211-212: GO EAST
He who controlled the emperor controlled the Han Dynasty. That has been a fact for centuries now, especially with the amount of puppet emperors under the late Eastern Han. The usurper Wang Mang had previously been the power behind the throne of two emperors before he usurped the Western Han. And more recently,
Yao Shuren had seen firsthand how the late Dong Zhuo had obtained absolute power when he took Emperor Xian “under his protection”. Dong Zhuo, Dong Huang, Duan Wei,
Jiang Xian, Yuan Shu… All of them had controlled an emperor at some point. Even the heroic Niu Fu could be said to have been the one in charge of the Han during his time as Chancellor. As the most powerful warlord of western China, Yao Shuren looked at this as the next logical step in his career.
But now no one controlled Emperor Qianfei, who was brandishing the banner of Han revival. This restoration of imperial power had to be contained and put back in the bottle before it spilled out. Another puppet master Yao Shuren could deal with. But a legitimate Han government led by the Emperor himself? That made a seizure of power a lot harder to justify. Before it came to this, he needed to stop the Han restoration and return the Son of Heaven to his status as a puppet. Of course, there was no way Yao Shuren would use his real motives as justification for war. Instead, he used the instabilities of the Qianfei regime to his advantage. In a well written proclamation to the realm that he penned himself, the Governor of Liang Province denounced the horrors of the Han court. Eunuchs running wild with powers beyond measures, children occupying the highest offices of the empire and ruthless Jing generals holding Emperor Qianfei hostage. After hearing about the horrors of Luoyang, how could he not act? How could he not come to the safety of the Emperor? It was thus to “save” the Emperor that Yao Shuren declared war in late April 211.
But before he left on campaign once more, there were two small things he had to deal with. Yao Ki and Yao Xiangjun, his two daughters from his late wife Guo Yuyi, needed to be married. Their fiancées were both old enough for it, and this would be one less affair to keep in mind. Yao Ki needed to be married before she made a stupid mistake again, and Yao Xiangjun needed to be married to secure the northern border with Budugen the Great. Yao Ki refused to see her father before she was sent away, still saddened by the death of Hu Cheer during the Yi campaign. It didn’t matter to Yao Shuren though. She was shipped south, where she married Huang Yuan, the son of the late Commandant Huang Quan. A simple marriage that didn’t need much efforts.
Yao Xiangjun’s marriage was slightly more problematic. Budugen was currently fighting a war in northern China against (among other things) a coalition of small warlords on the orders of Emperor Qianfei. Because of this, she would need an escort, with someone in charge to make sure that she arrived safe and sound. At first Yao Shuren considered his trusted follower Hu Zhen. He had recently made the old man Administrator of Jincheng Commandery as a show of confidence. However, there was still the man’s bouts of insanities. And the last thing he wanted was for Hu Zhen to get insane and kill Budugen. Besides, he was in his mid-sixties, so there was a good chance he would drop dead before arriving. Then someone mentioned
Mo Jie. The official had no part to play in the war with the Han, leaving him free to lead the escort. His sympathy for barbarians made him the perfect candidate to lead this expedition. Ignoring the fact that Mo Jie was a terrible diplomat and sick at the time, Yao Shuren agreed with his advisors.
Mo Jie would thus leave at the head of two hundred soldiers, followed by a large caravan of servants and followers of Lady Yao Xiangjun that accompanied her to her barbarian marriage. The woman liked to dress nicely and she was not going to deprive herself of good clothes while living with the savages. The trip took most of the year, in part because of Mo Jie’s communication skills. When asking local barbarians for directions, he made it sound as if they were the scouting party for an invasion, leading the Xianbeis to send them the wrong way. They lost two months because of it. At some point Yao Xiangjun suggested that they return home and humbly ask her father to postpone the marriage. Maybe until the Xianbei Confederacy was at peace? But Mo Jie stubbornly refused to give up, even when he had no clue where they were at the time. After months of perseverance, Mo Jie was finally able to bring the bride to her new home… or at least to the army camp of her father-in-law.
