Shuhan

In Bingzhou, although the spring sunshine is warm, it can hardly dispel the tension and solemnity that permeates the air.

Jiang Wei had just led his army to capture the entire Yunzhong territory in one fell swoop. His heroic demeanor was like the dawn, illuminating the journey ahead.

Guan Ping, as Guan Yu's son, was equally brave and good at fighting. The two fought side by side and were invincible. Their troops were like a black iron torrent, unstoppable.

The news of the emperor's northern tour and the reward spread like wings to every corner in an instant, boosting the morale of the soldiers on the front line. They raised their weapons high and shouted in unison: "Long live the emperor!"

The sound was so earth-shaking that even the clouds in the sky seemed to be shocked by the heroic spirit and retreated away.

Behind this celebration, Jiang Wei and Guan Ping's eyes were unusually calm.

Although Yunzhong had been settled, the situation in the northern border remained complex and changeable. Wuyuan, Shuofang, Xihe and Shangjun were like four stubborn reefs, blocking the Han Dynasty's path to the north.

Although these four places were not trampled by the Han people's iron hooves, in the eyes of Jiang Wei and Guan Ping, they were like "dry bones in a tomb", having lost their vitality and vigor, and would collapse with just a slight push.

Jiang Wei and Guan Ping stood side by side on the hill, looking at the land in the distance dyed red by the setting sun, with wisdom flashing in their eyes.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing the fragrance of the grassland and also stirring the fighting spirit in their hearts.

"General Guan Ping, what do you think about the situation in the four counties of Bingzhou?" Jiang Wei's voice was steady and powerful.

Guan Ping frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "General Jiang Wei, the people of these four places have suffered from war for a long time, and their hearts are already exhausted. If we can use the power of the emperor's northern tour and a psychological offensive, we may be able to make them collapse without a fight."

When Jiang Wei heard this, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Guan Ping is not only brave, but also possesses extraordinary wisdom and insight.

The two smiled at each other, already having made up their minds.

Therefore, Jiang Wei immediately ordered the people from the Secret Service to infiltrate these four places and spread the news that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty had arrived in Jinyang.

This news is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, which is bound to cause ripples.

For a time, the four places of Wuyuan, Shuofang, Xihe and Shangjun, whether they were powerful officials or ordinary people, fell into unprecedented panic.

The arrival of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty means the coming of a storm, and they will have nowhere to escape from this storm.

Bingzhou is no longer the Bingzhou of Wei State. If it fails to change direction in time, it will probably be swept into the garbage dump of history.

In Wuyuan, the powerful Lu Xi looked at the rolling dark clouds in the sky, feeling full of uneasiness.

In this chaotic world, one's family is just a small boat that may be swallowed by the wind and waves at any time.

With trembling hands, he called together his family members to discuss countermeasures.

However, faced with that irresistible force, they had no choice but to wait.

In Shuofang, a young Wei official stood on the city wall, looking at the dust vaguely visible in the distance, his heart filled with despair.

He had just been appointed as an official when he encountered such a situation.

Difficult!

The Han army was a force they could not resist.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to keep this final tranquility in his heart forever.

If I had known this earlier, I would not have become an official so early.

The situation in Xihe and Shangjun is also not optimistic.

People fled their homes in search of the elusive place of safety.

They were terrified, with helplessness and confusion in their eyes. The officials and tyrants who were once arrogant and arrogant were now running around like dogs that had lost their homes.

Jiang Wei and Guan Ping received reports from the front line about the chaos and panic in the four areas, and there was a gleam of victory in their eyes.

They had already won this battle. Without using a single soldier, they had brought these four places to the brink of collapse with just a piece of news.

By this time, the fighter plane had already arrived.

The four counties of Bingzhou had long been in a state of panic due to the dense intelligence offensive of the Spy Army.

At this time, Guan Ping and Jiang Wei, two famous generals of the Han army, led their cavalry towards Wuyuan County like a torrent, and their figures cast long shadows in the sun.

Guan Ping is a man of sturdy build, with a face as red as a date, a determined look in his eyes, and he holds a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand.

Jiang Wei, on the other hand, is heroic and has a wise look in his brows. He wears a sword at his waist with the scabbard carved with intricate totems. As he sways on horseback, the sword tassel flutters in the wind.

The two men rode side by side, with the Han army behind them, their flags fluttering and their morale high.

Arriving at the foot of Wuyuan City, Guan Ping waved his hand, and a messenger in light armor immediately rode out on his horse and galloped towards the closed city gate.

The messenger held a staff in his hand, with a stern face, and shouted loudly: "Wuyuan County Magistrate, listen to my order! The great Han Dynasty's majesty cannot be disobeyed. If you open the city and surrender now, you can still keep your wealth and power. You only need to hand over your military power and I will forgive you for your past. If you insist on your mistakes, the day the army attacks the city will be the day you will be exterminated!"

The sound echoed across the empty plain, causing dust to fall from the city walls.

Upon hearing this, the defenders in the city looked at each other with mixed feelings.

