Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 1157 Indomitable

The sunset is gorgeous and beautiful. The noisy and noisy battlefield gradually calmed down, except for some sporadic wild dogs and carrion crows that sprang out of nowhere, and were tirelessly rummaging through the corpses. Most places have returned to tranquility.

  The captured Qiang people were stripped clean, were driven together naked, and locked in a huge temporary wooden cage.

  People are like this, they don’t feel how much they cherish when they have it, and they regret it when they lose it, even if it is a dilapidated leather robe.

  The same is true for Li Guan.

Li Guan, who had lost his home and relatives, regretted how stupid and ridiculous the words and thoughts he used to let himself go from time to time. At the beginning, he gritted his teeth and expressed his desire to leave home and be independent and no longer subject to any jurisdiction. Now it has come true. However, There was no joy, only boundless pain.

**** it…

  For Li Guan, the one to be damned is not Li Guan himself, but these Qiang people.

The Qiang people were stripped of their robes, as if they had pried open their fierce shell, each and every one was obedient like sheep waiting to be slaughtered, they didn't even dare to lift their heads, only occasionally terrified with terrified little eyes looking around...

  Li Guan stood outside the wooden cage with a vicious and ferocious expression, but after grinding his teeth, he still ordered: "Give these Qiang dogs a pile, no, two piles of fire... just don't freeze to death..."

According to Li Guan's own thinking, he really wanted to kill all the surrendered Qiang people directly to vent his hatred, but since he has taken refuge in Fei Qian now, Fei Qian's will must be put first. Since General Zhengxi, no, Fei Qian, who will soon be General Hussars, said that it would be useful to keep these Qiang people, then no matter how much Li Guan wanted to get pleasure from the blood of Qiang people, he had to endure it.

  Because this is Li Guan's only value in front of Fei Qian.

Unlike most of the children of the Guanzhong gentry, the others also have some manor land tenants, no matter how poor they are, there are also some family members. However, Li Guan has no other resources except for a dozen or so guards. Grab Fei Qian's thigh, is it still waiting for Fei Qian to come and beg him?

Since Fei Qian wants to use Qiang people, although Li Guan doesn't know what Fei Qian will use them for, but he should beat the Qiang people in advance, grind these originally rebellious guys, and let them know some rules that they should have. Li Guan thought it was his responsibility.

  It is not a good minion to order everything from the master. Li Guan was originally used to order others, but now he wants to become a person who is used to being ordered by others, so he naturally understands the key. Only Zheng Xi, no, General Hussars can use it easily, and he is used to it, so Li Guan can be used again. A chance to rise from the ground up...

  For this goal, even if Li Guan gave everything, he would not hesitate.

  Although Li Guan didn't have much to give.

   What Li Guan did, Fei Qian stood on the top of the wall, so naturally he could see it.

   Regarding the current misery of the Qiang people, Fei Qian didn't have much opinion. The reason why the Qiang people are in this situation is only because they were defeated, it's as simple as that.

  Similarly, if the Han people were defeated, then the experience of the Han people must be even more tragic.

   So what about the next war?

  Who will win and who will lose?

"The Duke is dead..." Pang Tong walked over wrapped in a cloak, cupped his hands, and even his head seemed to be buried in the thick fur of the collar of the cloak, as if to resist the cold wind at night in spring , the tone was a little dull, a little indifferent, and he said slowly, as if he was chatting about the dog of Ah San Ah Si.

"Why?" Fei Qian had just taken over the situation, with a myriad of clues and complicated things, and he hadn't had time to pay attention to the matters of the Zhong family. It was just that he had heard that the Zhong family and his son were fighting to the death on the city, so it was not insulting the blood of Guan Zhong. The name of bravery.

"I'm getting old, and I was poisoned by the fire before the battle..." Pang Tong said, "A certain person has sent a team of soldiers in the name of a prince to protect the Zhong family... Well, I don't know what elegy do you think? should?"

"Do you have any suggestions?" Fei Qian nodded. A team consists of fifty people. The size of a team is the same as the number of private guards in the headquarters of the general school lieutenant. Therefore, Pang Tong deployed without prior notice. , is also the scope of authority, a normal thing, and this is also an attitude to express Feiqian to the Zhong family, which can be reassuring and a good job.

  But Fei Qian was a little curious about what Pang Tong would say about Chong Shao.

