In order to make sure we got to Hanzhong earlier than Dong Zhuo, we arrived in Hanzhong in three days. Actually, at that time, it would be impossible unless we were all cavalry, and it would be difficult for infantry to travel day and night. (… Maybe we could barely crawl there:)
In the Han Dynasty, official script appeared, which is not much different from the current characters, but it is still traditional. :) Later, cursive script also began to appear. However, seals have always used seal script, and there is still a specialized art of seal carving.
Also, this book is not history! Geography-wise, 90% is true and 10% is false (some place names, some routes, some cities, for the sake of necessity); history-wise, 10% is true (natural disasters, some of which I have exaggerated), 90% is false; characters-wise, half true and half false. :)
On March 12, the second year of Zhongping, it was almost noon. The snow stopped in Hanzhong earlier than in our place. No grass grew on the dry ground. Although it was still cold under the bright sun, one could still feel that summer was coming.
But these are not what we should pay attention to, because only history will record the situation of this day. On this day, regardless of victory or defeat, the Xiliang people must be called warriors. Because they used 50,000 people to drag our 170,000 troops to the final decisive battle.
At this time, the signal for their decisive battle has been issued!
I had nothing, so I just turned my head and patted my horse and ran out of the formation. I heard another drum sound behind me, and I knew someone would charge with me.
I understand, as Brother Wendong said, if we want to win this battle, we must win the current battle.
Now, under such a critical situation, the opponent came up with this countermeasure and reversed the situation on the battlefield again.
Now, the only way to end this battle quickly was to kill Dong Xi. Fortunately, he was the only one in the enemy camp. He didn't have to use all his strength, and there was no way to save the situation. That's why he was so close to me. I rode my horse to chase the place where the Dong character flag sank into my position, and naturally, I also entered the center of the fight.
When I saw the fighting in the dust from afar, I didn't seem to react in my heart. But when I entered, I found that this fighting was even more cruel than the massacre in the story, because everyone had their own enemies, usually more than one. They were not killing people at all, but were almost desperate to prevent themselves from being killed by others, even those fierce Xiliang people.
I can't remember what the first person I killed looked like, because he rushed out from the side, and I subconsciously grabbed Tianlang with my right hand and swept it, hitting his face. Something splashed all over me, but it wasn't all red, there was also a yellow and sticky thing. I remember this clearly, because my right arm was all over it. However, killing the first person didn't make me feel as uncomfortable as Zhou Cang and I did. I just felt tight in my heart for a moment, and then it was gone. Killing the second person was even worse. I don't even know how he died, but his knife still left a white mark on my armor, and then a hot thing dyed it red. The reason why I knew it was hot was because it was also on my face. I had hoped that my numbness could last forever, but unfortunately, as more and more blood splashed on my body, more and more of the people who fell in front of me or in the past appeared in my mind.
I held the bow in my left hand and the wolf in my right hand, and I pushed forward. I wanted this to end quickly, but I didn't want to achieve this goal by ending my own life. Dong Xi still wrapped himself in his own army. I finally managed to get half of my body out, but I was either quickly blocked by my own people or someone entangled my right hand.
On the battlefield of Hunluan, although Dong Xi and I were only fifty feet apart, I couldn't get close to him at all.
The cavalry charged into our formation again, but because there were some of our own people in the team, they simply dispersed everyone. This did not result in the cavalry swinging their swords to kill the stragglers. It completely turned into a large-scale, well-armed, well-trained, and well-planned "civilian" fight between the elites of the two states, which was planned by us. Of course, the other side was the culprit.
"Spartacus! Help me open a path, I want to get close to Dong Xi! Or you can cover my shooting." In the blink of an eye, I saw Deng without his mask, and he was working with several soldiers to kill the enemy. This made me want to use his help to open a bloody path and eliminate all obstacles to my killing of Dong Xi.
"Form a Spartan battle formation!" I didn't expect his voice to be so loud, or maybe it was too easy to recognize. He only shouted once, and soon many of his warriors surrounded me. They formed a triangle, with the outermost row holding huge shields and short swords, and the people inside surrounded me. One corner of the triangle faced the big flag with the word "Dong", and on the corner was Spartacus.
"Spartan!" Deng was the first to give the command.
"Yo!" Everyone responded, and at the same time the battle team began to move forward in an orderly manner.
"Spartan!" "Yo!"... Under such protection, I calmed down, drew my bow and arrow, aimed at the flag, and waited for the right opportunity to shoot.
Time was passing, but Dong Xi was always blocked by others. People in the Spartan formation began to fall, but once one fell, the people around me would immediately take his place.
