said: "Sir, he said that he realized his mistake. He is not from the Rouran tribe, but from the Turkic tribe. He is willing to cooperate with us and explain truthfully"
Meng Ju waved his hand: "Bring him back - are you from the Turkic tribe? This time we entered the border wall warning area, how many troops did you have from the Turkic tribe?"
"Sir, he couldn't tell how many people there were, but he said that there were as many people as there were clouds in the sky"
"Governor, he didn't lie."
??"Where are they?"
The herdsman hesitated for a moment, then spoke a series of words, and the interpreter was doing a quick translation: "He can't figure it out either, but he knows that the Turkic Mohan tribe is now on Yelangyuan, only a hundred miles away from here. . . ¡±
"How many soldiers and horses does Mohan have?"
"There are more than 5,000 men in the Mohan tribe 3,000 soldiers Their leader is the Khan's captain of ten thousand men, Ammo."
Meng Ju frowned slightly, and asked suddenly: "Ask him, where is Khan Ashina Tumen? Is it nearby?"
The shepherd's face changed slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he began to speak again, and the interpreter translated: "He said that the Khan is on the other side of the Alibaba Sea, thousands of miles away from us"
Liu Kongqin immediately said: "Governor, he is lying again!"
Meng Ju frowned in disgust: "Cut it off!"
The soldiers pounced on the herdsman again and grabbed him. The guy knew that he was desperate and rushed towards Meng Ju like a mad dog. His arms were tied behind his back and he couldn't move, so he opened his mouth to bite Meng Ju's face.
Meng Ju quickly took a step back to avoid it. The soldiers pinned the herdsman to the ground and restrained him. He rolled on the ground and tried to raise his face to look at Meng Ju. His face was twisted into a ball ferociously and he spat at Meng Ju. , yelling curses in Demonic language, mixed with the curses of "Wei Gou, Wei Gou". The soldiers wanted to behead him according to Meng Ju's order, but the guy struggled so hard that the soldiers couldn't stop him and chop his neck.
Meng Ju couldn¡¯t stand it anymore and shouted: ¡°Let¡¯s just chop this guy to death!¡±
The soldiers wielded their swords and slashed at them randomly. Amidst the screams, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood flowed, soaking the grass.
Meng Ju was worried that Liu Kongqin wouldn¡¯t be able to bear such a bloody scene, so he said, ¡°Kongqin, you go back first, as long as Mr. Zuo is here.¡±
Liu Kongqin shook his head: "Don't worry, Governor, Kongqin has also been in battle, and she is not a weak woman." Even so, her face turned pale. When Meng Ju wasn't paying attention, she turned her face away, trying not to Look over there.
Seeing that the man was hacked to death by the Wei army's swords, there was a cry of exclamation among the prisoners. The herdsmen stood up one after another and shouted loudly to fight. The Wei soldiers guarding the side rushed in, picked up their swords and lashed out. They had to roll into a ball crying for their fathers and mothers before the commotion was suppressed.
The interpreter reported to Meng Ju in a low voice: "Sir, the guy who was just hacked to death is their leader."
Meng Ju was stunned for a moment: He was so lucky, so he just randomly named someone to be the leader? He glared at the interpreter, who knew that he had done something wrong and said with an apologetic smile: "I didn't know this at first. Just now they shouted that the leader was killed by a Wei dog, and I only found out about this." It¡¯s my fault that the forwards didn¡¯t screen the people they arrested.¡±
Meng Ju snorted, thinking about Wang Hu's reckless temper, who only loves fighting and killing people. How can he have the patience to do any screening? But this guy is also really cunning. Although he is the leader, his clothes are the same as those of his subordinates. There is nothing special about him. If he hadn't killed him, he would probably still be hiding among the prisoners and pretending to be a normal person. .
"Hmph! Continue the interrogation - interpreter, be careful. If you make this kind of mistake again, be careful with your head!"
After receiving Meng Ju¡¯s warning, the interpreter was dripping with cold sweat and promised repeatedly that he would interrogate carefully and make no omissions. Next, they interrogated several more shepherds, but compared to the man just now, these shepherds were far less knowledgeable and could not tell any questions - with Liu Kongqin and Mr. Zuo around, they really could not tolerate lying. They really is uninformed.
Meng Ju secretly regretted: he killed that man too quickly just now, it seemed that he was the only one who knew the inside story.
But now it¡¯s too late to regret it. Meng Ju's response was simple: anyone who couldn't answer the question, whether you really didn't know or pretended not to know, would have his head chopped off. In a short time, more than a dozen herdsmen had been killed on the spot, and their bodies were lying in a mess on the ground.