Elegy, also known as Elegy, is actually a posthumous title, which originated in the Western Zhou Dynasty. It was originally one or two words that were extremely concise, so they were called Ci. However, later people felt that one or two words could not fully express themselves. The elegant demeanor became longer and longer, and finally became an elegiac couplet in later generations...

Posthumous titles, one is officially finalized, that is, it will be written in the history, called official posthumous titles, and the other, just like Pang Tong's, is a folk evaluation of a certain person, called it For private posthumous posthumous posthumous titles, this is basically the same as the situation in later generations. Officials give official posthumous titles, and folks have their own private evaluations.

   It's just like Fei Qian's current level, the posthumous title sent must be considered to be of some weight...

   "The words Zhuang and Ping can be..." Pang Tong snorted in his cloak.

   "Zhuang, Ping..." Fei Qian also smiled, and said, "It's also possible... the dead are the greatest, that's all..."

   "Since the Duke of Zhong died, if you are free, you still have to go to mourn one or two..." Pang Tong said slowly, "At present, the gentry in Guanzhong have nothing to rely on, and it is time to win over..."

   Feiqian nodded, stood on the city with his hands behind his back, looked into the distance and said, "Condolences are also necessary, but how about a win over...for the time being... there are more important things to do now..."

  Pang Tong followed Fei Qian's gaze, saw Li Guan standing beside the wooden cage with his teeth and claws open, and said, "A poor family?"

Although it is said to change the status quo of some gentry, it does not mean that they will come up with knives and guns. They will kill each other when they see one, with a fierce look on their faces, holding the banner that all disobedient ones will perish, and they will fight with all the gentry To fight to the end, but to divide by interests, it is best to use the gentry to do it yourself.

   Fear will certainly frighten a group of cowards, but once people overcome the mentality of fear, they will become stronger than before, and it will be less easy to succumb to fear...

   Otherwise, Bald Qiang would have won already.

  If you are rigid, you will get tired easily, but if you are soft, you will last for a long time.

   Then it is the right time to use a dilapidated family like Li Guan. The old signboard of the Zhong family fell down, and at a time when people were panicking, the banner of Zhengxi was naturally very attractive to these poor families.

   "No..." Fei Qian smiled, and said directly, "We need to prevent the plague first..."

   "Huh? Fangwen?" Pang Tong didn't understand for a while, and frowned in confusion.

   "...Spring is here, rainy and gloomy..." Seeing that Pang Tong was puzzled, Fei Qian said, "...do you remember the plague in Guanzhong last year?"

"...Tomorrow, we will clean up the surrounding area, guide the refugees, and collect the corpses. If the soldiers of the Han family die, they will be collected and buried; as for the others, they will be gathered and burned... This is an urgent matter, and it is a top priority..." Fei Qian continued , "...If you ignore it, you will be prone to plague..."

"...There will be a great epidemic in Guanzhong?" Pang Tong couldn't help shaking his body, and said, "If so, it must be put first..." Plague, in the Han Dynasty, was almost impossible for manpower to contend with. It was equivalent to natural disasters. Therefore, even if Pang Tong was intelligent, he was a little shocked when he heard the word plague.

"Well, as for these guys? Let's hang it out first..." Fei Qian flicked the sleeves of his shirt, then walked down the city with his hands behind his back, and said half-jokingly, "The cool breeze on a spring night is a good time to watch the moon and flowers Season... can Shi Yuan have a good time to travel with him?"

   It is said to watch the moon and flowers, but of course it is impossible to really just look at some flowers and the moon.

   Instead, look at a city.

  Doucheng.

  Chang'an City is in the shape of a big dipper in the north and a dipper in the south, so it is jokingly called Doucheng.

   It's just that Chang'an City is no longer beautiful now, without the grace and luxury of the heyday, just like an old woman who is old and pale, and can only guess the beauty of the heyday from the outline.

After Emperor Guangwu, the country's economic and cultural centers gradually concentrated in Luoyang, and Chang'an City was used as the accompanying capital. After Guangwu, these more than a dozen emperors did not really visit Chang'an a few times, so naturally no one would take care to correct it. , It is already good to just maintain it on the surface.

"Gaozu established Changle, Emperor Hui built the city wall, Emperor Wu built Mingguang, and went to the forest. It took nearly a hundred years... Then..." Fei Qian stood on the long street in front of the palace, looking at a corner of Changle Palace, and said slowly, "Then It's gone..."

  Kunming Lake was filled with silt, and Shanglin Garden was gradually encroached from the royal garden, just like the current imperial court in the Eastern Han Dynasty, full of holes.

