Weird Three Kingdoms

Chapter 3479: Vote with Your Feet
The cold wind blew up the yellow sand, and the iron armor was stained with blood.

The smell of blood is actually very bad, and the strange thing is that the longer the time, the fishier it seems to become. Even if the nose is used to the smell, the heart still cannot accept this smell.

But as a soldier of the Cavalry Corps, Wu Ming had to accept it and even create more bloodshed with his own hands.

Wu Ming is not famous.

He was not like those heroes who were famous all over the world and whose names shook the world. He was not even famous in his hometown...

If he still had a hometown.

If there were any ifs, he should have been born in that inconspicuous little mountain village, and lived there all his life, married a woman with rough hands and feet like him, and had a litter of children, and grew up playing in the mud in the fields with other farmers' children, just like him, with the same life as his father and ancestors, without any change.

His parents were simple farmers who worked from sunrise to sunset. Their life was simple but hard.

If there were any ifs, he would be like his parents, holding a hoe and a pickaxe all his life instead of chopping off people's heads like he does now.

The war shattered all the peace and tranquility...

Wu Ming remembers that when he was a child, although life in the village was poor, everyone lived happily.

He and his friends ran and played hide-and-seek in the mountains and fields, while the adults worked and watched them and laughed.

The sky seemed bluer and the clouds whiter than it is now.

The days were warmer than they are now, the nights quieter than they are now.

But later, the smiles on the adults' faces gradually faded, and Wu Ming heard the words "war", "famine", "refugees" and so on from the adults for the first time. But at that time, Wu Ming did not know the meaning of these words. He was still silly and happy, running from one end of the forest to the other, climbing trees to take bird eggs, and picking berries in the bushes, until his peaceful life was trampled by war.

Wu Ming still remembers that it was a day that couldn't be more ordinary, and ordinary couldn't be more ordinary. Then everything became unusual and extraordinary.

The screams of death and the collision of metal spread along the road.

The adults hurriedly packed up their things and took Wu Ming and the other children to hide in the mountains.

That was the first time Wu Ming felt the fear of war at such a close distance...

Even now, Wu Ming is still afraid of war. When he chops off his opponent's head, he still feels disgusted. His heart still beats so fast that it seems like it is about to jump out of his chest.

But now, he no longer escapes.

Because Wu Ming knew that there was no use in escaping.

The more you escape, the more painful it is.

During those days of hiding in the mountains, food immediately became extremely scarce. Berries and wild vegetables were the best delicacies, and tree bark and leaves became food to fill the stomach...

His life was no longer about playing, but about following adults to pick wild vegetables and grind tree bark.

The bark cannot be eaten directly, so it must be smashed on stones again and again, and then the pulp and the smashed bark are mixed together to make cakes, pretending to be real food.

Swallowing that kind of cake is like cutting your throat with a knife.

If you don't eat, it's like fire burning in your stomach, and it will drive you crazy!
Wu Ming and his friends thought they had escaped once and could return to their previous stable life, but they were disappointed...

Then there was despair...

I don’t know how long this desperate life lasted until the General of Cavalry appeared.

Oh, at that time, the General of Cavalry was not yet a Cavalry officer, he was just a General of the Central Army.

Wu Ming remembered that when he first met the cavalry, the cavalry asked them to jump into the "pit"...

It was really a pit, dug out on the ground, then simply built with some wooden boards and cattails, and then filled with water.

Wu Ming once thought that the cavalry wanted to bury them alive, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem likely, after all, burying them alive wouldn't be so troublesome. So he jumped down and got a new robe!
Wu Ming remembered that he was naked at the time, but he was holding the robe, hunched over, and crying bitterly!
After so many years, Wu Ming thought he would no longer cry or feel pain, but just that piece of clothing made Wu Ming feel the pain again and shed tears again...

The robe was actually very ordinary, made of common linen, rough and simple, but Wu Ming always treated that robe as a treasure, wrapping it neatly and placing it in a camphorwood box.

It is a treasure more precious than gold and silver.