Budugen proved a lot less welcoming than expected, and a lot less reasonable than believed. First, he did not allow the delegation to enter his camp before they had given him a welcoming gift. Yao Shuren had packed gold for the marriage, but this was supposed to be given to the Khagan in person. They could give all the rich silk clothes owned by the bride, but she wanted them for after the marriage and refused. So everyone had to give in, with most of the escort actually selling their armor or weapons. Some of the soldiers even suggested to sell a few of the maids in slavery to the Xianbeis to accumulate gold. Mo Jie opposed this, which the soldiers took as a green light for their plans, selling two dozen of women the second Mo Jie had his head turned. Finally, the Liang envoys were allowed in Budugen’s yurt, where they found the Khagan drinking and enjoying women left and right with his greatest warriors. Not the sight they had been expecting. The Xianbei leader proved a lot more amiable in person, showing great diplomatic skills and expressing sorrow at the way the envoys had been abused. It didn’t stop him from taking a perverse joy in making their stay as harsh as possible.
Finally, the marriage took place, with the fourteen years old Xibaxiong meeting his wife for the first time. He was not impressed. Yao Xiangjun, with her humble personality and her pretty clothes, represented everything he saw as soft and weak from the Chinese. He also didn’t understand or didn’t care about the diplomacy behind the marriage, only going through with it to please his father.
“Just like Changle, I am sacrificed to these southern weaklings.” he complained. Unlike his older sister, his marriage would not turn out to be an happy one. Neglected by her barbaric husband, Yao Xiangjun would eventually try to find love elsewhere. For his part, Xibaxiong tried to have her killed on multiple occasions, only for Budugen to stop him from sabotaging his alliance. But that didn’t matter. After all, Xibaxiong had an older brother who was to succeed their father, so there was no way this barbarian hating China would ever get close to power… right?
Mo Jie eventually managed to return home in April 212, having missed a full year of the war against the Han, which he didn’t care much for. As long as the people of Liang remained free and unoppressed, he would be content. But he came home to saddening news. His wife Ma Yunlu had passed away at the start of 212. She died at the age of 29, while Mo Jie was 52. They had been married for fifteen years. Mo Jie felt sorrow after her death, having failed to protect her like he had promised Ma Teng at their last meeting. Still, he remarried three months later, this time to Zang Qingling, who was twenty at the time. She was the daughter of Governor Zang Hong of Qing Province, who had died all the way back in 191.
But all this trip to Budugen meant that Mo Jie was nowhere near the action, never witnessing the start of the conflict between Yao Shuren and Emperor Qianfei. The Emperor was taken aback by this declaration of war. This was a surprise, and a pretty bad one. The majority of the Imperial Army was marching north to go fight Budugen the Great. By the time a message reached them, the invasion would be in full swing. This was bad. Still, he might be able to use this to his advantage. Emperor Qianfei quickly summoned his loyal eunuch Bozu. He ordered him to write missives to every official in the provinces, asking them to come to the help of the Dynasty. Bozu told his liege “
Your Imperial Majesty, I beg you to reconsider. As you might remember, Chancellor Jiang did the same, yet no one came to his help.” Emperor Qianfei simply replied:
“Jiang Xian was not the emperor.”
But until help arrived, either from
Feng Zian or someone else, they would need to hold on with the troops that they had. And they didn’t have much. Less than two thousand troops had been left behind for the defense of the Han. Until Feng Zian returned, this skeleton crew would be the only thing between Yao Shuren and total defeat. To lead this army, Emperor Qianfei needed someone that could be trusted. Considering the dodgy loyalty of some of the Jing officers, this was easier said than done. Li Tong and Wei Yan were good commanders, but the former had showed apathy toward the current regime, with the later proving outright hostile at times. Bozu was the one to make a recommendation. Difficult time necessitated extraordinary decisions. They needed to give command to
Yang Weili.
