Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

When the Liao Kingdom went to Beijing, outside the thick city gate, a man was walking around the door with his neck curled up, as if it would be a little warmer. Together with other herdsmen and people, he watched the battle outside the city curiously.

Only in October, there was light snow on the grassland and the weather was very cold. The sky was gray; the falling snow on the ground had not covered the dead grass, and looked like an old man's gray hair.

In the depths of the snow all over the sky, black crowds are surging, and the snow is hazy, like a vague picture.

A herdsman not far away said in Khitan words: "It's going to fight a big battle, and the tribal army is here. There are many tents in the north of the city, and they are all people from various tribes."

The man with his neck curled up was a Han, named Zhang Fugui, who had dealt with the Khitan for many years and knew the Khitan dialect.

Zhang Fugui was wrapped in thick fur, his waist was wrapped with a hemp rope, and his head was covered with a wide shoulder-length dog-skin hat. As long as he did not speak, at first glance, he could not tell whether he was a Khitan or a Han. The faces of the Khitan and Han'er are different, but they are all yellow-skinned, and it is difficult to distinguish only from the small half of the face under the dog's leather cap.

However, Han'er and Khitan people live together in the south of the city, and Han'er has the most craftsmen, even if it is found to be Han'er, it is nothing.

Zhang Fugui watched for a while, then curled his neck, put his hands in his sleeves, and crouched into the city silently. Most of the southern part of the upper capital is Han'er, but Zhang Fugui is still uneasy here, usually "] cautiously and basically never smiled.

He opened a door along the quaint and old street in the wind and snow, and then opened the rear leather curtain hanging on it. What was reflected in the curtain was a pile of red and blue firewood, and an iron kettle was hung on it. The lid of the iron kettle was shaken by the "clang" of water vapor. Sitting next to the firewood were two people, a thin old man over fifty years old, and a thick-waisted man with bald hair and thick waist. Zhang Fugui kept his eyes on the face of the bald man.

At this time, the old man stood up: "A Lang, he is here. I told him that you have gone out of the city, and I don't know if you understand it, so I waited for it."

Zhang Fugui nodded, and walked over and said slowly in jerky Khitan dialect: "I, go out, Abu Jiu is waiting."

The Khitan native Abu pointed directly to a large package in the corner: "Pizi has brought it, and I will send ginseng tomorrow."

"Well, thank you Abu, you are very trustworthy." Zhang Fugui shook the snowflakes on his body and went over to check the leather.

Abu said: "Don't worry, they are all good products."

Zhang Fugui smiled, as if he looked at his skin and cared about the goods... In fact, he couldn't make any money with this stuff, and he didn't want to make a fortune with this stuff.

Zhang Fugui did trade in northern goods, mainly through cooperation with Youzhou Han people. Toqidan people brought ginseng and rare animal furs from the northeast... This kind of thing is very rare and precious in the Central Plains and even in the southern countries, but it has been too far away. If you can't make a lot of money, and your strength is not strong enough, the risk is also great.

Later, he was found by people from the imperial court and did some meticulous work. It's still dangerous, but the reward is very good.

If it is not for wealth and livelihood, who wants to go to such an unfamiliar place in life? Zhang Fugui first found a Khitanese to cooperate, and it was this Abu.

And this Abu doesn't talk about credit!

On the grassland, Abu wanted to kill Zhang Fugui all the money he brought! Zhang Fugui would say or say...All the money will be given to him, as long as he gets some leather and ginseng; there is another chance to make money.

At that time, life and death were on the line! Human greed saved Zhang Fugui's life; it was because of interest, not credit and sympathy. Only then has a path been established. It is not easy for Han'er to come to Beijing. Most of the craftsmen there were brought over from Youzhou.

Zhang Fugui then watched Abu with the fire light. Abu took a piece of dried meat and roasted it on the flame, without any doubt.

