And the state, Taiyuan.

Bingzhou and Mobei are adjacent to each other, belonging to the land of northern Xinjiang, although spring is in March, but the ice and snow have not completely melted, on the eaves, on the ground, you can clearly see the accumulation of snowflakes, the cold awe-inspiring cover.

Assassin's House.

In the lobby, the stove is raging and steaming.

And the state stabbed Stin Yuan on his knees.

He was very tall, about in his early forties, dressed in a strong suit, with a jade crown and tied hair, and his beard under his chin was neatly repaired, and he looked like a literati and elegant man in his demeanor, but he could never get rid of the wild wolf fire in his bones.

As a military general, Ding Yuan's momentum is very fierce, and others are on the side, and they are all trembling and speechless.

"The wind is going to blow in this Luoyang City!"

Ding Yuan looked at the holy intent in his hand, and a touch of coldness crossed his expression.

"Envoy, what is this holy will?" Shi Shi, the head of the Assassin Mansion who was sitting on Ding Yuan's left, bowed and asked.

The long history is named Zhang Yang, the word is Uncle Zhizhi, about thirty-five or sixteen years old, stable and composed, quite knowledgeable, assisting Ding Yuan to govern and merge the state, and the affairs of government affairs have always been comprehensive, and he is the hand of the two great helpers of civil and military affairs under Ding Yuan.

"The Holy Will is going to be judged, and a certain family will be transferred directly back to the capital from the state and appointed as the imperial court to hold the position of Jinwu!"

Ding Yuan closed the holy decree and said calmly.

"Jijingo?"

When Zhang Yang heard this, his face was slightly happy, and he hurriedly said happily: "Congratulations, congratulations, my lord, I have to enter the Beijing Division, and I will go further!" ”

Ding Yuan is now an official and a state assassin, and he is a lieutenant of Wu Meng.

This official position is already very good in the eyes of ordinary people.

But in the eyes of the heavenly officials of the three princes and nine secretaries of the imperial court, it is insignificant, if it is just a state assassin history, it is nothing, and today's position of assassin history is actually a supervisor, and there is no power to unify the state, only the state pastor can manage the military and political power of a state.

If it weren't for the fact that Ding Yuan also had the position of a martial arts lieutenant, holding the elite soldiers and horses of the Bingzhou to resist the Xiongnu in the northwest, and among the Taishou of the counties of Bingzhou, I am afraid that many people would not take him seriously at all.

But it's a different story.

This is a hot Beijing official, with a rank of 2,000 stones, nominally able to command the elite northern army of Luoyang, and there is also a ruling Jin Wuti cavalry who manages the order of the capital, which is a position that can influence the situation in the imperial court.

"What a joy!"

Ding Yuan shook his head, sighed a little, and there was no joy on his face, but he said with some sorrow: "The general admonished the North Palace, imprisoned the Son of Heaven, helped the prince and ruled the court, and Yuan Pansan wrote a book to impeach the general for his arbitrary power, and the general was annoyed and angry, so he was dismissed from his position, and then he remembered a certain family!" ”

He is also a minister under the command of the general He Jin, and it stands to reason that he should fully support He Jin at this time.

But He Jin admonished the North Palace, and he had lost most of the people's hearts.

The Son of Heaven has a sentence that is right, the day He Jin waved his troops to the North Palace, no matter whether he succeeded or failed, it was a failure, and in this life, it was difficult for him to break free from the title of a powerful minister, and in the hearts of the generals who held the military power in the world, he had begun to be doubted.

The orthodoxy in this world is the Great Han.

As long as the Han court has not fallen for a day, any disobedience and offense will cause public indignation in the world.

Ding Yuan was already a little dissatisfied with He Jin.

He is also a minister, and he is irreversible.

If you dare to rebel against the king today, will you kill the king tomorrow?

After he sighed, he said in a deep voice: "Now the Huns are rampant, the land of Hetao is in full swing, and even Hedong is difficult to stabilize. ”

The Southern Xiongnu were originally relatively peaceful.

However, last year, the sudden coup d'état of the Southern Xiongnu royal court, Shan Yu Qiangqu was killed, and the entire Southern Xiongnu was divided into two, one was Shan Yu Bugu Duhou, and the other was loyal to Yu Fuluo, the son of Qiangqu.

At the beginning of this year, Yu Fuluo was defeated by the Marquis of Subu Gudu, and led his troops south, wanting to gain a foothold in Hedong, which was already a big disaster for the Han family.

If he could, he wanted to stay in Bingzhou and continue to fight with the Hun cavalry, at least to keep the state from chaos and not be oppressed by the barbarians, so as to do what a Hanchen did.

