Chapter 1158 Standing Upright
The sunset was gorgeous and beautiful, and the originally noisy battlefield gradually calmed down. Except for some scattered wild dogs and scavenging crows that escaped from nowhere and were still diligently digging through the corpses, Most places have returned to tranquility.
The captured Qiang people were stripped clean, herded together naked, and locked into huge temporary wooden cages.
People are like this. When they have something, they don't feel how much they cherish it. When they lose it, they regret it deeply, even if it is a worn-out leather robe.
The same is true for Li Guan.
After losing his home and family, Li Guan regretted how stupid and ridiculous his free words and thoughts he had been saying from time to time were. He gritted his teeth and expressed his desire to leave home and be independent and no longer subject to any jurisdiction. Now that he has realized it, however, There was no joy at all, only boundless pain.
damn it……
For Li Guan, it was naturally not Li Guan himself who deserved death, but these Qiang people.
The Qiang people were stripped of their robes, as if they had pried open their fierce outer shell. They were as obedient as sheep waiting to be slaughtered. They didn't even dare to raise their heads, but occasionally looked in panic with fearful little eyes. Looking around...
Li Guan stood outside the wooden cage with a vicious and ferocious expression, but after grinding his teeth, he still ordered: "Let these Qiang dogs make a fire, no, two fires... Just don't freeze to death..."
According to Li Guan's own thoughts, he really wanted to kill all the surrendered Qiang people to vent his hatred. However, since he has now surrendered to Fei Qian, Fei Qian's will must come first. Since Fei Qian, the General of the Expedition to the West, no, he should be the General of Hussars soon, said that keeping these Qiang people would be useful, then no matter how much Li Guan wanted to get pleasure from the blood of the Qiang people, he had to endure it.
Because this is Li Guan's only value in front of Fei Qian.
Unlike most of the children of the Guanzhong gentry, others still have some manor land tenants, and no matter how bad they are, they also have some family manpower. Apart from a dozen guards, Li Guan does not have any other resources. After grabbing Fei Qian's thigh, why don't you wait for Fei Qian to come and beg him?
Since Fei Qian was going to use Qiang people, although Li Guan didn't know what exactly Fei Qian was going to be used for, he wanted to give the Qiang people a beating in advance, temper these originally unruly guys, and let them know some of the rules they should have. Naturally, Li Guan believed that this was his responsibility.
If he needs his master's orders for everything, he is not a good minion. Li Guan was originally a boss, but now he has become a person who is used to being bossed, so he naturally understands the key. Only when Zheng Xi, no, the hussar general can use it smoothly and get used to it, can Li Guan regain his ability. A chance to rise from the bottom…
For this goal, Li Guan would not hesitate to sacrifice everything.
Although Li Guan doesn't have much to give.
What Li Guan did was naturally visible to Fei Qian standing on the top of the city.
Fei Qian didn't have much opinion about the current misery of the Qiang people. The reason why the Qiang people are in this situation is just because they were defeated, it's that simple.
Similarly, if the Han people were defeated, then the Han people's experience would definitely be even more tragic.
So what about the next war?
Who can conquer and who will be defeated?
"The stud died..." Pang Tong came over, wrapped in a big cloak, and cupped his hands. Even his head seemed to be buried in the thick fur of the collar of the big cloak, as if to resist the coldness of the spring night. Feng's tone was a little dull and indifferent, and he spoke slowly, as if he was chatting about Asan and Asi's dog.
"Why?" Fei Qian had just taken over the situation, and he had so many things to do. He had not had time to pay attention to the Zhong family's affairs. He had just heard that the Zhong family and his son were fighting to the death on the city, and they did not insult the blood of the men in Guanzhong. The name of courage.
"I'm getting older, and I was poisoned by fire when I was in battle..." Pang Tong said, "A certain person has sent someone in the name of the monarch and sent a team of soldiers to jointly protect the Zhong family... Well, I don't know what you think can be done. Which words are appropriate?”
"What suggestions do you have?" Fei Qian nodded. A team consists of fifty people. The size of a team. The average school captain's private bodyguards have this number. Therefore, Pang Tong deployed them without prior notification. , it is also within the scope of authority, and it is a normal thing, and it is also an attitude of showing Fei Qian to the Zhong family, which can reassure people and does a good job.
However, Fei Qian was a little curious about what Pang Tong would say about Zhong Shao.