In Shandong, people like Wu Ming not only have to be farmers, but also have to perform labor service. They may also be captured as conscripts. They work like oxen or horses and may not even be able to enjoy the same food and things as the upper class. But here in the Cavalry, he only needs to do a job well.

So, even if Wu Ming doesn't like the smell of blood, he will do what a soldier should do!
When he was in Guanzhong, he understood one thing: although they were all Han people, not all places would treat the common people as human beings!

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Some people say that the military and the people are like fish and water.

But suddenly one day, the fish in the pond died.

Some people say that this fish is too delicate and cannot withstand the wind, rain, and scorching sun, and will turn over at the slightest discomfort.

Some people also say that this fish is too lazy and doesn’t even work hard to find food. It would be best if it could find three jobs a day, wouldn’t it be able to live a good life?
Most of them were talking about the fish, but no one mentioned that the water quality had changed, and no one talked about what the people who managed the fish pond did or did not do...

Wu Ming didn't know whether these statements were right or wrong, but he knew that in Shandong, if even his breathing rhythm was wrong, it was called malicious breathing, but in Guanzhong, as long as he did one thing well, he would be praised and rewarded.

So Wu Ming now treats killing people as hoeing the ground and chopping people as chopping wood.

Remove the weeds and plant hope.

Cut off the dead branches and gain merit.

Enemies should be dug out and chopped down, while compatriots should be left with hope!

The cold mountain wind blew up dead leaves and yellow sand. Wu Ming held the sword tightly in one hand, and used the other hand to slightly block the wind and sand in front of his eyes, looking into the distance.

Ahead is Hengshan Rock.

If we take it, the Hussars will win!
This is what Sima Congshi said.

Then take it!
The oncoming sandstorm hit the sword and armor, making a rustling sound, which seemed like the rush of blood or the wail of death.

"Enemy!" the soldier in front shouted, "They are climbing up too!"

The mountain mist was fierce and brought out a murderous aura.

As shouts came from the front, more than a dozen arrows also came along with the shouts and shot towards Wu Ming and others!

The Cao army on the opposite side was obviously also veterans. They did not rush to shoot at Wu Ming and others as soon as they climbed up. Instead, they waited until their breath was evened out and Wu Ming and others discovered them before shooting at Wu Ming and others.

"Be careful of arrows!"

Wu Ming yelled and raised his shield to cover his head, face, chest and neck.

"They don't have many people!" Wu Ming immediately judged and shouted, "Charge! We can't stay here! We are just targets! Seize the ridge!"

The hussars following Wu Ming also reacted, and either used their shields to cover themselves or used their swords to fight back.

Due to the darkness and the mountain wind, Cao's army's arrows were not very accurate. One could hear the sound of "puff, ding, ding" as the arrows either landed on the shields and armor or pierced the surrounding ground.

In this position, they obviously have no advantage at all if they continue to shoot at Cao's army.

The hussars following Wu Ming shouted angrily and rushed forward under the arrows.

Occasionally a few stray arrows hit the armor, making tinkling sounds, but Wu Ming didn't care at all and just kept moving forward!
"kill! 』

Wu Ming roared and rushed forward, his sword whistling down, immediately cutting off half of the arm of the first Cao soldier!
Wu Ming didn't have any outstanding fighting skills. The only thing he could rely on was the three-axe chopping and killing skills he had learned thousands of times during team training. Step forward and chop!

Charge and stab!

Step back and block!
On the mountain ridge, there was a sudden sound of metal, iron and flesh clashing.

It was like the owner of a pork shop had come to attract customers, chopping the meat with the sound of snapping and cutting.

Some people died on the spot, rolling down the mountain like sand and rocks. Others were only injured, not yet dead, and fell to the ground, screaming. Then, perhaps someone stabbed them or stepped on them, their screams turned into muffled sounds...

The mountain mist blew by, carrying along the tiny whistling sounds.

The whistle was the sound of life draining away from a severed aorta.

Cao's soldiers also rushed forward and fought with Wu Ming and others.

At the beginning of the battle, the Hussars had fewer soldiers and Cao's army had more soldiers.

