Song Zhiwen didn't expect that the letter he wrote hadn't been sent out yet, but instead received a letter written by his biggest enemy in this battle.

"Damn!" Deputy General Yang Cheng came to the lookout on horse, and Song Zhiwen had just flown off from the lookout and turned over on his horse.

"How?" Song Zhiwen glanced at the lieutenant general and said.

"That lame scout!" Yang Cheng scolded, "As soon as I saw that the gate of the city was wide open, and I didn't even know what was going on, I flew to report the enemy's attack!

Song Zhiwen was silent.

"Boss, what kind of reputation do you say this Chen Shouren is doing?" Yang Cheng asked, glaring, "Our two armies are facing each other, and the battle is hot!

"Huh. Song Zhiwen sneered, "If he negotiates peace behind his back, won't Jixia Xuegong be disgraced?"

"What the hell, what does Chen Shouren want to do?" Yang Cheng was puzzled.

"When the messenger arrives, you will see it at a glance. Song Zhi asked the horse to go to the commander's tent, Yang Cheng followed on the side, and the guards surrounded him.

When the two rode past the camp where the wounded were in the rear, they heard only wails in their ears.

Song Zhiwen looked unbearable and asked, "General Yang, this battle must be put to rest as soon as possible." ”

"His grandmother's. Yang Cheng scolded, "The herbs collected from the nearby cities are not enough. Boss, this is obviously Zheng Guo's grandson stumbling block, if you want me to see it, I have to give them some color!"

"Don't be reckless about herbs. Song Zhiwen narrowed his eyes, "I have already sent someone to control the family of the herb merchant, and in just a few days, this matter will be clear." We must not slaughter innocents, otherwise there will be rebellion under pressure. At that time, it will not be that we will point our sword at Zheng Du, but that we will be stuck in the quagmire and unable to extricate ourselves. ”

"Yes, the boss has a point. Yang Cheng said in a sullen voice.

The season has entered autumn, but the weather is still hot.

The autumn tiger is menacing, and if there is only one autumn rain, the temperature will plummet. After surviving the hot summer, the bitter cold winter in the north is not far away. The further the battle dragged on, the more confusing and the more complicated it became.

Song Zhiwen returned to the military tent, and soon after, the guards sent the messenger's bamboo slips to the front of the case.

At that time, there were two adjutant generals, one staff general, and three vanguard generals in the military tent. Song Zhiwen took the bamboo slip, and the six of them all probed their heads to know what was written in the bamboo slip.

Song Zhiwen poured out a letter from the bamboo slip, unfolded it, and frowned.

"Boss, don't frown!" Yang Cheng couldn't bear it, so he almost ran over and grabbed the letter to read, "What did that kid Chen Shouren write, did he want to negotiate peace with us behind his back?"

"General Yang, I'm afraid you're thinking too much, right?" said a middle-aged general in the military tent.

After reading the letter, Song Zhiwen handed the letter to the guard, and motioned for him to show the generals one by one.

Everyone took the letter and read it one by one, all of them looking shocked.

"Damn, what kind of fame is Chen Shouren doing?" Yang Cheng scolded.

"Boss, according to the future, this matter is not appropriate. One of the generals said, "Chen Shouren has obviously scheming to meet you on the water, this person is insidious and cunning, if the coach goes, in case there is a mistake......

Song Zhiwen looked at the general suddenly.

The general was stunned, "Boss, what's the matter?"

"Listening to General Yang, you found traces of the Blood Shadow Tower in Tiecheng?" Song Zhi asked, looking at Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng was excited, his tongue was knotted, and he was speechless.

The meaning of Song Zhiwen's words was obviously moved, and he wanted to use the assassins of the Blood Shadow Building to end Chen Shouren's life at the Bishui Meeting.

A group of people in the military tent heard that something was wrong, and hurriedly exchanged glances. One of them, an older, respected old general, spoke: "Boss, the general thinks it's inappropriate. ”

"Huh?" Song Zhi asked, looking at him.

The old general coughed and said, "This Blood Shadow Building, although it is a well-known assassin alliance in the north, but just last year, the killer of the Blood Shadow Building, Huang Evil Sword, assassinated Mu Chen, the prince of Heyang Hou Shizi, in the southern region of Yan Kingdom. The last general felt that this Blood Shadow Building was nothing more than that. ”

"Huang Evil Sword assassinated Mu Chen, and this Shuai knows about it. Song Zhiwen took out the majesty of the boss and said solemnly, "The failure to assassinate Mu Chen is mainly due to the fact that he happened to bump into the predecessor of the Sword Emperor. Hugh said that it was the Yellow Evil Sword, but the owner of the Blood Shadow Mansion personally went out and met the Sword Emperor Xie Xuan, so he couldn't eat and walked around. ”

"So, boss, the Blood Shadow Building is unreliable!" said the old general.