"Envoy, this is an order from the imperial court, you must obey!" Zhang Yang persuaded and hurriedly said.

"Someone naturally knows this in his heart!"

Ding Yuan nodded: "No matter who is in power, since this holy will has been issued, I am afraid that I have to follow it!" ”

Obeying the will of the Holy Mind is the basic of a courtier, otherwise what is the difference between him and He Jin.

So whatever he thinks.

Entering Beijing is already inevitable.

"What I'm worried about now is how to enter Beijing!" Ding Yuan stood up, walked to the window, pushed open the window, and let the cold howl in, he put his hands behind his back, his eyes were gloomy, looking at the sky outside the window, and said, "The army of the state, should you enter Beijing?" ”

"Could it be that the general wants to send the state army into Beijing?"

When Zhang Yang heard this, even his pupils began to change color: "What does he want to do?" ”

"All he wants to do is consolidate his power!" Ding Yuan saw it very clearly: "Although on the day of the war, he won His Majesty, but he can only rely on the northern army, the southern army itself is in the hands of the family gatekeeper, and there are still elite soldiers in the West Garden controlled by Yuan Shao Cao Cao, he has the right to balance, but he is worried about the lack of troops to deter, so he not only wants a certain family such as Beijing, but also wants this and the brave cavalry of the state to be sent into Beijing to strengthen the momentum!" ”

"But sending troops from foreign domains into Beijing is a rebellion, does he want to be Wang Mang?" Zhang Yang said in a low voice.

"The general He Jinwu has been friends for many years, and he has been in the door to help him in the clouds, and he still knows a little about it, and he has no objection!"

Ding Yuan shook his head: "He just pays too much attention to power, what he wants to do is Liang Ji!" ”

Liang Ji, a relative who controlled the entire Han court, although he was not an emperor, he went to change several emperors with his own hands, as long as he was disobedient, he could pull off the horse, and if he was obedient, he could sit on top of the Ninety-Five, manipulate the royal family, and control the court, but after all, he did not dare to take that step.

"What does the envoy mean?" Zhang Yang asked.

"This capital is going to enter!"

Ding Yuan thought about it for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "I received the holy will and entered Beijing, and the soldiers and horses under my command also had to move, but we and the state army should not enter Beijing in the name of justice, otherwise it will leave people with a handle, and now the party is too shou has been suspended for a month, Uncle Zhi, you personally go to lead the position of the party too shou, and I will hand over the elite Wu Meng battalion under my command to you, you put the Wu Meng camp in the Mengjin area, which can echo the capital!" ”

Ding Yuan had three battalions of soldiers and horses under his command.

The most elite is naturally the flying cavalry battalion personally commanded by the righteous son Lu Bu, the flying general Lu Bu, the name of the desert north, even the Huns are terrified when they hear it, and it is the biggest reliance on Ding Yuan's ability to gain a foothold in the state.

In addition, it is the second righteous son Zhang Liao personally led the Lance Battalion, when and the Xiongnu's Lance side of the battle, Zhang Liao with 800 soldiers, blocking the charge of the Huns' 6,000 cavalry, regarded as the most painful battle in Mobei, and then Ding Yuan let Zhang Liao personally establish the Shuofang Battalion, only a few thousand soldiers and horses, but it is also an elite infantry.

The third battalion is the Wumeng battalion led by himself, which is the strongest force under his command, with 30,000 soldiers, who fought in the thousands of miles of wasteland in Bingzhou, and no one in Bingzhou was killed.

"What about them?"

"Feng Xian is now supervising the battle of the West River, and is in the midst of a battle with the Hun iron cavalry of the Marquis of Xubu Bone, if he is sent south in a daze, I am afraid that the battle situation will change, and this merge state is the merger of the Han Dynasty after all, don't mess up, let him first!"

Ding Yuan spread out the map, thought about it, and said: "When I enter the capital first, I am looking at what the situation is, I hope that I will not use Fengxian's soldiers and horses to enter the capital, otherwise this court may really come to a precarious moment!" ”

"Envoy, the strength of a martial arts battalion is not enough to deal with the realm of the imperial court, and you still need to take precautions!" Zhang Yang said.

"Then let Wenyuan's Lance Fang Battalion go south and go straight to the east of the river!"

"Straight to the east of the river?"

Zhang Yang asked, "In what name?" ”

"Naturally, it can be pursued in Fuluo!"

"That's a good name!"

Zhang Yang's eyes lit up.

Ding Yuan looked at the sunset in the west, and suddenly felt worried: "I think of my 400-year-old Han family, brilliant and powerful, expelling barbarians, prosperous as the sun, but now it is like a sunset, a certain heart is painful!" ”