The strength of the Han army was not an exaggeration, and the nomadic tribes on the northern grasslands were also ready to make a move. Under the double attack, Wuyuan County was isolated and helpless.

In the end, fear and reason triumphed over loyalty, and the defenders of various cities chose to surrender in order to seek safety.

The prefect of Wuyuan County was a fat, middle-aged man with a worried look on his face. With trembling hands, he personally handed the list of Wuyuan County residents to the Han army general who came to receive it.

He was wearing a gorgeous official uniform, but at this moment it seemed particularly heavy, as if it was not only the weight of the roster, but also the burden in his heart.

After joining the Han Dynasty, his official career came to an end.

The exemplary effect of Wuyuan County quickly fermented, and with the threat from the grasslands in the north like a sword hanging over his head, the psychological defenses of the governor of Shuofang County also collapsed.

The governor of Shuofang County was an old man in his sixties, with gray hair and beard, and his eyes revealed the wisdom and fatigue accumulated over the years.

Without any psychological pressure, he made the wisest choice - surrender.

He personally opened the city gate and led his men to welcome the Han army, forcing a bitter smile on his face.

In less than a month, Wuyuan and Shuofang counties fell into the hands of the Han army.

To the south of these two counties, there are Xihe County and Shang County, two pieces of land surrounded by mountains and hills. Due to their dangerous terrain, sparsely populated people, and weak military strength.

Faced with the Han army's unstoppable offensive, the two county governors did not choose to resist stubbornly, but instead showed a rare sense of current affairs.

They knew very well that with the strength of only two counties, they could not compete with the entire Han Dynasty, so they chose to surrender without hesitation in order to preserve the safety of the people.

In May of the sixth year of Tianming, in deep spring, the land of Bingzhou was full of vitality and all things were reviving.

Behind this prosperity, there are undercurrents of countless forces.

Except for a few places where there are still some diehard remnants of Wei lurking, trying to find an opportunity to counterattack, or there are bandits taking advantage of the chaotic times to cause chaos, burning, killing, looting, and destroying the hard-earned peace.

Overall, most areas of Bingzhou were firmly controlled by the Han Dynasty.

The Han army’s tents were scattered across the plains, with smoke rising from the kitchen, interweaving with the distant mountain mist to create a tranquil picture.

The soldiers were busy, some were repairing weapons, some were sorting out equipment, and others were discussing the latest battle situation. Everyone's face was filled with the pride of a winner.

Guan Ping and Jiang Wei stood on a high place, looking out at the territory they had built with their own hands. They felt a sense of accomplishment as well as expectations and worries about the future.

"General Guan, General Jiang, now that Bingzhou has been secured, what should we do next?" A deputy general stepped forward and asked respectfully. Guan Ping pondered for a moment, then said with a firm look: "Although Bingzhou has been secured, the chaos has not yet ended. Your Majesty has ordered us to rest in Bingzhou for a year, and then leave Youzhou to seize Jizhou!"

Jiang Wei smiled and added: "We must appease the people of Bingzhou as soon as possible, resume production, and let the people live and work in peace and contentment. Only in this way can we truly consolidate our victory."

The war lasted for more than half a year.

The land of Bingzhou finally ushered in the long-awaited stability.

Liu Chan, wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head, looked very majestic. On the first day of May in the sixth year of Tianming, he left Jinyang.

All the way north.

Accompanying him, in addition to his trusted young men from Taiyuan and Hedong, were 20,000 elite imperial guards. With their bright armor and high morale, they were like a black iron stream winding across the land of Bingzhou.

Liu Chan's dragon chariot was magnificent and solemn, driven by hundreds of horses, and the sound of horse hooves resounded through the sky.

The interior of the dragon chariot was decorated luxuriously yet elegantly, with every detail revealing the royal dignity and majesty. Liu Chan sat on the dragon chariot with a calm face and deep eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.

This northern tour was not only to demonstrate the power of the Han Dynasty, but also to stabilize the people's hearts in Bingzhou and let the people on this land truly feel the power of the Han Dynasty.

Let them know that this world still belongs to the Han Dynasty, not to the Wei Kingdom.

As Liu Chan's motorcade moved slowly forward, people in the cities and villages along the way all lined the streets to welcome him.

In order to please the emperor, the local gentry tried their best. They not only sent their own children to show their loyalty, but also presented the beautiful women in the clan in order to win the emperor's favor.

Liu Chan accepted all these goodwill gestures.

The best way to stabilize people's hearts is to accept what they give and give them what they want.

Therefore, Liu Chan returned the favor by granting official positions and titles to those who surrendered to the Han Dynasty, giving them a place in the Han court.

At the same time, he also spent a lot of money to make the people of Bingzhou truly feel the grace and power of the Han emperor.

The people of Bingzhou looked at the young emperor with awe in their hearts.

Wherever we went, we could hear the sound of "Long live the country".

This world still belongs to the Han Dynasty, and they are still the people of the Han Dynasty.

Every move of Liu Chan was telling them that the world belonged to the Han Dynasty, that the Han Dynasty had not forgotten them, and that the emperor of the Han Dynasty was working hard to unify the world.