Elegy, also called elegies, is actually a posthumous title. It originated from the Western Zhou Dynasty. It was originally one or two very concise words, so it was called a word. However, later people felt that one or two words could not fully express themselves. His style became longer and longer, and finally it became an elegiac couplet in later generations...
One kind of posthumous title is officially finalized, that is, it will be written into the history of Qing Dynasty, and is called official posthumous title. The other kind, like Pang Tong's, is a folk evaluation of a certain character, which is called posthumous title. It is a private posthumous title, which is basically the same as the situation in later generations. The official one sends the official one, and the people have their own private evaluation.
It's just that for someone of Fei Qian's current level, the posthumous title given to him must have some weight...
"Zhuang and Ping are two different words..." Pang Tong snorted in his cloak.
"Zhuang, Ping..." Fei Qian also smiled and said, "That's right... the deceased is the most important, so that's it..."
"Since the father-in-law has died, if you have time, you should still go and express your condolences..." Pang Tong said slowly, "Currently, the gentry in Guanzhong have nothing to rely on, and it's the perfect time to win over..."
Fei Qian nodded, stood on the city with his hands behind his back, looked into the distance and said: "Condolences are also appropriate, but it's just about trying to win over... let's not do it for now... there are more important things to do now..."
Pang Tong followed Fei Qian's gaze and saw Li Guan standing next to the wooden cage with his teeth and claws waving, and said, "A humble family?"
Although it is said that we want to change the status quo of some nobles, it does not mean that they will kill everyone with swords and guns when they see them, with a fierce look on their face, holding the banner that all those who disobey will die, and fight with all the nobles with open swords and guns. Instead of fighting to the death, it is better to use the differentiation of interests. It is best to use the nobles to do it themselves.
Although fear will scare a group of cowards, once a person overcomes the fearful mentality, he will become stronger than before and less likely to give in to fear...
Otherwise, Bald Qiang would have won long ago.
If you are strong, you will get tired easily, but if you are soft, you will last a long time.
So it is the right time to use a poor family like Li Guan. The old signboard of the Zhong family has fallen, and at a time when people are panicking, the banner of Zhengxi is naturally extremely attractive to these poor families.
"No..." Fei Qian smiled and said directly without showing off, "We need to prevent the plague first..."
"Huh? Temperature protection?" Pang Tongyi didn't understand for a moment and frowned in confusion.
"...Spring has arrived, it's rainy and dark..." Seeing Pang Tong's confusion, Fei Qian said, "...Do you remember the Guanzhong plague last year?"
"...Starting from tomorrow, we will clean up the surrounding areas, evacuate the refugees, and collect the corpses. Whenever a Han soldier dies, they will be collected and buried; as for the others, they will be gathered and burned... This matter cannot be delayed, and it is the top priority..." Fei Qian continued, "...If you ignore it, plague will easily occur..."
"...Guanzhong...will there be a big epidemic?" Pang Tong couldn't help but trembled and said, "If so, it must be put first..." Plague was something that could hardly be countered by human power in the Han Dynasty. It was equivalent to It was like a natural disaster, so even though Pang Tong was smart, he was a little shocked when he heard the word plague.
"Well, as for these guys? Let them dry first..." Fei Qian flicked the sleeves of his shirt, then walked down to the city with his hands behind his back, and said half-jokingly, "The cool breeze blows on the spring night, which is perfect for admiring the moon and flowers. It's a good time...does Shi Yuan have some fun to travel with?"
It is said that you are admiring the moon and flowers. Of course, it is impossible to really just look at some flowers and the moon.
Instead, look at a city.
Doucheng.
Chang'an City is in the shape of a Beidou in the north and a South Dipper in the south, so it is nicknamed Doucheng.
It's just that now Chang'an City has lost its beauty, and it has lost all the grace and splendor of its heyday. It is like an old woman with a yellowish face. We can only guess the beauty of her heyday from the outline.
After Emperor Guangwu, the economic and cultural center of the country gradually concentrated in Luoyang, with Chang'an as the companion capital. After Guangwu, these dozen emperors did not really come to Chang'an a few times, so naturally no one would bother to correct it. , it’s already pretty good just to maintain it on the surface.
"Gaozu established Changle, Emperor Hui built the city wall, Emperor Wu built Mingguang and Shanglin, which lasted nearly a hundred years...and then..." Fei Qian stood on the long street in front of the palace, looking at a corner of Changle Palace, and said slowly, "Then it was gone..."
