It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 434

Since leaving Chang'an City, Lin Shaoyu feels like a bird with broken wings. Once upon a time soaring for nine days, straight into the sky, the world was so big that it had nowhere to go. But now I can only jump on the ground, and the speed of the jump is not fast.

He brought 100,000 soldiers and horses to fight Chang'an. When Chang'an City was captured, he lost half of his troops and lost half of his troops. When he was driven out of Chang'an by various princes, he lost half of it. Along the way, they were surrounded and blocked by soldiers and horses from all walks of life. They fought back and forth. The soldiers died and fled. At present, there are only three or four thousand people who are still following Lin Shaoyu.

The Youzhou base camp had been taken down, and Lin Shaoyu was unable to get it back, so he could only bring three thousand remnants with him to Bingzhou to start a guerrilla war against the imperial soldiers.

At first, Lin Shaoyu penetrated Bingzhou and arrived at Chang'an's feet, and Bingzhou soldiers hated him to the core. When caught, he was beaten to death. The two sides had seen each other a few times, and they fought badly.

Defeat, death, pain, hunger, cold, etc. are torturing this army, and at the same time, a certain distrust of Lin Shaoyu spreads in the team.

Perhaps, he is not a commander of destiny, even if he is, it is very likely that the omnipotent Toad God has abandoned him, and he is no longer worth following.

On this day and night, the rebel army camped in a certain mountain in Bingzhou. In the dark mountain, one by one black shadows lay on the ground, cherishing this rare opportunity to rest.

In order to avoid being discovered by the Imperial Army, there was no fire in the camp, and everyone could only rely on their thin clothes to withstand the cold.

Lin Shaoyu sat on a large rock with a gun on his knees, and sat there with his eyes closed.

It was the sound of footsteps breaking through dead branches, Lin Shaoyu opened his eyes and saw Lin Chong approaching here.

"Shaoyu."

Lin Chong took out a sackcloth package from his arms, which contained two steamed buns with some blood stains on them.

"Shaoyu, eat something."

Lin Shaoyu waved his hand: "Take it and feed the wounded soldiers, they need this more."

"But your body, how can you do without eating. Besides..." Lin Chong took a step forward and whispered, "Besides, some people can't survive even if they eat."

Lin Shaoyu was startled, the hand he pushed out was frozen in the air, and he didn't know what to say. The team lacks doctors and medicines, sometimes walking halfway, a good man falls on the road and can't stand up again.

Lin Chong shoved a steamed bun in his hand and said, "Eat it, it's good for everyone if you eat it."

Lin Shaoyu took a bite, an earthy smell in his mouth, unbearable like chewing soil. He was stunned for a while, and said, "You said, did we do something wrong?"

Lin Chong shook his head: "Master's death, there must be an explanation. Now that we have avenged the master's revenge, it would be worthwhile to die immediately."

"Yeah, it's worth dying immediately." Lin Shaoyu sighed and said, "But we're still alive now."

"Shaoyu, what are your plans for the next step?"

As soon as Guo Nanren died, the rebels lost their advisors. Now that the army is down like a mountain and people are panicking, Lin Chong is the only one who can discuss countermeasures. Lin Chong is a tough guy on the battlefield, but he's not really handsome.

"Now the whole empire is going to kill us, Youzhou is out of reach, and there is no place for us in the whole world. The only place we can go is that there is only one place left." Lin Shaoyu looked to the northwest: " Only Liangzhou remains."

"Liangzhou, Qinchuan Pass?"

Lin Shaoyu nodded.

"But if you want to go there, you have to pass through many cities along the way. I'm afraid we can't support such a long road." Lin Chong.

"It's naturally not easy to pass through the empire." Lin Shaoyu said: "So we break through the border, take the grassland, and go directly to Qinchuan Pass."

Lin Chong thought for a moment: "We have no food."

"Those who grab the Rong clan on the road can always arrive."

Lin Chong's eyes turned around, as if he was worried that the following words would be heard by outsiders: "Shaoyu, even if you can grab the food, many people will not be able to support it. Let's just leave some wounded soldiers behind, so that we can arrive in a few minutes. The possibility of Qinchuan Pass."

Hearing Lin Chong's words, Lin Shaoyu fell silent. After a long time, he nodded lightly.

...

And just as Cheng Dalei expected, the empire was a mess, and the tribes on the grassland were also fighting each other.

Rong tribe, red stone department.

This grassland is under the rule of the Northern Barbarian Department. In the entire Northern Barbarian Department, the Red Stone Department is really a small tribe. The entire tribe can surpass a man with a whip, but only fifty or sixty people.

It was the Lieyang tribe of the Rong tribe who attacked them.

In terms of the entire Northern Barbarian Division, the Lieyang Division is actually not that big. But the resources on the grassland can only allow one tribe to survive, so whether it is the Lieyang tribe or the Redstone tribe, one of them must die.

The battle began at the beginning of the morning mist, and the Lieyang Division, riding a fierce horse, broke into the Redstone Division's camp. The scream of the first person before his death opened the prelude to the battle, and a red sun stuck his head out from the east.

Men charged on horses, women fought with sticks, and toddlers cried in pools of blood.

The head of the Redstone tribe, Brent, fights with the enemy with a stick. The surroundings were swung open, and it was difficult for seven or eight people to approach.

But what Brent can protect is only himself. He saw his child being dragged behind the horse's butt and strangled to death, his wife and daughter being snatched on the horse's back by the enemy, and screaming in agony.

With a plan and no plan, the Lieyang Department quickly approached the victory of this battle. Men are killed, and women are taken away with cattle and sheep. On the grasslands, one cow can be exchanged for two women.

Brent was in despair, and of course, he robbed others in this way, and his wife robbed him in this way.

At this moment, a dark horse came along the river in the distance, and stopped as it approached the battlefield.

The leader of the Fierce Sun, who had just won a victory, noticed him. The other party is not very old, his expression is calm, and he looks very thin. The only surprise was that one eye was blind and covered with a black cloth.

"Boy, which tribe are you from?" asked Lieyang Xiong, the leader of Lieyang Clan.

"Leader, just kill him and grab his horse. I like his horse," said a man from the Lieyang tribe.

The one-eyed boy did not answer his question, but instead asked, "Are you willing to let me be your leader?"

Lieyang Xiong was stunned, and then a group of people laughed. The teenager didn't respond, just looked at the other party calmly, as if waiting for the other party to laugh enough.

"Whoever kills him with me, the horse is his."

"Hey boy, your head and horse are mine."

A strong man galloped on his horse, and the one-eyed boy raised the corner of his eyes slightly.