   "Your Majesty, do you want to open the palace gate?" Huang Xu asked from the side.

   Feiqian shook his head, and said: "It's good to walk around outside, and don't open the palace gate. Just treat it as a courtier who is doing his duty tonight, and is on duty to patrol Changle Palace..."

  Guard the glory of the big man overnight. After dawn, what should be done or what should be done.

  Pang Tong's eyes flickered, and he suddenly said: "In that case, let's hold the flag and line up! Patrol the city!"

  Hearing this, Huang Xu turned to look at Fei Qian.

  Fei Qian thought for a while, sighed, and said, "Forget it, Yi Shiyuan..."

   "Wei!" Huang Xu took the order, then turned around and summoned the soldiers.

   Feiqian glared at Pang Tongtong, and said in a low voice: "A certain person only wanted to look at the scenery, which was regarded as a rest, but you made it into a show... Sigh..."

  Pang Tong laughed twice, and said in a low voice: "What's so interesting about this broken rubble... By the way, what is 'sitting embroidery', sitting embroidery?"

   Feiqian coughed, and said: "Well, it's 'sitting embroidery', sitting and embroidering in public...do you think it's uncomfortable?"

"What's so uncomfortable about embroidery? Don't I think those women embroider almost every day?" Pang Tong suddenly cast his eyes over, looked Fei Qian up and down a few times, and suddenly smiled, "...Understood! It really is 'sitting embroidery' , this word is good, this expression is really good...well, 'sitting embroidery', hahaha..."

  The banner of General Zhengxi was erected high, and the tricolor banners fluttered in the night wind.

  Twenty cavalry in front lined up in two rows, followed by fifty heavy guards, protecting Fei Qian and Pang Tong in the middle, followed by thirty cavalry, pulling out a long queue.

   "The general who conquered the west of the Han Dynasty patrols the city!"

   "Avoid idleness!"

   "I said," Pang Tong said, looking up at the fluttering tricolor flag, swaying on his horseback, "I've always wanted to ask...why do you use three colors?"

"...This..." Fei Qian coughed, rolled his eyelids, and said without changing his expression, "Blue symbolizes the sky, but also symbolizes glory, calmness and endless exploration; cyan symbolizes the earth, and also symbolizes a good harvest , strong and eternal hope; red..."

  The cyan color in the Han Dynasty was not the light color of later generations, but indigo, which was a relatively deep color almost similar to blue-black.

   "Symbolize people? Fire? Blood and battle?" Pang Tong said inferences.

   "Well, um, hehe... So the red is in the middle, which means we are Han people..." Fei Qian smiled and said, "Indomitable! How?"

   "It should be so!" Pang Tong looked at the flag with sparkling eyes and couldn't help but praise, "Tsk tsk, it's amazing, um, it's amazing... Heaven, earth and people..."

   Feiqian laughed twice, and secretly glanced at the tricolor flag. Well, Pang Tong didn’t ask, but he didn’t realize that such a tricolor flag has such a special symbolic meaning...

  Well, I must have thought this way originally, it must be.

"Everyone, do you understand?" Pang Tong suddenly raised his arms high, pointed at the flag, and shouted loudly, "Blue is the sky! Blue is the earth! We were born between the sky and the earth, and we stand up to the sky and the earth." , so as not to disgrace the name of our Han people!"

   "Wei!" Almost at the same time, the soldiers in the queue looked at the three-color flag one after another, subconsciously raised their weapons in salute, and said in unison, "If we stand upright, we will not insult the name of our Han people!"

   "What, I can't hear you!" Pang Tong roared almost self-taught.

   "Indomitable! Fang is not humiliated! We! The name of the Han people!"

  The soldiers guarding the left, right, front and back, even Huang Xu stretched his neck, shouting loudly with his veins exposed.

  The sound was like muffled thunder, rolling across the Changle Palace, galloping towards the west in all directions...

At this time, when they were in a daze, many people in Chang'an City saw that the rioters outside the city had calmed down. They finally took a breath and prepared to rest exhausted. The sky rolled over the city, and many people even fell off their couches in fright.

   "Indomitable?"

   "Doesn't insult the name of the Han people?"

  This night, many people were wearing small clothes, standing or sitting, and stood still for a long time, until they sneezed again and again, and then they realized that they got into the bed, but even so, they still tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep...

  (end of this chapter)