Xue Yuan ate his fill and then went out to see how the soldiers were giving relief to the victims.
These long hungry victims of the disaster attentively waiting in line to get food, looking at the front of the eyes are hope, several rows of several people, covered the entire open space. The queue could not see the end of the line, and at a glance it was densely packed with people.
Xue Yuan asked, "The group of victims that followed the food delivery team, have you resettled them?"
The officer who was in charge of watching the soldiers handing out food returned, "We have already resettled this group of victims, only that these victims have been starving for too long, and now they can only eat thick gruel, and the mess hall is simmering this gruel."
Xue Yuan was succinct, "Send someone to show me where the refugees live."
The officer sent a soldier to follow him, and Xue Yuan went into the refugees' residence to see that there were already quite a number of people who had received their rations and were gathered around cooking rice in tile pots.
These victims were housed in the northern border, and because there were so many of them, many of them were housed in places that could not even be called houses. The wind leaked from all sides, the roof leaked from the rain, and General Xue, in the midst of his busy schedule, only temporarily built some disaster houses to accommodate the victims, but in the cold of the northern border, such houses were useless.
It's too cold in the Northland.
Xue Yuan knows what this cold is like, and knows what the snow in the northern border tastes like. The saint likes him to be hot and dislikes him to be hot, but even Xue Yuan, who is hot and not afraid of the cold, will be frozen to the point that his hands and feet are stiff and he cannot take a step in the winter of the Northern Border.
Now it is almost the end of October, and if it continues like this, even if there is food, many of the victims will freeze to death, and the lives of these victims are not worth much, and when they freeze to death, it will be a large number of them. But the cold and the locust plague may be followed by human-to-human disease as a result.
The reason why the young emperor sent so many medicinal herbs and doctors was precisely because of this concern.
After Xue Yuan had finished looking around, he immediately led his men to drive horses and carts to look for materials for building houses, preparing to build houses that could at least keep people alive before the winter that could really freeze people to death came.
He did what he said he would do, and led his manpower to work feverishly. After General Xue knew what he was going to do, he gave him a portion of extra manpower, and with more people, he was able to do it faster.
After retrieving the materials used to build the house, the victims in the northern border also knew what the army was planning to do, and they silently stood up and followed suit.
Xue Yuan threw the heaviest stone on the ground, clapped his hands, and took the dagger from his bosom to sharpen the wood. The soldier beside him who was chopping wood was sweating profusely, and seeing him do so he shouted, "Young General, have a hand!"
The dagger in Xue Yuan's hand circled around his hand twice, flipping up and down to make a flower, this hand was so powerful that the cold light of the blade flashed, folding out several blazing white lights on the wood.
The soldiers and victims who were building the house were attracted by the shouts of approval and looked this way, sucked in a breath of cold air, and applauded and shouted along with them.
These soldiers, because they were stationed in the northern border, had to face the risk of locusts and nomads all the time, and there was the disastrous situation of the disaster area on the outside, and the crisis of gradually dwindling food on the inside. After eating thin gruel continuously for a decade, the soldiers' morale was very low, and they had been terrified and uneasy deep inside. The food brought by Xue Yuan was a heavy blow that shattered their unease. But it was not enough, the soldiers and the numb victims needed a complete revelry to boost their morale and ignite a new hope.
A victory.
North of the Border has to have a win to get inspired.
Xue Yuan thought for a moment, lazily pulling the dagger out with a final flourish and withdrawing his hand beautifully.
The officers who stood around and watched the fun with their soldiers screamed and shouted, and some people were even stupid enough to go straight up and throw two sets of punches in the midst of the uproar.
While they were buzzing about them, Xue Yuan lowered his head again to chip away at the wood, but at some point, the hand holding the dagger couldn't help but carve three words into the wood.
When the last stroke was completed, Xue Yuan didn't even know how the first stroke of the name was carved out.
He was out of his mind, his thumb rubbing over the handwriting, and Yang Hui, a general who had been on the battlefield with him in the Northern Frontier, approached, looked down, and asked in full flood, "Young General, what kind of handwriting is this?"
