Becoming a stepmother of three children gives me space

Chapter 131: Though Hair Frayed, Heart Remains Alive

The Northwest is the main channel connecting the Western Regions and the Central Plains, and has always been a battleground for military strategists.

For thousands of years, agricultural and nomadic civilizations have collided fiercely here, with peace and killing, conquest and being conquered, migration and settlement, prosperity and decline constantly taking place.

History always repeats itself in a surprising way.

The soldiers on duty paced back and forth on the city wall, rubbing their hands. The northwest wind blew up a cloud of yellow sand, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

"Enemy attack!!"

The shrill shouts broke the quiet of the early morning.

The commander of Beisheng Zuowei climbed up the city wall. There were five columns outside the city, with 5 people in each column, and a total of 5 soldiers. This was probably the vanguard, and the main force was probably more than 15 people!

"Inform the lord that the northern barbarians are coming."

His voice was low and hoarse, as if shrouded in a thick haze, and every word was as heavy as a thousand-pound burden.

The Beisheng garrison consists of soldiers from four garrisons, 2000 exiled prisoners, and 3000 civilian laborers. Now two garrisons are still missing, and less than 4 people are unable to stop the 15-strong Northern Barbarian army.

"asshole!"

Murong Hai punched down, and the documents in front of him shattered into pieces. His eyes were captivating.

"Tell me! Is there a traitor?!"

The guards looked ashamed.

Yesterday, the soldiers put the old equipment into storage, and the people from the Ministry of War left overnight. The captain of the prefectural capital who escorted them said that they had urgent official business. The patrol soldiers checked that the equipment they took away was the old equipment that had been replaced.

After the replacement, the military department took away the old equipment without any problem, so they let the people go. There is no problem with the logic, and the handling seems to be no problem, provided that everyone behaves well.

The new equipment was all junk and had not yet been inspected. The people from the Ministry of War took advantage of the time difference and information gap and left openly.

Murong Hai's back teeth were almost broken, this was a naked conspiracy.

The capital city, the military department, and the people who were transporting them were all involved. Now the northern barbarian army is approaching.

Send someone to chase?

If we have fewer people, we will be killed. If we have more people, who will guard Beisheng Pass?

If Beisheng Pass is lost, the imperial court will not care whether you are chasing a fugitive or a traitor. They will put a big hat on you and you will die.

This is a dead end.

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Wild Boar Ridge Battlefield,

I'm afraid only the northern barbarians at the center of the explosion can truly feel how terrifying the power of black powder explosion is, but unfortunately they have no chance to speak it out.

The scene was horrific, with broken arms and limbs scattered all over the ground.

The explosion is over, but the battle has not yet begun. For the soldiers of Daxia, the battle has just begun.

"kill!"

Zhou Jin swung his tail like a dragon, and led his men to attack back.

Halfway up the mountain,

Xiao Yunxi drew out the saber she was used to using, and wherever the blade pointed, it was killing.

"kill!"

The archers turned into swordsmen and rushed down the mountain, some of them rushed so fast that they rolled down the mountain.

There were still a few survivors of the Northern Barbarians, but they were all frightened and had no fighting power at all. The Great Xia came with great power and defeated the remaining troops in an instant like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Don't kill me, I surrender!"

"I am from Daxia, I am from Daxia, don't kill me."

Xiao Yunxi dropped the butcher knife cleanly and neatly.

"Those who rob our Han land, kill our Han people, disrupt the Central Plains, massacre cities and plunder land, will be killed!"

Dignity lies only on the edge of the sword, truth is only within the range of the cannon, the barbarians fear power but not virtue, it is better to kill than to reason.

The northern barbarians were swept away like fallen leaves by the autumn wind, and the only survivors were the vassal troops.

Looking at the entire battlefield, there were broken arms and legs, rivers of blood, like hell on earth. A gust of wind blew into the mouths and noses with the smell of blood, and the recruits couldn't help but start vomiting.

The old soldier bared his teeth and smiled warmly, but the blood on his face added a bit of horror.

"Spit it out, spit it out, you'll get used to it after spitting it out a lot."

"Grandpa Nian, this is my first time on the battlefield, and I'm not a weakling like you guys."

