Big Han Weiyang

I waved my sleeves heavily.

Densely packed iron arrows flew towards the tower below the city tower overwhelmingly.

Seven or eight rebels fell off their horses one after another.

But facing Gouli Lake, the rain of arrows fell beside him, none of them hit.Just as he and the rest of the rebels were about to flee the range, an arrow shot through the air.

The rain of arrows scattered all around instantly gave the illusion of slowing down, as if it had become its foil.

This arrow was like a thrown spear, nailed hard on the back of Juli Lake.

The huge momentum caused him to roll off the horse.

There is also the reverberation of the bowstring vibrating in the ear.I turned my head and saw Guo Sheren quickly nodding his arrow a second time, aiming at Juli Lake, which barely got up from the dust and looked miserable and dilapidated.

Although the distance was too far, he could tell from his movements that he was covering his mouth and coughing hard, blood staining his fingers.

Guo Sheren drew his bowstring to the full moon before shooting. A group of Xiongnu elite soldiers came out from the Hu camp.

The leading middle-aged man bent down and picked up Juli Lake, and then turned his horse back, swift as the wind.At this moment, the arrow roared towards it, piercing deeply into the place where Juli Lake was just now, and the arrow feathers kept trembling.

Missed opportunity.

Captain Zhao looked at my expression and comforted me: "Your Highness, don't be angry and blame yourself. It's not His Highness's fault that Juli Lake doesn't know what is good or bad. Besides, he has already killed many Huns for us. Now he is seriously injured. Seeing that we are about to die, how can we deal with us in turn?"

Army Sima also came over to smooth things over: "Hahaha, that's exactly the case, the Huns only picked up a sick seedling and went back, so it's still a profit for us."

I smiled at them.These days of living together and dying together, we already have a friendship.It's no longer the indifferent look it used to be.

In fact, before this, the Huns had invaded Yanmen many times.As a result, the city wall was scarred and bruised, and it was repaired and collapsed, and it was collapsed and repaired. Some collapsed places had not had time to repair, and the next attack was ushered in.

In addition, in the customs city at the border, Han merchants and the Huns continued to communicate.No one knows how many spies of the Huns there are in the county.It is extremely difficult to defend the Huns outside the city gate.

Moreover, there is not much food left in the county, and we can't wait any more than the Huns.It's better to take the initiative to attack and kill some barbarians, so as to share the pressure for the defenders of the city gate.

So when the city gate was crumbling in the afternoon, in order to restore morale, several generals and I all went into battle.

I was so bloody on the battlefield that I didn't realize it. I didn't realize it until I returned to the city. Although Han Shuo and Guo Sheren were desperately guarding me, I was still shot by an arrow in my left shoulder, and there were many bruises and wounds on my chest and back. I can't lift my shoulders.

In retrospect, the arrow wound on the left shoulder should have been shot when he was in a daze when he was face to face with the Xiongnu commander Wanqi.At that time, Wan Qichang rode a horse and faced me far away, separated by more than a dozen soldiers.

He laughed and said in nonsense: "His Royal Highness, thank you for sending back my nephew, the eldest grandson of King Zuo Xian. He was well-educated by you. Wait a minute, I thank you on behalf of King Zuo Xian."

With that bronze belt buckle, I guessed that Julihu was not an ordinary person, but he turned out to be the eldest grandson of Zuo Xianwang?

I calmly raised the arrow to aim.

The crossbow arrow shot out, he tilted his head to avoid it, laughed and drove away.

When returning to the meeting hall to bandage the wounds, count the number of people and reduce the number of officials from thirty to twenty.Some of those who were not present were killed in battle, and some were seriously injured and could not move.

Inquiring how much combat power was left, I learned that the Han army had only 6000 men left, and in four days, it was almost half lost.The Huns still had at least [-] people.

