As for apart from these rational thoughts, does Mi Jing hope that they can maintain such a confused attitude for the rest of their lives, or does he hope that they can realize their own hearts as soon as possible and get through this pain that they themselves are not aware of but are still silently enduring?
Mi Jing: “…”
I don’t know, he is just a monk, why should he think about the problems in the world? *
Early the next morning, the entire army assembled on the grassland.
Just after leaving Yanmen County, Qu Yunmie, in accordance with Xiao Rong's arrangement, distributed a white cloth strip to all soldiers and gave an impromptu speech. Xiao Rong did not see it at that time, but only learned from the letter that the entire army was very excited and wanted to kill a few Xianbei people immediately to add to the fun.
This time, he couldn't send out the white cloth strips. Xiao Rong brought nothing with him except himself, but he didn't have to worry about morale issues.
He just passed by the assembled soldiers and saw that many of them had cloth straps tied around their wrists, some were white, some were blue, and some were black.
Some people washed the ribbons that Qu Yunmie had given them and tied them again. Some people lost their ribbons and tore off a piece of their own to make up the number. Others brought the relics of their dead comrades.
One month into the expedition, 30,000 soldiers of the Zhenbei Army were killed and 8,000 reinforcements were killed. On average, one out of every ten people died forever on this grassland.
Except for the generals whose bodies could be sent back to their hometowns, the rest of the people were buried on the spot after they died. In the remains of ancient battlefields, there are always mass graves of thousands and tens of thousands of people. On top of the piles of bones, flowers bloom year after year. I wonder if they, who have been sleeping for a long time, can still smell this refreshing fragrance. …
Xiao Rong rode his horse to Qu Yunmie and asked him, "Where are the soldiers who died before buried?"
Upon hearing this, Qu Yunmie pointed in a direction: "Under the Bailang Slope on the east side of Canghexing. The terrain there is high and it is outside the Canghexing Pass. Burying there is closer to home and I can continue to look at this grassland and witness the moment when the Xianbei empire is about to collapse."
Xiao Rong also looked back, but his eyesight was not as good as Qu Yunmie's. Even if he tried hard, he could not see where the Canghe Xing that Qu Yunmie mentioned was.
But he knew this place, Canghe Pass, Chanhe Pass, its history is slightly shorter than Yanmen Pass, but it is also one of the famous passes in the history of the Central Plains. Foreign enemies have never stopped coming to the Central Plains, and each pass has its tragic and tragic stories. This is not a good place to rest in peace, but it is the most suitable place for heroes. On the ground, there is the Great Wall that stretches for thousands of miles, and underground, there are thousands of bones of martyrs, watching the soldiers rushing out of the pass and continuing the mission of defending the country from generation to generation.
The Great Wall was not built by just one dynasty. It was built continuously by many dynasties to reach its current size. Today, Canghexing is not a part of the Great Wall. It is just a natural pass due to its own terrain.
As Xiao Rong looked at the place he couldn't see at all, he suddenly had an idea in his mind: he also wanted to build the Great Wall. ...
Build farther and farther out, all the way to the edge of the desert.
But this is not something that can be done on a whim. The map of the Central Plains at that time was relatively small. Some dynasties could expand to more than twice its current size, but those monarchs did not do so. It was not because they had no ambition, but because the grassland people were really untrustworthy. If the grassland was also included, the Great Wall could only be used to guard against countries and nations further north. Once these grassland tribes became disloyal, the Central Plains, which was in a weak period, would be unable to resist at all.
Therefore, if one wants to build the Great Wall, one must first resolve the problem of mutual hostility between the grasslands and the Central Plains.
Xiao Rong lowered his eyelids and put away all the thoughts in his mind. He could think about the future slowly later, but now he should send the soldiers to the battle first.
When he first went to war, Qu Yunmie claimed to have an army of 600,000, but in reality, including the logistics and servants brought by the nobles, there were only 360,000 to 370,000, less than 400,000. Now that so many people have died, he should have reduced the number further, but he didn't, and he still claimed to have 600,000. ...
If you ask him, he will answer with confidence that there have been people coming to Chenliu recently, one is Xiao Rong and the other is Fuzi, these two people are considered new reinforcements to the army.
Xiao Rong: “…”
Buddha: “…”
Don't look down on me. In the king's heart, I am just a soldier with a thousand soldiers, not a horse with ten thousand horses.
