Chapter 263 Good Generals Are Hard to Find

According to historical records, "Jingguan" first appeared in the Spring and Autumn Period when wars were everywhere.

At that time, Jin and Chu were at war, and Chu was victorious. In order to frighten other vassal states, Chu gathered the corpses of Jin people, placed them outside the city wall, and built a horrific grave with them.

Although it was very cruel and considered to be harmful to the peace of heaven, it did achieve the effect of deterring other countries. Because of this, not only did the various princes not unite to condemn this kind of behavior, but they rushed to follow suit to show their force.

Unexpectedly, when the Xiongnu prisoners of war heard Zhang Liao's order that only the dead should be built into the capital and no one would be hurt, they worked even harder.

"General, this is the head of our tribal leader, maybe it can be exchanged for meritorious service."

"This person's identity is not simple, he is Pi Xiaowang..."

The situation was urgent last night, and all the battalion attacking cavalry had only one thought in their minds: to kill and penetrate.

So they didn't bother to identify the enemy, so they killed it directly. However, now that the prisoners of war actively cooperate, things have become much easier.

Ding Yuan immediately changed the order:

All Xiongnu nobles above ten thousand riders do not have to be sent to Beijing. Their heads are cut off and bled, then pickled with lime and salt, and finally put into boxes for preservation, waiting for the envoy sent by the imperial court to inspect and accept them.

As for those captains, captains of thousands of riders, and commanders of hundreds of riders, they also enjoyed special treatment and were placed at the top of the Jingguan to serve as a warning to others.

The smell of blood and stench spread dozens of miles away, and it also attracted groups of vultures, who greedily enjoyed the free meal, but the Han soldiers did not stop them.

There are too many dead bodies, tens of thousands.

Even though the lord sent a lot of elites who could lift a tripod to help, they still couldn't take care of it. They were busy from noon to you, and they barely built it.

It has a radius of one mile and a height of thirteen feet.

From a distance, it looks like a small bump in the wilderness, but it exudes a foul smell.

Thanks to Zhang Liao's rich experience, he specially ordered people to fetch lime. When pouring the Jingguan, this material must be spread evenly between each layer of corpses. Not only that, after the Jingguan was built, he even personally commanded the soldiers and poured lime outside. A thick layer was piled up so as not to cause plague.

After all, tens of thousands of corpses are piled up in one place, and if they are allowed to rot like this, the people of Bingzhou will suffer in the end, and lime can not only be used to preserve the heads of the bandit chiefs, but also to ward off evil spirits—

In the eyes of people in this era, the so-called evil and evil are the source of the plague.

"Why hasn't Meng Ming come back yet?"

Hearing that the construction of the Beijing Temple was completed, Ding Yuan deliberately walked out of the Chinese army camp and made a tour of it.

However, looking at the increasingly gloomy sky, his complacency gradually faded away, because he thought of Lu Li who was chasing the enemy single-handedly.

Ding Yuan still feels his blood churns when he thinks about the act of self-reporting his name before the battle.

And it is really gratifying that such a handsome and loyal young man, Jun Yan, can take the initiative to come to seek refuge with him.

Born poor?

It doesn't matter.

The hero doesn't ask where he came from, he Ding Yuan came from a humbler background, how is he now? Zhang Yi was besieged and slaughtered by alien races, and the position of governor was vacant. He only needed to do a little work, and he was in his pocket.

In fact, after witnessing Lu Li's performance last night, Ding Yuan already regarded him as a good son-in-law, and when the army returned to the army and cleaned up the remnants of the yellow scarves, he invited Lu Xu to the mansion to discuss the important matters of his son and daughter.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, maybe Meng Ming encountered some trivial matter on the road, which delayed the time."

Zhang Liao held his breath. Seeing that the lord was a little anxious, he slowly analyzed: "Although the Huns have strange methods, they are far from being the opponents of those who comprehend the spirit of war. I heard that Meng Ming killed Wan Qichang in a single meeting, let alone That pampered and respected King Guli is almost destroyed."

Not long ago, Zhang Liao personally slashed and killed Zuo Xianwang. The whole process was as easy as butchering a pig and a dog. In addition, he knew Lu Li's strength, so his words were naturally convincing.

At this time, Ding Yuan also stabilized his mind, and said helplessly: "The old man is not worried that he will not be able to capture King Guli, but that he will cross the border to attack bandits and conflict with the officials and troops of other states."

"You and Ji prefectures don't have any strong generals." Zhang Liao still had confidence in Lu Li, "What's more, Meng Ming has always been quick-witted, and he will definitely return home with his body."

For some reason, Zhang Liao thought of the scene when the two met. After meeting him, the guy didn't blush or breathe, and pointed directly at the fork in front of him and said: Left.

If he hadn't known in advance that the thief-killer was wearing fox fur, he might have been tricked.

"If Meng Ming can't give the old man a reasonable explanation after returning to the camp, he must be severely punished."

Ding Yuan, who was comforted, was in a good mood, stroked his beard with a smile, looked into the distance and said:

"Punish him with half a year's salary."

As for whether the beloved general crossed the border, and whether he offended other princes in the middle, Ding Yuan didn't care at all. Just like Zhang Liao said, You and Ji prefectures don't have very strong generals. Besides, who can compare with Fengxian?

at the same time.

The black-maned horse carrying Lu Li and Zhao Yun kept snorting and slowed down involuntarily.

As gusts of bad wind passed by, Zhao Yun frowned slightly, and couldn't help asking, "Where does this stench come from?"

"It should have floated from the camp of the Huns."

Lu Li checked the direction carefully, and said to himself, "No, logically speaking, it's been so long, the Lord should have sent someone to bury all the corpses, how could there be such a strong smell."

For a moment, the two were in doubt.

At the same time, a possibility came to mind: Xiutu divided his troops to help and was fighting fiercely with the Han army, so the lord (Ding Yuan) had no time to distract himself from disposing of the corpse.

At this thought, Zhao Yun could not help but tighten the ancient sword in his hand, and asked: "Brother, why don't we find a high ground first and observe the situation ahead?"

"Need not."

After quickly calming down, Lu Li shook his head. He had confidence in Zhang Liao, and he didn't think Xiutu Gehu, who had been around Yanmen County for a long time, was capable of fighting the Han army. Perhaps the lord had come up with some new tricks.

Furthermore, with his and Zhao Yun's bravery, why be afraid of those bastards, whoever dares to block the way, just kill them directly.

Just like that, Lu Li tightened his grip on the horse's belly, signaling the black-maned horse to speed up.

Woohoo.

With a strange cry, a black shadow flitted across the wilderness, setting off countless snow and dust.

"came back."

Almost at the same time, Zhang Liao, who was about to return to the camp with the lord, had a smile on his face and turned to look southeast.

Hearing this, the mature and prudent Ding Yuan also looked up into the distance.

"Jingguan?"

A small mountain was reflected in Zhao Yun's pupils, and the stench came from here.

Anyone who is willing to join the army knows this thing.

A few years ago, Huangfusong suppressed the Yellow Turban Uprising in Xiaquyang, and used 100,000 human heads to pour out the Jingguan Pagoda!

At that time, the whole country was in an uproar, and the general instantly changed from a well-known pillar of the country to a bloodthirsty butcher.