Emperor Qianfei was none too pleased with the suggestion. He had been pretty open about his disdain for the man. Why trust a general with such a bad track record? This old man was a useless annoyance who did not understand that things had changed. Surely there was someone else that could be counted on. But after long considerations (too long according to some, as Yao Shuren used that time to start mobilizing), he had to concede that the strategist was their best bet. For all his failures, Yang Weili had successfully led the campaign against Yuan Shu. He would have probably won it too, even without Feng Zian’s help. This dedication to finishing
Liu Siyuan’s campaign gained him some respect with the Jing officers, which might prove useful in this dire time. And more importantly, Yang Weili had shown to be willing to submit himself to imperial authority, something that was sadly all too rare these days. With a grunt of resignation, Emperor Qianfei sent orders to the strategist, ordering him to take command of the defense of the Han.
Yang Weili was slow to report to his duties, to the frustration of the Imperial Court. When he finally did, the other officers, most of which were originally from the Jing army, were either shocked or disgusted to see who was with him. To assist him in this campaign was none other than the blind eunuch Jiang Gong, still alive after the horrors inflicted on him by Liu Siyuan. While he had spent the last years living in Yang Weili’s court in anonymity, the Qianfei’s regime would prove an unexpected boon for him. Emperor Qianfei’s empowerment of eunuchs gave him a chance at being useful again. Being blind, he was not given much opportunities, but the fact that he still received a minor office was good enough for him. And then Yang Weili had him commandeered as a eunuch general for the campaign. The presence of a eunuch in command did frustrate many officers, but the fact that it was their old comrade Jiang Gong made things so awkward that they did not speak of it. This campaign would prove the eunuch’s last hooray in military affairs, as complications from his blinding would eventually kill him in October 213.
Emperor Qianfei had his general, but he still needed to make sure that the Jing officers would remain loyal to his cause. They had all claimed to be Han loyalists, sure. They even helped give him back his powers. But when presented with a strongman like Yao Shuren, would they remain loyal to their young monarch? After all, they had loved Liu Siyuan, who from what he heard was a warrior first and a hero second. What Emperor Qianfei needed right now was to remind them of his link with the late hero, to remind the officers that by fighting for him they were defending Liu Siyuan’s dream. To achieve this, he posthumously promoted the Liu clansman again. Already the Duke of Xincai, Liu Siyuan was promoted all the way to Prince of Xincai. Of course, Emperor Qianfei made it clear that the title was not hereditary, so that the generals might not get the idea of replacing him with Liu Kun. With some luck, this would be enough to convince them to back him up against Yao Shuren.
Talking of Yao Shuren, he had not been idle while Emperor Qianfei organized his defense. Both sides knew that the Governor would aim for the Imperial Capital. It was surrounded by his lands, and he had already expressed that his goal was to purge the court and free the Emperor. Everyone knew that he was going for Luoyang, which is why he sent a diversion army from Yi Province, one that would attack Jing Province and force the Han army to march south and leave the capital undefended. Not doing so would endanger the farmlands of the province, a disastrous loss for the Han regime. Meanwhile, he would be leading a northern offensive with a far larger army against the Imperial Capital, an army that he knew the Imperial forces couldn’t possibly match.
To lead the southern push, he appointed two of his newest subordinates. First was
Xuan Su, his recently appointed Commandant. The choice of his actual position had been problematic for Yao Shuren. On the one hand, he couldn’t simply leave him in charge of Liang Province while he left. Who knew what he might do? But he couldn’t go in battle while knowing that Xuan Su was right by him. So he compromised, giving the Commandant his own army in the south. An army large enough to challenge the Jing army left in the province, but that would stand no match against Yao Shuren’s main force. Just to be safe though, he assigned another commander that he knew would never betray him. Not because
Pan Zheng was his most loyal follower, but because there was no way he would risk his neck once he did the math. Even better, the scholar’s abrupt and honest nature might take the scheming northerner off guard. Even if the two might not get along, they would at least be able to complete their mission.