"But Chen Shouren is not Xie Xuan. Song Zhiwen pressed his sword and said, "There is no need to discuss this matter anymore, Ben Shuai has made up his mind! General Yang, I order you to quickly contact the people of the Blood Shadow Building, and Ben Shuai will personally go out and meet with Mr. Xiao for a while." ”

"Boss, military and political affairs, how can it be child's play?" everyone panicked.

Isn't this a joke! What is the difference between the commanders of the two armies meeting on the water like this, and Chen soldiers before the battle, and then the two sides send their own commanders to go to the front of the two armies to fight alone?

"Generals, the Bishui Pass has not been able to be attacked for a long time, and the king is already dissatisfied. Song Zhiwen looked around at the six people in the military tent, and his tone was deep, "The overseer has already set off from Suiyang City and will come to the front line in a few days. Ladies and gentlemen, everyone is familiar with who this overseer is, it is the great eunuch Zhang Yan. The stakes are well known to all the generals, right?"

The great eunuch Zhang Yan.

As soon as this name came out, the faces of the six people in the military tent became ugly.

"Damn, why is he?" Yang Cheng scolded.

"The king sent Zhang Yan to supervise the army?" The old general was also startled and realized the seriousness of the problem.

Zhang Yan is the personal supervisor of the current Song monarch Junzi Qi. When Junzi Qi was still the prince, Zhang Yan was the personal eunuch beside him, and it can be said that he was the person who grew up with the prince.

In today's Song State, the military and political power is in the hands of Song Zhiwen. However, Song Zhiwen has no quarrel with the world and has no ambition for power. And since Song Zhiwen was a teenager, he has been close friends with Jun Ziqi, the king of Song, so the military and political power is in the hands of Song Zhiwen, and Jun Ziqi has never doubted him.

The government of the Song Dynasty was basically controlled by the prime minister's money.

And to say that in the palace, this banquet can be described as covering the sky with one hand. With the identity of accompanying the prince to grow up, when he ascended the throne of Junzi Qi, he was appointed as the eunuch of the seal of the master of ceremonies, and held the position of a big seal.

Not only that, but Zhang Yan, the eunuch with palm prints, is also a close confidant of the Queen Mother.

The prince of the Song Dynasty is a well-known filial son of the Song Kingdom, but whenever the Queen Mother is sick, he can not untie the crown dress under the Queen Mother, and serve day and night until the Queen Mother recovers.

Such a character can make hundreds of civil and military officials tremble three times when they stomp their feet in the Song Kingdom!

Song Zhiwen is naturally not afraid of Zhang Yan.

But now that the battle between him and Chen Shouren is anxious, what is the intention of Junzi Qi to suddenly send Zhang Yan to supervise the army?

The six generals in the army all knew this.

It stands to reason that Jun Ziqi could not have doubts about Song Zhiwen. But the general is outside, and the siege has not lasted for a long time, and no matter how big the king is, he can't stand the wind blowing in his ears.

Zhang Yan is not good.

"Before Zhang Yan arrives at the front line, it is best for us to break through the Bishui Pass. Song Zhi asked, "Otherwise, as soon as he arrives, let alone break through the Bishui Pass, it will be very good if he doesn't mess up the battle situation at that time." ”

As soon as Song Zhi's words came out, everyone present understood.

No wonder the boss wants to take a risk, he would rather collude with the killers of the Blood Shadow Building, and also solve Chen Shouren at the meeting of the water.

Once Zhang Yan came here, with his pig brain, let alone breaking through the Bishui Pass, it was a question of whether they could have their lives alive and go back to the Song Kingdom!

"Boss, can you?" Yang Cheng made a gesture to wipe his neck.

There was a dead silence in the tent.

Everyone was frightened by Yang Cheng's action.

"That's the most trusted person in the king. The young general was so frightened that he gasped, not to mention killing Zhang Yan, it was to anger him, and they were all groundbreaking on Tai Sui's head.

"Don't be reckless!" Song Zhiwen was also blindsided, and hurriedly scolded Yang Cheng, and said in a solemn voice, "For today's plan, we can only delay Zhang Yan's itinerary, and then seize the time to quickly break through Bishui Pass." With Chen Shouren's ability, he would never allow his rear to be in an uncertain variable. I have a hunch that Zheng Guo's princelings and the little princelings will soon be decided. ”

The little princelings were bound to lose.

And once the rear is stable, Chen Shouren can give it a go.

Because in this way, he has no worries.

Song Zhiwen was sure that the situation in Bishui Pass was definitely not much better than their current situation. The princelings are busy fighting with the little princes, where does they have the energy to care about him Chen Shouren?

Now the battle is fighting from late spring to early autumn, and the consumption on both sides is not light.

If it weren't for the imminent changes in Bishui Pass, with Chen Shouren's ability, he could have dragged it to the rear to stabilize, and then started to clean up the Song army outside Bishui Pass.

But Chen Shouren didn't do it.

Although Song Zhiwen had uneasy doubts in his heart, Chen Shouren asked him to meet on the water, which was really a great temptation.

