Chapter 660 Be prepared
“A sneeze, a sneeze!”
Feng Yong, who was far away in Longyou, naturally didn't know that someone was trying to trick him. He thought it was because the weather was cold and he hadn't adapted to it.
At the end of September, Longyou is about to enter October, and the weather has turned from cool to cold.
Horse horse and gallop, the wind blows on your face, and you feel a dull pain.
Since the Battle of Qingshui, Feng Yong led his people to patrol from south to north, and no large-scale Qiang rebellion could attract his attention.
The largest number of people is only a few hundred people entrenched on a certain mountain.
Either send the Qiang and Hu to explain it personally, or the other party just waits and surrenders. If you really encounter die-hard elements, A can just go there. What strategy is there?
It can only be regarded as a security war, not a rebellion.
But regardless of whether they were rebels or not, Feng Yong immediately drove them all to Pingxiang.
There is no other way. The Qiang and Hu in Tianshui and Nan'an are okay. After all, they already have communication channels. Even in winter, they can go to Jicheng or Pingxiang to get some relief food without worrying about starving to death.
But for the Qiang and Hu in Hanyang County, Feng Yong is really worried: What if you take my food and become robbers? So you might as well go to Pingxiang and help me build the city.
Anyway, judging from the current situation, the number of Qiang and Hu people in Hanyang County that can be found is only 50,000 to 60,000 at most.
In addition, the Qiang and Hu have a semi-nomadic habit. Moving tens of thousands of people is not a big problem—where is nomadicism not nomadic?
To be honest, in the entire Hanyang County, the Qiang and Hu population was less than 100,000. This data was a bit beyond Feng Yong's expectation.
Not only in Hanyang County, but also in Tianshui County, which has the largest population, the number of Qiang and Hu people currently reported is only about 100,000.
Including those who are not counted, according to Feng Yong's estimation, at most it will not exceed half of the known number of people.
So after calculating this, excluding Longxi County, the remaining three counties of Longyou have less than 300,000 Qiang and Hu.
The current population of Yuexun County has reached 300,000, and one county is equivalent to three counties.
Even if the population of Qiang and Hu is half the number of Han people, Yuexun County will still be able to surpass the two counties of Longyou.
Longyou is so desolate, it’s really no joke.
This is one of the reasons why Feng Yong dared to promise to supply Qiang and Hu winter food.
After all, God did not drive people to a dead end this year. It started to rain in August, which was the time to plant winter wheat.
In this way, the Qianghu in Tianshui and Nan'an counties will be able to barely harvest a batch of grain by May or June next year.
Coupled with the cattle, sheep and some stored grains of the Qiang and Hu tribes, Feng Yong actually only needs to provide part of the rations and grains, which can almost get them through.
Smaller tribes that really don’t have any food stores can go to Pingxiang to exchange their energy for food, and there will probably be no problem.
For Feng Yong, the pressure is neither too great nor too small.
But with the grain production base of Yuexun and the Nanxiang Trade Center, there is no need to worry too much.
Of course, it would be better if we could get some grain from the wealthy families in Longyou.
Just as the Colonel Guarding Qiang was thinking about it, the sentry cavalry sent to the front to inquire brought back a message: General Suibian was coming with a hundred cavalry.
After a while, I saw smoke and dust rising in front of me.
Liu Hun, a Qiang protector, led the Qiang and Hu cavalry to meet them.
At the same time, Zhang Yi and Jufu asked the Han army to form a formation as a precaution.
Huo Yi went to the rear to arrange the remaining Qiang and Hu cavalry.
Soon, Liu Hun came back with someone, and it turned out to be Zhao Guang.
“Brother!”
Zhao Guang recognized Feng Yong from a distance, shouted, whipped his riding whip, and rushed over.
“Let him in.”
Feng Yong asked someone to pass on the order.
The crossbowmen and the swordsmen opened a passage with a bang.
Feng Yong was a little excited when he saw Zhao Guang.
Although we were only separated for a few months, after walking on the edge of life and death, it seemed like we were separated by years.
Feng Junhou is brewing emotions here and just wants to give his brother a warm hug.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Guang was halfway running happily, and he didn't know what was going on in his head. He suddenly turned over and dismounted, walked up to a Mo Dao hand, looked left and right, and even reached out to touch the Mo Dao's blade.
Feng Yong waited for a long time, but he didn’t come... He didn’t come...
A gust of cold wind blew by, extinguishing Feng Yong's fiery brotherhood and bringing up a wisp of green smoke.