Meanwhile, the choice for his own generals was a lot easier. As had become a habit since the Yi campaign, Cheng Pu would serve as his second-in-command. The older general had previously served under Yuan Shu and Sun Jian, giving him a knowledge of the region that could prove useful. Cheng Pu was reliable, competent and didn’t spend hours questioning orders. He was perfect for this important mission. But sometimes, you needed to use brute force and violence to fulfil your goals. For this reason, he finally recalled Xu Chu from his long assignment of border defense. Yao Shuren had hoped that this would teach him to be more mindful, but he found the general just as angry and bashful as ever. No matter. Every ruler needed a dog to unleash on his enemies, and Xu Chu was the best he could hope for. With Liu Siyuan and Lü Bu buried, only a few warriors could rival the fighting prowess of the general. Which meant that whoever found himself faced by Xu Chu would have a terrible time.
The Liang forces took a long time to assemble, only being fully ready by early autumn. This might have been great news for Emperor Qianfei, who needed every day he could get until the return of Feng Zian. In fact, the southern army had taken so long to assemble that Yang Weili was actually about to launch an offensive in Yi Province. However, the prospect of an invading Liang army had put the populace on edge. When Emperor Qianfei decided to block the gates of the Imperial Capital, he stopped many peasants and refugees seeking protection within the walls of Luoyang. This scene of the peasantry stuck outside of the cities on imperial orders seemed to have repeated many times in the territories formerly controlled by Yuan Shu, where the fighting was expected to happen. Feeling abandoned, some of these peasants revolted in October, planning to force their way in the cities and seek refuge for themselves, and only themselves.
Yang Weili immediately had to turn around and deal with this new threat. This meant abandoning any plan of fighting the southern army led by Xuan Su and Pan Zheng, with both satisfied of this outcome (Xuan Su because it meant suffering casualties that should be sustained by Yao Shuren’s army, and Pan Zheng because he didn’t have to keep on high alert and could return to writing). On his way north, he was met with Wei Yan, who was still in his commandery and watching the current war closely. Seeing an opportunity to offer help and regain a place in the army, Liu Siyuan’s protégé offered his help in defeating the peasant army. After all, the rebel army was larger than what the strategist had under his command. Yang Weili readily agreed, allowing his fellow general to take as much power as he wanted. Soon enough, Wei Yan was the one giving orders, to the frustration of Emperor Qianfei in Luoyang. Though the Emperor shouldn’t have worried, as once the peasant threat was dealt with Wei Yan planned to returned to his commandery as ordered.
They reached the peasant army in Nanyang Commandery, the core of Yuan Shu’s former territories. The peasants were trying to make their way in the commandery’s local capital and establish themselves there to avoid the war. But that would have hurt the efforts to help the Imperial Capital, and Yang Weili couldn’t allow that. Wei Yan used the rebels’ desire to enter the city against them. With Yang Weili’s help, they were able to maneuver their enemies against the walls of the city. Stuck, the rebels fought a desperate battle against the Imperial Army, a final attempt to break out and free themselves. Wei Yan did not leave them this chance. The peasants were easily defeated, and all those captured were executed as traitors for the crime of seeking safety. His task done, Wei Yan gave command back to Yang Weili and made his way south. But as he returned home, he picked up on the devastating effect this revolt had on morale. The peasants now looked at the Imperial Army not as a protector, but an oppressor. And if this was the kind of brutality handed down by their rulers, what could they expect from the invaders?
