Siheyuan: I decide the fate of the world with my medical skills

"It's the same at home, but I don't know if it will be a son or a daughter. I always have to give birth to a boy, which is so annoying!"

Seeing the Rongdi member who was being laughed at and insulted by everyone, his heart was filled with slight emotional fluctuations.

In the days of leading these warriors,

I have a completely new perspective on the original concept of "barbarians".

There was a man in the queue, wearing a leather armor jacket, a sheepskin robe on his head, and speaking a foreign dialect. He was a typical Qin person; on the contrary, the man who claimed to be naming the girl and spoke Qin dialect was actually an authentic ethnic minority resident.

Han Xin shook his head gently, took off the sheepskin gloves on his hands, and held them tightly against his red nose to keep warm.

The gloves and hat he wore were supplies that came from Guanzhong some time ago. As winter was approaching, the skinny livestock in official and private breeding circles would often be slaughtered at this time for food or to make raw materials.

It is said that in order to provide a large quantity of dog-skin hats for military use, the sound of dogs barking became less frequent at night in the villages of Xianyang and even in Longxi area.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard from behind, and a group of cavalrymen holding small military flags were chasing hurriedly.

"General Han, please accept General Zuo's new order. You need to set out immediately, encircle the Qiang army and cooperate with other troops to defeat them!"

"According to the order!"

Han Xin bowed and shouted to the ethnic minority soldiers around him who were excited about the new order, "Brothers! For our farms and homes, move forward! Charge!"

During these days, Han Xin had a deep understanding of the soldiers' needs. "You cannot go back, you must keep moving forward" was the last advice given to the soldiers by their families before they went to war.

Following his order, more than a thousand cavalrymen were immediately excited. They shook their spears and arrows, and shouted in the wind like the howling of wolves. If it weren't for the fact that every soldier seemed to be wearing standard Qin soldiers' uniforms, such an army would look more like cavalry on the grassland.

Although everyone was eager for fame and fortune, the team remained orderly and not chaotic when they set out.

He personally led 200 light-armed soldiers as the vanguard, and the remaining 800 soldiers were further divided into two groups, namely the rear guard and the mobile troops.

But when he arrived at the command location, Han Xin gritted his teeth and said a few words: "Leave your support vote, I will repay you with victory."

The battlefield in front of him was a vast valley filled with skulls lying horizontally, and Qin soldiers stood high up, holding their spears and crossbows tightly in their hands. Han Xin looked at the generals of the Kingdom in the distance and cursed in his heart, how could this support force come so quickly? He had wanted to have a hot meal, but he came to the front line without even having a sip of soup.

The minority soldiers shouted loudly: "Longxi dialect!"

"Taiyuan dialect!"

"Hedong dialect!"

This translation maintains the basic meaning and style correspondence with the original text, mainly involving the distinction of role identities, description of character emotions, action details, rendering of war atmosphere and design of local spoken copy, etc., striving to reproduce the characteristics of the original content.

"Shangdang regional insult!"

Those Qin soldiers in the Zhi infantry who could understand the Dirong dialect also responded resolutely.

Wang Qing looked up for a while, then counted and verified the number of beheadings by himself. As long as there was no fighting, it was no big deal to have occasional verbal arguments between them.

However, if you take the initiative, you must pay the corresponding price!

Qin law stipulates this, and pleading for mercy is equally useless!

Han Xin dismounted his horse and walked in front of Wang Qing. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he still knelt down respectfully with his hands down and said, "I pay my respects to the Marquis of Tongwu!"

Wang Qing held Han Xin's arm firmly and nodded in response: "This matter is not attributed to me, but because the soldiers of the army were too eager to win the credit. "As a complete lord, I don't have any extra land to distribute... Look over there, Di Rong has already set up camps along the river and provided a large number of combat rewards for talented people to claim. There are many military merits!"

Hearing this, Han Xin began to talk. What Wang Qing said was indeed reasonable. As long as you have strong abilities and your majesty is ambitious as a monarch, it is indeed easy to gain military merits!

However, this is completely different from the toe army's deliberate attempt to seize the credit.

After politely paying respect, Han Xin turned and left. He wanted to organize a team to circle around and look for any remaining targets that had been missed.

Since we have come here with enthusiasm, we cannot just be a bystander and witness others' achievements.

A little later, Han Xin stood on horseback again, looking at Li Qian who was returning to the camp in the distance, and the heads of people hanging high on the military spears. The emotion in his heart was like the ice that had emerged and melted into a river, which suddenly surged.

Oh my God! Since Woxin exists, how can such incredible ability come from?

"Brother, don't be afraid. All the Qiang people in this area are under my control!"

Li Qian then rode his horse to Han Xin's side, patted him on the shoulder affectionately, and shook his head inwardly, "He's still too delicate! I'll train him myself when I have some free time!"

...

