The night was getting deeper.

The sound of trumpets outside had gradually subsided, and even the ten recruits who had been punished for three laps had already dragged their tired bodies into the camp gate. The big tent of the Chinese army, which is located on the dirt slope behind the point general platform, overlooking the entire camp, is still lit.

Ye Yingwu stood in front of the map, constantly gesturing with his hands. Wen Tianxiang sat aside a little in high spirits, and said with a wry smile while sipping tea: "Yuanlie, the next time you do this kind of training in the middle of the night, can you avoid it?" ”

Looking back at Wen Tianxiang, Ye Yingwu suddenly realized that this usually elegant scribe was so thin, and invisibly revealed an unyielding arrogance. It is this thin-looking scribe who supports the Great Song Dynasty and is also the last backbone of China, and Yiyun's "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang" is the strongest note of the times, even if it is savored eight hundred years later, it will make people feel a lot of emotion.

There seemed to be some moisture in his eyes, Ye Yingwu hurriedly pretended to be blinded by the sand, and said with a reluctant smile while blocking it with his sleeve: "Senior brother, your body can't be compared with those big bosses, this time it's the junior brother who is wrong, and he shouldn't have pulled you up and tossed in the middle of the night." ”

Wen Tianxiang was strange at this moment, but he only glanced at Ye Yingwu in surprise, and vaguely understood something in his heart, but he was not sure, so he simply stopped thinking about him, and asked about the upcoming battle instead: "Yuan Lie, how sure are you that you will lure Haikou to Cixi County and annihilate them all in one fell swoop." ”

Ye Yingwu glanced up at the map on the wall, and after a moment of silence, he said softly: "In all fairness, if you do your best, it will only be sixty percent. After all, I only watched a battle at the flat rocky beachhead, and I didn't really put on armor to fight, plus my hands were full of these recruits who had just put down their hoes, and I didn't know what I could do, so I could only say that I did my best. ”

"I originally thought that what you said in the council hall yesterday that the big husband doesn't eat five tripods and cook five tripods is just a joke, but now that you think about it, ・・・・・・" Wen Tianxiang clenched his fists, "Well, with you as a companion, I am not alone." ”

This time, it was Ye Yingwu's difference, but he was relieved when he thought about it. This buddy was able to escape victoriously under the siege of the Mongolian army, and then successfully pulled up the banner to make it prosperous, without some courage and determination to see death as home, it is impossible, not to mention that now Wen Tianxiang is just thirty, his blood is still alive, his ambition is still there, his husband is vertical and horizontal, and the pursuit of nature is to leave a name in history, and Wen Tianxiang's heart to serve the country is naturally more ardent at this time.

It's just that what Wen Tianxiang doesn't know is that even if he fought bloodily this time, what he left in the history books is only a short eight words, and it is about Ye Mengding's contributions. If Ye Yingwu dies here, maybe there will be a few more words, but it's just a few words.

Originally, when he looked through the history books, he had never felt the heaviness behind those words, but now that he was there, thinking that the subordinates who were still alive just now didn't even have the slightest way to be remembered by future generations after burying their bones, Ye Yingwu felt bitter in his mouth.

For the first time, he was a child of a rich family in both his previous and future lives, and he felt the insignificance of life in front of the huge wheel of history, and also felt the sword and blood shadow between the few short sentences in the book.

What is hidden between the lines of the history book is countless blood and tears.

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Cixi in the daytime, billowing smoke and dust shrouded the sky over this small county town. Zhao Dutou led the only dozens of cavalry in Qingyuan Mansion to gallop back and forth in the city, expelling those Li Shu people who were unwilling to leave home.

Ye Mengding stood at the head of the city, his brows furrowed, looking at the few rich children below who kept crying with the gold and silver that they hurriedly packed up, their fists clenched to death, if this battle continues, if the entire Cixi County is burned, I am afraid that the name of his sinner will not be able to escape, but if he can use this to completely annihilate Zhang Mazi's Haikou, even if it is this crime, what does it matter?