At this time, Abu said: "I heard that you went out of the city? It's best not to go out and walk around casually. The area around Beijing is full of troops. I heard that a few people were killed as spies the other day."

Zhang Fugui said: "Then how do I take the leather out?"

Abu said: "When the winter passes, it is too cold to go south now. The Liao army will not go out for more than two months. After this period of time, the road will be easy."

Zhang Fugui nodded: "Thank you Abu for reminding."

He got up and fetched a jug of wine and some cheese to entertain the Khitanese. It was getting dark before leaving.

At this time the snow stopped. Zhang Fugui opened the curtain, looked up, and then started walking back and forth in the room. Finally he took out the key to open a door, and the sound of "cuckoo" came from inside.

"Hush..." Zhang Fugui made a sound, but the pigeon couldn't understand it, and it still ran around in the cage. He took a small pot of grain and put it in, whispered: "After eating, I have to go home after I'm full."

Having said this, Zhang Fugui felt sour. He wanted to write a letter from the family, but the pigeon legs should not be tied to something too heavy, and even the message should be as brief as possible.

He sat down at the table and began to rub the ink, turning his head from time to time to observe the movements of the pigeons.

After preparing everything, Zhang Fugui took the bench and opened a small window above, and looked at the sky again. The dark sky, the snow has stopped, and there is no star. He let go of his hands, let the two pigeons fly out from the window, and said, "Go home, go home..." His eyes became a little wet after these two words.

...

In late October, Bazhou travelled on the south bank of the Juma River. Guo Shao succeeded in getting news from thousands of miles away.

Most of the more than 50,000 horsemen of the Forbidden Army have retreated to Bazhou, because a large number of horsemen need to eat food on the north bank of the Juma River, and now they have to save food for transportation to the front line.

Bazhou became the base camp of Hebei Qianying Military Mansion. This place is in a very good location, relying on the Juma River, in the middle section, not far from Zhuozhou West Line and Jinzhou East Line; it is also an important fortress in the Dazhou region. It has been in operation for many years and the city is very strong.

Guo Shao unfolded a small note, took a look, and said to the civil and military officials sitting next: "The army of Liao is going south."

Everyone immediately talked about it. Tan Shitou, who was standing next to Shili, gave Guo Shao quietly in surprise, and seemed to say: Your Majesty said that there will soon be news from Shangjing, and it is not surprising!

Regardless of everyone's discussion, Guo Shao directly ordered: "Immediately make an order to let the main guard Ma Busi go north, except for the tiger and the left arm of the infantry, to station in the three states of Xiong, Ba, and Yi, waiting for dispatch."

Wei Renpu worshipped: "The minister abides by the edict."

Guo Shao added: "To do everything possible to speed up the transportation of grain, we must ensure the reserves of grain and grass in the four cities of Zhuozhou, Gu'an, Xincheng, and Jinzhou~www.readwn.com~ The first-class Liao army goes south, and the grain transportation road is threatened. ."

Prime Minister Li Gu said: "The minister abides by the edict."

Guo Shao issued two military orders very quickly, his expression lightened slightly. He recalled left and right and said: "The Winter War is inevitable. Our Great Zhou Army will deploy about 270,000 soldiers (real numbers) on the Juma River front line; it is estimated that the Liao Army should have more than 100,000 cavalry and some Xi infantry. This war is about the survival of the country and we must go all out!"

Everyone's expressions condensed and they clasped their fists to express their stance.

Guo Shao said in a deep voice: "According to the Privy Council's strategy, this winter's battle, the strategy is to protect the integrity of the fortifications on the Zhuo, Gu, Xin, and Tianjin fronts. Don't rush for success!"

At this time, a rumbling drum sounded from the distance outside the lobby, as if urging the prelude to the war, Guo Shao tightened inexplicably. He secretly took a deep breath and quietly waited for the long and difficult period of time to pass.

Everything will pass...I thought of the Shouzhou battle that year, without holding my head in torment, but looking back now is just a relatively deep memory.

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