But while this was going on, the Imperial Capital had been left to its own device. Acting just as planned, Yao Shuren moved his eight thousand men army against Luoyang and the surrounding cities. Even if the Imperial Capital had a strong enough garrison to hold, the surrounding villages and cities weren’t as lucky. These towns had always remained loyal to the Imperial Court, even going as far as continuing to follow the Han regime when Jiang Xian was in charge of it. For that longtime loyalty, they were sacked by Xu Chu on Yao Shuren’s orders. Although it seemed counterproductive to his goals to use such violence, it actually helped his eventual objective. Luoyang had regained too much of its prestige these last few years. The Governor of Liang Province needed to show that it was undefendable and inappropriate for the Emperor and his court, who would be safer west.
The Imperial Court was panicking, even if the garrison was holding. In the last decade, they had experienced three sieges. First from Yuan Shu in 206, when he took control of Luoyang. Then in 210, when Feng Zian switched side and forced a quick siege of the Imperial Capital before it surrendered. And now this? Things seemed desperate; things seemed doomed. But then the Liang army suddenly abandoned the siege in early January and left Luoyang to march east. What was happening? Emperor Qianfei could only wonder. A few days later, a messenger managed to make his way to Luoyang and get an audience with the Court. He brought news of Feng Zian’s arrival! Everyone breaded a sigh of relief, and Emperor Qianfei declared that “Heaven still favors the Han!” However, the war was yet won. While some optimists argued that Feng Zian had scared the Liang troops, Emperor Qianfei knew enough about war to understand that this wasn’t the case. More likely, Yao Shuren was moving to go fight the Grand Commandant. And all they could do was await the outcome of this coming battle.
Feng Zian found himself in the same situation he was always in: commanding a smaller army against overwhelming forces. He had been expecting to come back as a hero defeating the invaders and saving the Han Dynasty. Except that he was now looking at an army three time larger than his. Even with his usual arrogance, the Grand Commandant was extremely stressed about the battle to come. He certainly didn’t expect Yao Shuren to come meet him head on at the border of Sili Province, blocking his path back to the Imperial Capital. When they finally faced in early February, Feng Zian decided to take the initiative and surprise the Liang troops with ruthless offensives. He eventually spotted a weak point in the Liang formation, quickly throwing his troops against it only to realize that it was a trap. Half of the Han troops were either killed or captured, with Feng Zian himself needing to be dragged out of the battlefield due to severe injuries.
The retreat was ordered as fast as possible, but the damage was already done. Doctors immediately started attending the injured Grand Commandant, doing what they could to make sure that he didn’t die. In order to get through the pain, Feng Zian angrily demanded alcohol, which he started to consume hourly to numb the pain. This left him out of it for most of the day, making him unable to command the troops. The officers who knew how bad things were quickly turned to Feng Zian’s eldest son Feng Yong. With the exception of Feng Guo, who jealously believed that his brother was receiving and unfair favored treatment, the officers allowed Feng Yong to take command. He had military experience and was respected by the officers, making him a perfect replacement for the Grand Commandant. In a stroke of genius, Feng Yong still continued to issue the orders in the name of his father as to not hurt the morale of the troops.
But the morale of the troops was about to take a plunge. After two weeks of retreat, Feng Yong was hoping to regroup and help his army prepare for a long war. But instead of resting in a safe heaven, they found Yao Shuren and the Liang army waiting for them. As always, the Governor of Liang Province had managed to outpaced his enemies to their shock and horror. While Feng Yong wanted to plan a defensive retreat, news of the enemies made their way to Feng Zian’s tent. Drunk and unable to see the actual state of both armies, the Grand Commandant ordered an immediate attack. As the troops still thought that Feng Zian was in charge, they obeyed and assaulted the far larger enemy army. They quickly retreated once half of them had been killed, though. In the span of a month, the Imperial Army had been devastated, and its leader was far too injured to do anything about it.