After gathering, these 300,000 people went to the place where the two armies were facing each other. The Xianbei people there were already ready for battle. The Xianbei general was sitting on his horse, holding his horse sword tightly in his hand. Xiao Rong followed him to the front line, but he was protected by a large number of guards at the back. Now, all military advisors who follow him into battle are treated like this. The Xianbei people could at most recognize that he was a military advisor, but could not recognize anything else.
Xiao Rong missed Song Suo a little at this time. If Song Suo was in the military camp, he would definitely join in the fun. He would not be like a Buddhist who would stay in the military camp and chant sutras when the war was over, and then go out to pray for the souls of the dead. ...
But I have to say it's good to have him around. At least when he's chanting, those soldiers who are very sad because of the loss of their comrades can feel some comfort.
In this situation, Xiao Rong would not be disappointed and think about whether this would increase the number of Buddhists in the Zhenbei Army. The most important thing was to survive, no matter what they believed in.
No one wanted to chat with him, so Yu Shaoxie went to the other side to see Yu Shaocheng off. Xiao Rong didn't know these guards very well, so he could only stretch his neck and try hard to see how the Xianbei people were dressed.
Xiao Rong had always thought that the Xianbei people were similar to the Qiang people, as they all had hairstyles that seemed very strange to people in the Central Plains. However, there seemed to be nothing special about this group of Xianbei people. Except for some Donghu characteristics in their clothing, their hairstyles were similar to those of people in the Central Plains.
Because at that time, the Murong tribe still ruled the country. The Murong tribe admired the culture of the Central Plains and had been learning how to integrate into the Central Plains since the first day they came to power. Of course, the next step of integration was to swallow up the Central Plains. ... But no matter what, at least they looked much more pleasing to the eye than the Yuwen tribe. The Murong tribe could at least pretend to be a beast in human clothing, but when the Yuwen tribe appeared, the people of the Central Plains only had two words left in their minds: beast.
After scanning these enemy troops, it was difficult to tell which nationality they were from with the eyes of the Central Plains, Xiao Rong looked at the burly general who was standing in the front with a huge long sword in his hand.
Xiao Rong blinked silently. He felt that the knife was about two meters long, one meter was the blade and the other meter was the handle.
Long and heavy weapons can always give people a strong sense of oppression, such as Qu Yunmie's Xueyinchou Spear and the slashing/horse/dagger in the general's hand.
So this is the great general of the Xianbei, a Murong noble who has been raiding south since he was a teenager. Not only is he good at fighting, but he is also surprisingly lucky. The Xianbei nobles like to go to the battlefield themselves, so their casualty rate is much better than that of the Central Plains nobles. Everyone else died, but he was still alive. If this is not luck, then what is it? …
Xiao Rong looked at his head, then lowered his eyes.
It's a bit big, I don't want it anymore. ...
There were no more challenges or speeches. The two sides looked at each other with hatred for a while, and then Qu Yunmie and Murong Yu gave the order to charge at the same time. The horses' hooves trampled down countless dry grasses, and the roars of hundreds of thousands of people formed an overwhelming force.
The guards protected Xiao Rong as they retreated. At first, Xiao Rong could still see Qu Yunmie fighting with other soldiers, but later he could not see anything because Qu Yunmie had already led his troops to the front.
Xiao Rong: “…” Liar.
They advanced two miles on the first day, which frightened the Xianbei emperor so much that he almost agreed to the advice of those cowardly nobles and ran away.
On the second day, the Zhenbei Army only advanced half a mile because Qu Yunmie was injured again. He fell off his horse. Everyone around him went to rescue him. The Xianbei people could even hear his screams filled with pain: "No, let me go. I will kill them all!!!"
But no one listened to him. The King of Zhenbei was injured again, and the Zhenbei Army had to withdraw its troops. When the Xianbei people heard the news, their confidence suddenly returned.
It seems that even though Qu Yunmie is not dead, his combat power has been greatly weakened. Great, they can still be saved! ...
As the army moved forward, the tents naturally had to move forward as well. Xiao Rong sat by the stove and warmed his hands. After warming them up, he raised his eyelids and looked at Qu Yunmie.
The latter was holding his Chilong sword and sharpening the blade. He could not go out while pretending to be sick, so he could only vent his energy in this way.
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