Xue Yuan's fingertips brushed right over the middle word and he smiled, wrapped in the sand and the misses that the wind couldn't break, "Yuan."
Gu Convergence, Gu Yuanbai.
General Yang suddenly realized, "Isn't that the name of the young general?"
"Not really," Xue Yuan laughed, "It's called fate."
Xue Yuan, Xue Jiu Yao.
It's just too good a match.
Worthy enough for God not to strike him with lightning.
Xue Yuan was in a good mood, next to the word "Gu Yuanbai", he added the word "Xue Jiuyao", and admired himself for a while, how to see how comfortable.
But the wood with the six words carved into it was unusable and perhaps had to be destroyed, Xue Yuan frowned at the thought. He suddenly got up, took the wood and the dagger with him, and strutted towards the barracks.
"Young General?" The shouts from behind grew distant.
Xue Yuan's heart is on fire at this moment, the young man's impulse is growing in him straight to the clouds. He went back to his tent, picked up his sword and put it on his waist, took Gale away and rolled onto his horse, raising his whip: "Ride!"
Gale ran out like an arrow, running from the border all the way to the land of the Khitans.
The closest of the Khitan clans to the border is Rilianna's clan, Xue Yuan quietly approached on his horse, dodging the sentry riders, and strangled his horse a hundred miles due east of Rilianna's clan's tent. Gale raised his hooves with a high sound and stopped his blistering run.
Xue Yuan straightened his robes, dismounted, and stuck the log with his and Gu Yuanbai's names engraved on it vertically into the earth.
Thick dirt covered the wood, Xue Yuan stood here for a while, remembering the approximate location, and smiled.
The earliest sun rising in the east on the prairie would be the first to bathe the land.
This heart of Xue Yuan's is hidden under the soles of his enemies' feet, and when this vast grassland belongs to Gu Yuanbai, the Emperor of Daheng will discover this secret himself.
The wind and sand can not be taken away, the heavy rain can not be washed away, Gu Yuanbai one day does not accept Xue Yuan, that long wood will never be upright. Except for Xue Yuan, except for heaven and earth, no one knows.
Xue Yuan rolled onto his horse and drove Gale to turn around, his fast horse galloping in the cold wind.
As he stepped out of Hirianna's territory, he lowered his body to look back at the Khitan camp behind him, which was already as small as an ant.
Day Lianna.
You're so close, if you don't die, who will.
*
Nichirenna felt that it was better to attack the hairy generals sooner rather than later, and two days later he began to send his soldiers forward to test the waters, launching a number of raids on the plains against the soldiers patrolling the defenses of Daheng.
Each side had won and lost, but because the horses of the Khitan clan had never had enough horse food for many days, they were now weak. The Daheng soldiers patrolling the area had not used all their strength, as their lord had said, thus giving Rilian that feeling of pulling against each other's strength.
But even this was an insult to the Khitans, who had always been proud of their war record and their cavalry.
After several encounters and raids, Rilianna had a number in mind, and after ten days of preparation, he organized a large number of cavalry to press the border, dividing his troops into two groups and approaching the Daheng border gate from the east and west.
In the middle of Daheng's tent, Old General Xue met the attack from the west and sent Xue Yuan 3,000 cavalry and 5,000 infantry to defend against the foreign enemy from the rear; Xue Yuan led the order and took 8,000 soldiers to the enemy's destination to line up his troops.
The eight thousand soldiers stood in regular postures, forming the square formation Xue Yuan had set up to meet the battle. They wore fine armor and carried swords and spears so sharp that they reflected the cold light. After a dozen days of recuperation, the soldiers had become refreshed and vigorous, and wrapped under their armor were strong bodies that were full of strength.
Daheng's bed crossbows were placed in all directions, huge crossbow weapons that could fire 10,000 arrows at once, forming a huge and dense array of arrows, and each bed crossbow was operated by three to five soldiers as bed crossbowmen.
This battle was already won or lost in Xue Yuan's eyes.
The nomads' cavalry were strong and fierce, but their steeds were already too weak to charge and run. And the weapons used by the nomads were still stuck on the most basic bows and arrows and swords and spears, they were isolated by the Great Wall and did not have the path to learn the knowledge of making weapons, while they were spinning in place, the soldiers of Daheng, however, already had a crossbow in their hands.
