"Lord Li, the current situation is as dangerous as eggs, the Mongols broke Shangjin in two days, and the defender of the city is still the most powerful general under my command, Chen Xun, this news spreads, where is there still a heart in Junzhou?" Fan Yongji slapped the table and yelled, and the spit star almost splashed on Li Bozeng's face: "I'm afraid that the remaining cities will open the door and surrender before the Mongols kill them!" ”

Li Bozeng was not annoyed, wiped his face, and smiled kindly: "Lord Fan is angry, it's useless to be anxious, we have done what should be done, and the current plan has to be discussed and discussed, how to retreat from the enemy." ”

He is a slow man, and he is not flustered when the knife is handed in front of him, but Fan Yongji, who burns his eyebrows, is so anxious that he jumps to his feet.

"What else is there to discuss? I have tens of thousands of people under my command, and the Jinghu system envoy is clear, and the land of Henan is so big, it is impossible for me to resist the joint attack of Liu Heima, Shi Tianze and Za Shu'er! ”

Li Bozeng said: "We also sent troops over, as well as Zhizhou in various places, all of which are supporting you." ”

Fan Yongji laughed angrily, pointed his finger at the door and said sarcastically: "Yes, someone was sent, but Master Li, Shangjin City was broken, and it was my people who fought to the end and died in the end. In vain, the hearts and ears of the army! ”

"The gains and losses of one city and one place, one person's discipline, can't reflect the overall situation, Lord Fan said this, and beat us all over with one rod." Li Bozeng looked at him calmly, pressing his knees with his hands calmly.

Fan Yongji raised his hand and said with a cold face: "Okay, I'm wrong, Lord Li is naturally not a shameless person like Huang Pingxun, but it turns out that the trapped city can't stop the Mongolian soldiers, you just heard what the defeated soldiers said, their Lu bus is extremely tall, higher than the city wall, how can this be guarded?" The only way to do this is to change your strategy and find another way! ”

"What does Master Fan mean?" Li Bozeng began to drink tea.

"Choose a battlefield and fight with them!" Fan Yongji gritted his teeth and was angry: "Divide the troops to defend the city, you will only be eaten by Kublai Khan one by one, and the high walls and deep ditches can't stop the Mongols, so you will fight with them in the field!" ”

"Lord Fan is so strong." Li Bozeng nodded approvingly: "But how to fight?" By what to fight? Are your soldiers that strong? The northern captives are unparalleled in cavalry and shooting, and the Han soldiers in the south of the desert are also fierce and strong, so are they really sure of the field battle? ”

"Of course I can't rely on my family." Fan replied with a snort: "Jinghu has more than 100,000 soldiers, but it has the strength to fight. ”

Li Bozeng smashed his mouth, didn't say good, didn't say bad, just lowered his eyes and looked at the green bricks on the ground: "This matter is not small, Master Jia has to come up with ideas." ”

Fan Yongji frowned and knocked on the table: "Lord Jia hasn't shown up for several days, where is he?" I'm going to find him! ”

"Master Fan, you should be busy at the moment." Li Bozeng laughed and spread his hands: "He is not in Jinghu at the moment. ”

"So where did he go? It's all burning in the ass, how can he leave if he doesn't sit down?! "Fan Yongji went berserk.

"I heard that I went to Kyoto." Li Bozeng spread his hands helplessly again, and opened his hands wider than the table: "This big basket, he doesn't go to Beijing to say, how can he get off the stage?" ”

"So what should I do?" Fan Yongji looked at Li Bozeng: "Master Li gives a word." ”

"And rest assured, Master Fan, Jinghu is impregnable, the Mongols can't beat it, it's not like it hasn't been fought in the past few years, when did you fight it?" Li Bozeng said quietly, not impatient: "As for you, Henan can't hold it, so you can retreat." Send relatives and family members over first to avoid worries. ”

Retreat to Jinghu?

You're kidding! Henan is my roots, how can I lose it!

Fan Yongji probably saw that Li Bozeng was tepid, like a mud bodhisattva, in fact, because he was a deputy envoy, many things could not be done, and he couldn't make a decision, and he couldn't overturn the strategy that Jia Rudao had set before, so he could only come up with ideas and keep Xiangfan well.