Perhaps with the same mentality as him, several people were clustered behind Ye Mengding, and no one spoke. On the contrary, Ye Yingwu didn't care about taking a closer look along the city wall, and stopped from time to time to stand on a high place and look at the entire county.

The cries below grew louder and louder, and several gray-haired old men who had resettled sat in the dust with tears, and the suffering of being uprooted from their homes was not something they could easily accept. However, because of their age, Zhao Dutou and others were not very easy to forcibly expel them.

"Let's go down and have a look." Ye Yingwu greeted Wen Tianxiang and Yang Bao, and walked down the city wall quickly in front of his father. As if he understood that Ye Yingwu was planning not to let himself carry a heavier psychological burden, Ye Mengding stubbornly stopped his steps, turned his gaze into the distance, and made such a big move, Zhang Mazi, you can't help but come!

Ye Yingwu looked at the old man standing in front of him with snot and tears, and he couldn't help but feel a little sorry in his heart, but he knew that letting these old people stay was the real sin, so he couldn't help but persuade softly: "Old man, I am the youngest son of Ye Zhifu, Cixi County is open, there is no danger to defend around, plus our troops are thin, if Cixi is not abandoned, once Haikou chooses to break through in multiple directions, the entire Qingyuan Mansion will suffer a military disaster." You can rest assured, if there is any loss in your home, my Qingyuan Mansion Yamen will definitely compensate twice. ”

Staring at the young man with a dusty face in front of him with red and swollen eyes, the old man patted the land and cried loudly: "You all go, let's go!" Even if the Haikou comes, what can he do with the little old man, the little old man is just a little bit of flesh and skin, he can take it if he wants, this is the place where I was born and raised, the land left by the ancestors, how can I say that I can throw it away! God doesn't care about us, Ye Qingtian doesn't care about us anymore, just let the little old man fend for himself! ”

Ye Yingwu was silent, and looked around, many Cixi people surrounded him, and his face was already moved. Ye Yingwu was forced to be helpless, so he could only speak with difficulty: "Old man, Governor Ye will not abandon you, but this Cixi is located in a remote area, and our troops are weak, it is indeed difficult to take care of it・・・・・・ rather than give Haikou an opportunity, it is better for us to give up here first." Moreover, porridge sheds and camps have been set up outside the city of Yinxian County, so the villagers will not be hungry and frozen no matter what. ”

The old man grabbed the sleeve of Ye Yingwu's clothes, so frightened that Yang Bao and the others almost pulled out the knife. The old man cried sadly: "This Cixi is a place where little Lao'er can't leave no matter what, Ye Qingtian has his difficulties, we can understand, but Xiao Lao'er also has his difficulties, so many young and strong, so many women and children in the whole Cixi, is it possible to watch those Haikou enter the city?" We'll hold on to this land! ”

The faces of the surrounding young men turned red, and they all wanted to raise their arms and shout, but they were all stopped by the women and children behind them. Ye Yingwu saw this scene, and his heart was even more uncomfortable, he didn't know how long these young people who were stimulated by the blood of the moment could hold on in the face of the real bloody threat, at least a few hundred years later, when the iron hooves of the Japanese army stepped through the mountains and rivers, the Chinese people chose to be captured and slaughtered by others! What's more, behind these young and strong people, there are also wives and children who have to take care of, and the scene of every family is something that Ye Yingwu does not want to see in his life.

Already realizing that the situation would only worsen if this continued, Wen Tianxiang Huo Ran gave his hand: "Fellow villagers, it is indeed the unshirkable responsibility of the Qingyuan Mansion to defend Cixi, but now we have borne the responsibility of abandoning the land and city because of the scarcity of soldiers. I also hope that you will look at the face of Governor Ye and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. ”

Hearing the advice of this gentleman, who seemed to be polite, the people who dragged their families began to rush on the road again, and one team after another went to the direction of Yinxian. And Ye Yingwu looked at the unmoved old man helplessly, sighed, and while the old man was not paying attention, the hilt of the sword in his hand smashed on the old man's head, knocking the old man unconscious.