Because no matter what, Cao's soldiers were running in the camp, with a relatively short distance, while the hussars took a detour, and the queues were lengthened, so when the soldiers arrived at Hengshan Rock, they were not in the same order. But no matter whether there was one hussar or three, as long as they heard the shouting and killing in front, they did not hesitate at all and rushed up directly!

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The space on the ridge itself is not very large. Dozens of people fighting on the top of the mountain have crowded this area. Both sides know that whoever occupies this area will gain a certain geographical advantage!

The Cao army wants it, and the Hussar army wants it too!
The Cao army soldiers who came from behind seemed not to have expected that the Hussars were so ferocious. Dozens of them dared to rush forward. They were unable to react for a while. The Cao army soldiers who came from the rear were inevitably a little flustered and didn't know what to do. They just shouted and cursed.

Some of the Cao army soldiers who had climbed up halfway up the mountain wanted to support their side, so they drew their bows and shot arrows. Their intention was naturally good, but in the dark, with the flickering lights and fire, it was already difficult to distinguish between the enemy and ourselves who were fighting each other. How could they not seize the fleeting opportunity to shoot and kill the enemy soldiers when the two sides were fighting?

Therefore, the arrows shot by the Cao army soldiers in the rear did not cause much damage to Wu Ming and others, but shot several of Cao army's own soldiers in the buttocks...

There are also some brave men in Cao's army.

These Cao army soldiers also wanted to break the balance of this chaos and let Cao army gain the upper hand, so they rushed towards Wu Ming desperately. They saw that Wu Ming was a small leader of the Hussar Army, and wanted to kill Wu Ming and make this vanguard of the Hussar Army retreat in frustration!

But no matter how these Cao army soldiers attacked, Wu Ming and others were like stones on the river bank, standing there firmly and refusing to retreat no matter what!

If Wu Ming and his companions were halfway up the mountain, then Cao's soldiers would charge forward fearlessly, and the geographical disadvantage would inevitably make it impossible for Wu Ming and his companions to stand on the hillside. Even if they didn't want to, they would be pushed back into the valley.

But now Wu Ming and Cao's soldiers were standing on the ridge in a staggered manner. The height difference between the two sides was the same. Instead, the Cao's soldiers who rushed up from behind had to attack from above, and one of them slipped down the slope because of his unstable standing.

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Dong Zhao was supervising the battle. He felt sure of victory at the beginning, but then he gradually became anxious and uneasy.

He felt quite confident at first, but now his confidence was like sand in his hand, which seemed to be there, but began to slip as soon as he exerted force...

Why are there so many brave men in the Cavalry Army?

Could it be that the Hussars had some magic trick to recruit these soldiers and military academies, each of whom could not be said to be able to fight one against a hundred, but at least they were still brave and aggressive when facing one against three?

When one person fights against three people, he will most likely suffer a loss. However, when thirty people fight against a hundred people, he may not necessarily suffer a loss.

Cao's army had many soldiers, but they were not united. Although the number of people on the cavalry side who rushed up was small, everyone worked together and cooperated with each other, and they were actually on equal terms with Cao's soldiers!
Dong Zhao saw that the number of Hussars was increasing, and there was even a tendency for them to suppress Cao's troops. He could not help but become very anxious!
"Charge!" Dong Zhao shouted, "Charge!"

The soldiers of Cao's army were crowded together, and seemed to be trying very hard to rush forward, but they were just standing still.

Why did I, who came here first and reached the ridge first, now seem to be attacking the ridge controlled by the Cavalry?
"That won't do!" Dong Zhao frowned, "Archers! Where is the archer leader?"

The archers came over and asked, "What do you want, military advisor?"

Dong Zhao pointed at the ridge and said, "Focus your fire on it!"

The archer leader was stunned, "Ah? Aren't you going to let our people retreat first?"

Dong Zhao shook his head, "You can't retreat! Shoot directly!"

"But..." The archer leader hesitated, "But..."

"No buts!" Dong Zhao shouted angrily, "If we can't hold this place, the whole camp will be in danger! Which is more important, the safety of the whole camp or these lives? ! Immediately! Shoot!"