Feng Yong twitched the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth, and ordered with a cold face, "Retract the team."
After the military order was passed down, there was a "swish" sound, the Mo Dao was put away and assembled. Zhao Guang was caught off guard and was squeezed out of the queue.
Even so, this guy is still reluctant to leave.
“Brother, I haven’t noticed before that this Modao team is so powerful.” Zhao Guang walked up to Feng Yong, his eyes still glancing in the direction of Modao team, “Tell me, can you...”
"No!" Before Zhao Guang finished speaking, Feng Yong knew what he wanted to fart, and immediately broke his fantasy, "You can't afford it even if I give it to you."
When Zhao Guang heard this, his face suddenly became unconvinced, "It's not like I don't have money!"
Feng Yong sneered, "You? With all your wealth combined, you can't even support a hundred people. What will you do to marry Mrs. Huang?"
Why is it that the Mo Dao team was so successful in the street pavilion, but Zhuge Lao Yao didn’t plan to form one?
There is only one reason, and that is that the cost is too high.
Not to mention the Mo Dao, the craftsmanship is complex and difficult to make. One Mo Dao is enough to cost a family two years.
Not to mention the armor on his body.
Even the Modao team that Feng Yong has on hand is actually not considered complete, because the armor has not yet reached the ideal requirements in his mind.
These are just weapons and armor. There are strict requirements for Mo Daoshou's height and physical strength.
There are also disciplines, team consciousness, wartime passwords, etc. These may seem very basic, but they are highly demanding for soldiers in this era.
The population base of Nanxiang and Yuexun is more than 300,000, but Feng Yong can only gather so few people. It is not without reason.
This is still the case when Nanxiang soldiers account for the majority. If there are too few Nanxiang soldiers as the backbone of the grassroots, the combat effectiveness of the Modao team will begin to decrease.
After Lin Lin finally settled down, the prime minister of the Han Dynasty could only look at the ocean and sigh.
How many years did the Han Dynasty have enough wealth? The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty was really scared of poverty. How could he dare to spend money as lavishly as Feng Yong?
The Huqiang Colonel was able to control such a large amount of money. In fact, it was because the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty wanted to subsidize the Mo Dao team and let Feng Yong maintain the only Mo Dao team in the Han Dynasty. If it could continue to expand, that would be even better.
Zhao Guang was shocked when he heard that Feng Yong had done all the calculations for him. He could only mutter unwillingly, "No wonder my brother was so nervous about expenses last year."
"Okay, stop complaining." Feng Yong led him towards the camp, "Tell me about the situation over there."
The meeting place with Zhao Guang was arranged at the foot of the west foot of Longshan Mountain in the northernmost part of Hanyang County, closest to Anding County.
Zhao Guang came over the mountain from Xiaoguan along the chicken coop road.
“It’s bitter! Brother, you don’t know. In the past few months, we have eaten only solid food. Look at the corners of our mouths, how rotten they are!”
Zhao Guang caught up a few steps, pointed at the corner of his mouth, and complained to Feng Yong.
“Also, it gets colder in Anping than in Shuzhong. It’s not October yet, so we have to light a fire to keep warm at night. Otherwise, the clothes in the army can’t stop the cold at all.”
The climate in central Shu is different from that in the north. Feng Yong had warned Zhao Guang and others a long time ago, but it was obvious that even though they were mentally prepared, they were still a little uncomfortable.
“Didn’t I tell you to boil more pine needle water to drink?”
During the making process of fried noodles, the vitamins are destroyed and exhausted, so additional supplements are needed.
Otherwise, like Zhao Guang, the rotten corners of his mouth would be considered minor.
Zhao Guang coughed dryly and said, "I drank too much. Sometimes I feel sick and can't drink anymore."
"I think you're the only one who can't drink!" Feng Yong glared at him, "There are so many problems! Did you have a picky mouth before?"
Zhao Guang was speechless.
“As for the cold-weather clothes, don’t worry, I’ve already asked Nanxiang to prepare them, and Dongfeng Express will deliver them soon.”
The reason why Feng Yong was so anxious to inspect Hanyang County was actually to ensure that the Xiaoguan grain road was unobstructed.
Otherwise, those rebellious Qiang and Hu would cause a headache to the logistics team from time to time.
In the camp, the dried chicken has been steamed, the mutton has been boiled, and there are also picked wild onions and the like.
The most important thing is to have rice.
The aroma of meat and rice filled the entire camp.
Zhao Guang's eyes were glowing green. He rushed forward and scooped out a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth. He was so burned that he whined and refused to open his mouth.
