"Don't go south, that's not home." The villagers looked at Liuzhuang in disbelief, and then they nervously whispered to each other. Although it was hard to leave their hometown, it was not a good idea to stay in the enemy-occupied area forever. No one had come for the past ten days, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow? ? ? "Don't be afraid. I brought back a large number of weapons and some Dingxiang people who don't want to be oppressed by the local nobles. Elders, you are most familiar with the situation in the village. So many people were massacred by the horses before. So much land and houses are vacated. Give them to them! Winter is coming, lone wolves die, packs of wolves survive, only when we unite together can we have a future! " The villagers hesitated for a moment, and then realized that this was their only choice. The refugees who fled together naturally recognized Liu Zhuang as their leader. Among the many villagers, Liu Zhuang was the strongest. He even awakened his dragon vein talent and became a real dragon in human form. He was the only one who had the experience and military exploits to kill humans and horses, so outsiders also followed his lead. Several elders discussed it and respectfully presented a wooden plaque that was quite delicate in shape but obviously soaked in blood. The plaque was even cut in half by a sharp weapon, but was glued together again with some kind of glue. "Our pavilion is under the jurisdiction of Bingzhou - Dingxiang County - Shanwu County. The land within a radius of ten miles is under your control. Many villages nearby were destroyed and abandoned in the chaos. I don't know how many villages have survived. This area was once one of the pastures where the Dingxiang governor grazed his horses. Because most of the horses were white, it was also called the White Horse Pavilion." "The original head of the pavilion was killed by soldiers several years ago, and the sign was destroyed. Everyone was leaderless, and the Han army abandoned this land and no longer appointed officials. The fragments of the sign of the head of the pavilion, who governed the surrounding ten miles of land, have been secretly buried in the fields. During the few days you were in Mayi, we dug out the sign again, glued it up, and discussed and decided privately! If we can't go south and have to survive on this land, then you will be our new pavilion chief!" Liu Zhuang was not being modest, and he didn't care whether this was an imperial appointment or not. There was no one else here who could convince the crowd or dare to be the pavilion chief. He took the blood-stained pavilion chief sign with the words "Baima Pavilion" engraved on it without hesitation, put it in his pocket, and immediately issued his first order as the pavilion chief.
"All young men and women, line up! Come here to receive weapons, open the granary, give these brothers who escaped from Yanmen a full meal, and then arrange rooms for them to rest!" Amidst the noise, people received their weapons under Liu Zhuang's arrangement. Liu Zhuang first selected forty hunters, herdsmen, and some people who knew how to use a bow and had good eyesight, and formed a team of forty archers. The longbows that I bought have a relatively small pulling force and are not that powerful, so the requirements for the archers' quality are not high. Each person is equipped with twenty arrows, and some people also took out daggers, kitchen knives, axes, and even wooden sticks from home as backup melee weapons. Afterwards, he selected forty ordinary young men and women, armed with hand halberds and shields, and stood in the first row to resist the damage from the arrows. There were another forty ordinary young men and women, holding halberds, hacking at the enemy in the second row and hooking open their shields. Next, forty of the strongest and most skilled adult males were selected, armed with three-meter infantry spears, and were responsible for killing in the third row. And finally, there are forty relatively old men and women, holding five-meter-long battle spears, standing in the fourth row. You are not required to do anything else but use these spears to stabilize the battle line. These 120 spearmen and halberdmen also found a way to use daggers, kitchen knives, axes and sticks tied to their waists as secondary weapons in case of close combat. In this way, the most basic framework of the Han army also took shape: a shield-halberd soldier held the line to defend against arrows, a halberd soldier chopped and broke the shield, a spearman stabbed with all his strength, a super spearman stabilized the front line, and an archer harassed. The five people cooperated with each other and worked together to become the basic combat unit of the Han army: a squad. After some selection and commotion, this small village of only three hundred people had two hundred infantrymen and three riders, Liu Zhuang, Zhang Ji, and Tuoba Yun. Liu Zhuang and Tuoba Yun immediately organized the two hundred people into two hundred-man groups according to the Han army's two-five system. Every five people form a squad, and the strongest one is selected as the squad leader; two squads form a ten, and a squad leader is selected to be promoted to ten leader. Every five squads form a team, and the strongest squad leader is selected as the team leader to manage the fifty people; two teams form a village, and a team leader is selected to be promoted to village chief to manage one hundred people. This is the most basic structure of the Han army. The two garrison commanders are Liu Zhuang himself and Zhang Ji, who is chosen as the best martial artist after a competition. When people saw that they had sharp weapons, sufficient food in the village, and so many fellow villagers standing around them with sharp weapons in their hands, the shadows in their hearts gradually dissipated, and their courage rose. They were no longer afraid of the Hu people running around the grassland. Afterwards, several local elders divided the houses first, then led a few sheep from the sheepfold and slaughtered them, and cooked a pot of meat soup, to welcome people from other villages in Dingxiang to join them and to celebrate Liu Zhuang becoming the new head of the pavilion. The refugees had not eaten meat for a long time, and after smelling the aroma, they salivated and wanted to eat the whole bowl. "Fellow villagers! I promise you that this crisis will not last long! We only need to stay here until February next year, and I will lead you to find a better way out." At the banquet, after eating and drinking his fill, Liu Zhuang solemnly made a promise to everyone. "But in order to achieve our goal, we must start training from tomorrow! Now that the wheat has been harvested, no one has anything to do. In order to survive this winter and to survive in the future, we can only rely on ourselves." "Okay! Pavilion Master!"
