Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty Chapter 695: Go home

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Liao State went to Beijing. Outside the thick city gate, a man was walking with his neck in the doorway, as if it would be a little warmer. Together with other herdsmen and people, he looked curiously at the formation outside the city. battle.

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 the gray head of an old man.

In the depths of the snowy 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 who curled his neck was a man named Zhang Fugui, who had dealt with the Khitan for many years and knew the Khitan dialect.

Zhang Fugui was wrapped in thick fur, wrapped with a hemp rope around his waist, and covered with a wide shoulder-length dog leather hat. As long as he didn't speak, at first glance, he couldn't tell whether he was a Khitan. Still Han. The faces of the Khitans 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 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 capital city is Han'er, but Zhang Fugui is still uneasy here, and he has never smiled cautiously.

He walked along the quaint and old street in the wind and snow, opened a door, and 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 bald man with a thick waist. Zhang Fugui kept his gaze on the face of the bald man.

At this moment, the old man stood up: "A Lang, he is here, I told him that you are out of the city, and I don't know if you understand it, so I will warm up here and wait."

Zhang Fugui nodded, walked over and said slowly in jerky Khitan dialect: "I went out for a while, Abu Jiu waited."

Abu, a Khitan native, pointed directly to a large package in the corner: "I have brought Pizi, and I will bring ginseng tomorrow."

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

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

Zhang Fugui smiled, as if he was very concerned about the goods... In fact, he couldn't make any money with this thing, and he didn't want to rely on this family.

Zhang Fugui was indeed trading in northern goods, mainly through the 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 southern countries, but Tossing and turning too far can not make a lot of money, and the risk of not being strong enough is also very high, and it is very likely to lose money in half a lot of money.

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 weren't for the sake of wealth and livelihood, who would be willing to go to such an unfamiliar place in life? Zhang Fugui first found a Khitanese to cooperate, and it was this Abu.

And this Abramovich is not creditable!

On the grassland, Abu wanted to kill Zhang Fuguitu all the money he brought! Zhang Fugui said or said...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 interests, not credit and sympathy. This established a path. 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 better not to go out casually at this time. The vicinity of 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 is over, it is too cold to go south now. It will not be two months before the Liao army goes out. After this time, the road will be easy."

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

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

At this moment 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 voice, but the pigeon couldn't understand it, and it was still running around in the cage. He took a small pot of grain and put it in, whispered: "After eating, I'm going home after I'm full."

Speaking of 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, looking back from time to time to observe the movements of the pigeons.

After everything was ready, Zhang Fugui took the bench and opened a small window above, and looked at the sky again. The black 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 saying these two words.

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In late October, Bazhou travels 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 and soldiers 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's Qianying Military Mansion. This place is in a very good location, leaning on the Juma River, in the middle section, not far from the 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 who were sitting down: "The army of Liao State 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!

In spite of everyone’s discussion, Guo Shao directly ordered: “Immediately make an order to let the main guard Ma Busi, except the tiger and the left-wing infantry, go north to station in the three states of Xiongba Yi and wait for dispatch."

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

Guo Shao said again: "Do everything we can to speed up the transportation of grain to ensure the reserves of grain and grass in the four cities of Jinzhou, Gu'an New Town, Zhuozhou. Once the Liao army goes south, the grain transportation road will be 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 attitude.

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 Zhuogu Xinjin front fortifications. Don't rush for success!"

At this time, there was a rumbling drum sound 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 for that time, now it is only a deep memory to look back.