In the next few days, a delicate peace was suddenly reached between the besieging Tartars and the Song army defending the city, and an endless stream of envoys came and went outside the city, bargaining with various instructions.

These envoys were not only tasked with redeeming the bodies of the war dead, but also observing the shape of the city. The defenders' countermeasure was to only open the east gate for people to enter and exit, and the defender Jiang Cai also ordered his subordinates to closely monitor everyone who entered the city, and only allowed them to see a limited range.

Lu Wenhuan outside the east gate was not as energetic as a few days ago, and in the battle that day, he pressed his old book, and only won a faint smile of appreciation from Boyan. But whether the soldiers trapped in the city wanted to redeem it or not gave him a headache.

He didn't feel sorry for that money, but if only a few officers were redeemed, what would ordinary soldiers think, and in the end a good thing would become a bad thing. As a result, although his camp was closest to the East Gate, he was the only one who did not send an emissary.

The headache is not only this matter, the heavy casualties have hit the morale of the troops, Fan Wenhu, who has the most casualties, drinks in his tent all day to kill his sorrows, and Chen Yilu Shikui also has a gloomy face, as if he wants them to take people to death, but who sees their own losses is not smaller than any of them.

Immediately afterwards, the weather also began to join in the excitement, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River was sometimes big and sometimes small, and the big camp outside the city was full of puddles, and stepped on it with one foot high and one foot low. Now even the robes and spare clothes and trousers have become supplies to be urgently transported, and these things take up most of the water transport, postponing the next siege until I don't know what day.

Lu Wenhuan stood in his big tent and looked at the drizzle outside the camp, the weather was so overcast that he couldn't see the city in the distance, the days passed suddenly, the night slowly darkened, outside the big tent, some pro-army people were digging drainage ditches, if the stagnant water in the camp could not be drained out, it would not only affect the march, but also bring mosquito breeding, and then the epidemic would be full of diseases, it would be really troublesome.

"Go back to memorization." Lu Wenhuan sighed lightly, recalling how energetic he was when the army went south at the beginning of the year, and only fought a small battle in the territory of Jinghu North Road. Then it was his own performance time, all the way down the river, but a letter of paper, relatives and old departments responded one after another, and what the marshal said to himself at that time "the first merit of conquering the south", the words are still in my ears.

His thoughts drifted away with the drizzle, and suddenly the sound of falling rain in his ears became a little different, it turned out to be like a piano song, Lu Wenhuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, is this a demon so stunned that he has auditory hallucinations? But the voice became clearer and clearer, and he couldn't help but wonder.

The song was over quickly, and after a while, a woman's voice sounded, this time it won't be wrong, Lu Wenhuan's expression was like seeing a ghost. The sky was so dark that it was hard to see five fingers, and the whole camp was dark except for a few watchtowers lit with torches, and the rest of the place was pitch black.

"Participating in politics, it came from the other side of the city, and the sound was very loud, and the further you went, the louder it became." The soldier pointed forward as he spoke, and Lu Wenhuan nodded, he had already heard what the voice was saying, and it seemed that he was about to start a story.

"More than 300 years of Song history, in the middle of the north and south. The idle general commented on the affairs of the two emperors, and the loyalty and righteousness were sad and respectable. Loyalty, righteousness, frost and dew, treacherous autumn moon and crazy flies. Sudden glory and disgrace are always famous, how can Huang Liang not wake up! With the opening of "Xijiang Moon" finished, a man's loud storytelling voice sounded.

There is no fun in this military camp, there is no fan head, and under military discipline, it is not allowed to eat, drink and gamble, and when you are idle, you feel that you will fade out of the bird. Suddenly, there was such a voice, and all the sergeants in the large camp cheered up and began to stop and listen.

Standing in the tent door, Lu Wenhuan listened with great interest at first, but the more he listened to the next content, the more he didn't like it. This is the story of Grandpa Yue, when he was guarding Xiangyang, he also used it to boost the morale of the soldiers, but now

He suddenly lost the interest in listening, this was obviously a strategy in the city, but how did they do it, although this camp was not very far from the city, it was by no means a direct human voice. What now, do you give an order that the soldiers are not allowed to listen? Lu Wenhuan looked at Fan Wenhu, who was already drunk and shrunk under the table, sighed, picked up a glass of wine and drank it up.

In Jiankang City, close to Liu Yu's temporary mansion, not far behind the alley, there is a small house, the front yard is artificially divided into two halves from the middle, and each has a door to enter and exit. Zhang Qingyun walked to the gate of the courtyard with an umbrella, and a forbidden soldier guarding the gate recognized him and pointed to his right hand to signal him to go from here.

Zhang Qingyun put away his umbrella and raised his feet to enter the door, but he heard a coquettish laugh from the courtyard on the other side, followed by a chirping woman's voice, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. He rarely goes out so late, and today he was summoned temporarily, and the person who came only told him that he wanted to say a book, but it was not in the mansion where he usually was, but in this small courtyard that looked a little out of place.