As the day grew darker, the Qin army coming from afar gradually built a temporary camp along the river.

At the camp, two chariots stood facing each other, and the two horizontal axes used to tie the horses became the entrances at both ends. This was called the "Yuanmen".

A long pole was erected near the "gate". The sun shone on the top of the pole, casting a long shadow on the ground - this was a simple sundial.

Extending inward from the "Yuanmen" is a camp tent with soldiers holding long spears and armor standing in the middle - the so-called "shogunate", which is a large command headquarters located in.

In the shogunate, various generals wearing various types of armor, and three Qiang people with their faces covered, felt uneasy under the scrutiny and scrutiny here.

The etiquette of "not killing envoys on the battlefield" inherited from the Central Plains has never been used by this race. In the ruins of history, many representatives only took on temporary tasks. Outside the tent, the gun-wielding guard Meng Ying touched Li Qian next to him with his elbow and asked softly: "Brother, why do these Qiang people all wear masks? Are they challenging us?"

Li Qian was originally punished for violating the combat rules and leaving the coalition camp 25 miles away without permission. He looked at Meng Ying with dissatisfaction, and explained in a low voice, "The leader of the Qiang people, Yi Yuan's wife suffered the crime of cutting off her nose. Yuan often wears a mask to prevent his wife from feeling ashamed."

"Later generations remembered Yi Yuan's merits, so men wore their hair down and masks on formal occasions, while women covered their faces with their hair."

"Brother is indeed very knowledgeable!" Meng Ying showed the same thoughtful gesture and then said, "Why is Rou'er always so... likable?"

After saying this, he smiled and winked slyly at Han Xin who was standing opposite him.

Inside the big tent, Li Xin smiled after reading the entire document brought by the Qiang people: "Five thousand cattle, one thousand horses, ten thousand sheep...Are you trading with the Qin army?"

The three Qiang people exchanged glances, and the one wearing the tiger mask stammered, "That was not a deal but a surrender... We hope that the King of Qin will forgive us and voluntarily offer such a large number of beasts every year!"

Li Xin tapped the desk gently. "It is obvious that you are only willing to surrender and sacrifice but not to become a part of the Qin Dynasty?" He looked at the generals as if to confirm and answered with a smile.

This is also quite what I want, we should follow the traditional way," he said, "Where are the soldiers? !" With his loud shout, more than a dozen mighty and magnificent warriors rushed into the camp gate.

"Behead the two leaders and release the rest!" He instructed the cowering messengers, and said, "Tell your leaders that the battle tomorrow will decide the outcome!"

After the noise, two bloody heads were brought up. Looking at the generals who were eager to try, Li Xin stroked his beard and smiled with satisfaction.

The current Great Qin is no longer the one that only developed outwards. Any ethnic group in the four directions who are willing to surrender to the Great Qin and pay tribute will not be subject to excessive governance.

Today's Qin not only demands the human resources of tribute payers, but also seeks the land and the benefits contained in the land.

These are all the considerations and strategies of the court, and the task of this group of generals is only to charge into the enemy's formation and seize the glory.

"Do you all understand what I'm talking about?" he asked the generals.

"Reporting to the Captain, we understand everything!" The reply was unanimous.

"Then what are you still doing? I never have to worry about food!" The generals on the side laughed, bowed to each other and left.

After everyone left, Li Qian led Meng Ying and Han Xin into the big tent.

"Dad, it's time to eat."

Looking at Li Xin with a smile on his face, Li Qian hoped to use this opportunity to cover up the punishment he deserved for disobeying the general's orders.

As a military officer, standing guard at the camp gate is a great shame...

"How many times have I said this? Here, there are only soldiers, no parents!"

Li Xin picked up a small bamboo slip and scribbled on it.

It's your own flesh and blood, so once you sit down on it, you'll naturally understand how it will act.

Shang Yang once said that the punishment should not be reduced for those who made contributions in the early stage but suffered losses later.

So merit is merit, and fault is fault. Even if every word is of great importance, it cannot reduce the time one needs to stand on duty for a month!

"Give this item to the military commander, and then send it back to Xianyang City by carrier pigeon."

Li Xin handed Han Xin the bamboo slips. Although Han Xin had no military merits to his name, Li Xin had learned from his observations since the trip: Han Xin led a small army and acted in an orderly manner, which was not something a novice who had never been on the battlefield could do.

In a trance, Li Xin seemed to see the figure of the heroic Prime Minister of Wei, Wu Anjun...

Han Xin didn't think too much. He took a step forward, took the bamboo slips with both hands and walked away immediately.

At the same time, many armies set off with pigeons.

Although carrier pigeons could not carry heavy objects and could not fly far, driven by Hu Hai's abundant financial resources, Longxi, Shangjun and Sanchuan counties had established carrier pigeon communication routes that were faster than the relay stations to transmit information to Xianyang city.