233: LAST STAND
Emperor Wu’s campaign had been a complete disaster. Thousands had died in his attempt to retake the lands conquered by the Xianbei, only for him to come back without any result to show for it. The Chen military was decimated and the coffers had suffered a massive blow due to the payment he had to send to Xibaxiong to secure peace. The Dynasty had suffered a great blow, and his ego had been the only cause of this. Had he not tried to reclaim those territories immediately after loosing them, there would have been no difference. No, it would have been better. He had been impatient, he had been arrogant, and he had been wrong. It reminded him of his father, a dark thought that he quickly chased from his mind. He now understood that he needed to be patient, and more importantly, he needed to listen to his advisors far more to ensure that this sort of event did not happen again.
Of course, this was going to be difficult when one of his main advisors was absent from court.
Hu Zan had been captured in February by Xibaxiong, and there had been no news from him since. In the meantime, his lands and titles were managed by his two remaining adult sons, as Emperor Wu’s son-in-law Hu Weizhi had sadly died in 228 from and infected wound. The oldest of the two was Hu Jingxuan. The 32 years old man was well known from court, having passed the Imperial Exam with bravo and proving to be hardworking and sociable. He was also courageous, well built and seemed to wish to follow his father’s career in the military. Hu Zan had certainly approved of this, and had been indicating that he wished for Hu Ah to inherit his Marquisate and other honors upon his death instead of his grandsons from his first son, the unfilial Hu Da.
But Hu Jingxuan was not the one being officially in charge of his father’s regency. That honor went to Hu Zan’s fourth son, Hu Ah. Everyone could agree that of all the old general’s children, Hu Ah was the most gifted. He was the one to inherit his father’s intelligence. He was an extremely well learned man, who understood court politics and imperial affairs with ease. Had Hu Ah had any great ambitions, he might have proven quite the challenge for Xiao Bin, and it would not be hard to imagine him one day becoming Chancellor of the Chen. But Hu Ah would refuse such appointment. He was paranoid of offers of the sort, which is why he never did the Imperial Exams like his brother. Instead, he cynically commented on the affairs at court, which never impressed him much. And then there was the reason why Hu Zan had never made him his heir: he hated warfare and was afraid of the battlefield. Hu Zan simply couldn’t accept an heir that wasn’t a military officer like he was. Well… that and Hu Ah’s mental problems, having violent outbursts had random times that made it hard to deal with him on a regular basis.
The brothers were quickly contacted by the Chancellor Xiao Bin, which was strange considering the well-known animosity between their father and the Chancellor. The prince suggested that maybe it was better for their father… not to return. Surely, these funds could be put to better use elsewhere. And if Hu Zan was never to return, there would surely be ample opportunities for promotions for the Hu brothers, with Xiao Bin hinting that a few commanderies might find themselves available for them if this happened. And surely the Emperor would reward his mentor’s sons with titles of nobility. Hu Jingxuan was infuriated at this idea and told the Chancellor to forget it. Meanwhile, Hu Ah responded to Xiao Bin that all he needed to do now was convinced their younger brother Hu Du to betray his father. It shouldn’t be hard, considering that Hu Du had been born on the exact day that their father was captured and so had never met him. Xiao Bin realized his error in trying to convince Hu Zan’s sons and backed off. Hu Jingxuan and Hu Ah used their father’s massive wealth to pay a ransom for him, and Hu Zan was back at court by the last days of April 233.
Following the second defeat against the Xianbei, there was a clear anti-barbarian sentiment emerging among the officialdom. Even if Emperor Wu was a tolerant man who did not hold any personal disdain for foreigner, he found himself pressured to “free” his court from foreign influence. This was most notably exemplified by the exile of the Buddhist barbarian from the West who had served as Excellency of the Masses since Emperor Wu took the throne. He was replaced by the far less competent, but far more Chinese Bei Mea. It was the second time that Bei Mea found himself replacing a far better man, having previously replaced the late Luo An as Excellency of Works during the reign of
Emperor Cheng.