Yanmen is not strong enough for us to fight to the last man.As long as the number of the Han army is less than [-], the Huns can drive straight in.Therefore, tomorrow will be the last battle.We have two choices: wait to die inside the city, or fight and die outside the city.But the result is death.

Captain Hu smiled wryly and said in a low voice: "If I knew it earlier, I would have escaped with Juli Lake. I'm afraid there is still a way to survive."

"Bullshit! Coward!" General Qian, who was bare-chested, let his personal guards wrap a bandage around his bloody waist. When he heard this, he fell off the wine jar: "So many of my subordinates have died, and the deputy general is also dead. Tomorrow I must kill him to make enough money, there are good companions on the road to the Underworld!"

General Qian has always been at odds with me both openly and secretly, but he is absolutely unambiguous in the fight against Hu.

I ordered everyone to go back to their rooms to sleep and recharge their batteries for tomorrow.

Chou Shi was woken up by Han Shuo.It turned out that the head of the Huns shot in from the city just now was General Qian.He was not angry that the Huns killed his subordinates, so he led his troops to attack him, but was defeated and killed.

The Huns shouted outside, explaining that the two counties would be wiped out every day.

He also said... Han said hesitantly.

I gave him a strange look, and he confided in a low voice that the Huns even said that only the crown prince was reluctant to be killed, and they wanted to take him back to serve as Shanyu's servant.

I reckoned that they definitely didn't use such a common word as valet, but I didn't want to embarrass myself, so I didn't ask.

At the same time, the Huns burned the houses in the north of the county with arrows with kerosene.I can hear the sad cries all over the house.

Morale and popular support have been so low that they have to be inspired.

I asked Sang Hongyang and Han to call up all the people and soldiers.

At midnight, everyone is here.Jun Cheng built a crude altar in the middle of the open space.The cold wind was fierce, and the torch was burning fiercely in the dim moonlight.

The dilapidated blue-tiled houses in the surrounding area were all empty, and there was a group of numb and depressed people under the stage.Their clothes were torn, their hair was disheveled, their bodies were covered in blood, and their faces were sallow.

The eyes of tens of thousands of people gradually focused on me, making the surroundings seem even more empty and deserted.As if I was the only one in this world.

"I think everyone already knows that the Huns will launch a general attack tomorrow, but no reinforcements can come to help us." I stood in the center wearing a cloak.The sound is not loud, but because of the altar, it can be transmitted to every corner.

Among the silent crowd, weeping could be heard faintly.

"Perhaps someone else knows that the road being excavated will be opened the day after tomorrow. If the widow leads troops to hide for a while, there may be a chance to escape from there."

The atmosphere became more and more gloomy.

"Tomorrow, the Huns will step on the corpses of the soldiers and rush in, trample the arable land developed by your ancestors for generations, take away your old horses, your property, and burn your house built brick by brick, ready to live with your family for a lifetime. houses, they will insult your wives, kill your children, and destroy everything about you!"

More and more people began to cover their faces and cry.

Han said he looked over worriedly.

"But the widow recalled the craftsman who opened the way, because the widow did not intend to escape alone."

The crying in the audience gradually stopped.

"The widow can promise nothing to you. We have no reinforcements, no food, no weapons. After tomorrow, we will never see the next sun rise."

silence.Thousands of pairs of eyes looked at me blankly again.

"Everyone knows that the Huns will not spare any Han Chinese."

Deathly silence.However, the eyes of the people gradually changed from lifelessness to helplessness, and from helplessness to resentment.

"Avoiding doesn't do anything, defending doesn't do anything, hiding doesn't do anything."

"The only thing we can do is to attack! It is to attack! Yanmen does not only have 4 soldiers, plus you, we have [-]! Whether it is women, children, or old people. You are all warriors of the great man!"

People held their breath.

"Killing a Hun is not living this life in vain! Cutting a Hun, holding a Hun for a moment, or even punching them, kicking them, and spitting at them, it proves our blood. Life is not in vain!"

The hearts of the people seemed to be connected at this moment.

