Fang Jie had no idea how many days Fang Jie had been locked in the prison at the guard's office. In such a place where black and white are confused day and night, it is very difficult to grasp the time. But fortunately, after Zhuo Buyi's visit and departure, he was no longer alone.
Qiu Yu came every day, either because of apologizing to the young man, or because she was curious about this body, but no matter what the reason was, Fang Xie had to respect her. Professor Ning Yan said that on the day Fang Jie was detained and put in prison, Qiu Yu smashed Dean Zhou's desk and demolished Dean Zhou's room in a fit of anger, which required great courage. Fang Jie was sure that there were not many people who dared to do this in the Martial Arts Academy, maybe Professor Qiu was the only one.
Just a few words are already kindness, not to mention the brutal demolition of Dean Zhou's room.
Fang Jie once asked Qiu Yu how he felt when he smashed Dean Zhou's desk and demolished his house. Just when Qiu Yu was about to leave and return to the Martial Arts Academy, the woman walked with her hands behind her back. When she reached the door, she paused slightly, and then said a word without looking back.
"Cool."
So Fang Jie made sure that this woman must not be messed with.
When he was free, he couldn't help thinking, how long would he be locked up? Locking them up like this, killing them without killing them, and pardoning them without pardoning them is the most depressing state of mind. Fortunately, Professor Ning Yan's words made him understand many things, so he gradually calmed down. Although I still can't enjoy it, I can barely achieve peace of mind and read books, and practice quietly and steadily.
What he didn't know was that His Majesty the Emperor had actually forgotten him during these days.
The war in the northwest has reached the point where it is about to break out. Hundreds of thousands of troops transferred from other provinces to the northwest are already in place, and supplies enough to supply millions of troops are already in place. In addition, the troops stationed in the northwest provinces and frontier troops are now in Shandong. There are no less than 700,000 people gathered in Dao territory. By this time, there was no need to hide anything.
And Fan Gucheng became even more important.
Chang'an City has already entered winter, and Fan Gu's side is naturally even colder, making people uncomfortable. However, there are no four seasons here. Instead, we go further west, and the climate gradually warms up in the depths of the Mongolian Yuan Empire. It is said that the golden tent is like spring all year round, but no one has seen it in the Sui Dynasty.
Further west of Fan Gu, across the Langru Mountains is the territory of the Mandu Banner of the Mongolian Yuan Empire. There is basically no difference from Fan Gu here, except that the wind seems to be stronger. Mandu Banner Mandu Latu is a tough advocate of the war faction. He has always advocated fighting against the Sui Dynasty. Over the years, the friction between the Northwest Frontier Army of the Great Sui Dynasty and the Mongolian Yuan Frontier Army mostly came from the instruction of this Mandu Ratu.
On the opposite side of Langru Mountain is Nirvana City, which is the most eastern border town in the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. There are two thousand Mongolian Yuan cavalry in Nirvana City, and the general is Mandu Wolf, a rising star of the Mandu family.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers gathered in Shandong Road during the Sui Dynasty, Mandu Wolf naturally knew about it. On the day he got the news, he sent people back to Yuntai City, the city of Mandu Banner, overnight. Mandu Banner is one of the relatively small territories of the Mongolian and Yuan Banners, but it also has a scale of thousands of miles. Mandu Latu is more or less blood related to the Golden Family. Although it is extremely remote, this kind of blood relationship allows him to justifiably call himself a nobleman.
The gold family that ruled Mengyuan had a surname of Kuoketai Meng, which means a wolf with wings in the Mongolian language. The Golden Family has ruled this huge and vast grassland for thousands of years. Since the first Dalunming King crowned the Golden Family in Daxue Mountain, dozens of generations have passed.
The rise of the Quoketaimeng family is at the far west of the grassland. It is said that the grassland was ruled by dark demons thousands of years ago. Every year, the herdsmen sacrificed living people as sacrifices, and sacrificed almost all their cattle and sheep. The people were in dire straits. Later, when the dark devil messenger arrived at the territory of the Kok Tai Meng family, the young tribal leader Kok Tai Meng Koo killed the devil messenger with a scimitar, and stood on the Daxue Mountain to issue orders to the entire grassland to overthrow the rule of the devil. .
The herdsmen of various tribes who had been oppressed for too long responded one after another and raised troops to follow Meng Kuo. After hundreds of battles, large and small, they finally defeated the demon army. With the help of the first Dalunming King of Fozong, he killed the powerful demons and established a powerful and unified Mongolian Yuan Empire.
Meng, representing the Kok Taimon family. Yuan, which represents the meaning of beginning and endless cycle. It is said that the name of this empire was also bestowed by King Dalunming.
Of course, this is just a legend. But there is no doubt that Fozong played a vital role in the war of the Quoke Taimeng family to unify the grassland. Every Great Khan of Meng Yuan was a sincere follower of Buddhism and worshiped as a disciple under King Dalunming. Although this is just a false name, the Great Khan would not really practice in Daxue Mountain, but this false name is justified. It is the most effective means to help the Quoketaimeng family rule the grassland.
The authority of the Golden Family Kok Tai Meng is beyond doubt. If anyone dares to offend the Golden Family, they will be punished most severely and the whole family will be wiped out.
Although the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty did not have a very clear division of labor like the Central Plains Empire, it has already established a very complete mechanism after thousands of years. The biggest difference from the Central Plains countries is that the Mongols and Yuans have always believed in force. In their view, the literati who can write poetry in the Central Plains are like clowns performing acrobatics in their country. It is difficult for them to understand that the emperor of the Central Plains would let those Those who have no power to restrain the chicken are in charge of the court.
In the eyes of Mongolian people, only warriors are worthy of respect.
