Shu Chen

Chapter 251
Zhang Bao is indeed not in the Fortress of Yuyin.

As the chief defender of the city fortress, he left his post without permission after enacting strict military regulations to restrain the soldiers, which is really unimaginable.

However, all the soldiers who knew the reason did not feel that there was anything wrong.

The reason is that these days, he has been digging the earth to bury the remains of Pao Ze.

However, Wei Yan, who was appointed as the general to attack Liangzhou and has always been fierce in battle, sent a cavalry force from Shuyin City to Wuting against the water (Zhuang Langhe) valley.

At that time, Wei Yanyi was in Ma Dai's three thousand Xiliang cavalry who were good at attacking thousands of miles.

But Jiang Wei, the general of the bandits, volunteered, claiming that he had walked this route before and was very familiar with the terrain and geography. If he was allowed to go there with [-] cavalry from the Qiang Guard camp, he would not be disgraceful.

To this, Wei Yan did not refuse.

Ma Dai also didn't feel that Jiang Wei, as a junior, was challenging the authority of the Xiliang iron cavalry.

Because they know it all.

The biggest reason why Jiang Wei asked for his life was that he wanted to restrain the corpses of soldiers who died along the way when he made a surprise attack on the fortress of Yuyin in the past.

Therefore, since Jiang Wei led the army through the fortress, corpses have been sent back to the fortress of Yuyin one after another.

They are all men in the army, and they all have the consciousness of shrouding in horse leather, and they will be obliged to bury Lianpaoze's body when there is an opportunity.

Therefore, Zhang Bao, who didn't need to sit on the guard at the top of the city, was busy day and night with his bodyguards during this period.

Also very sentimental.

None of the skeletons sent back were complete.

Some were incompletely pecked by birds or gnawed by wolves in the northwest; some were exposed to the sun and wind and rain, leaving only a few wisps of dry skin and bones wrapped in cloth.

Naturally, under such circumstances, no one could tell whether each skeleton was Qiang Hu or Li Shu of the Han family.

It is also difficult to decide whether the funeral etiquette should follow the tradition of the Qiang people and burn their ashes, or follow the Han family's burial.

It is even more impossible to record his name and pass it on to the world.

But Zhang Bao didn't hesitate, and directly chose the way of burial.

In his eyes, these people all have an identity: Han soldiers!

It is a Han soldier who continues the famous "Those who openly offend our strong Han will be punished even if they are far away"!

He is a Han soldier who inherits "what the sun and moon shine, all belong to Han soil, and wherever the rivers and rivers go, all are Han officials" Vega universal!

It is also a Han soldier who spared no effort to restore the Central Plains when the Han Dynasty was in turmoil!

Every inch of the mountains and rivers where the banners of the Han Dynasty are flying is the hometown of their souls, and they are all gratifying achievements.

Indeed, they are nameless.

In the history, it will not be recorded by pen and ink.

Even with the passage of time, it will be gradually forgotten by people.

However, the heroic Han style they have inherited and continued will not be extinguished, will not wither, but will become the pride engraved in people's bones.

This kind of pride will inspire countless successors to honor the title of "Han Zu" and once again compose the same majestic melody as them.

With the continuation of Chinese civilization, it will be endless.

After waiting for half an hour, Zheng Pu and Zhuge Qiao, who were finally able to enter the fortress, learned the reason, and ordered the generals to lead their soldiers to rest, and also came to the back of the fortress—the burial ground of those Han soldiers.

In Zhang Bao's original words, the burial was closer to the fortress, so that these Han soldiers would know that they had achieved success even under the Jiuquan.

No graves, no trees, no monuments.

A cup of loess, and an exhortation that "the city has fallen, you can rest in peace" are all.

Although Zhuge Qiao, who was not very strong, was dazzled by the scorching sun, he found a long pickaxe when he first arrived, and led the steps to dig the soil.

And Zheng Pu stopped, silently watching them sweat profusely under the scorching sun.

He has experienced too many similar scenes in recent years.

Although I didn't want to become cold and numb, after all, I got used to it.

When he was young, he walked slowly to the big river farther away, sat cross-legged indecently, took the bamboo flute that he carried with him, and played it with his eyes closed and his lips crossed.

Just like every time he passed the Baishui pass, he would play in front of the huge grave mound.

The sound of the flute is faint, like weeping and complaining, carried to the distance by the meandering river.

It seems that an old friend is coming, and it seems that an old friend is saying goodbye, all in silence.

I do not know how long it has been.

Faintly feeling someone approaching, Zheng Pu opened his eyes.

But he saw Zhang Bao not far away, holding a small sapling with his short hands and looking at it carefully.

On the banks of the big river here, many small saplings have been planted, all of which are less than half a foot high, and they should have been planted only this year.

An elm tree very common in the Far Lands.

Not for the sake of elm bark in times of famine.

But since the Qin Dynasty, in order to prevent the invasion of nomads in the Central Plains Dynasty, a large number of elm or Populus euphratica forests were planted in the northwest border pass.Among them, the elm tree, which is easier to survive, gradually becomes the dominant one.

First, the elm tree has a well-developed root system, and when it becomes a forest, it will plunder the infertile soil nutrients in the northwest, making it difficult for pastures to grow, and it also leaves no forage for the nomads who have driven for a long time to feed their horses and sheep.

The two are that the elm forest will form a barrier for the city, preventing the nomads, mainly cavalry, from using their strong mobility to suddenly snatch the city gate opened by the passage of merchants.

Finally, there is the dense branch of elm, which is very easy to burn.

Guarding soldiers can use it as firewood for cooking or as wood for defending the city. When they find the enemy's situation, they can also light the forest to become a "beacon" to convey military information.

Now Zhang Bao led the trilogy to start planting, because of the support behind the fortress of Yuyin, the county that resisted nomads from bypassing the Quwu Mountains to invade has long been abandoned, and it is necessary to increase the vigilance of the rear defense.

Although the Xiongnu and Xianbei, who are now lingering in the north of the desert or the Hetao Plain, are all seriously injured, and it is almost impossible to come to the fortress to challenge the might of the Han army, but who can predict the situation in the next few decades?

It's always good to be prepared.

Act cautiously and think far-sightedly, you are worthy of being the queen of the gate!

With a sigh in his heart, Zheng Pu put away his flute and got up, walked to Zhang Bao's side and said softly, "Brother Wen Rong, are you all right?"

"It's fine."

Zhang Bao straightened up, with a look of tiredness on his face, "At the beginning I was guarding this place, and I felt like I had nothing to do all day long. Now I'm busy, but instead..." He stopped talking, shook his head, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Hey, son Jin just arrived, why should I tell these things! Go, return to Sai, I will host a banquet for you and Bosong."

After saying that, he greeted Zhuge Qiao and took Zheng Pu's hand and strode back, jokingly said, "Zijin came a bit late. A few days ago, all the powerful envoys from Hexi and some opportunistic Qianghu Tribal lobbyists keep coming, which is very annoying; but these days, for some reason, very few come."

Did it decrease sharply?
Counting the time when the prime minister's surrender letter was tossed around the Hexi Corridor, wouldn't there be more envoys during this period?

Hearing this, Zheng Pu couldn't help but pause.

"Brother, you can explain it in detail."

(End of this chapter)