Since ancient times, many people have believed that as long as a person is humble in his attitude, well-reasoned, and loyal, the king will not disobey. The reason why the king did not listen was simply because the attitude of the counsellor was not humble enough, the reason was not sufficient, and the loyalty was not enough.

In the eyes of Happy, this is such a ridiculous and sad thing. It was not until after the 20 th century that the Chinese people pursued no longer servile and fearful admonitions to the leaders, but solemnly and solemnly stated their views and pointed out the mistakes of the leaders in righteous words.

Since I am here, I have to reshape history and stop the continuation of the tragedy, which is the mission of crossing in vain.

Happy thought in his heart.

"The speculation of the high thorn history is likely to really happen, so I wonder what you can do to resolve this crisis?" Zhao Yan pondered for a moment, and then asked in a deep voice.

At this time, he no longer regarded Happy as the son of an old man, but as an official who was an official in the same dynasty as him, although Happy was in vain.

Although I guessed from this, there was nothing I could do. The king has been in battle for a long time and has great intelligence, so he naturally has made decisions. Happy to say this, paused, he stood up, respectfully saluted Zhao Yanshen and said: "King, the country is now full of holes and precarious, you are the pillar of the country, I hope that for the sake of the ancestor Emperor Shenwu and the face of thousands of people in the country, for the sake of my Gao family, I will save the humerus of Lord Cui and other countries!" I am glad to ask for you! After saying that, Xing Xing bowed deeply again.

The first snow in Yecheng in 573 A.D. lasted for three days and three nights, and finally stopped in the early morning of October 20.

The whole city has become covered in silver, and the white snow covers the dirty corners of the city, but it cannot hide the darkness behind the glitz. The howling north wind wantonly swept the snowflakes on the ground into the air, and threw them down fiercely, bringing the cruelty and cold of the harsh winter to people's hearts.

Standing happily in front of the window, looking at the snow-capped courtyard, listening to the howling cold wind, I was stunned.

Behind him was a burning brazier, but its temperature could not catch up with the heat in his heart.

Shouyang City was broken, as in history, Chen General Wu Mingche led fertilizer water to irrigate the city, the city wall collapsed, and it was self-defeating.

But unlike history, Wang Lin and others were not captured by Wu Mingche, let alone killed Wu Mingche on the way to Jiankang.

On the contrary, after Wu Mingche captured Shouyang, he was attacked by 200,000 Qi troops, and was defeated for more than 100 miles for a while. Moreover, Wang Lin led 200,000 Qi troops to pursue the victory, and they would take back Hefei, which was occupied by Chen's army.

Although Wang Lin had the appointment and material help of the imperial court, recruited more than 30,000 brave men, and together with more than 10,000 soldiers in Yangzhou, a total of 50,000 people guarded Shouyang, due to lack of time and training, Wang Lin was not on good terms with Lu Qian, and the government decree was not passed, so he had no advantage over the 80,000 attacking Chen * army.

At the beginning of October, 20,000 soldiers fell to the head of the city, and the city wall of Shouyang was already dilapidated under the attack of Chen's army for nearly two months, and the blood of the soldiers stained the city wall reddish-brown. Due to the tension of the war, the corpses were inconvenient to bury, so they could only be burned on the spot, and a strong smell of barbecue was diffused in the sky over the entire Shouyang. This has caused both the rich and the ordinary people in Shouyang City to dare not eat meat for two months, and it has also made the butchers who have made a fortune suffer a lot of losses.

Under Wang Lin's continuous request for help, as in history, the Northern Qi Empire Xingtai Right Servant (the right executive director of the Central Special Task Force Political Axe), and Pi Jinghe, a native of Langya, led an army of 200,000 to the south for reinforcements. However, Pi Jinghe was afraid of Wei Pohu's new defeat and did not dare to move forward, so he stayed in Huaikou (that is, Yingkou, where Yingshui flows into the Huai River, in the west of Shou County, Anhui Province).

The land between the Jianghuai River and other magnates can be regarded as grass arrows, and it is not a pity to lose it, but north of the Huai River, it is the country laid down by the ancestors, and it is not allowed to be thrown away at will.

Under the constant urging of Gao Wei, Pi Jinghe finally led the army to cross the Yellow River, but he was still afraid of Chen's army, and set up camp thirty miles north of Shouyang, and stopped moving, not caring at all about the soldiers and civilians in Shouyang, and ignoring the requests for help from Wang Lin and Lu Qian.

Because of the arrival of happiness, history finally deviated from the original trajectory, and Wang Lin, who was destined to die, survived, but Pi Jinghe, who was cowering, went to confess in front of Gao Huan.

On the seventh day of October, the sun shone on the earth, and although it was not as warm as spring, it also dispelled a lot of the cold air of winter. This is undoubtedly a good time for Chen *jun, who is working hard to build a dam in Feishui.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, looking at the huge military map spread on the table, Wu Mingche, who was neatly dressed and armored, let out a long sigh. Under the light of the dancing candlelight, his face revealed deep exhaustion and vicissitudes.

"It's been five months!" Wu Mingche sighed and muttered, looking at the candle flames beside him, his eyes were a little confused.

Five months have passed since the Northern Expedition began in April. Emperor Chen's ardent expectant gaze and earnest encouragement seem to be still vivid, and his ambition is full of ambition, vowing to set foot on the Qi country and regain the lost territory, but the 100,000 Chen* army spent five months and could not cross the Huai River one step.

Seeing that winter was coming and the strategic goal could not be realized, Wu Mingche's heart was full of unwillingness and resentment.

"Wang Lin, more than ten years ago, I was defeated by you, and this time I will be ashamed!" After a long time, Wu Mingche came back to his senses, and smashed his "bang" punch on the location of Shouyang on the map, and his eyes became firm again, shining with essence and murderous aura.

Just when Wu Mingche wanted to undress and rest, and get up early the next morning to inspect the progress of the embankment, a chaotic sound of gongs, drums and shouts suddenly sounded outside the tent.

Wu Mingche's hand moved, but he didn't have much panic in his heart. Although he now has only more than 50,000 men in his hands, these are all warriors who have survived the battlefield and have withstood the test of blood and fire, and they are well-trained. During the dozens of days of besieging Shouyang, the Qi * army attacked the camp many times, but they were all effectively disintegrated by the Chen * army.

"Wang Lin, how many days can grasshoppers jump after autumn? Unless Pi Jinghe leads an army to attack, but is that possible? Wu Mingche pulled a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, put his helmet on his head, grabbed the saber on the table, and strode out of the tent.

"General, the Qi army is attacking the camp!" As soon as Wu Mingchefu came out of the account, an adjutant general stepped forward to report with a nervous expression.

"How many enemy troops are there?" Wu Ming didn't look back, grabbed the reins of the horse handed by his own soldiers, turned over on the horse, and ran forward.

"I'm afraid there are 2,000 cavalry!"

"Cavalry?" Wu Mingche said suspiciously as he rode his horse. For some reason, Wu Mingche suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and a black torrent appeared in his mind.

"Kill!"

Before Wu Mingche came to the camp gate, he felt the ground tremble violently, and heard the earth-shattering shouts coming from afar, the murderous aura that rushed to the sky made the already cold night even colder, and the stars and moon in the sky seemed to tremble because of this murderous aura, wanting to hide behind the clouds.

The sound of "sighing" sounded in the air, and under the illumination of the torches around the camp tent, countless dense black lights like rain came straight towards Chen's army with a terrible sound of breaking the air.

Wu Mingche's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw that a hundred meters away, under the cover of the night, a black torrent was heading towards his big camp, carrying a monstrous momentum and a surging evil aura.