The leader of the archers smacked his lips, but finally bowed his head and accepted the order.

After all, he was just standing in the back shooting arrows. He had already fulfilled his duty by saying a few more words for the soldiers in front. As for the rest...

Isn't this an order from above?

Even if he died unjustly, if you want to blame someone, you can only blame the higher-ups, don't argue with me, a person who follows orders...

As long as it's not you who dies, no matter how big the problem is, it doesn't matter.

The leader of the archers was preparing himself mentally. At first, his voice was a little suppressed, but later he felt that he was more and more right. When he finally gave the order, he even felt that the soldiers who were at the front should die!
Who prevented them from rushing forward?
Who made them fail to defeat the Hussars?
So the archer leader's voice became louder: "Everyone, get ready! Nock your arrows! Aim!"

On the other side, Dong Zhao called his guards, "As soon as the arrows fall, you lead your men to charge forward! We must take down the ridge!"

The guard looked at the ridge and for some reason suddenly felt a chill on his back. "Military Advisor, I am here to protect you. If I lead my men up there, won't there be no one to protect you?"

Dong Zhao drew out his long sword and waved it in front of him a few times, "I have also learned swordsmanship, ordinary thieves can't get close to me! Don't worry! This ridge is the key to Hengshan Rock! If we can't defend it, the whole camp will be in danger! The danger of you and me is not worth mentioning! Don't say more, get ready immediately!"

The guard looked at the sword in Dong Zhao's hand, sighed in his heart, and could only bow and accept the order.

From the perspective of a superior, there was nothing wrong with what Dong Zhao was doing at the time.

The Zhongtiaoshan Camp is a collective, so what's wrong with sacrificing individuals for the benefit of the collective?
This is of course the truth, but the question is why are the ones who are sacrificed always the lower-class individuals?

If Dong Zhao led his men to charge upwards, not afraid of sacrifice, and led his soldiers to seize the ridge, then even if Sima Yi eventually arrived here with the follow-up hussars, it would be difficult for him to rush down.

But Dong Zhao didn't.

He was used to letting his subordinates sacrifice, letting soldiers sacrifice, and letting the lower classes sacrifice, and then using the name of righteousness to ensure the safety of the entire battalion.

The archers and Dong Zhao's guards obeyed Dong Zhao's orders, but that didn't mean they thought Dong Zhao was right. It was that their interests were closely tied to Dong Zhao's. They were vested interests, not innocent staff members. On the one hand, they enjoyed the pleasure of controlling the lives of others with their small powers, while on the other hand, they were looking for excuses to exonerate themselves from their crimes.

Arrows whizzed down, and the Cao army soldiers who were fighting with Wu Ming and others, as well as Wu Ming and other hussars, were covered by the rain of arrows!
Immediately, the soldiers of both sides on the mountain ridge fell down in a large number like cut crops!

"Charge! Charge!" Dong Zhao's guards were overjoyed when they saw this, and they waved their swords and shouted, "The military advisor has given the order! Charge! Take the ridge!"

Dong Zhao's guards shouted, and then a bunch of people shouted, but many Cao's soldiers did not rush up...

Some people even just shouted in their place without even taking a single step forward.

"Go, go! Go quickly!"

The leader of Dong Zhao's guards shouted anxiously, "All of you charge forward! Why don't you charge forward?"

However, the surrounding Cao army soldiers still stood still, raising their arms and shouting.

Dong Zhao's guard raised his sword, "Charge! Charge! Anyone who disobeys orders will be killed! Anyone who hesitates will be killed!"

The surrounding Cao army soldiers then moved forward, then took two steps and stopped for one step, some even moved forward in a zigzag pattern...

The lower-level soldiers had no right to speak. Even the commanders and guards brought by Dong Zhao were considered good elite soldiers. However, in Dong Zhao's eyes, the only difference between them and ordinary soldiers was their price. As for their lives, they were not that important.

No one in the upper echelons of the ruling class would take them seriously. It seemed to have become a habit, a rule. However, at this critical moment, we could see that these soldiers at the bottom began to vote with their feet...

(End of this chapter)