As for Henan, it was originally an enclave, and it would not be a pity to lose it.

But Henan Yu Da Song is effortless, and it is not a pity to lose, Yu Fan Yongji, but it is the root of life.

Without land and moving to Jinghu, it is equivalent to a refugee, Fan Yongji can fully imagine how miserable his life will be in the future, the phoenix that falls into the grass is not as good as a chicken, I am afraid that Fan Yongji will not even be as good as a chicken in the future.

He became sad and indignant, and with an extremely ugly expression, he gritted his teeth and said: "Lord Li, the imperial court is like this to me, but it is a precedent, I am sincere in my refuge in the imperial court, and I do not hesitate to tear my face with the Mongols, but in exchange for such an ending in times of crisis, in the eyes of other Han people in the north, isn't it chilling?" What is the credibility of the Great Song Dynasty in the future? Where is the prestige? Who would dare to abandon the dark and turn against the light? ”

Li Bozeng understands people and understands the truth, and after listening to Fan Yongji's indignant words, he could only sigh and said faintly: "Lord Fan, you have to understand the hardships of the imperial court and the hardships of Lord Jia, everything we can help you has already done." There is no danger to rely on in Henan, and you have to pour the troops of Jinghu to the north and fight a decisive battle with the northern captives in Henan, which is too risky. Even if he was as brave as Meng Heng and Lord Meng, he didn't dare to think like this, the reason is nothing more than that once he loses and the elite is lost, Jinghu will be in danger, have you forgotten the lessons of Quan Zicai and Zhao Kui? The Jinghu Lake is connected to the Sichuan Gorge on the upper part and the Jiangnan River on the lower part, which is the hub of the world. Once there is a mistake, at that time, it will not only be a problem in Henan, but related to the safety of the Great Song Dynasty and the world. ”

He exhaled and looked at Fan Yongji deeply: "So, don't say that Master Jia is not here, even if he is here, he will not dare to promise you." ”

"Henan is in a predicament, only you can figure out a way by yourself, if you can't do it, just come over."

Fan Yongji looked at him in a daze, his eyes were complicated and full of flavors.

These words are heart-wrenching. One party has set up a deputy envoy, and if he can say this, it can be regarded as a heart-to-heart confession.

Grief, grievance, regret, sadness, gains and losses, all staggered and galloping in Fan Yongji's heart.

What else could he say?

The whole room was quiet, and the two of them just stood and sat down, staring at each other, like two silent Buddhas.

A long sigh, coming from someone's mouth, echoed across the empty beams.

……

Outside the city of Hanzhong, Shimen Fan School Field.

A team of barbarians is drilling, the pacesetters on horseback gallop back and forth, dancing high with the flags of various colors in their hands, the soldiers who are lined up look at the flags, and in the roar of their respective captains, they keep changing formations, and the team of thousands of people is free to advance and retreat under the command of the banners, and the circle is changing rapidly.

The eldest grandson Hong and several generals stood on the high platform on the side of the school field, watching the formation drill while listening to Li Tingzhi read the military report.

Li Tingzhi's voice was low and sonorous, although the shouts on the school field were shocking, everyone could hear them clearly.

"Fan Yongji is finished." Eldest Sun Hong squinted, stared at the dusty drill below, shook his head and said: "Henan can't hold it, Jia Rudao can't afford to take this risk, although he is so happy, but he can still recognize the strength and weakness of the enemy and me, he will not send his family to Henan." ”

"Even if he did, the Privy Council wouldn't agree." Li Tingzhi carefully folded the military report, put it in his arms, and echoed: "The imperial court has sent an envoy to negotiate peace, and he will probably explain this matter to Kublai Khan and put the pot on Fan Yongji's head." ”

"It's a pity that Fan Yongji, the grass on the wall looked at each other, and finally ended up like this." Changsun Hong agreed: "His head will become a prop for the court to throw the pot and send it to Kublai Khan." ”

"In the future, the Han people in the north will not have a second Fan Yongji, they will be sad to the death of the rabbit and the fox, learn the lesson of Fan Yongji, and follow the Mongols to the end."

"Da Song, this is pushing his own people into the arms of his opponent."

(End of chapter)