When they first started killing people, the group of prisoners got up and made a commotion. But when more people were killed, they became quiet. They sat on the ground blankly, like a group of unconscious sculptures.
After repeating the interrogation more than a dozen times and killing more than a dozen people, Meng Ju began to feel tired. Unlike killing on the battlefield, extracting confessions and killing a group of defenseless civilians really refreshed him. exhausted.
He wiped his face tiredly and said to the interpreter: "No need to ask anymore - tell them, whoever can tell where Ashina Tumen is and where the king's tent is, will live."
The interpreter's face was livid, and he shouted loudly to the prisoners.
There was no response, no one spoke. The sky has turned dark, and in the strong wind of early winter, hunting torches are burning??, making a slight crackling sound. The prisoners sat on the spot blankly, staring at Meng Ju. Meng Ju could feel the deep resentment and hatred contained in those eyes looking at him.
Meng Ju sneered - if resentment could kill people, everyone wouldn't have to work so hard to practice swords and armor.
Seeing that none of the prisoners spoke, Meng Ju waved his hand, and a soldier came forward. Meng Ju whispered a few instructions to him. The soldier followed the order and left quickly, and soon came back, holding a A lit incense stick.
Meng Ju took the incense, walked slowly to the prisoners, then leaned down and placed the incense in the open space in front of the prisoners. Then, he stood with his hands behind his back, glaring at the prisoners coldly, pressing the handle of the knife at his waist with one hand.
There was a silent commotion among the prisoners. Without the need for an interpreter, they all understood what the Wei general had not said - before the incense stick was burned, if no one revealed the whereabouts of the king's tent, everyone would die.
The sky has turned completely dark, and the pine torches are burning, emitting the fragrance of wood resin. No one spoke, no one coughed, and the atmosphere was deathly silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the lit incense, staring at the bright red head of the incense dazzling in the biting cold wind.
A stick of incense does not last long. Under the gaze of everyone, the incense slowly shortens and shortens, and finally only a tiny bit remains. The red head of the incense is already dying.
Meng Ju glanced at the prisoners one by one, looking at the men and women wearing dirty sheepskins and with various totems and tattoos on their faces, without any emotion in his eyes.
The prisoners were also looking at him, with hatred and fear in their eyes.
At this time, a gust of wind blew by, and everyone looked over at the same time: in the wind, the incense that had been burned to the end shook, and the flame went out. Some people in the group of prisoners began to cry, first the children and women cried, and then the men also started howling, and the sound of howling became loud.
Meng Ju narrowed his eyes slightly at the sound of wailing and crying. He turned around and bowed slightly to Liu Kongqin and Mr. Zuo: "Thank you for your help, two masters, today. It's really hard work. It's late at night, please allow Meng to send you two." Go back to your tent and rest."
"Governor, do you really want to"
Liu Kongqin was about to say something, but Mr. Zuo interrupted her: "How dare we be the governors of the country to send you to you?"
"Mr. Zuo is joking. Master Mingjue has a distinguished status. The two masters acted righteously to help our army. Meng is really grateful. It's nothing to give one away. Kongqin, Mr. Zuo, please."
"The Governor-General invites you first."
The three of them gave in to each other and walked back together. Mr. Zuo's camp was closer, so Meng Ju sent him back first. Then, he gave Liu Kongqin a gift.
Along the way, Liu Kongqin frowned and said nothing. When she and Meng Ju were left alone, she asked: "Grand Governor, what do you plan to do with those prisoners?"
Meng Ju smiled but said nothing. Liu Kongqin's question was too childish. The leader of an army is the most majestic. He had already made such a statement, and those Turkic prisoners also resisted silently to the end without killing them - how could that be possible?
"Kong Qin, don't think too much. Go back and have a good rest."
Seeing that Meng Ju avoided answering, Liu Kongqin also vaguely guessed. She said: "Governor, those men that's all. But there are so many women there, and those children they are innocent."
Meng Ju shook his head and said: "Kong Qin, you saw it with your own eyes all the way here. Those border residents whose whole families were killed tragically by barbarians' knives were also women, children and old people - you said they deserved what they deserved." Is that so? Do you deserve it?"
"That's not what I mean, little girl The demon soldiers and horses are brutal and harm the people. The little girl feels the same way. They really deserve to be killed. But we, the Wei Dynasty, are a country of education, and the Wei army is also an upright king. How can we fall? To the point of being equal to the demons and barbarians, slaughtering innocent people like them? Such indiscriminate killing to vent your anger is against the teachings of the saints, and it also harms the harmony of heaven."