As long as he can be solved on top of the water, Song Zhiwen can break through the water pass in one fell swoop, drive straight in, and go straight to Zheng Du!

At dawn, the messenger went out of the Song army's gate and went straight to Bishui Pass.

It's just that unlike when he came, what the messenger brought with him this time was a reply written by Song Zhiwen himself.

The messenger galloped all the way, and in the distance three miles of the Song army's camp, he suddenly glanced back at the Song army's gate, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

The appointed time is just three days later.

......

At the same time, thousands of miles away in the Great Zhou, Yunhai Xianmen.

The purple bamboo forest makes a rustling sound in the morning breeze, which is pleasant. Bai Ze was dressed in white, with a wide-sleeved robe on the outside, and as soon as he left the room and stretched his waist, he saw Lin Xiao walking out.

"Second Senior Brother, are you going out?" Bai Ze asked curiously.

When Lin Xiao heard this, he glanced back at the young man standing outside the door of the house, and said with a smile: "Go out." Do you want to be together?"

"What are you going to do?" Bai Ze came to his senses, saw Lin Xiao holding a very ordinary iron cutting sword in his hand, "Huh", and asked, "Second Senior Brother, why is that sword in your hand a little familiar?"

"This?" Lin Xiao raised the iron sword in his hand and said softly, "This is the rough embryo you made when you learned to forge swords with your master a few days ago. Later, Master processed it again, and I looked pretty good, so I took it and used it. ”

"Huh?" Bai Ze was stunned.

After the second senior brother's life sword was broken, had it become so casual? The half-finished products that he and his master had cast casually could also feel quite good?

"Little junior brother, do you want to go?" Lin Xiao asked again.

"Where is the second senior brother going?" Bai Ze asked attentively.

"To meet a friend?" Lin Xiao said with a smile.

"Do I know each other too?" Bai Ze asked.

"Probably, I don't know. Lin Xiao said again.

"Then I'm not going. Bai Ze smiled, "Second Senior Brother, go by yourself, I'll wait for you to come back." ”

"It's fine. Lin Xiao explained, "Your sixth senior sister is a person who can toss, and your third senior sister is often not on the mountain." Little junior brother, if you can't hold her, go to your fourth senior brother. ”

"Is it going to take a long time for the friend that the second senior brother is going to meet?" Bai Ze asked him.

"Come back soon, rest assured. After Lin Xiao finished speaking, he didn't say more, holding a sword in one hand, and a green shirt gradually disappeared in the depths of the purple bamboo forest in the morning scenery.

On the third day of Lin Xiao's departure, Zheng Guo was thousands of miles away.

The meeting of the water is just around the corner.

On this day, the sky is clear and the wind is smooth.

Confucian sword Song Zhiwen was dressed in Confucian clothes, with a layer of soft armor in his underwear, and his hair was tied with a sword.

The old general Lu Yunshan went into battle, carrying a red tasseled spear, and led 800 elite cavalry to follow behind Song Zhiwen and go to the meeting of Bishui.

In the camp of the Song army, from the moment Song Zhi asked out of the gate, the deputy general Yang Cheng has been standing on the lookout platform, paying close attention to the situation in the Bishui Pass.

Yang Cheng's cultivation is not as good as Song Zhiwen, and he can't be like Song Zhiwen, who can talk to Chen Shouren, the little gentleman in Bishui Pass, from thirty miles away, and can see every move in Bishui Pass.

But just looking at it, Yang Cheng can still do it.

Chen Shouren's proposal for a meeting of the water is very tricky.

The distance between Bishui Pass and the Song army camp and Bishui is about fifteen miles on the left and right. Therefore, as long as he stares at the situation in Bishui Pass, he is not afraid that Chen Shouren will suddenly turn against the water and send troops to Bishui.

Because as long as Chen Shouren sent troops, Yang Cheng gave an order, the Song army would also pour out and arrive at the bank of the Bishui River at the same time as the army of Bishui Pass.

And if Chen Shouren sent troops to Bishui, Yang Cheng felt better.

After all, a plain field battle, even across a river, is far simpler than a siege battle. And among the seven great countries in the north, who doesn't know that the Song State is the first in the water war?

There is a cloud in the art of war, "Attack the enemy in the middle of the crossing, and go to war".

It means that when the enemy army crosses the river halfway through, it is a clever way to attack.

But Yang Cheng was confident that as long as Chen Shouren sent troops, he would be able to cross the river before the army at Bishui Pass was completed.

At the same time that Song Zhiwen rode out of the gate, thirty miles away, the gate of Bishui Pass suddenly opened, and he rode out, and there were also 800 elite cavalry behind him.

It was Chen Shouren.

Chen Shouren was dressed in a purple battle armor, wearing a famous sword in the sky, and his battle robe flew up and down in the morning breeze, and he was a peerless general.

Fifteen miles away, the water is rushing and flowing, hiding a murderous intention.