But there was one person that Emperor Wu refused to depart from, and that was Empress Tanshihuai. Her presence was easily the most offensive to the Chinese courtiers, considering that it was her brother that had been destroying the Chen Dynasty. This was made even worse by the fact that Xibaxiong had taken the habit of always writing to his sister instead of the Chen court or the Emperor as a clear slight against his brother-in-law. This made it look like the Empress was conspiring with her brother, with Xiao Bin eventually ordering the Empress’s private letters opened and read before they were given to her.
This invasion of privacy was deeply hurtful for the Empress, though it was nothing compared to the fact that her husband now had Chinese concubines he spent times with (though one was funnily enough the daughter of a Sinicized barbarian). Even so, Emperor Wu continued to show his public support for his wife. After a series of harsh petition requesting that he dispose of his empress, Emperor Wu stood up and angrily asked his court who would be the Crown Prince then? Clearly it wouldn’t do to keep the son of a deposed empress as the heir. It would be unfitting. This killed the discussion in an instant. The fact was that the three princes (Xiao Gong, Xiao Dan and Xiao Zenguang) were all born of Changle, so any other candidate than these three might be interpreted as treason.
Still, it wasn’t like the three princes were great options either. Xiao Gong, for all his efforts to follow in his father’s footsteps, had proven unimpressive and somewhat disappointing. While he remained Crown Prince by virtue of being the eldest and already having a son of his own, Emperor Wu sometimes worried that his son was not ready for the job, even as he had spent the last seven years gaining experience as a magistrate away from court. The fact that Emperor Wu had yet to recall the Crown Prince said a lot about the Son of Heaven’s belief in the young man’s abilities. Though in Xiao Gong’s defense, some of the terrible reports that were coming from his county were not his fault, but that of his wife Crown Princess Ding. The young woman was ambitious, greedy and wanted the easy life that should come with her position. And if she was this bad now, one could only wonder what damage she would do once she was empress.
But Xiao Gong’s brothers weren’t any better. The second son Xiao Dan had started somewhat promisingly, a decent student who took care of his appearance and had a keen sense of justice. However, he was the son who resembled his mother the most, which came with a lot of prejudice at court. Even worse, he developed clear mental problems in his teens, similar to what his uncle Xiao Cang was suffering from in his exile. Some argued that this madness came from his barbarian blood, but this was more likely due to a predisposition to mental illness within the Xiao Clan. This left only Xiao Zenguang, the youngest of the three. At fifteen, he was a hardworking and honest young man who was well liked at court and studious. If there was any potential replacement for Xiao Gong, it was Xiao Zenguang. But then the younger prince would start suffering from leprosy in his early adult years, which shut the door on his potential succession. After all, nobody wanted a lepper emperor.
These were all things that Emperor Wu had to take into account to rebuild his dynasty. But other problems would make these worries insignificant. One of the reasons he had launched his campaign was because he was afraid of what would happen with the Chen Dynasty split in two, fearful of the dangers this represented. Sadly, he would quickly be proven right. Bohai Commandery now stood apart from the rest of the Dynasty, just as its administrator Yuan Rei was coming of age. Now old enough to rule himself, he quickly dispensed of the regents he previously had an surrounded himself with new officials. And these officials convinced him that he needed to show how essential he was to the Chen Dynasty by expanding it. If he did that, then Emperor Wu would see that Yuan Rei was just the man that the Chen needed to recover from its current low point.
And Yuan Rei had the perfect target in mind. On the most northern border of the Chen (and thus of Bohai Commandery) was not the Liang Dynasty, but a small chieftain named Jiang Bofang. His father Jiang Qinming had adopted the Tengri faith and declared himself a High Chief instead of an Administrator in order to endear himself to Budugen the Great, to who he was paying tributes. Jiang Qinming died in 230, and his son now ruled his little domain of Youbeiping. Eliminating Jiang Bofang would expand the Chen Dynasty north and be a boon for the Chen. Yuan Rei thus used his freedom from Chenguo thanks to the division of the Chen to declare war on Jiang Bofang in May.