"Under the Nine Springs, when we met our ancestors, we can say that we died facing the grassland and turning our backs to the big man! We didn't flinch or fear until we died!"

Confused heart, firm up.

"We stand upright in this life! We are not ashamed of our own country and our own family! We can proudly say that we are Han Chinese!"

"Han! Han! Han! Han! Han!" Everyone roared under the altar.The breath and heartbeat of the people are intertwined for the first time.The voice was deafening, containing their painful waiting these days, the fear of death, the resentment of being invaded for many years, and the blood feud from their ancestors to the present.

The sound was like thunder.

I pressed my palm falsely, and the voice gradually died down.

"Tomorrow, let us die generously together!"

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!" shouted from under the altar.This word that they have been afraid of since they were born, seems to have become a word that inspires people's fighting spirit in an instant.

I picked up a sea bowl and asked Han Shuo to pour the wine.

Several personal guards served bowls to the nearest row of people, carried a jar of wine and poured it from beginning to end.

I raise the wine bowl.

The common people scattered the ashes of despair on their faces, and looked at me with burning eyes.

"The only thing I can promise is that tomorrow, I will die with you!"

There was a moment of silence under the stage.In the dense night, the swaying fire light illuminated the faces of the people vividly.

The words of Emperor Jing's sacrifice to the gods when he was young suddenly reappeared in his ears.

I picked up the bowl.

"Here I am, I pray, the emperor and the land, the gods of the four directions, protect me, the great man, and the mountains and rivers will last forever!" The voice echoed.

I looked at the flames reflected in the eyes of the people and the Han army.

Just like Queen Mother Dou said.What I ignite for them is not a flame, but a belief that enables them to face death and fight the Huns.

I spilled the wine in the bowl.Han said to pour wine again.

I pointed to the north: "Tomorrow, the widow will stand on the tower! Look at my sons and daughters of a man, fighting to the last drop of blood! Look at my sons and daughters of a man, bravely dying! I will live and die with you!"

The wine poured down his throat and spilled all over his body.I slammed the bowl on the ground.

"Your Highness!"

The people in the first row gulped down the wine and dropped the bowl: "I wish to live and die with His Highness!"

"Live and die together! Live and die together! Live and die together!" the people roared.

Then the second row of people stepped forward, drinking and throwing bowls.

I step down.Read them one by one.They patted their shoulders one by one.Passing by a young girl, she still combed a bun, with a green face and bright eyes.

"Okay," I said, "Heroine."

The people knelt down in front of me row by row.I walked past them slowly and returned to the mansion.

Before he stopped, there seemed to be something wrong with the voice outside the door.I recruited Han to talk about what was going on.

"Your Highness, it is said that some people's children are too young to go to the battlefield, and they can't bear to see them being tortured and killed by the Huns, so they would rather do it themselves and let them go safely."

I closed my eyes heavily, as if I smelled thick blood.

Walking out of the house, several couples were arguing on the road.The man held the child, the woman chased and scolded, and finally the two sat together and cried bitterly.

"You guys, why is this..." I couldn't bear to say.

"Your Highness, this is my son. How can I have the heart to kill him, but how can I have the heart to see him being killed by the Huns tomorrow." The strong man knelt in front of me and cried bitterly.

The old man next to him shook his head and said, "His Royal Highness is only 15 years old, and he hasn't had time to become an adult yet, but he wants to be with us ordinary people... oh..."

The couple stood up with their baby in their arms: "Your Highness, we don't know what to say at this moment. We are grateful for everything you have done for us, and we want to see you become a great emperor. But... there is only It's tomorrow. Your Highness will come to our house to have a sip of porridge, and let us do our part, shall we?"

The eyes of the two of them looked over, as if they regarded me as their beloved nephew.

I nodded: "Okay."

Under the escort of Han Shuo and others, I came to their house, and the woman took the porridge out of a porcelain bowl, and wiped the rim of the bowl with her sleeve before serving it out.