As Yao Shuren was making his way back to Luoyang, he was made aware that his southern duo hadn’t been performing as well as expected. As it turned out, they had yet to actually enter Jing Province, instead patrolling the border between Yi and Jing for the last year. Xuan Su had been extremely prudent, suspecting that Pan Zheng might report on his every move to Yao Shuren. Xuan Su thus had to explain to Pan Zheng why he didn’t order an attack. His official reasoning was that with Yang Weili having almost invaded Yi Province, they needed to work on defending the border and leave the invasion to the main army. Clearly this was a safer strategy. His actual reason was that he wanted to conserve his troops as much as possible, just in case an opportunity appeared to him. Since less fighting meant more time to write and study, Pan Zheng did not oppose it, although he did write a report to Yao Shuren about the reasoning of his Commandant.
While Yao Shuren was pissed at Xuan Su’s procrastinating, a problem in April would actually give reason to Xuan Su’s official excuse. Seeing how the Liang army was focused on Jing Province, barbarians in Yi Province once again saw an opportunity to rise up, having learned nothing for the ten previous times they had tried it. They hoped that if they could defeat the smaller army led by Xuan Su and Pan Zheng, then they might be able to force Yao Shuren to accept their independence. Surely this plan would work perfectly. A barbarian named Huojiao was able to assemble fellow Namnan to his cause thanks to his credential as a great commander. Even worse, some of the local chieftains secretly financed this revolt. If it did well, then they might think about seeking independence too… Xuan Su and Pan Zheng had to deal with this new problem immediately before it got out of hands.
But if the Liang troops now had an inconvenience to deal with, this was nothing compared to the loss that the Han Dynasty suffered that same April…
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He had taken his sweet time to select the best clothes that he had. It was an important occasion, and he didn’t want to dishonor his father by appearing in dirty clothes. Some might argue that it wouldn’t matter, as he was wearing his mourning white dress over it, along the white headband that usually accompanied it. But Feng Guo loved wearing good clothes, and even in this horrible time in his life this wouldn’t change.
He made sure that dirt didn’t get on him as he made his way between the tents and the soldiers. In the center of the camp were the officers and the advisors, all wearing the ceremonial mourning dresses over their armors or uniforms. They were all on their knees, wailing and crying. Feng Guo did his best to keep his calm, as he dearly wanted to join them in their lament. Everyone in the camp was in mourning, with the Imperial Capital probably doing the same. He made his way to the small altar installed at the center of everything, where his brother Feng Yong was already on his knees. He had even prepared offerings for it, with fruits and other goods that were part of the ceremony. For once, Feng Guo did not complain about his brother acting first. All he could do was fall on his knees in front of the altar, on top of which a single funerary tablet stood with a name inscribed upon it.
冯 Feng
子 Zi
安 An
While his expression remained the same, tears started to fall from his eyes. His father was gone, truly gone. The injuries he had sustained two months ago proved fatal, ending the life of the greatest general of the Han.
“Father…” he whispered.
“Father!”
The silent crying of Feng Yong quickly joined his, to which was added the laments of the officers behind them.
“Grand Commandant!”
“General Yang! Why did you leave us?”
The cries continued, but Feng Guo ignored them.
“Father, you were the greatest of us. Your loyalty to the Han was unparalleled. You led us to victory so many times. W-Why…”
He was usually so good when it came to talking. But now he was out of words. He would never see his boastful father again, telling him to go study or advising him on his marriage. Never would they talk again. Never would he be there.
“Why did you have to leave us so soon, father?” he cried.
“Who will his Imperial Majesty rely on to save us? Who will deliver us from the evil tyrant?”
“Why did you leave us, General Feng?” one officer added.
“Please don’t abandon us, Grand Commandant!”
Feng Guo used his sleeve to dry off his face.
“Do not worry father!” he declared with tears in his eyes.
“As your most loyal son, I will continue your work! I will bring honor to the Feng Clan!”
He then resumed lamenting and bowing to his father’s funerary tablet. After a few minutes, he felt a hand on his shoulder, only to see his brother Feng Yong looking at him. He had a kind smile on his face, which Feng Guo understood as his brother boasting about his lack of crying. Clearly the older brother was being smug about his superiority.
“Guo, we should talk.” he said in a calm voice.
