The long winter winds swept through the land with ice particles, and the once green meadows of the land known as Hanze Jade had long since withered, as if a dark yellow cloth had been covering the entire land. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe winter wind whistled by, the withered grass whirled, like the whistling of the grassland wind girl, and after the strong wind, it was often dense ice and snow, pouring from the sky, dancing with the biting wind, blowing Hu Xuan into the gaps between the herdsmen's sheepskin tents.

It was another such weather, from a distance, the tents of the Tule army camp were like neatly arranged steamed buns, spread out in the open space in front of Rongyue Pass for more than ten miles, and the cold wind seemed to make the knife scrape the flesh and blood of every living being, tirelessly tearing the skin of the war horses, falcons, and generals of the Tule Army.

The horses snorted and took two steps, snuggling up to each other, and the falcons hid their heads in their thick feathers and snoozed. However, the soldiers laughed loudly at each other under the bonfire, and from time to time pointed in the direction of the Rongyue City Tower to say something, and under the big wild smile was the longing of a city of gold, silver, treasure, grain, and women.

In the center of the dotted tent area was the largest, majestic and transcendent tent, with a string of yak horns hanging on each side of the curtain, a long braid woven of five-colored thick ropes hanging to the ground, and four strong soldiers guarding the door.

Suddenly there was a neighing of a war horse, and from far and near galloped a horseback general, whose thick beard was covered with snow particles, entered the courtyard where the big tent was, dismounted and walked quickly to the big tent, and the soldiers at the door went in to report it, and let the man in when he came out.

When the people entered the tent, they felt a warmth in their faces, and there was a big fire in the open space in front of them, and the sparks crackled, and there were several braziers around them, and the whole room was warm, and their faces were roasted by the fire at first glance, and became hot. He raised his gaze to the figure sitting cross-legged on the bison skin felt in the deepest part of the tent, and with a cautious admiration, he bowed his head with a slight glance.

The figure on the felt was lowering his head, leaning over to gesture something on the sand table in front of him, and he didn't look up when he heard the sound coming in. During the whole time when he was about to drink three bowls of horse **** wine, he waved some small flags around like this, as if he had some idea, and then stopped and looked at the comer.

"Brother-in-law of Rouen, what did you come here to tell me about such a big snowstorm?"

The general took a step forward, knelt down on one knee and pressed his right hand on his left chest, made a big salute to the person on the felt, and looked up with a sad face in front of him, and said: "Uncle Zhenge, Rouen is here to convey the battle orders of the royal court to you. ”

Zhenge Taiba's eyes flashed slightly, he stared at his nephew kindly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you sit down and warm up first, and let your uncle take a look at you." ”

Deeply moved, Rouen stood up cautiously and sat on the felt with his side facing Zhenge.

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In Rongyue City, not far away, there was also a serious conversation about the same battle.

Zhou Zicheng was shocked, Feng Songming had never spoken to him with such a stern attitude.

Since following Zhou Zicheng to Rongyue to take office, this Feng Songming has always lived in his small courtyard most of the time, and basically does not express any opinions on non-major issues.

Zhou Zicheng found that the favorite thing of this staff member surnamed Feng on weekdays is to taste wine, drink tea, read books, write poems, and make a painting in his small courtyard.

So far, only this time the army was dispatched, and the previous time the imperial court soldiers changed the guard and adjusted, Feng Songming made a special trip to find him and talked to him in detail, in fact, he did not understand the staff that his father had finally invited, but Zhou Zicheng has a characteristic, that is, he trusts his father very much, and his father has not fallen in the power competition or battlefield in the court for so many years, which is enough for him to affirm the correctness of his father's choice and his foresight in the current situation.

Therefore, Zhou Zicheng doesn't know enough about Feng Songming, but he is still respectful enough, even if he can't help himself, there is no trouble in supplying Mr. Feng. Unexpectedly, at this most critical decisive moment, Feng Songming took the initiative to find himself, and the split was this pillow-waiting remark.

But he still felt relieved, after all, his father's staff really didn't do nothing, but when. When all the generals were a little panicked by this surprise attack, he took the initiative to stand up and bear it with him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zicheng's eyes softened, and he sighed lightly: "What Mr. said, Zicheng doesn't know, Zicheng thinks that he is not a hero who has been famous for thousands of years, but he has never been a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, since His Majesty appointed me as the guard of Rongyue, I will guard this city wholeheartedly, obey Your Majesty's dispatch, guard the people on this side, guard the land of our Daning, and never let it be lost in my hands." ”

Zhou Zicheng's usually expressionless face gradually emerged with his own expression, and a firm expression gradually emerged, which was a kind of wild goose flying lonely thousands of miles towards the goal, and it was also like a ploughing ox using his life to reclaim his own land, although it was not brave and fierce, but it was full of firmness and perseverance.

Feng Songming stared at Zhou Zicheng for a long time, as if believing his words, and then said with relief: "Fortunately, the general has such a plan, otherwise I, Feng Songming, will be famous on the battlefield in my life, but in the end I will have to flee with the boss, and Xiao Ke's efforts in the past few years will be in vain!" ”

Zhou Zicheng, the Dong Weng, listened to this, and smiled at each other's staff, as if he had reached a consensus, and said that since the siege of the city, which haunted everyone's hearts the most, and no one could put forward it first, the two of them let down their guards and began to treat each other as real allies, jointly resisting those menacing marauders who were already stationed outside the city.

The two then returned to the main hall, where there were many ideas arguing, and the generals who held various attitudes but remained silent saw that Shangguan had left, so they did not restrain their mouths as before, and dared to say anything.

The young general who had spoken sarcastically at Yu Maolin earlier was speaking: "I advise everyone, don't do some unrealistic ideas anymore. If you want me to say, hurry up and close the city gates, recover all the troops, put them on the four passes of the city tower in the direction of Tur, step up the smelting of weapons and prepare fire, and prepare to save yourself! Counting on those soft-footed shrimp who are greedy for pleasure in the inland cities, it is better to rely on our own trustworthiness, as long as we do our best, even if we die here, this is happy, I would rather die under the knife of the Turks than die in the nest of my compatriots! ”