Mandu Ratu is already in his fifties, and he has always hoped to lead the sturdy prairie cavalry to a decisive battle with the Sui people in his lifetime. He thought he would not live to that day, but God favored him, and the war came suddenly and without warning up.
When Mandu Wolf reported, Mandu Ratu, who had already grayed his beard, was silent for a long time. He suddenly panicked, not knowing whether he should be angry or happy.
For war, people in their fifties have already understood a truth.
War... is never nice.
The Mandu family's tough attitude towards Sui was just out of habit. And when the war really came, Mandu Latu realized that he had been clamoring for decades, but he was still not ready.
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He Dazhuang is a seven-year veteran who belongs to You Xiaowei. When he first joined the army, he always fantasized that one day he would step onto the enemy's land with a horizontal knife like his father, cut off the heads of all those who dared to resist the Sui army, and held them in his hand in exchange for military merit.
His father was also a soldier of Youxiaowei in the Sui Dynasty, and had participated in the war to destroy the Shang Dynasty. His entire childhood was spent in the memory of his father. He likes that kind of story, and likes to see his father's flushed face as if he was drunk and the uncontrollable fire in his eyes when he tells the excitement.
Although his father retired from the military until he was old and didn't get a very long position, he still couldn't stop the old man's sense of pride from being a soldier for decades. The adultery of a woman, but his father didn't think it was a betrayal of his mother, on the contrary, even his mother didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
When He Dazhuang was a teenager, his favorite game was to wield the wooden knife his father sharpened for him and play battles with his friends in the village. The weakest children are always forced to act as merchant soldiers, while the stronger children always compete for the opportunity to act as Sui soldiers.
He Dazhuang was helpless because he was very short when he was a child. The one who was always bullied, he always played the enemy of Sui in the games he loved to play since he was a child. Then he died under someone else's wooden knife. Although this made him unhappy, it did not hinder his enthusiasm for liking this game.
He felt that one day he would grow tall and strong. He took over the uniform of the Sui soldiers from his father and the sharp horizontal knife. Be the protagonist on the battlefield and trample all the enemies under your feet.
He dreamed of it for many years, until he really became a soldier.
For the first two years of his enlistment, he maintained his hunger for war. But as he got older and his thinking became more mature, he found that he was a little afraid of war. He didn't dare to mention such worries to anyone, because he was afraid of being ridiculed by others. As a member of the Sui soldiers, how could he Afraid of fighting
Although he is really burly and tall now, although what he holds in his hand is no longer a wooden knife but a real horizontal knife.
He was proud of his father, and his father was also proud of him. His father had never done anything in his life, and He Dazhuang had already been promoted to captain after five years in the army. With fifty elite soldiers under his command, whenever he mentioned it, his father would smile triumphantly from ear to ear.
Just over a year ago, the luck of being promoted again favored him. He Dazhuang was promoted to brigade leader with a hundred soldiers under his command.
But this promotion, he is not happy.
The killing that happened more than a year ago still makes him unable to sleep peacefully. He set off together with many of You Xiaowei's comrades, left the station, and arrived at this place called Fan Gu. That night, they were ordered to rush into the small town and kill everyone.
The order above said that the people of Fan Gu had been bought by the Mongols. They shamefully betrayed the country's intelligence, and no longer belonged to the proud Sui people. Angry soldiers rushed in, killing every strange face. All the people who were still sleeping soundly became ghosts under the sword, including the elderly, women and children.
That night, He Dazhuang also killed many people.
Anger blinded his eyes, and killing stained his hands red. When he finally stopped, he calmed down and suddenly felt a chill down his back.
Are those massacred people really spies of Meng Yuan
He couldn't be sure, and he didn't dare to ask for proof.
He heard that Fan Gu's defenders had all been killed. Just half a day before they rushed into Fangu City, the eight hundred frontier troops were crushed to a pulp by the heavy cavalry under the general's command.
These things became a nightmare that he could never get rid of. I don't know how many nights he woke up from his dream drenched in sweat. The faces of those women and children are still in my mind, and I can't get rid of them.
He began to drink more and more, but it became less and less easy to get drunk.
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He Dazhuang looked back at the soldiers following him, and he lowered his hands to signal the soldiers to lower their bodies. A hundred soldiers armed to the teeth followed closely behind him, and two teams were always protecting his wings, one on the left and one on the right. They set off from Fan Gu at nightfall, and then lurked on Langru Mountain for a whole night.
The Sui army knew that the Mengyuan people had set up many secret sentries on Langru Mountain, but they never paid attention to it. The existence of those secret whistles is precisely the proof that the Mongols were afraid of the Sui army. They were afraid that the Sui people would cross Langru Mountain, so they secretly stationed many scouts on the mountain.
He Dazhuang's task was to clean up the Mongolian scouts on the mountain overnight.
That night, He Dazhuang and the others silently killed at least twenty Mongolian scouts. Before dawn, there was one last place left. That is the highest point of Langru Mountain, and at least thirty Mongolian and Yuan soldiers have been stationed here for a long time. When he saw Mengyuan Scout wearing a leather helmet and gray leather armor appearing a hundred meters away, He Dazhuang rubbed his frowning brows and shook off the chaotic thoughts in his mind.
"Divide into two teams to outflank. One team goes around to the other side of the mountain in case anyone escapes. The other team follows me and goes up."
He ordered in a low voice, and then slowly aimed the crossbow levelly at the Mongolian scouts who were patrolling and walking within thirty meters.
"kill!"
A deep roar squeezed out from his throat, and several crossbow arrows shot out at the same time, knocking the Mengyuan man to the ground. He stood up and drew out the horizontal knife: "Da Sui!"
"forward!"
With a shout, the soldiers rushed towards the last Mongol stronghold on Langru Mountain.
war.
coming.