How are the Khitans going to win this?
Xue Yuan looked at the enemy cavalry approaching in the distance, raised his eyebrows and smiled deeply as he instructed his soldiers to prepare to meet the attack.
*
Rilianna personally led his troops around the road to rush to the east side to meet Xue Yuan, and the large cavalry army had not yet arrived at the bottom of the city, and had already seen the soldiers ready to meet the battle under the city.
A cruel desire to kill flashed in Hirianna's eyes, "Is that the general sent by the court?"
The Adjutant General nodded, "That should be it."
Their ambitions were aroused by Daheng's grain and grass, and their eyes were ablaze with fire. All of the clansmen were loud and powerful, howling and killing and shouting as they charged forward until they reached Xue Yuan.
Such a large formation tends to scare the new recruits into weak legs, and before the cavalry could rush to the enemy, Nichirenna had already thought of the end of the victory and laughed out loud.
However, in the next moment, the expression of his big smile froze on his face. The face of the Daheng leader was seen by them, a face that was familiar, familiar! The young general sent by the court was actually Xue Yuan, who had once viciously bitten off a layer of his skin!
It's Xue Yuan, the son of that old bastard Xue Ping!
Hiriana's expression instantly turned grim.
Xue Yuan had long since seen Rilianna, and he hooked out a warlike, bloodthirsty smile as he shouted, "Release the arrows!"
The archers' movements were neat and clean. They used the new crossbows made by the Ministry of Engineering and unleashed a rain of arrows like attack on the Khitans.
Dense millions of bows and arrows turned sharply from the air, and the huge bed crossbow arrow holes were aimed at the enemies whose expressions suddenly changed, releasing this ferociously powerful weapon in the middle of their horrified and unbelieving expressions.
Sadly, the Khitans came within range of the Daheng soldiers, but the Daheng soldiers were still far out of range of the Khitan archers.
They can only take it, they can't hit back.
Ten million fierce incoming bows and arrows struck the bodies and horses of the Khitan people, the horses were startled by the rain of arrows and fled around in panic, from time to time, some people were thrown off their horses by the running horses, and then trampled to death by the chaotic hooves. These horses have not been fed for a long time has reached the edge of collapse, this time a frightened, a horse riot will drive more horses riot, in the rain of arrows and horses riot between, the qidan has been killed and wounded countless.
How ridiculous.
Hirian's expression twisted to the point of a few moments of horror.
Before the Khitans could even get close to the Daheng soldiers, Rilianna's clan was already in a rout. He yelled, "Shield army! Shield army on top! Press forward to counter-attack and shoot arrows!"
The deputy general had difficulty fending off the rain of arrows, his feet unable to take a step forward as he panicked, "Chief, it's impossible to leave!"
Usually, the rain of arrows came in bursts, with a time in between when they could counterattack. But this time, Daheng's archers didn't know what was going on, was it the layers of archers alternating back and forth that made the rain of arrows not diminish in the slightest, making it difficult for them to move an inch?
Well, there has to be an end to it!
The bodies of the Khitans and horses that had been killed by bows and arrows in front of them blocked the advance of the rest of the tribe, killing Rilianna could not have imagined how this rain of arrows could have been so fierce, the personal guards around him even died a dozen times in order to protect him, Rilianna clenched his teeth, the shame of death and being defeated by Dahang pulled back and forth, the horizontal flesh on his face trembled, finally, "Withdrawal! "
Looking at the backs of the Khitans who fled in a sorry state, looking at the corpses and horses that were killed by the rain of arrows all over the ground, Daheng's soldiers stopped shooting arrows, and after a few moments of anxiousness, they resounded with earth-shattering cheers!
And the Khitans who fled at the sound of such cheers drove their horses even faster, blocking their faces, feeling only ten thousand times more humiliated and disgraced.
The enemy suffered heavy casualties, but our army suffered no casualties, a great victory!
It was the Khitan, the Khitan who had plundered the border several times with cruelty and ferocity, and they were beaten and fled!
So the Khitan is actually this weak?