We can't delay any longer! If we continue to fight, our losses will grow. If the master is frustrated, those cavalrymen will not chase the master, but come back to help Dong Xi, and we will be in a more passive position. Thinking of this, the bowstring sounded and the arrow was shot. Someone in the group of people under his command immediately fell off the horse. In fact, I didn't aim at anyone. I just knew that if I shot an arrow with all my strength, I would definitely hit someone.
I immediately took out another arrow and shot it again. Then, like crazy, I shot one arrow after another at the bottom of the flag.
The arrows are gone! There is no doubt that the arrows are gone, and the quiver is empty. It's like my shooting method, so what if I don't shoot all the arrows.
It would be great if Dong Xi was shot to death! But the giant man who looked like he was riding a dog appeared in front of me.
I held the bow and yelled, "Arrow! I only want one arrow!"
No one answered me, they all held shields and short swords. No one had arrows, and they were still fighting the enemies outside the formation, while those inside the formation were ready to replace those who fell.
It's all my fault. I was the commander-in-chief! I saw that guy commanding the cavalry to attack from just ten steps away, but he seemed so helpless.
"Spartacus, make way for me!" I gave my final order.
The Spartan battle formation stopped and opened a gap next to Spartacus. I rushed directly towards Dong Xi from here.
On the way, I broke a man's ribs because when I passed by him, I heard the crisp sound of his entire body as I swung the Heavenly Wolf. I knocked away the weapons of two people who were blocking me, and one of them still had his hand on the weapon that flew out. Dong Xi probably knew what I was going to do when he saw me. He began to retreat and rode his horse diagonally towards the flat ground on the slope. I followed behind him, holding the Heavenly Wolf in my left hand, waiting for the opportunity to kill him with one blow.
Suddenly he pulled his horse to the right, and then the whole horse turned around. I watched him pass by him, but Tianlang was on my side, and his horse came up and was behind me in an instant! I even heard the sound of the big knife chopping the wind.
I didn't know if I was in time, but I was risking my life. As my upper body turned, the wolf's fangs swept backwards.
Everything is over. At least I feel relieved. I hit him on the neck with my sword and his knife hit me on the right side.
I turned around with my horse and saw Deng and several soldiers running towards us. Deng cut off Dong Xi's head with a knife, then jumped onto Dong Xi's horse, held up his head, and shouted behind Dong's army.
"Leave Chen Ou and Jiang Zheng here. Pay attention to the alert and clean up the battlefield, and rescue the wounded. The others continue to pursue." I returned to the battle formation, looked at the retreating Dong Zhuo army, and gave everyone the planned orders. However, there were a few things that were not originally in the plan, so I added them in: "Spartacus troops go back to rest, I have a task for you. And... The following command is handed over to you, Brother Chen Liang. I will go back to see how the plan is executed. I'll trouble you here."
"Got it." Chen Liang bowed to me, then turned around and said, "Chase!" Then he patted my shoulder before leaving and said, "It's okay. It's your first time. You've done a good job."
"Thank you, Brother Wendong." Although I tried my best to act as if nothing had happened, I knew that Brother Wendong had guessed what I was thinking.
"Why did you let me stay and do this?" Jiang Zheng, who had never had a chance to fight, was obviously full of complaints.
"Okay, I'll let my sister-in-law come back to replace you."
"Then forget it."
Deng's army suffered heavy losses. Many of them had one leg bone broken because the horses' hooves trampled on their legs and their greaves could not hold up their shins. Yet they managed to fight to the end on one leg. Some even had both legs broken, so they lay on the ground, and together with them lay the soldiers whose faces were crushed.
The lightest one had his arm dislocated, but he was still cursing.
"The other horses in the first row all jumped over, but the one in front of me was so stupid that it bumped into my gun barrel."
He tore open the clothes in front of him, looked over his right shoulder, and cursed again: "Damn it."
I didn't see the injury on his shoulder, but I saw the tadpoles on his collar and I asked Den about it.
"Julius means the god of wind there, his last name." This was Deng's answer. I repeated it a few times. Their pronunciation was different from ours. I didn't know how his tongue moved. I never thought that people could make such strange sounds.
"I should grow my hair long in the future, like you." He pointed at the ponytail on the back of my head.
"Why?" I found it very strange.
"Don't you know why he missed the target even though he was so close?"
"Did my hair brush him?" Smart people don't need to ask more questions. I don't think I'm that stupid.
"Eyes," he added.
After entering the city, Deng wanted to take his people back to his camp. I suggested that they go to see the master's wife. He and his people have a doctor, and I have the best.
The master's wife immediately became busy. There was a long queue outside and Qing was the last one in line. He claimed that as a Spartan it didn't matter and he could wait, but the others had to get their legs straightened quickly, otherwise they would be crippled for the rest of their lives.