"No problem, Captain!" Faced with a matter of life and death, everyone agreed without hesitation. Both groups were fellow villagers from Dingxiang and had no barriers between them, so they quickly became friends. The situation is now very simple: Duguyan is the only grassland shaman in the Baima Pavilion area, but there are more than just Dugu in the Baima Pavilion! And all major wedding, funeral and sacrificial ceremonies must be performed by Duguyan. In other words, those unknown enemies may come to ask Dugu Yan for help at any time and thus discover the fact that our village has been liberated. It is only a matter of time before we are exposed to the various barbarians on the grassland. We must immediately train the villagers to be combat-ready. After eating and drinking, everyone started to allocate houses. The local vacant houses had been abandoned for a long time, and more than a hundred people suddenly poured in, and it was really impossible to accommodate them all at once. The weather was so cold and there was no extra firewood for heating, so they could only make do with resting in other people's houses. Five people also squeezed into Liu Zhuang's original house. Tuoba Yun, holding Dugu Yan on a leash, also walked into the house in a carefree manner. The two tall and handsome horses instantly filled the entire hall. Diao Luan, who was extremely thin, held his eight-year-old daughter and sat around the stove to keep warm. "Look, Chan'er, do you recognize the uncle with four pupils? He was the one who saved us from Mayi and gave us the horses, allowing us to arrive here safely." "Recognize, recognize." Diao Chan hid in her father's arms, looking at Liu Zhuang timidly. The black irises of his double pupils were twice the size of ordinary people's and almost covered the entire white of his eyes. Once the light was too dim, the entire eye would be obscured by darkness. And in this shadow, there were only four pupils, flashing a terrifying golden light; then as the eyeballs turned, they turned into four dazzling flying stars, wandering and swaying in the darkness, which looked very scary from a distance. "Hurry up and thank him. He is our great benefactor. If Dad dies, you will listen to this uncle in the future. Do you understand?" "Well, thank you, thank you uncle." Diao Chan suppressed her fear and stepped forward obediently, bowed to Liu Zhuang to express her gratitude, then trotted back into her father's arms, revealing half of her tender and beautiful face. She looked at Liu Zhuang's four pupils with some curiosity and nervousness through her scarlet eyes. "Don't talk about death in front of the children all the time. Why do you always curse yourself to die soon?" Liu Zhuang looked at the father and daughter curiously. He was very curious about the race of Diao Chan, the fox demon, but he didn't know how to ask. "I know best what my physical condition is." Diao Luan looked at his body which was as thin as firewood, smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I went a little too far with her mother when I was young, which led to me becoming like this now. I am already very content to be able to live to the age of 30." "Ah? You're thirty?" Liu Zhuang looked at Diao Luan in surprise. He was so thin and haggard. I would believe you if you said you were in your 40s or 50s, but you are only 30??? Diao Luan smiled bitterly and said nothing more. The author says: Author's note: More and more! Keep adding when it reaches 300! Chapter 13: The Fall of Slaanesh "Well - you are a picked-up pavilion chief, and your living place is really simple. Forget it, I have slept in the wilderness many times. At least you have a stove and a roof." Seeing that Diao Luan was silent, Tuoba Yun looked around indifferently and made his own comments. He took off Dugu Yan's gag and blindfold, freeing her vision and ability to speak, and then covered his ears with a calm face. "Tuoba Yun! You traitor! Scum! Xianbei traitor! Have you forgotten your ancestors and beliefs?! I curse you to be pierced by thousands of arrows! May the arrows dripping with the venom of the divine snake end your life, may the divine eagles thirst for your blood, the divine dogs gnaw on your flesh and bones, and the divine crows devour your internal organs!!!"