Although the relatives of the old man next to him were a little resentful, they knew that this was for their sake, so they didn't say anything, stepped forward and silently picked up the old man who had fainted, and blended into the long and depressed crowd.

Ye Yingwu was silent for a moment, and then sighed in a low voice: "Regardless of whether the war occupies morality or not, it is the ordinary people who will suffer in the end・・・・・・"

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An inn in the south of Cixi City.

The shopkeeper of the inn looked at the last table of guests gobbling up food and drink, and couldn't help sighing, the sun had reached noon, and the people of the entire Cixi County had basically retreated, and the shopkeeper had already instructed the guys in the store to take as much as they could take of valuable things, and the rest of the food and even some soft food could only be thrown in the inn at will.

The lean diners seemed to be a little surprised to look at the carriages and ox carts passing by outside the door, and one of the diners asked aloud: "Shopkeeper, we are people from outside to do business, why is this Cixi not so strange today than usual?" ”

The shopkeeper sighed helplessly: "You better finish eating early and leave early, Ye Qingtian said, because the Qingyuan Mansion has few soldiers, and those heavenly killers are attacking from the south, so all the guards and people in this Cixi County will be withdrawn to Yin County." ”

Several diners were shocked: "Dare to ask the shopkeeper, is this true?" ”

"What's wrong with this, if you haven't finished eating here, the little old man also fled with his guys early, isn't it that the gold and silver in the store are not complete, how much is it." The shopkeeper said with a wry smile, pointing to the two carriages that were already waiting outside the inn.

"Then thank you for the kind words of the shopkeeper, you have to run for your life quickly, and you don't need to find the money." The diners stood up one after another, threw their usual money on the table, and hurried out the door, as if they were really frightened by this shocking news.

When the diners were far away, the shopkeeper gently lifted the curtain in the back hall while caressing his heart and liver: "Ye Yanei, those people are gone." ”

Ye Yingwu walked out with a smile, and casually handed the shopkeeper a handful of broken silver: "You should also run for your life quickly, this place should not stay for a long time." ”

The shopkeeper didn't care about how much he weighed, anyway, it was already the grace of God that he had earned so much for his efforts, and then looked at the few guards who were also tigers and bears behind Ye Yingwu, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he beckoned the shop guy to jump on the carriage that was ready and walked away behind the scattered crowd.

Seeing the shopkeeper leave, Ye Yingwu stroked the dust on his sleeve: "Senior brother, do you think those people just now don't look like spies sent by Haikou?" ”

Wen Tianxiang replied with a wry smile: "It's not just like, no matter how you look at the words and deeds of those people, they won't be businessmen who come from other places to do business, it is estimated that it is okay to deceive the shopkeeper who has panicked, and if someone who understands it is over, you can basically see through it at a glance." Unexpectedly, with the poor background of Zhang Mazi and a fisherman, he would pay great attention to finding out the movements of his opponents, and it is estimated that these spies are indispensable in other counties. ”

"If it weren't for them, the certainty of burning Cixi would not be so great, fortunately, Yang Bao came here with a few people just now and accidentally found this group of people, and fortunately, God bless them are some three-legged cat kung fu spies, and they didn't startle the snake." Ye Yingwu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as these spies reported the news to Zhang Mazi, even if Zhang Mazi would not come to the nest, he would send many people to test it.

After all, the shopkeeper once said that there was a lot of gold and silver that was too soft to take away, and presumably those spies with sharp ears would not have gone unnoticed. Now the whole Cixi is more like a tempting piece of fat, quietly waiting for Zhang Mazi to take the bait.

Ye Yingwu walked out of the door of the inn and looked up, the sky was cloudless, but it was a sunny and good weather, and at this time, the sea in Fenghua in the south was stormy and the rain was pouring down, so for the pirates who were forced to go north by the strong wind, Cixi was more like a deadly bait that even if it was poison, it had to be swallowed in one gulp.

The streets were deserted, and it was estimated that all the people had been evacuated.

"Ready." Ye Yingwu gritted his teeth and gave an order.

The soldiers behind him had begun to place thatch and other flammable materials in all corners of the inn, and more or less sprinkled fire oil on them.