I asked Shang Deng to come to the tower with me to discuss. He didn't seem to be injured, and he didn't even look tired. Along the way, I asked him some topics that I was very interested in, because if it wasn't for them, we would have been in a difficult battle long ago. We wouldn't just be waiting for the victory of the pursuit like now.
"Your method," I used the Sirius to indicate the movements of their method of defeating cavalry, "is very strange. I've never heard of it before. You use people as tripwires."
"That's the creation of the Spartans." He smiled and pointed at the sturdy man with a puffed-up look at the back of the team.
"You call yourselves Spartans? Is the name Spartan derived from your last name?"
"No, none of them. There are so many of us, and we are from different tribes. That guy is a Spartan."
"Then how did you get together?" This is the key, what I have always wanted to ask.
"That's a long time ago. My ancestor probably lived about 250 years ago, right? He was a warrior of the Sereis tribe, Sereis, Se... Sereis, yes, that's the pronunciation. Later, the Romans invaded us Sereis, and we were defeated and incorporated into the territory of Rome. My ancestor Spartacus was captured and sold to Rome to become a gladiator slave. Gladiator slaves, you don't understand, gladiator, gladiator, you understand, it's gladiator slaves, fighting and killing each other for the entertainment of those nobles, it's definitely not like Qing and I who just play and train; every time my father told me this, he was very excited. Spartacus secretly organized a lot of gladiator slaves, and they acted together on a stormy night and escaped. Starting from Mount Vesuvius, they began to resist the almost omnipotent Roman Empire at that time. Spartacus had absolutely outstanding leadership. Spartacus had great command and military talent. He almost reached Rome. Unfortunately, his team split several times and was weakened. Rome sent many armies from his other conquered territories (provinces) to suppress him. In the last decisive battle with the then consul Crassus, Spartacus's slave army was annihilated and he died in the battle. However, before the battle, he had anticipated the final result. He hired merchants to send all the old people, women, children, and his wife and daughter across the sea (Adriatic Sea) on a ship. He didn't know that his wife had his son in her body. When his son was born, his wife held up his son and cried across the sea... "Although I have been restraining myself, I still feel excited when I land here. Although his story is simple, I still feel the presence of a peerless hero. "Spartacus, we not only have a daughter, but we also have a son named Spartacus. Did you see that? From then on, our family name became Spartacus. Unfortunately, we still couldn't get rid of the Romans on the east side of the sea. Soon, our people were forced to migrate again. Among us are Sessians, Gauls, Syracuse, Greeks, Sardinians, and Romans. You may not understand what I am talking about. Forget it... We kept going north, leaving the Roman border and gaining the freedom that Spartacus had dreamed of all his life. Unfortunately, the price of freedom was too high, because there was no one living there, there was nothing, only long winters and wild beasts in the forest. Without young and strong men, we could hardly survive, and many people died on this road to freedom. Later, we kept migrating, and on a mountain next to the Roman border, we ran into our young ancestor Julius and his people. After their homeland was conquered by the Romans, he led the Spartans who had not died in the battle here, and we finally settled down there for a while. The bravery of the Spartans and their various combat skills and tactics enabled them to repel several attacks by the Romans, but there were too many Roman troops, and finally, at the persuasion of our people, we began our long journey together. Some people joined us on the way, especially at the southern end of the Bōs Plateau, where we assisted the Amazons who were attacked by the Roman legions. You may not believe it, but that tribe was made up of women, and they all used javelins and bows and arrows The Romans were good at fighting, but unfortunately there were too many Roman troops. Although they had our help, they still suffered heavy casualties and finally left their homes with us. At first, they were not used to being with so many men, but after many battles with the Roman pursuers, they established a deep relationship with us. During that period, many Spartan men married Amazon women. Finally, we came to the Parthian Kingdom. The king was a good man. He took in our entire tribe and treated us well. It took us seventeen years from Rome to Parthia! My ancestor also grew from a baby to a brave and skilled warrior. The Roman army went on an expedition to Parthia. Because Spartacus' son had extraordinary military talent, he was elected as the military leader. Together with the Parthians, he fought against the Romans. He designed to let the proud Romans go deep into the desert alone, and annihilated all the Romans in one fell swoop with the Parthians, capturing more than 6,000 people. "At this point, Deng's mood improved again, and I was slightly relieved from the depression. "When the commander was captured and escorted back, Spartacus' wife saw him on the road and immediately exclaimed 'Crassus'. Because she was once Crassus's slave. The judgment of Zeus finally fell on his head. My ancestor asked the King of Parthia for permission and killed the enemy who killed his father with his own hands. Because of this battle, the King of Parthia valued my ancestor very much and betrothed his daughter to him. Our clan settled there as the king's relatives. Later, it was discovered that many of the prisoners