Kunming Lake was filled with silt, and Shanglin Garden was gradually swallowed up by the imperial garden. Just like the current imperial court of the Eastern Han Dynasty, it was riddled with holes.
"Junhou, do you want to open the palace gate?" Huang Xu asked from the side.
Fei Qian shook his head and said: "Just take a walk outside and don't open the palace door. Just think of me as doing my duty as a minister tonight and patrolling Changle Palace..."
Just guard the honor of the great man all night. After dawn, you will still have to do whatever you have to do.
Pang Tong's eyes flashed and he suddenly said: "In that case, take out the flag and line up! Patrol the city!"
Upon hearing this, Huang Xu turned to look at Fei Qian.
Fei Qian thought for a moment, sighed, and said, "That's fine, just follow Shiyuan..."
"Wei!" Huang Xu accepted the order and turned around to gather his soldiers.
Fei Qian glared at Pang Tongyi and whispered: "I originally only wanted to see the scenery and take a rest, but you turned it into a show... Sigh..."
Pang Tong laughed twice and whispered: "What's so good about these tattered rubbles... By the way, what is 'sitting embroidery', sitting and embroidering?"
Fei Qian coughed and said, "Well, it's 'sitting embroidery'. Sitting and embroidering in public... Do you think it's uncomfortable or not?"
"What's so uncomfortable about embroidery? I see, don't those women embroider almost every day?" Pang Tong suddenly cast his eyes over, looked up and down Fei Qian's body, and suddenly smiled, "...I understand! It is indeed 'sitting embroidery' ', this is a good word, this is a really good saying... Well, 'sitting on embroidery', hahaha..."
The flag of General Zhengxi was raised high, and the three-color flags fluttered in the night wind.
Twenty cavalry lined up in two lines in front, followed by fifty heavily armored guards, protecting Fei Qian and Pang Tong in the middle, and then followed by thirty cavalry in a long queue.
"The general of the Han Dynasty's expedition to the west patrols the city!"
"Xianza retreat!"
"I said," Pang Tong said, looking up at the fluttering three-color flag and swaying on his horse, "I've always wanted to ask... why do you use three colors?"
"...Is this..." Fei Qian coughed, rolled his eyelids, and said without changing his expression, "Blue symbolizes the sky, but also symbolizes glory, calmness, and endless exploration; cyan symbolizes the earth, and also symbolizes With the hope of harvest, strength and eternity; is it red..."
The cyan color of the Han Dynasty was not the light color of later generations, but indigo, a darker color almost similar to blue-black.
"Symbolizes people? Fire? Blood and battle?" Pang Tong said inferences.
"Well, well, hehe... So the red is in the middle, which means we Han people..." Fei Qian smiled and said, "Stand upright! How about it?"
"That's right!" Pang Tong looked at the flag with bright eyes and couldn't help but praise, "Tsk, tsk, amazing, um, amazing... the people of heaven and earth..."
Fei Qian laughed twice, and secretly glanced at the tricolor flag. Well, even if Pang Tong didn't ask, he didn't realize that such a tricolor flag had such a special symbolic meaning...
Well, I must have thought this way originally, it must be so.
"Everyone, do you understand?" Pang Tong suddenly raised his arms high, pointed at the flag, shouted to the left and right: "Blue is the sky! Blue is the earth! We were born between heaven and earth, and we should stand upright against the sky. , Only then will we not insult the name of our Han people!"
"Wei!" Almost at the same time, the soldiers in the queue looked at the three-color flag, subconsciously raised their swords in greeting, and said in unison, "Stand up to heaven and earth, so that we can live up to the name of the Han people!"
"What? You can't hear me!" Pang Tong yelled almost without a teacher.
"Stand upright to the heaven and the earth! We will not be humiliated! We! The name of the Han people!"
The soldiers guarding the left and right, even Huang Xu, stretched his neck and shouted loudly with his veins exposed.
The sound was like muffled thunder, rolling across Changle Palace and rushing in all directions to the west...
At this time, it was the time of trance. Many people in Chang'an City finally took a breath after seeing the rebels outside the city being calmed down. They were exhausted and prepared to rest. Although it was not completely silent, they suddenly heard such an explosion from Chang'an. The sky in the city rolled by, and many people were so frightened that they fell from their beds.
"Stand upright?"
"Do you not insult the name of the Han people?"
That night, many people stood or sat in small clothes, standing still for a long time. It wasn't until they sneezed repeatedly that they realized and got into bed. But even so, they still tossed and turned and couldn't sleep...