But what Yuan Rei seemed to miss was the close relationship between Jiang Bofang and the Xianbei Confederacy. The panicked High Chief quickly sent envoys to Xibaxiong, pleading the Khagan for his help against the invading Chinese. The Despoiler then turned around with a smile and declare that this brazen attack from Yuan Rei was a breach of the peace that had only recently been negotiated with the Chen, thus rendering it null and void. And what overlord would Xibaxiong be if he didn’t respond? So only two months after peace had been agreed, the Despoiler decided to attack the Chen Dynasty out of retaliation for the actions of Yuan Rei, even though Emperor Wu had nothing to do with this. And this time, Xibaxiong didn’t seek lands or a single payment for the peace. No, he planned to make the Chen Dynasty a permanent tributary, subordinate to his authority.
While the Grand Commandant Ba Daiping had worked hard to rebuild the military (until he was replaced by a returning Hu Zan as Emperor Wu had said he would), the Chen was nowhere near ready to fight. Changle was especially afraid for her husband, and advised him to accept the position of tributary for now. But the Emperor was completely opposed to the idea. The Xiao Imperial Clan was far too prideful to agree to submit to the Xianbei’s authority, and the generals like Ba Daiping refused to bow down to the Despoiler without a fight. They might lose. They would probably lose. But they were going to try their hardest to win this. Changle, seeing the overwhelming opposition to her idea from her husband and the courtiers, quickly backtracked and excused herself.
Of course, Hu Zan would be in charge of this campaign. The Grand Commandant also had Ba Daiping by his side, to command the center during the incoming struggle with the Xianbei horde. While the two men didn’t get along and were rival for the position of Grand Commandant, the fact was that they worked well together. And besides, who else could Hu Zan count upon to command the center of his army? Ba Daiping was the best offensive general at the Chen Dynasty’s disposal, and there was no one else Hu Zan could count on to challenge the Xianbei in drive and determination.
With them was a new face among the officer corps, though he had an extensive military career to make up for it. The 65 years old Xue Fang had recently been promoted as one of the top generals of the Chen Dynasty. The father of Xue Tang, Hu Zan’s protégé, Xue Fang had served many masters over his long career, most notably Cao Cao and the Cao Army. When Dong Commandery was conquered by the Chen, he quickly pledged his loyalty to the Dynasty. Ever since, he had been in charge of border defense, thus never participating in the major battles that had rocked the Chen Dynasty over the last five years. But with his son now being noticed by the Emperor, Xue Fang’s career immediately rose as well. His loyalty, sense of honor and humility endeared him to the Emperor, though Hu Zan was slightly worried about the old man’s ambitious nature. Still, this was one great general that the Chen now had at its disposal, and Hu Zan was not going to miss an opportunity to use him.
By the end of the summer, Hu Zan had been able to put together a respectable army of 10,000 men. Nothing to laugh at in normal circumstances. Yet against the massive forces of Xibaxiong, it was a laughable number. But Hu Zan had one advantage this time. He hadn’t spent his imprisonment idly waiting for his release. He had kept an eye open, no matter the bad treatment he had received at the hand of his captors. Sometimes, he forced himself to avoid sleep in order to look at the troops. He remembered their numbers, their composition, their formations. The Chen might not have the numbers, but at least he could guarantee that the Xianbei would be unable to pull any surprise in the incoming confrontation.
In October, Hu Zan and the Chen army were finally faced with the enemy. But to their surprise, it was not the whole horde, but a smaller vanguard, one actually smaller than what the Chen military had fielded to stop it. Hu Zan quickly put his strategy in place, forcing the Xianbei horsemen to fight in a town that had been evacuated beforehand. Horsemen found it far more difficult to navigate with the abandoned carts and fruit stands still in the street, while the Chen soldiers used these as defensive positions to strike down their enemies. Xibaxiong, who was commanding this vanguard, quickly pulled out of the city, only for Ba Daiping to fall upon his troops and force the Xianbei in a pincer.