of war were indigenous people of the various conquered territories of Rome. Therefore, because of the relationship with my ancestors, these people were not executed or sold as slaves, but slowly joined our big clan. It would have ended like this, but unfortunately, the old king suddenly died of illness and did not designate an heir. The Parthian Kingdom fell into chaos. Because my ancestor also had the possibility of inheritance, our clan was attacked by other princes and princesses of various clans. My ancestor was forced to lead the entire clan out of the Parthian Kingdom again and entered the Western Regions Protectorate of your Han Dynasty. Your protector treated us very well and let us do it ourselves. Choose a place to settle down. But you have so many people. Wherever there is an oasis, there are people. We had tens of thousands of people at that time. We often stayed in this place for ten years and were driven away by one of your vassal states. We also fought many wars with them for water and land. We found that our number was too small compared to yours, and there was no way to make up for it. So we entered that mountain and lived a nomadic life. Fortunately, there was abundant water and grass there, but we couldn’t grow much food. After staying like this for a few years, we had to find another place to graze. We really wanted a place where we could settle down and not have to roam around without a fixed place. There was a severe drought the year before last and a plague last year. There were less than 20,000 people left in my tribe, and my father died of illness. I continued to lead the entire tribe and finally settled down in that valley. There was a war again, and the general who came was a murderer and arsonist. We are very grateful for your tip-off, but we can’t hide anymore. We have hidden from one end of this mountain to the other. We have nowhere to hide. "
"Where are your cattle, sheep, and horses?"
"We are still in the col. Someone is watching over us. If we win, we will go back."
"No need to go back." I extended the invitation.
"Why?"
"Are we bound to lose?" He obviously misunderstood me.
"No, I will give you a place to live, believe me. I am Xie Zhi, the Marquis of Ping'an Fengyun, and you still don't believe me?" I didn't know if I was too confident in my abilities, but after hearing about their experiences, I thought about giving them a good place to live, and I also wanted to use their methods to train our army.
"What is Ping An Feng Yun Hou?" His answer almost made me fall down.
I spent a long time explaining to him what Ping An Feng Yun Hou meant. He was much smarter, at least compared to some people. He at least understood that this was a very high official title.
He was very happy with my promise to him, and even bowed to me when he dismounted at the north gate, but I didn't know how to return the greeting. So I quickly pulled him up. I thought I must fulfill this, and I must not forget it.
"Your Chinese is good. Although you have an accent, I can understand everything you say. That's where you learned it." When I was climbing up the city wall, I suddenly remembered this.
"What's the matter? There are many Han Chinese in our tribe. My mother is a Han Chinese, but she doesn't look like you. She gave me my name. My mother gave birth to me on the eve of the whole tribe crossing the snow mountain, so my name is Deng. In addition, the language in our tribe has never been unified. It often takes multiple people to relay the meaning for everyone to understand. There are not many people who can write these various characters. In the past two hundred years since we came here, we have often traded with the Han Chinese in exchange for some items. Over time, we all use Chinese. Everyone's language is unified and can be used to record things. Our original language is rarely used. For example, I can only write my own name, and I still use the characters of other tribes. Only a few elders in the tribe can still use our previous characters..."
"Sister, why are you dressed like this?" I shouted in surprise when I saw my sister, because she was also wearing armor.
"Nothing, let's move on to the next step. A loose cloak is not suitable for large-scale military operations. My teacher gave me a pair of sea beast leather armor. Seeing that we have completed the first step, I put it on. Brother, do you think it fits?" Imagine the appearance, just the appearance, the delicate sister wearing a suit of armor and holding a weapon, it is like my Tianlang running in the army, it is really interesting.
"Okay, sister, you are wearing something suitable." I tried my best to control my smile, and then waved to the hero from the far west behind me, "Spartacus, let's discuss some issues."
"Are you brother and sister?" He didn't move, looking a little surprised. It reminded me of Kong Ming, but this one was much bigger and looked more plain, not as "cunning" as Kong Ming. I don't know how Master's Wife and Sister Yun have been tormented by him recently.
"Yeah? You think we are brother and sister? Actually, I don't care." I looked at my sister's reaction, and then immediately. "But we are indeed brother and sister."
"That's not the case." Spartacus said sincerely, "Since yesterday's discussion, I have always believed that you are father and daughter."
(Amazon female warriors, a tribe that existed in the southwest of the Iranian plateau, composed entirely of women, was defeated and destroyed by the Roman army. Historians still dispute its existence.
According to unofficial Brazilian history, Portuguese colonists were attacked by an unknown tribe in the Amazon forest. The tribe consisted of only women, who were good at using bows and arrows. They were severely injured. Later, the Portuguese searched for them for revenge, but never found them.