The Boeing 737/800 narrow-body twin-engine jetliner travels at a speed of Mach 0.7 between the blue sky and white clouds, Liu Yu sits by the window, quietly looking at the scenery outside the porthole, the land of Qianmo presents a light gray block, and the middle is separated by a long white ribbon, which is the Yangtze River, the country's largest freshwater river that crosses China.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the plane is about to land, please return to your seat and fasten your seatbelts, and please do not use the restroom until the lights are off." With the sweet voice of the flight attendant, only an hour later, the plane landed at Tianhe Airport in Jiangxia City, Liu Yu, who walked out of the airport passage, was stung by the dazzling sun, the temperature here is about the same as Jinling, their luck is good, from one stove to another.

Xiakou District of Jiangxia City, where the first shot of the "Xinhai Revolution" was fired, is the city of the first righteousness known throughout the country, and now it has become the political and cultural center of Hubei Province, where all the departments of the provincial party committee and the provincial government are located. Walking out of the airport waiting hall, Liu Yu and Su Wei got into a taxi to Xiakou District, the car was speeding on the highway, and modern high-rise buildings passed one after another.

Liu Yu's destination is the historical Ezhou City, according to the archaeological discoveries of later generations, it is located in the center of Xiakou District, Jiangxia City, and now it has become a famous scenic spot, after more than 700 years of Yange, can still be relatively accurate positioning, only those endless low mountains.

Su Wei on the side watched Liu Yu compare the two pieces of paper there, and kept muttering, the big one was the latest version of the Jiangxia City tourist topographic map she bought at the airport, and the smaller one seemed to be hand-drawn, and the strangest thing was that the style was very strange, it felt like a treasure map in ancient times.

"Eh, what do you think, so obsessed?" screamed and didn't respond, Liu Yu stabbed his assistant on the side funny, Su Wei woke up from YY with an "ah", and pretended to tidy up her hair embarrassedly, Liu Yu didn't ask much, took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to her.

"After getting off the bus in a while, you go and contact those people last time, I wrote the conditions on it, plan to do it in detail, and tell them that the pay will be the same. I may not come back for dinner after a while, you don't have to wait for me, in addition, help me book a train ticket from Jiangxia to Baling, the last one tonight. ”

Listening to Liu Yu's instructions, Su Wei took out the paper from his handbag and wrote it down, the paper Liu Yu gave him was similar to the last time, except that one was to defend the city, and this one was to siege the city. Her knowledge of history is very poor, and she doesn't know anything about these things that have never happened, but she just works for people and does what she has to do.

What Liu Yu admires most about her is this, she doesn't gossip when she encounters things, and she is very serious about things, so these seemingly absurd things never avoid her. After explaining the matter, Liu Yu folded the two maps in his hand and put them away, and he had determined the approximate location of the crossing, but no one knew what would happen when the time came.

The taxi stopped at the door of a "Home Inn Hotel" in Xiakou District, the room was booked before coming, as a long-term customer of the group, Liu Yu also enjoyed a 10% discount price. After hurriedly taking a shower and changing clothes, Liu Yu left Su Wei alone and went out with a travel bag.

"Go to Turtle Mountain." Getting into a taxi again, Liu Yu told the driver the location and turned his eyes out the window, this is the most prosperous area in Jiangxia City, and there is no trace of history at all, where is the Great Song Dynasty? Is it buried deep in the ground of the asphalt road, or is it just an imagination in your own head? For a while, Liu Yu was a little stunned.

Those treasure map-like hand-drawn drawings are based on Cheng Pengfei's account, as the main defender of Ezhou City, he still remembers every grass and tree there, plus the addition of Jin Ming and his cadres who once guarded Jinghu, it is already the most accurate topographic map that Liu Yu can find in ancient times.

After more than 700 years, even the Yangtze River may have been rerouted, and there are only a handful of Song Dynasty buildings left over from the entire Chinese country, and every new crossing of Liu Yu is like a gamble. In order to make the winning chance bigger, he had to carefully verify and try to find reliable historical relics, so Liu Yu often laughed at himself, he was using life archaeology.

Crossing the Jiangxia Yangtze River Bridge, which was recited by the great man as "a bridge flying over the north and south moats", the Turtle Mountain located in the center of the river is in sight, and the TV tower erected on it is more conspicuous than the mountain itself. On the opposite side of him is the famous Snake Mountain, which was originally in his consideration, but because it is located in the city, it is more risky to be discovered.

After getting off the car, Liu Yu climbed the steps along the mountain road, due to the hot weather, there are not many tourists on the road, here is the eastern foot of Guishan Mountain, the whole mountain is only 100 meters high, so it didn't take long to walk, an ancient tomb appeared in front of Liu Yu's eyes, there are few people here, there is only a tall stone tablet and a Huabiao in front of the tomb, the stone tablet reads "Wu Hanchang Taishou Lu Su Tomb".

The reason why he chose this place is because from the mouth of Cheng Pengfei and others, Liu Yu has confirmed that this tomb has been stored in the Song Dynasty, he took out the hand-drawn drawing, confirmed the location again, took out the clothes in the travel bag, and found a remote corner to wear it.