Liu Zhuang was startled by the sudden loud noise. Diao Chan also threw herself into her father's arms, trembling slightly like a cotton ball. She looked at Dugu Yan who was imprisoned in the wooden yoke and cursing Tuoba Yun. She was so angry that her charming and beautiful face was distorted in anger. Tuoba Yun frowned when he was scolded, and his cold and elegant face became even colder. He had converted many people to Chinese culture, but there were only a few who would rather die than surrender like Dugu Yan. "Am I a traitor? I have found a better way out for my people. Not only have they survived, but they can also graze in peace in places with abundant grass and water. And what about you? Your people fought the Han until their last drop of blood was shed. When I found you, there were only 20 or 30 people left. I spent a huge price to save the last of your people from the hands of the military officer. If they all died with you, you would be the sinner who caused the destruction of the tribe. " Tuoba Yun counterattacked coldly. "Don't give me that!" After listening to the other party's debate, Dugu Yan became more and more angry, looking at the other party with tired and sharp eyes. "You mare, you feel superior for being a dog? Rather than living and being a dog for the Han emperor, we, the Dugu tribe, would rather die! Yes, your Tuoba tribe is safe, but what about the other tribes? With your Han weapons, how many of your compatriots who refused to surrender have you slaughtered? How many horses and men’s blood has been stained on your hands? If I continue to resist, will I be killed by you? Will those compatriots you killed appear in your dreams at night to seek revenge on you? Tuoba Yun? ! Ah, do you no longer consider us as your compatriots? So you have no guilt in killing us? Han? People?" Under a series of questions from the other party, Tuoba Yun's cold and beautiful face showed a trace of annoyance. He wanted to put the ball gag back into her, but was stopped by Liu Zhuang. "Let me tell you." "Who are you? We are talking to two Chinese people, why are you, a Han Chinese, butting in?" Duguyan turned his shackled body with difficulty and glanced at Liu Zhuang with dissatisfaction - eh? Who is he? Why does he look familiar? "Dugu Yan, your father has been very good to you and has raised you since you were a child. You love your father very much, right?" Liu Zhuang asked in a persuasive manner. When Dugu Yan heard the Han man talking about his father, his face suddenly became gloomy. His heart was almost destroyed by the huge sadness and pain. His thoughts went back to the wedding night when his father committed suicide in front of him. "How do you know my father... Oh, now I remember, aren't you the tallest slave in the village?" Dugu Yan finally recognized Liu Zhuang and stared at his strange ∞-shaped double pupils. "Not bad, the initial dragon transformation has been completed." "I have lived here for a long time, and I know your father very well. He is a very gentle man. He has never rejected you and your mother just because you are Centaurs. He has taken great pains to raise you. He loves you so much that he is even willing to accept your Xianbei culture and your identity as a foreigner. Liu Zhuang's steady tone gradually turned fierce, slowly but mercilessly tearing open the softest scar in Dugu Yan's heart. And what about you? You don't care about your father's feelings at all, you don't want to know everything about your father, and you even want to marry your biological father? In the end, you forced him to commit suicide in front of his most beloved daughter! You have been telling other people how much pain you are in. Have you ever thought about how deep your father's despair and pain were when he committed suicide in front of you? He looked into your eyes and cut his throat with a machete in front of his beloved daughter! Even if you learned some Han customs and understood your father's culture a little, this tragedy would not have happened!" "You are a Han Chinese, what do you know about us Xianbei people?!" Dugu Yan's breathing was rapid, her chest heaving violently, her eyes fixed on Liu Zhuang, and some crystal tears actually flowed from the corners of her eyes. She shook her body angrily, so that the shackles and shackles on her body rattled, and she roared at the top of her lungs. "This is my way of expressing my love to my father! I am an adult now and can get married! I am telling all the tribesmen that although my father is a Han Chinese, he is different from slaves like you! I am protecting him! In the eyes of me, the Xianbei tribe leader, my father is more important than all the Xianbei people in the tribe combined! And what did he do? He committed suicide? He committed suicide in front of me? He abandoned me when I was most helpless and my mother was killed in battle!"