Meng Ju scoffed. Liu Kongqin's words reminded him of the arguments of those stupid people in his previous life: "If a dog bites you, do you want to bite the dog in return?" In Meng Ju's view, this kind of self-deception is just a useless thing who is unable to take revenge. They are just using excuses to hide their shame. If a dog bites a person, of course the person should not bite him back, but should pick up a stick and beat the mad dog to death.
"How can a woman's kindness be tolerated in a military and national war? Kong Qin, please stop talking and go back to rest."
Liu Kongqin stopped and stared at Meng Ju with a hint of disappointment and pain in her eyes. As this young general grew up, she witnessed with her own eyes how the young man in front of her grew from a low-ranking officer to a powerful warlord guarding one side.She witnessed the young officer's growth with her own eyes.
After a long time, she shook her head and said softly: "Meng Ju, you have changed."
The current Meng Ju is no longer the same Meng Ju who admired Governor Ye. Just like the former Ye Canaan no longer exists, the kind, enthusiastic, upright and sentimental Meng Ju has also disappeared from this world, replaced by a great Wei hero named Meng Ju.
The look in his eyes now. . . So cold, so scary. Cruel and easy to kill, obsessed with power, and hard-hearted, he is now like other warlords, even. . . There seems to be no difference between him and Tuoba Xiong.
Seeing Liu Kongqin¡¯s pitiful eyes, Meng Ju felt as if he had been burned by a red-hot iron, and his heart ached. He shouted angrily: "Kong Qin, I haven't changed. I have always known what I am doing and what my goal is! On the contrary, you have no idea what you are doing!"
"The governor's words puzzled Kong Qin. Although Kong Qin is dull, he still understands what he is doing" Liu Kongqin was about to say more, but was shocked by Meng Ju's cold eyes, and she couldn't help but Finished.
"Do you really understand?" Meng Ju asked, and then he shook his head: "No, you can't understand.
This is a long war, a showdown between civilization and barbarism, a showdown between the farming civilization of the Central Plains and the nomadic people outside the Great Wall. Before the Turks, there were Donghu, Xiongnu, Xianbei, and Rouran. After the Turks, there are Khitan, Jurchen, Dangxiang, Qiang, and Mongolia. Before us, this war has lasted for thousands of years; and after us, this war will continue for thousands of years. Between you and me, In our lifetime, we will not see the outcome of this showdown, and our descendants may not be able to see it either!
The battle between us and the Turks is just a small wave in this long battle!
This is China¡¯s destiny battle, and it is also the fate of my descendants of Yanhan for thousands of years. The invasion of the Xianbei people and the establishment of the Wei Dynasty were in itself a huge loss and setback for our Chinese civilization. We had to spend three hundred years and ten generations to barely repair our civilization and get history back on track. . Now, the demons are trying to repeat their victory, to impose disaster on us, and to plunge the entire Central Plains into darkness and blood again.
Absolutely not allowed!
Since I was born in this dark age, since I am a soldier guarding the border, this is my mission given by God. Not only for ourselves, but also for the Central Plains, and for our future generations, I have no choice!
¡°If we don¡¯t eliminate the Turks while they are still weak, our northern Xinjiang will be suffocated by them in ten years; in a hundred years, the entire Central Plains will become their pasture!
Either they die or we die. The entire Turkic tribe is a ferocious war machine. If those herders are innocent and only the Khan's army is guilty - that is like saying that only the murderer's knife hand is guilty. The body is so innocent and ridiculous!
Those men, when they mount their horses and pick up weapons, they will become the Khan's soldiers; those children, ten years later, they will grow up and become the Khan's soldiers; those women, they will give birth to children, and then those children will Will become the Khan's soldiers - each of them adding strength to the Khan's army.
I don¡¯t know how history will go in the future. There is only one thing I can do, try my best to weaken the power of the barbarians and get a better start for the next battle for my descendants.
You must fight without hesitation! Fighting for the country, even if I commit heinous massacres and bloodshed, I am confident that I will be innocent no matter whether I face the judgment of human beings or heaven! "
For a moment, Liu Kongqin was suppressed by Meng Ju's surging and passionate momentum, and Liu Kongqin was unable to say a word. After a while, she said cautiously: "Governor, you what did you mean by what you just said? Do you mean that the Turks will become very powerful in the future and threaten our Wei Dynasty?"
¡°Can¡¯t you understand?¡±
"This what the governor just said was too profound, and the little girl is shallow. I really can't understand it"
He yelled at Liu Kongqin as if to vent his anger. The pressure that had accumulated in his heart was released a lot, and Meng Ju suddenly felt refreshed. He waved his hand at Liu Kongqin: "It's just that you didn't understand. Just think I'm crazy! Miss Liu, it's late at night, you should have a good rest. Just forget about the nonsense I just said. "
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