Hu Zan knew where the tributary allies in the vanguard had to be situated, which is why he sent the Chen calvary against these instead of wasting them in a fight against the northern horsemen. It was effective in routing the infantry that supported the main horsemen army. Xibaxiong, frustrated by the situation, eventually pushed for a massive charge against Xue Fang. And while Xue Fang held firm and dealt great damages to the enemy, he was eventually force to break formation and allow the Xianbei army to retreat. But it didn’t matter. Hu Zan had delivered the first victory against Xibaxiong since the Khagan had fought against Chen troops for the first time in 231. For once, the Chen had pushed back the invaders, with Xibaxiong confused and shocked at this turn of events. And as the soldiers cheered, the old general had a large smile plastered on his face.
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“Is this real?” he asked the messenger.
“His Imperial Majesty sent me as soon as it was agreed.” the man answered.
Xue Tang was still in armor, having just come back from reviewing the troops. While it had been two weeks since their incredible victory against the Xianbeis, that didn’t mean that they had the right to laze off. Grand Commandant Hu Zan had ordered that the troops still needed to be kept in fighting orders for the eventual return of the enemy.
But the letter he had in his hand, if true, could change all that. Hu Zan needed to be told about this as fast as possible. And obviously, he needed to be the one to tell him. After all, who better than his protégé? And the prestige that would come with bringing this news. He just needed to convince the messenger to let him keep the letter…
“Thank you…” Xue Tang said.
“May… Maybe I could be of some help?”
“It’s alright.” The messenger answered. “I just need to give this letter to the Grand Commandant.”
“I-I can do this for you…” the general meekly offered.
“I mean, I can give it for you!”
“As long as it is delivered.” the messenger shrugged.
Xue Tang took this as a yes and immediately started to make his way to the main command tent, where he knew that the rest of the officers were assembled. As he made his way there, he noticed how the soldiers were joyful in camp. Morale was high ever since their victory, and it was all thanks to the Grand Commandant. Hu Zan had done the impossible and defeated the invincible. And the soldiers loved him for it and celebrated his name. Still, hopefully they didn’t sign too loudly, as the generals might decide that military discipline was too lax among the troops.
He quickly entered the tent, where most of the generals were talking strategy and logistic. At the end opposite to the entrance stood a low table, which was placed right in front of a seated Hu Zan, who rested on cushions. He looked to be lacking his usual energy today, with his eyes half closed and his tired face. This was understandable. The Grand Commandant had been pulling all-nighters in preparation of the next battle, leaving him stressed and weakened. He was so out of it that he didn’t even notice Xue Tang entering the tent.
“Marquis!” Xue Tang shouted.
He immediately regretted his decision as all eyes turn to him. The healthy discussions quickly died down with the new arrival in the tent. Hu Zan seemed to finally realize his presence, though he only looked up slowly and gave a simple grunt as acknowledgement.
“What is it, Tang?” his father Xue Fang asked.
“A letter from Chenguo just arrived and…”
“Give me that!” demanded Ba Daiping as he seized the scroll from Xue Tang’s hands.
The general had not even finished his sentence that the document was already in his hands, denying Xue Tang the opportunity to hand it to his mentor. While Ba Daiping was not as arrogant as other officers that Xue Tang had been accustomed too, the fact that he often acted as he pleased didn’t endear him to the younger general. But now that the document was in his hands, Xue Tang didn’t have it in him to fight for the letter. Starting a fight with such an influential general would do little to help his career. His father wasn’t a shy as his son, however, and he quickly stepped to Ba Daiping with a menacing look on his face.
“Would General Ba share the content of this letter addressed for the Grand Commandant?” Xue Fang pointed out, adding the last part to spite his colleague.
It didn’t seem to have any effect, as Ba Daiping had a massive grin plastered on his face that didn’t seem ready to disappear anytime soon.
“The Xianbeis are out.” he joyfully declared.
“What?” Xue Fang asked in shock.
Murmured started in the tent, with the Grand Commandant being the only one not looking at everyone else in the hope that someone had an idea what this meant. He simply stood seated, awaiting the rest of the letter.