"Of course I know your Xianbei customs, and I can understand your admiration and love for your father as a daughter. But the father you admired died because of your arrogance and ignorance! He died because you rejected Han culture! If you knew a little about Han customs, this tragedy would never have happened! This is all your fault!" Liu Zhuang retorted, looked at the gradually collapsing Dugu Yan, and pursued the victory. "Have you ever tried to harm yourself? Even a murderer would hesitate and tremble when stabbing himself with a needle, but your father committed suicide in front of you without hesitation. Do you know why? In Han culture, incestuous intercourse is like pigs and dogs! In words you can understand, for the Xianbei people, this behavior is equivalent to burning and destroying the shrine they worship in public. He would rather endure great pain and commit suicide to protect your innocence. He never abandoned you, and your father committed suicide because you were more important to him than anyone else." "You...are not...I...stop talking, stop talking." Dugu Yan wanted to refute, but Liu Zhuang scolded her so much that she didn't know how to start. Putting herself in his shoes, she felt as if struck by lightning, and her body began to tremble with self-blame and pain. Her beautiful blood-red eyes were filled with crystal tears. The tough mare who had been able to curse at Tuoba Yun just now actually cried out loud after being scolded by Liu Zhuang. Tuoba Yun looked at Liu Zhuang in surprise without saying anything. Dugu Yan struggled for a long time but still couldn't find a reason to refute. When she thought about the fact that her beloved father died because of her, her inner defenses collapsed in an instant. She cried more and more sadly like a little girl. After a long time, she finally recovered and asked while sobbing. "My father's body..." "The villagers buried him in a grave in the south of the village according to Han customs. You can visit him anytime you want." After hearing this, Dugu Yan cried even more sadly. She really felt a little regretful and hated herself for not knowing more about her father's culture, which led to her father leaving her forever after her mother died in the war. Seeing her crying so sadly, Tuoba Yun felt embarrassed to continue gag her. His frosty face gradually melted into tenderness as she cried. Just like comforting a little girl, he gently stroked Dugu Yan's blood-red hair and patted her flawless white back. After crying for an unknown amount of time, the exhausted Dugu Yan finally fell asleep in Tuoba Yun's arms like a child. Chapter 14: Animal Companions The next day, Dugu Yan got up from Tuoba Yun's arms sobbing, her eyes red and swollen. She turned her head away awkwardly and asked in a soft voice. "Well, how do the Han people go to the graves to pay tribute to their ancestors? I want to pay tribute to my father using the Han etiquette." "I'll teach you." Liu Zhuang stretched and took Dugu Yan to his father's grave, teaching her step by step how to use the Han etiquette to commemorate her dead father. The centaur shaman, whose heart was filled with guilt and regret, listened attentively to Liu Zhuang's explanation and clumsily learned the Han etiquette to burn incense and commemorate his father instead of using the Xianbei etiquette. After the ceremony, the two men took her back to the room. Dugu Yan was sitting in the room like a puppet, as if she had lost her soul, sobbing from time to time. Liu Zhuang and Tuoba Yun did not continue to stimulate her. They left her in the room to think for herself and left the room. "Sure, you're quite good at talking. So, are you interested in joining my Tuoba Chinese translation team?" A rare expression of surprise appeared on Tuoba Yun's cold face. She stretched out her right hand and gently hit Liu Zhuang's left shoulder. "I have been trying to persuade her for a long time but it was useless. You just scolded her a few times and she was willing to learn the Han etiquette." "I just happen to know her private affairs. If it were someone else, my persuasion might not be as effective as yours." Liu Zhuang answered modestly. As they were talking, they came to the square, gathered the villagers, and taught them how to use spears and hand halberds, how to form a battle formation, and how to use shields to resist arrows... Liu Zhuang learned very quickly. It is extremely easy to get started with a spear, but extremely difficult to master it. However, it is enough to get started. After all, the length is there. Primitive people could fight tigers and elephants with it. I can stab you from 330 centimeters away, and a robber holding a one-meter-long sword, or even a scimitar or a hatchet may be pierced with several transparent holes before he can rush over. With the enhancement of the perception of his double pupils, his dynamic vision was even more terrifyingly strong. The speed of stabbing spears and slashing swords would actually slow down under his concentrated attention, giving him enough time to dodge. Sometimes, he could even see the trajectory of the arrows shot from the longbow. It was just that his body could not keep up with the bullet time caused by his dynamic vision, so he needed to practice more. And Liu Zhuang's archery skills, with the help of his double pupils, were so accurate that even Tuoba Yun was amazed. Another training session was over. Liu Zhuang panted and picked up the basin to wash his face. Tuoba Yun looked at the pavilion chief who was elected by everyone with curiosity. He was as tall and slender as a soldier, but his face was as fair and beautiful as a scholar. It was hard to imagine that a person with such appearance was actually an ordinary farmer. "By the way, you don't have a class level yet. What class are you going to learn? The strength-oriented [Barbarian]? The agility-oriented [Ranger]? Or the balanced [Warrior]? Or you can take the time to practice riding a horse and become a [Cavalry General] like Captain Lu Bu?"
Tuoba Yun asked curiously. Liu Zhuang thought about it for a while. Lu Bu was looking for other fragments of [Profane Sacrifice]. Matters involving knowledge and books involve the wealthy families who are responsible for monopolizing knowledge and books. The trouble is bound to be huge and will take time. Far water cannot quench immediate thirst. You can do it part-time later and find a career to practice first. "It's best if it's related to bows and arrows. My best skill right now is archery." "Well, how about this variant of the Ranger class: Hunter? It's a more common class, but very powerful."