What's even more strange is that as soon as he entered, he heard his own voice, yes, this is the voice he had when he first started to say "Jingzhong Yue Fei". Because I had just started in the industry, I was a little nervous, and I even made a few mistakes. Although he was full of questions, he didn't dare to ask anyone, presumably it was a strange thing, he had seen a lot when he was in the palace, and according to the instructions of the gatekeepers, he walked into a side room.

"Our great talent is here, but it's a pity that you are a few steps late, otherwise you can hear the sound of Gu everyone's piano." There were actually several of his classmates in this room, Zhang Qingyun smiled and said hello to the people he knew, put down the umbrella in his hand, and walked to the middle of them.

The sound of the piano is indeed rare to hear, but it is for others, for Zhang Qingyun, not to mention the sound of the piano, he has seen people a few times, and he has also saluted each other. Therefore, when he heard the words of pity from his classmates, he also made a gesture of regret to satisfy the show-off psychology of others.

""Loyal and righteous Yang Family General"?" Zhang Qingyun took the notebook handed over by a student, looked at the name on it, and was stunned for a moment, he thought it was looking for him to talk about "Jingzhong Yue Fei". But he was relieved to think that this would be playing his own voice, which was also a popular story, and he found a candlestick to look through it slowly, and was immediately attracted by the wonderful plot.

"Well, you know, I heard that we were talking about it to the Tartars outside the city." A student suddenly came to a sentence, and the whole room stopped and stared at him, and the man glanced around proudly, but he didn't say anything else, everyone waited for a while, and when they saw him like this, they all surrounded him and beat him up.

"Don't fight, okay, okay, I said, there are a lot of strands drawn out from here during the day, that is, the kind of government office, and the long ones are directly drawn out of the city, I followed Hu Jiyi at the east gate to deal with the Tartar messenger, and when I sent a messenger out of the city, I took a look and found that the sergeants had installed the microphone on the outer wall. I was still wondering at the time, but now it seems that it is for this moment. ”

Zhang Qingyun didn't surround him, he was looking at the script in his hand, thinking about what tone to say it, and when he heard this person's guess, he laughed secretly. The Tartars outside the city are mostly Han soldiers, with the same language and species as the Song people, and they were still people of the same country more than a hundred years ago, look at the content of this book, most of them are to hit their military morale.

"Then do you know who is in the other place in this courtyard?" Another student whispered mysteriously, everyone in the house knew that there were some women there, so they specially cut off this courtyard, listening to his tone, it seemed that they knew the origin of these people, for fear that he would sell the guanzi again, and they kept urging.

"Sue you, they are all red card people on the side of Rouge Lane, Gu everyone himself has just come, I saw her sedan chair with sharp eyes, and a personal maid, I have seen it in the mansion, in addition to her, there are several people with the same name as her, such as"

The names in the students' mouths are indeed red tricks on the same level as everyone Gu, whether it is their appearance or talent, they are all good at Chunlan and Qiuju. Everyone is a young student, full of poetry and books, and has no resistance to this kind of talented and beautiful woman's romance. For a while, there was a lot of smacking, and the room was full of whispers.

Zhang Qingyun put down the notebook in his hand, read it silently in his heart, how to start is already clear in his chest, listen to the discussion of everyone in the room, and wait quietly. The feeling of the rain beating on the screen window outside, and his voice followed the black line out of the city, becoming another weapon against the enemy, made him proud.

Not far from here, the hall of the Yamen of the Department of the Ministry is brightly lit, the huge butter candles are lit in the hall as bright as day, there are only five people in the room, including Wang Lixin, Liu Yu, Jin Ming, Jiang Cai, Liu Shiyong, etc., not even Wang Lin is inside, the outside of the hall is very tightly guarded, Wang Lixin's personal soldiers firmly guarded the surroundings, and all the people who came here were blocked outside.

"That's the general plan, you've heard it, if there's anything to add, don't say it right away, go back and think about it carefully, and then talk to someone in detail, in short, only the five of us know about this matter, and we must not leak the news, otherwise the military law will be engaged."

Liu Yu put down the metal whip, in front of him was the big sand table, Wang Lixin raised his head, and the other three all nodded at him sternly, each gave a salute, and then left.

"Ziqing, this matter is very important, you have to think clearly, don't be carried away by the results of the previous days." After Wang Lixin waited for a few people to leave, he turned his head to look at Liu Yu, who was full of confidence, and said with some worry.

"What the solicitation said is very true, it is precisely because of this that Liu Mou put it together for everyone to advise, many people to count the chief, and can always pick up the missing and make up for the shortcomings, and only when the time is ripe can he act."

This plan was made by Liu Yu in the future generations to find someone according to the current situation, and with the addition of these veterans in front of him, it may not be feasible. From the very beginning, he didn't think about defending to the end, so even if he held it, it would take a long time, after some actual combat, now the defenders in the city are at least no longer timid, and the Tartars outside the city are losing soldiers and losing generals, and morale is not high, and in ancient wars, morale is a decisive factor.