In July of the sixth year of Tianming, after staying in Yunzhong for a month, Liu Chan decided to continue northward and head towards Youzhou.

At this time, it was already a hot summer day, the sun was scorching and the temperature was extremely high.

However, it was very cool inside Liu Chan's dragon chariot.

It turned out that there were ice cubes hidden inside the dragon chariot to reduce the temperature, so that Liu Chan could stay cool even in the hot summer.

Led by Liu Chan, the army marched towards Dai County in a mighty manner.

By mid-July, the army finally arrived in Dai County.

Outside the city of Daijun, the Xianbei Khan Tuoba Liwei had been waiting for a long time.

Tuoba Liwei is tall, with a rough face, and his eyes reveal a wild power.

He was wearing clothes made of animal skins and had a sharp scimitar hanging around his waist, looking very majestic.

Tuoba Liwei stood like a pine tree, gazing deeply into the distance.

Under the skyline, a black torrent was slowly approaching. It was the Han Dynasty's imperial guards. Their armor was as high as a mountain, and their weapons were as numerous as a forest. Under the scorching sun, they were flashing a chilling light that made people's hearts frightened.

Every Han soldier was like a god of war forged from iron and blood. The equipment they wore, whether it was indestructible armor or extremely sharp weapons, was far beyond the reach of the grassland warriors.

Tuoba Liwei secretly calculated in his mind that with such equipment and training, one Han soldier might be enough to fight against five or even ten warriors on their grassland.

As the black torrent approached, a huge object gradually came into view. It was the dragon chariot of the Han emperor, which was dozens of meters long and moved slowly on the ground like a moving palace. It was magnificent and breathtaking.

Every detail of the dragon chariot reveals the prosperity and power of the Han Dynasty. It is a masterpiece carefully developed by the Academy of Sciences. It not only represents the wisdom of the Han people, but also symbolizes that the science and technology and craftsmanship of the Han Dynasty have reached an unprecedented height.

Tuoba Liwei looked at this huge monster and couldn't help feeling awe in his heart. He knew very well that the strength of the Han army was not something that the grassland tribes could easily challenge.

Just as Tuoba Liwei was immersed in his own thoughts, Huang Hao, dressed in the clothes of an imperial eunuch, slowly walked out in front of the dragon chariot.

Huang Hao's gaze lingered on Tuoba Liwei for a moment, then he said, "Tuoba Liwei, His Majesty invites you!"

Although the voice was soft, it carried unquestionable majesty.

Although Tuoba Liwei was the Khan of the Xianbei, he behaved unusually humbly at this moment.

He bowed slightly and saluted Huang Hao, then straightened his clothes, feeling a little nervous.

He walked slowly into the dragon chariot.

The interior of the dragon chariot is decorated magnificently, and every piece of furnishing reveals the royal nobility.

In the center, the young Han emperor Liu Chan sits on the dragon throne. He is wearing a dragon robe, a crown on his head, has a handsome face, and his eyes reveal a calmness and wisdom beyond his age.

Tuoba Liwei only took a glance and felt that the person on the dragon throne was like a god. He dared not look directly at him. He quickly lowered his head, knelt on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Tuoba Liwei greets His Majesty. Long live His Majesty!"

Liu Chan smiled slightly, and that smile was warm and gentle, as if it could dispel the coldness in people's hearts.

"Get up, Tuoba Liwei. I have heard of your name before. You will accompany me throughout this trip to Youzhou."

Liu Chan's voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible power.

Tuoba Liwei was startled when he heard this, and then he said, "It is my honor."

Liu Chan looked at Tuoba Liwei deeply. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts and see Tuoba Liwei's inner world at a glance.

Tuoba Liwei, the great Khan of the Xianbei, was humble and polite on the surface, but Liu Chan could feel his inner pride and unwillingness.

This person is deep-minded, flexible, and of noble status. Liu Chan knows very well that if he shows the slightest disobedience, he must not keep him.

However, Liu Chan understood better that the Xianbei at this moment were allies that the Han Dynasty needed to win over.

To destroy Wei, the Xianbei people would have to shed more blood.

Therefore, he must handle his relationship with Tuoba Liwei in an inclusive and wise way.

Liu Chan smiled and said calmly: "Tuoba Khan, the Xianbei and the Han are all Chinese people. If we work together, there is no need to worry about the world being unstable."

Tuoba Liwei was slightly shocked when he heard this.

He looked up at Liu Chan, and saw that Liu Chan's eyes were full of sincerity and expectation.

This great Han emperor not only possessed extraordinary wisdom, but also had a broad mind that embraced the world.

Tuoba Liwei bowed his head again and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty is right. I will do my best to help Your Majesty unify the world and create a peaceful and prosperous era together."

Liu Chan nodded slightly, but he was already thinking about other things.

When he has managed Youzhou well, he will go south from Youzhou. Cao Rui, what can you do to stop the Han Dynasty from unifying the world? (End of this chapter)