“Eat slowly, no one will compete with you!”
Feng Yong looked at him like a hungry dog snatching food, stuffing everything he could into his mouth like a storm, and persuaded him from the side.
"Woooo..." Zhao Guang shook his head, not knowing what he was saying, and juices were splashing everywhere.
In your current appearance, how can you still have any trace of the handsome young man's unparalleled demeanor when we first met him?
It seems that he did suffer a lot while guarding Xiaoguan.
Until he picked out the last grain of rice in the pot and put it into his mouth, Feng Yong asked, "Have you eaten? Tell me what's going on over there in Anding?"
Stability is very important. At least for now, Xiaoguan in Anding County is the only stronghold of the Han Dynasty that occupies the east side of Longshan.
Through this stronghold, the Han Dynasty could cross the Longshan Mountain without any scruples, or go south to threaten Qian County, or follow the Jing River to threaten Xinping County.
Qianxian County was an important city that blocked the Guanlong Avenue after Cao Wei lost Longguan.
Xinping County was an important barrier for Cao Wei to protect the pass after Anping responded to the Northern Expedition of the Han Dynasty.
"It's a mess, it's a mess." Zhao Guang burped, "Over in Xinping County, I heard that Cao Cao had deployed 50,000 troops to try to march into Anding."
"In Anding County, there are those who support the Han people, and some who are against the Cao thieves. Qiang and Hu, the powerful clans, have raised their flags. These forces, large and small, are intertwined, and they are almost losing their minds."
Feng Yong nodded after hearing these words. It seems that Anding County has become a buffer zone between the Han Dynasty and Cao Wei. If there is no chaos, there will be trouble.
“Didn’t it say that Yang Tiao, a wealthy family in Yuezhi City, raised troops to respond to the Han Dynasty?”
When Zhao Guang heard this, he had a troubled look on his face, "This Yang Tiao, I also have a headache. When I arrived at Xiaoguan, I thought of ways to contact him and ask him to move to the west so that he could take care of me."
"I never thought that he would actually say that he would defend Yuezhi City. Yuezhi City is a bit far away from Xiaoguan. It's good to say now. After all, Anping is in chaos, and Yuezhi City is considered strong, so there is no need to worry for the time being."
"But that won't be the case in the future. If the Cao thieves march to Anding next year and attack Yuezhi City from the north, I'm afraid it won't be easy for me to support them."
Feng Yong frowned slightly after hearing this. This was a problem.
The other party is a person who responded to the Northern Expedition of the Han Dynasty. If he does not save him when he is in danger, it will chill people's hearts.
If we go to rescue, the distance is too far, and Xiaoguan is such an important place, how can we easily divide our troops? If you fall into the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain, you will regret it later.
Feng Yong thought for a while and said, "Let's do this. I'll find a way to get you some horses, and then you can form a cavalry army of a thousand people. If there is an emergency in Yuezhi City, let Wei Ran lead the thousands of cavalry."
“Your main task is to guard Xiao Pass. Unless you have an order, you must not lead the army to leave easily, so as not to be taken advantage of.”
Zhao Guang was overjoyed after hearing this, "I knew my brother loved me!"
Get out of here! What I love is my Xijun!
“But it’s up to you to bring up the matter to the Prime Minister yourself.”
“It’s natural.”
Feng Yong pondered for a moment and then said, "Also, if you have anything to do, write to General Zhao and General Ma and ask them what tips they have for the cavalry."
"One of them is an adult of yours, and the other is your cousin." At this point, Feng Yong glanced at Zhao Guang, "If you can learn the true ability of commanding a cavalry, I will give you some big gifts."
“Brother, are you serious about what you said?”
When Zhao Guang heard this, his eyes lit up and he quickly came over and asked.
A gift worthy of being spoken by a brother is definitely not a gift in the eyes of ordinary people.
“What do you think of Huo Qianqi?”
“There are many brave warriors, six long-distance drives, electric shocks and thunder, drinking from the sea of horses, sealing wolves to live in the mountains, crossing the river to the west, and praying to all the counties. If I can get eleven of them, I will have no regrets even if I die!”
“I don’t know whether these great gifts of mine can make you the second Huo Qiaoqi, but if you can get half of it, I think it should be no problem.”
Zhao Guang stood up suddenly, kicked over the bowl and pot at his feet, and rushed forward, "Brother, brother! You must give it to me!"
“Let’s learn the cavalry skills of General Zhao and General Ma first!”
"no problem!"
(End of this chapter)