He quickly shoved away his brother arm from his shoulder in frustration. Didn’t Yong see that he was mourning right now? But when he looked behind them, he could see the confusion in the eyes of the officers, who couldn’t understand with Feng Guo had pushed his brother away like that. This show of disunity during mourning clearly did not look good.
“Fine.” Feng Guo whispered.
“Lead the way, brother.”
Feng Yong nodded and stood up, with his younger brother following. Feng Guo had never liked his brother. He was always the one receiving praises or special treatment. People kept bragging about how he was such a great commander, or how kind he was to others.
“Feng Yong always works so hard!” they kept saying. And he always got special treatment. Even father gave him a pass. When Feng Yong married a woman against father’s will, he was pardoned a few years later. He should have been banished from the household! Yet when Feng Guo married the woman his father wanted, he wasn’t praised or anything. Feng Yong always got everything his way. What an unfair world.
The older brother entered his tent, waving to his brother to follow. With a sigh of annoyance, Feng Guo went in.
“What did you want to talk about, Yong?”
“Father is dead now.” Feng Yong said with a saddened voice. As if he really cared.
“As if I didn’t know that already! You must be happy.”
“How can you say that?” Feng Yong asked in shock.
“Now that father is gone, they all look at you for leadership.”
“At us.” the older brother corrected.
“Which is why I wanted to talk to you about what comes next.”
“So? What do you have planned for our future? How will we push back this invasion?”
Fen Guo waited for his brother to speak, which led to a long and awkward pause for both of them.
“… We don’t.”
“What?”
“We need to take the army and pledge ourselves to Yao Shuren.” Feng Yong finally said.
“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?”
“We are losing this war, Guo.”
“And your solution is to betray the emperor? To betray father’s memory?”
“Father is dead.”
These words were clearly hard to say for Feng Yong, but that didn’t stop his brother from continuing.
“General Yang is still fighting! We need to go support him!”
“And send more men to their death?” Feng Yong asked.
“We should focus on saving lives.”
“I can’t believe you are talking treason.”
“We need to do this together, brother. Otherwise, our army will split and some of it will continue fighting.”
“Of course, they will!” Feng Guo fumed.
“Unlike you, they are loyal!”
“Guo, please. We can stop this war. We can save lives, end the bloodshed.”
He offered a hand to his brother. His eyes were pleading Feng Guo to take it to end this war, to prevent the death of innocent lives. e offe
Feng Guo spat at his face and stormed out.
If his brother wanted to surrender, then let him. The traitor didn’t deserve to be the son of the great Feng Zian. Feng Guo would be the one to keep the fight alive, to help save the Han. He would go join General Yang Weili with his troops, and together they would defeat Yao Shuren and Feng Yong. His treasonous brother would be executed for his crimes, and everyone would see who was the worthy son of a hero.
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PS: So, a lot to take in.
First of all, thanks to @Idhrendur for giving me Feng Zian (169-212). The scholar turned great general was an interesting character, and his career really peaked in the last five years of his life or so. While his character development wasn’t exactly positive, turning more arrogant and angrier with time, unlike others he still managed to remain sympathetic. He died a true hero of the Han Dynasty and will be missed. His sons are now fighting on different sides, so who knows where the future of his Clan lays.
Also, Mo Jie’s small road trip north. At first it was supposed to be one or two lines, but then I always wanted to make a road trip section with Mo Jie for some reason. So I jumped at the opportunity. Plus, it allowed us to see what kind of people were Changle’s family. Budugen had always been this far away presence, so seeing him in person was fun to write.
Pan Zheng and Xuan Su in the south has the potential to be a fun duo to follow, which we’ll probably see more when they deal with the barbarian revolt. But you’ll have to wait for that, as in 213 we first have a Xiao Ru chapter before we get to the Liang-Han war again.
Here is Feng Zian’s family tree upon death.
Also, if you wondered what those mourning dresses looked like, here is an image from the show Three Kingdoms (2010).