"Hahaha! Just bragging, you even peed your pants the first time you went to the battlefield."

"Hahaha....."

The wanton laughter and scolding dispelled the fear of the new recruits.

Baturu was pressed in front of Zhou Jin. The old soldier of Xinwei had red eyes and looked like he wanted to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

Zhou Jin's face was calm. There is no war without casualties. There is no right or wrong in different positions. There is just one thing he doesn't understand.

The prince once proposed to establish trade centers in the northwest, northeast, and Jizhou to strengthen trade exchanges between the grasslands and the Central Plains.

The northern barbarians sold cattle, sheep, and furs to the Central Plains in exchange for grain, salt, and iron.

They don't need to worry about starving to death in the winter due to lack of food, nor do they need to risk their lives to plunder southward. It is obviously beneficial to both parties, so why tear up the agreement?

Baturu laughed loudly:

"Warriors of the grasslands don't need comfort. A comfortable life will wear out their wolf nature, and sooner or later they will become pigs kept by the Han people!"

The northern barbarians are wolves,

Wolves must maintain their wolf nature, otherwise they will be assimilated by the flock of sheep. This is Baturu's philosophy.

Zhou Jin shook his head and did not argue with him about right or wrong.

There is no more gleaming swords and shadows, the sound of drums and horns has faded away, the wind has died down and the weapons have ceased, and many ethnic groups live together in the northwest.

Perhaps after thousands of years of evolution, their descendants will become indistinguishable from each other, and after several major ethnic integrations, they will eventually form a multi-ethnic community.

There is no assimilation, only peaceful coexistence.

Obviously Baturu does not understand, or perhaps is unwilling to understand, that only by maintaining their wolf-like predatory nature can they control the grasslands.

The flaming oil that blocked the road was extinguished with sand and stones, giving Baturu a quick death. They gathered the 1100 horses that were still alive, added the original 600 cavalry, and headed straight for the Northern Barbarians' base camp.

Beisheng Pass,

The first great pass across the vast desert,

The dark clouds in the sky pressed down on the majestic Qishan Mountain. The pure white snow peaks lost their former holiness and sacredness, as if they were about to swallow up everything in the world.

"Put it on top of me!"

"Gousheng, take good care of my mother!"

"Go to hell, northern barbarians!"

The walls of Beisheng Pass were dyed red with blood, and a large number of iron cavalry came strolling in the cold wind and stopped in formation three miles away.

"Boys!"

"Above the wheels, no one or animals will be spared!"

"Come at me!"

"Wulai..."

"Wu Lai!"

The northern barbarian warriors surged in like a tide. The soldiers defending the city were exhausted after the first two rounds of consumption, but they still fought bravely and fought to the death.

They don’t understand what it means to defend the country or what is national justice. They just know that they have wives, children, parents and sisters behind them and they cannot retreat!

The newly equipped armor was as fragile as tofu and was split in half by the northern barbarian soldiers. The young soldier's head and body were separated.

Click!

The barbarian soldiers' swords easily cut through the weapons of the Daxia soldiers and slashed at their faces without slowing down.

Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, why should we return home wrapped in horsehide?

The soldiers were not afraid of death, but they were afraid of dying in such a humiliating way. Countless soldiers died with their eyes open and unwilling to accept their fate!

On the tower,

The old scholar in a scholar's robe brought people to carry wood and stones. Looking at the scene before him, he shed a line of turbid tears, banged his head on the ground, and uttered a painful wail.

"A country without righteousness, a ruler without virtue, Heaven will destroy Great Xia! Destroy Great Xia!"

He felt heartbroken when he saw the soldiers killed by the sword because of their inferior weapons and armor. Lu Xiucai's wailing was carried away by the cold wind and no one heard it.

The Northern Barbarian soldiers have already rushed onto the city wall, and all the soldiers around them have died in battle.

The scholar stood up tremblingly, rushed towards the Northern Barbarian soldier, let the knife pierce his chest, hugged the soldier tightly and rushed out of the city wall.

Woo woo woo,

The cold wind whistled, as if it were a poet's chant,

"Scholars have no place to serve their country, their hatred is unbearable, their hair may be gray, but their hearts are not dead..."

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