“His Imperial Majesty just finished talks with Xianbei envoys.” Ba Daiping continued.
“It seems that the Khagan has some problems back home after spending the last years in Qing Province away from the steppes. He is calling it quit and asked for an end to hostilities. It’s over. We won!”
Surprise made ways to cheers as they all took in the meaning of these words. Their recent victory had been THE victory. They had successfully driven out the invasion, they had triumphed over the enemy. While it was more a white peace than a complete triumph, it was still held as a great moment by the generals. Even Xue Tang, who already knew the content of the letter, couldn’t stop himself from cheering with them. Even the Grand Commandant allowed himself a weak smile. This was a significant moment, even more than any of them could expect at the time. Unlike the previous peace deals, this one would hold for years to come, marking the end of the last four years of deadly conflicts between the Chen Dynasty and the Xianbei Confederacy.
“We sent the Despoiler packing back home!” someone shouted.
“He should grab his sister with him while he’s at it!” another man added, which was followed by laughers from the officer corps.
“Leave the empress alone…” Hu Zan told them, clearly not finding the joke funny.
“Grand Commandant,” his father started,
“they were simply joking. I dare not think that one of us is stupid enough to talk against the Empress, especially considering how his Imperial Highness feels about this subject.”
“Good...” was Hu Zan’s sole response as he closed his eyes to rest.
“Someone needs to tell the troops.” Ba Daiping decided.
“They will want to celebrate too.”
“We already have difficulties with discipline in the camp.” Xue Fang protested.
“What do you expect, considering the circumstances?”
“Xue Tang…” Hu Zan whispered.
“Yes Marquis?” he responded.
“I leave the rest… to you…”
Xue Tang was confused at this request until his eyes fell on the massive pile of scrolls that were covering the table.
“The paperwork? I… of course Marquis, I can handle this for today. It will be my pleasure.” Xue Tang responded.
“Now hold on a minute.” Ba Daiping protested, having clearly heard the exchange.
“There is a hierarchy here. If Hu Zan wants help with his duties, then he should ask for the older officers like me and General Xue.”
“I do not see the harm.” Xue Fang responded.
“Of course you don’t. It’s your son he wants to do it!” Ba Daiping protested.
“Now that is absurd! My son has proven to be competent and able to handle these duties! Grand Commandant, surely you can agree that…” Xue Fang stopped as his eyes turned to Hu Zan, still seated with his eyes closed, a smile on his face.
“Marquis?”
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PS: Thank you to @patpekala for giving us the amazing character of Hu Zan (172-233), the ambitious general, great hero of the Chen, mentor of Emperor Wu and the last character to die (though again, he had the advantage of being one of the youngest).
What I find fascinating with Hu Zan is the way his life can be neatly divided in two. The first period (190-209) saw him as a young and arrogant general who aimed high, possibly too high. He clearly wanted to become a powerful warlord and one of the great powers of his time. His ambitious and youthful pride led him to betray a lot of his masters, like Kong Rong and Yang Weili. And then you have the second part of his life (210-233), the part where he served in the Chen. While still ambitious, his drive had shifted from being the one in charge to being the greatest general in the Chen. The Hu Zan under the Chen had clearly matured and learned from his previous experiences. A young Hu Zan would have rebelled the second Xiao Ru removed him from his council, yet he instead simply waited for another opportunity to get back in power. Even when he didn’t get the job he wanted, instead of complaining he used this as an opportunity to advance. And more importantly, the older Hu Zan was smart enough to cultivate the next generation, be it Emperor Wu or Xue Tang. And in the end, he died only a few weeks after achieving what was possibly the greatest victory of his career. In many ways, this was a happy ending for him. Not the one he would have wanted earlier in life, but certainly one that left him satisfied at the end.
And this also closes the book on the 10 main characters we introduced at the start of the story. They all left their mark on China, with their actions often shifting the story in ways that would affect it forever. So what did you think of them? Did you have a favorite? Who was the best, the worse, the most successful? It’s a good time to reminisce about their lives, as from now on the story will move without them, a new generation having taken center stage.