The sky is clear and the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.

Well, this was Liu Yuan's hallucination. This place was a grass pavilion on the outskirts of Yecheng, where the welcome was sent, and it was not an endless grassland. But he did think a lot, and his thoughts had long returned to the place where he once galloped on a horse when he was a boy.

The vast sea of ​​grass.

There is a rough wind there.

There are pure white sheep there.

There are galloping horses there.

There is a girl there who I liked in the early years...

After decades of separation, my hair on the temples has turned gray.

Life is unpredictable. My wife has passed away long ago and my children have grown up.

And he himself has finally entered the twilight years of his life irrevocably.

"Can't see through it, can't see through it!" Liu Yuan smiled bitterly.

He didn't understand why at this age he still had to go back to the grassland to toil.

When Hu Yanyou first came, he was actually not very enthusiastic. Later, the emperor's brother refused to let him go and asked him to continue participating in the military in the shogunate, so he agreed without any dissatisfaction.

But unexpectedly, within a few months, his ambition gradually grew and eventually got out of control.

Hu Yanyou once said something to him, which was a paraphrase of the words of You Xian King Liu Xuan (grandfather of Liu Yuantang): "Zuo Xian King (Liu Yuan) is a man of extraordinary prowess and martial prowess. If God does not want to raise the Xiongnu, he will be born in vain."

Today, the Sima family is killing each other, causing chaos all over the world, and it is time to revive the evil cause of Han!"

This sentence seemed to hit Liu Yuan's heart, leaving him in a daze for a long time.

During these days, Liu Yuan would chew on this sentence carefully every time he tossed and turned and could not sleep at night.

Emotionally, he couldn't agree more.

Intellectually, he felt it was pointless.

The Xiongnu have long been in disarray. How can they resume the great cause of expelling Hanxie!

The education he had received over the years told him to give up. He was already old and half of his feet were in the coffin. Why would he still accompany those ambitious people to cause trouble?

Do they really obey you from the bottom of their hearts?

You have been away from home for so many years. How many old acquaintances in the tribe are still alive?

Those people speak vulgarly, have no integrity, and have no morals. Are you on the same page as them?

If you stay with wild beasts, people will become cruel, which is not in line with the code of conduct for most of your life.

Just going back and forth like this, Liu Yuan had repeated conflicts in his heart, which was extremely tormenting.

Until Sima Ying made a decision for him, everything was relieved!

Before leaving, Liu Yuan took one last look at the scenery on the outskirts of Yecheng.

The wild fields are opened widely, and the rivers and canals pass each other. Why is the millet so gloomy, and the flowing waves stir up sad sounds.

Farewell, Yecheng.

The former Liu Yuanhai is probably dead forever...

After getting on his horse, he never looked back. Surrounded by the guests and servants, he headed westward, working hard, and arrived at Zuoguocheng in only more than ten days.

At the end of September, Youxian King Liu Xuan and others worshiped Liu Yuan as the Great Chanyu.

Then he headed to Lishi to gather his tribe and made it their capital.

Although the country has not yet been officially established, the rise of the Xiongnu power is already difficult to stop.

At the beginning of the establishment, things were complicated and complicated, which made Liu Yuan very tired. When he occasionally had some free time, he once wanted to hire scholars from the Central Plains to help, but there were only a few who responded.

Scholars were not good enough, so he thought of recruiting soldiers.

At this time, a figure appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a bright spring day in March, and the Qili River was green and gurgling. The brave young man rode alone, kicked the enemy's formation, captured the owner of a building alive, and returned.

There are so many talented people in the Central Plains.

The brave young man who accepted my good bow, but I don’t know what he is busy with...

****

Shao Xun was busy scolding Zhang Fang.

This man-eating demon king spent half a month, trekking more than a hundred miles, cutting down trees, and then building siege equipment. By the time he was almost done, it was already late September.

Facing the narrow and cramped terrain outside Luoyang City, the Western Army was furious.

They set fires, demolished houses, and everything else was used. Finally, a site was cleared in the north of the city, which could barely accommodate 3,000 people.

The siege began, but it didn't go well.

If you give Mi Huang and Shao Xun half a month, they won't do nothing.

At least the military morale has stabilized.

Wang Yan used his sharp tongue and "borrowed" 3,000 people from the nobles and merchants. After organizing them into troops, they were strictly trained, so Luoyang had another mobile force.

This city seems to be more and more unbreakable.

"Zhang Fang, the pot is ready, waiting for you to clean it." Chen Yougen stood at the top of the city and shouted loudly.

After he shouted, ten specially selected sergeants with loud voices repeated it in unison.

The sound spread far away, and the defenders at the top of the city burst into laughter.

After hearing this, Xi Jun looked a little unnatural.

Although they eat human flesh, it does not mean that they think it is right in their hearts. After being openly ridiculed by the defenders, they all lost their luster and their morale was a bit low.

"Shao Xun, what are you doing hiding in a turtle shell? You look like a woman, come out and fight me." Zhang Fang's son Zhang Zhuan rode a divine war horse and passed the battlefield far away.

After Zhang Zhi passed by, several of his soldiers came forward again, taking turns to provoke him.

Shao Xun laughed loudly, picked up his bow and arrows, and shot down two thieves one after another. Zhang Yan was so frightened that he slapped his horse and ran away, and there was a roar of cheers from the top of the city.

Inside the Xijun camp, Zhang Fang stood on a high platform and watched from a distance.

The siege has begun.

The drummer took off his shirt and went into battle shirtless, beating the war drum.

More than two thousand infantry soldiers pushed ladder trucks, stepped over the filled trench, and rushed straight towards the towering Luoyang City Wall.

As soon as they approached, arrows rained down from the top of the city like dense raindrops.

Someone hid in the belly of the ladder truck nearby.

Someone held a large shield and protected it tightly.

But the arrows were too dense, and people in the advancing team kept falling down, and the screams of the dying struggle were so shocking.

When we got close to the base of the city wall, there were falling rocks, soup, boiling oil, and gold juice falling from the top of the city.

No matter how brave you are, no matter how many layers of armor you wear, you can't help but roll and scream in pain when the hot golden juice is poured on you.

Being injured like this is no different from death, or even more painful.

Zhang Fang showed no expression.

There is no one who can't die in a war. His heart has long been hardened. No matter how many people die, he will not be moved at all. What he cares about is whether such an attack on the city will be effective.

Now it seems that it is not going too well.

"We've reached the top of the city." A soldier exclaimed.

Zhang Fang perked up and watched attentively.

The first group of people who climbed onto the city wall were not many, probably about twenty people.

They are all rare warriors in the army. They wear heavy armor, have amazing strength, and are brave and good at fighting. When ordinary people stand in front of them, they dare not breathe.

"Perhaps, it's possible for them..." A glimmer of hope ignited in Zhang Fang's heart.

But this hope soon turned into disappointment, because a dense crossbow bolt suddenly flew out from the top of the city. The warriors who had just climbed to the top of the city were shot to the ground before they could gain a firm footing.

There was a cry outside the city. Some soldiers rushed over to snatch the corpse regardless of the arrows.

Obviously, the master of the private army died in the war. The guests felt like they were mourning for their heirs, and they tried their best to get the body back, otherwise they couldn't explain it.

"Alas!" There were sighs one after another all around.

Zhang Fang didn't want to watch anymore and got off the high platform directly.

The soldiers looked at each other and followed suit.

"How many days can the camp have enough food and grass?" Zhang Fang grabbed the food officer and asked.

The grain officer was a little scared, swallowed his saliva, and said reluctantly: "It can last for half a month."

"Didn't you send someone out to search?"
To be continued...