I took a sip lightly.Seeing them smile with tears in their eyes.

"Your Highness, come to our house to have some porridge too." Such voices came and went.

The next day, Yanmen opened its gates to the surprised eyes of the Huns.The cavalry and infantry came out in order, followed by countless people who were desperate to die.

"Remember, the widow is behind you and will always be with you. Until the last moment, don't let the widow see you turning around. Go."

Under the steel armor, the Han soldiers were lifeless.However, there is also a kind of tenacity that sees death as home.

I don't know how many hours later, the Huns and the Han people saw each other, and I don't know who devoured whom and who swallowed whom.

The sound of war drums beat in my heart.The drummer fell, and a steady stream of people took the drumsticks.

The charge intensified.

Those who raised their shields to block my arrows also fell one by one.

There are fewer and fewer Han Chinese.

In the end, Han said, walking up to me: "Your Highness, I'm leaving too."

He is dressed in white armor today, handsome and heroic.But I recalled his appearance in Weiyang Palace.

At that time, he often wore a brown red trimmed deep coat, combed his horns, his small face was white and plump like a peach, his pupils were as clear as a glass ball, and he always shouted in a childish voice: "Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness!" Your Highness."

I touched his face to confirm that he was still the little boy he was back then.

Han said to one knee on the ground: "Your Highness, the armor is on, and I am sorry that I cannot fully salute today."

I gave him a smile: "Go. The widow will keep watching you. Until you fall, or the widow falls."

There are thousands of words in his heart, but he can't express the slightest at this time.

Han said that he bowed deeply, and then stood up.

Under the city, riding a white horse and leading a group of Han sergeants, they were submerged in the flood of Huns.Silently.

Look at the sky, it is already afternoon.

October is approaching, the winter wind has arrived, and the clouds are like lead.

The Han army is about to be exhausted, it's almost time, I think.

The horses of the Xiongnu cavalry suddenly foamed at the mouth and collapsed one after another.This gave the Han army a breathing space.The two sides began to be evenly matched.

Then, heavy horseshoes sounded in the city.

"Reinforcements are coming, reinforcements are coming!" the Han army cheered.

Several Han generals wearing brand-new armor led nearly [-] elite cavalry into the battlefield.

Finally caught up.My mind, which had been tense for a few days, relaxed.

Waiting quietly for the evening, the fighting stopped.Only the Han people were left alive in the field.And those Han generals led troops to chase the fleeing Huns.

Han soldiers and common people stood in the middle of layers of dead bodies, not knowing how to greet victory.

I walked down the tower and came to them.The generals rushed up to congratulate me.

I smiled and listened to what they had to say, then ordered Sang Hongyang to clean up the battlefield, arrange the soldiers and civilians, and try to let everyone have a mouthful of hot porridge and a mouthful of hot water.

Then let them celebrate and leave alone with their guards.

Stepping over piles of corpses.His cheeks were suddenly cold, and when he looked up, there was heavy snow falling in the sky.Snowflakes gently fell on the battlefield, covering the ground with blood.

"Your Highness." Someone seemed to be chasing him from behind.

I wrapped my cloak tightly and walked towards the mansion.In front of the city gate, Liu Rong was wearing a green fox fur and holding an umbrella, as if he was waiting for me.

I walked over to him and smiled at him, the two were almost touching, but finally passed by.In the corner of the eye, only a blue shadow remained.

The chamber was empty.

Everyone thought we wouldn't come back alive.So the curtains were drawn but not drawn, and the braziers were not lit.In the ambiguous dark blue light, I walked to the main seat and sat down tiredly.

Almost fell asleep.

Vaguely saw a person wearing armor coming in.

"Your Highness." He called softly.Sitting under the couch, the armor made a clang when it fell to the ground.

I hummed and closed my eyes.He rested his head carefully on my lap.

This year's first snow fell to the ground quietly.