If you want to ensure the suddenness of the plan, you have to hurry up, and the specific situation can only use modern convenient transportation, and he will personally investigate. In addition to Ezhou, there were also Yuezhou and Jiangling Mansion upstream to go in one day, so he had to bring Su Wei to help him do some chores.

It was described by Fan Wenzhenggong as "a distant mountain, swallowing the Yangtze River, a vast soup, boundless, sunrise and sunset, and thousands of weather." The Dongting Lake lies in front of Yuezhou City, different from the area of the later generations due to human factors gradually shrinking, and now it is its heyday, known as the "Eight Hundred Miles of Dongting". From the head of Yuezhou City, it is boundless, directly cloudy, and you can see the vastness of its lake surface and the majesty of its momentum.

At this moment, the middle-aged man standing at the head of the city did not appreciate this beautiful scenery, he held a piece of paper in his hand and frowned, the words on it did not know who wrote it, it was as neat as if it was carved out of a mold, and the color image on the side was even more incredible, unseen.

And this paper, the man subconsciously played it with his hand, although he is not good at writing, but this kind of paper, the surface is as white as snow, and there are no burrs around, but I am afraid that the high-grade Hunan bamboo paper in the house is not comparable? Who did it, and why, it was still stamped with the big seal of the Jianghuai envoy, the two Huai envoys, and the military of the Governor's Mansion?

Compared with these details, the above content is even more surprising, the Tartar Marshal Boyan who went down the river did not fight under the city of Jiankang, the 200,000 army was defeated, the casualties were not counted, and more than 50,000 enemies were captured. If this is true, how dare he believe it?

"Nothing unusual in the city? Can't find someone to trust in? "The man's heart is in turmoil, this is a great victory since the southern crossing, if the results of the battle are true, only Meng Hui and the Mongols can compare with the joint battle to destroy Jin, and more importantly, it is stated on paper that the Ali Hague Department going south will not exceed 40,000 people, and how long have they stayed.

"Yu Taishou, this letter is placed directly on the steps of the palace, it is already night, the city gate has long been closed, if you want to track down, your subordinates can send people to the city, and he can't escape." The officer who was asked by the man replied with a fist, but the man waved his hand, this can't be the work of a Tartar spy, if it is his own person, there must be a reason not to show up, if it is exposed, it will not be beautiful.

He rushed back to the city from the camp of the Junshan Water Army, because the matter was too strange, and he had to deal with it personally, and by now, he has a little bit of faith, this kind of lie is easy to debunk, not to mention that the color picture on it is vivid, which is the head of several people and the pattern of a large flag, and the name is clearly marked below.

"The herald ordered someone to report this matter to Jiangling Mansion urgently, and set off now, and so-and-so will sit in the city here to see what happens next. You personally went to the camp of Junshan, and told that there was strict vigilance, and you were not allowed to engage the Tartars without a warrant. ”

After the officer was given the order to leave, the man withdrew his gaze from the paper and looked at the dark lake in the distance, his eyes empty, and his thoughts drifted away. The big flag behind him was blown by the lake wind and danced violently, and a big "high" character loomed on it, and the white banner next to it was written from top to bottom with the words "Jinghu North Road Pacification Deputy Envoy".

And what he didn't know was that almost at the same time, hundreds of miles away, in the main hall of the backyard of the Fusi Yamen on Jinghu North Road in Jiangling Prefecture, two people were also looking at the same piece of paper.

"This matter is quite strange, Shuai, what do you think?" The white-haired veteran Gundam raised his head and asked in the face of Zhu Xisun's gaze.

In the prison of the manufacturing department in the south of Jiankang City, Cheng Pengfei stood in front of the bed and looked at the night sky behind the iron window on the wall, the moonlight shone on him like mercury, a proposed letter rested on the table, and the candlestick on the side had already burned out, just like his mood at this time, desperately came to the end.

Yes, desperate, he was originally told that Lao Shuai wanted to see him, but Cheng Pengfei thought that the plan was clear, and he was forgiven. Who knows, after a conversation, it seems that a basin of ice water has been poured on his head, completely extinguishing the fire in his heart, and the old man who seems to be in good health can't survive for three days?

And that plan will naturally not be implemented again, although the old man comforted him that as long as he was in charge anyway, his life and official position could be guaranteed, but what was the use? If it was just to save his life, he would have surrendered a long time ago, his parents, wife and children are in Ezhou, if he doesn't take it back, he will surrender himself, the Yuan people are not the Great Song Dynasty, they will start immediately, if the family is gone, what are you doing if you are still alive?

He wanted to laugh a long time, this thief was naïve and joking, a while ago it made his blood boil and thought he could wash away his shame, and the next moment it made him feel like he was dead and had no will to live, the old man couldn't save him, no one could save him, he had to reduce the yuan for his family and his brothers, and now.

That's it, Cheng Pengfei sighed secretly, the prisoners on the left and right and opposite sides had already fallen asleep, and the prison guards had stopped patrolling the night, he slowly untied the ties on his trousers, passed through the iron fence of the window, and tied the two ends clumsily in a dead knot, it is really ironic, he did not die for the Great Song Dynasty at the beginning, but now he has to be buried for the Yuan people, how will future generations view themselves? Cheng Pengfei laughed at himself and put the strap on his head. R1058