The messenger from Huangzhou did not wait for the boat to dock, and jumped onto the dock, and when this young man, who was only from the local army, did not bother to wipe the dust from his face and looked up, he was already stunned by the scene ahead.

The senior generals of the two Huaishui Divisions, large and small, had already flocked over, and the magnificence of the armor on the body of the first one was already beyond the scope that this little messenger could bear, even the biggest official he had ever seen, Su Liuyi, the commander of the Anji Army and the Horse Infantry Army, did not have such a powerful armor. What's more, this armor is draped on his body, and he doesn't see any sense of disobedience at all, but instead sets off the general's face more resolutely.

Surrounded by tall warships, as far as the eye can see. The sound of drums in my ears stirred people's hearts.

The messenger knelt down on one knee with a "poof", and shouted hoarsely: "Generals, the Tartars are coming, General Su and the whole army of Anji Army are surrounded, and life and death are uncertain, and I hope that the generals will quickly send troops to the north and cooperate with Ye Zhijun's Tianwu Army to resolve the crisis here, otherwise Qi and Huang Prefectures will be in danger!" ”

Although Zhang Shijie, Xia Song and the generals of the two Huaishui Divisions, large and small, had already been mentally prepared, hearing this was still like five thunderbolts, everyone subconsciously looked up in the northwest direction, although the layers of green mountains blocked the sight, but they seemed to be able to hear the cry of the soldiers after the blood between the mountains and ancient roads from the bottom of their hearts!

He was stunned for a long time, until the soldiers who came to help the messenger who had collapsed away. Xia Song said hurriedly: "General, without further ado, the last general implores to lead a fleet to the north as a vanguard!" ”

Zhang Shijie slapped Xia Song's helmet fiercely, and said coldly: "Go north? North fart! A certain is originally the horseback general, even if you go north to kill the enemy, you guys, big and small, are all good sons and daughters of Jiangnan water, and they have never fought on flat land. What's more, the two Huaishui divisions don't even have long weapons for land warfare, so why do they rely on to go north? Going north is not to send the head to others! Are you all pig brains, and your monthly salary is white-collar?! ”

As an out-and-out Confucian general, the soldiers rarely hear this Zhang Dutong scolding on weekdays, and now the scolding obviously shows that Zhang Shijie is also angry.

Thinking of this, Xia Song and the others woke up like a dream, as if they had never ridden a horse for a few days since they were a child, and they had never even touched the spear and iron spear used to deal with the cavalry. At that moment, several young generals who wanted to shout north blushed and quietly put down the feet that wanted to stretch out again.

"But, General, is it necessary for someone to sit back here and watch the Anji army fall into a siege and never recover? They are all good men, and they can't bear it! Xia Song glared fiercely at the young generals who quickly changed their hexagrams, and said loudly, "Even if you die, you have to die on the way to rescue. ”

Zhang Shijie glanced back at the camp tent, and the Fan Master must still be sitting high from inside, waiting for the messenger to go in and report him on the emergency military situation. Turning his head, Zhang Shijie said coldly: "Xia Song, quickly rectify the whole army, and within an hour, the front compartment and the left and right compartments of the sailor division will hang sails outside the water village." Another messenger sent ten ways to the south, be sure to contact the Tianwu Army Ye Envoy Jun, although the Tianwu Army is a group of new recruits who have just been formed, after all, it is still the elite of the Xiang Army in the state capitals of Jiangnan West Road, and it should always be able to fight. As soon as Ye Zhijun sent a letter of approval, the Chinese army and the front, left, and right compartments immediately followed me north, and the rear carriage units went south to receive the Tianwu army to cross the river. Do you understand?! ”

"Obey!" All the generals shouted at the same time.

"By the way, that heroic man on the river is called ······ It's called Zhang Gui, bring it over and I'll take a look. Zhang Shijie suddenly remembered something and hurriedly ordered.

At this moment, it may have been a long time to wait, and Lord Fan Wenhu, the deputy envoy of the Great Song Dynasty along the river, who had been ignored, walked out of the camp tent with a standard official step, shook his sleeves, and glanced at the empty boat in a daze, and then said angrily: "Commander Zhang, General Xia, this official has been waiting for the messenger for a long time, why hasn't anyone entered the account to report?!" ”

Maybe it's because Fan Wenhu is a Shangguan after all, and he always has some official authority, or maybe it's because the future "Fan Ranran" was really angry, and Zhang Shijie and others, who were shocked when they started the fire, had to retreat a little and bow respectfully.

After being quiet for a moment, Fan Wenhu also felt bored, snorted reluctantly, pretending not to see the vicious gaze that shot over him, but just swept around Zhang Shijie coldly, without saying a word, and finally suppressed Zhang Shijie once, if he spoke first, the accumulated power would also dissipate.

At this time, Zhang Shijie didn't have so much spare time to intrigue with this veteran officialdom old fritters, so he replied without humility or arrogance: "Lord Qiqi Fan, the messenger went to the side tent to rest because of his physical strength." The messenger came this time to convey an urgent report from the front. The Tartar army has gone south, the Anji army and General Su have no news, and the two prefectures of Qi and Huang are in danger. ”

"Subordinate? Do you still know that you are a subordinate? Such a big event, even without reporting to the official, he made his own opinion, could it be that these two Huaishui divisions have become your Zhang Shijie's private army? ! Fan Wenhu was furious, and he didn't care at all about the emergency military situation in front, and what attracted his attention even more was Zhang Shijie's private order in the back.

If he Fan Wenhu is not here, the military situation is like fire, and it is understandable for Zhang Shijie to order the sailor to be pulled, but he Fan Wenhu is next to him as his boss, Zhang Shijie and the two Huai Shui division generals did not consult the boss at all, so they privately ordered and received the order, which is simply a naked slap in the face!

The word "private army" is like a thunderbolt, slashing at the heart of every general. The reason why the regime of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms changed so quickly was because the feudal towns held the power to lead the army, so after the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, they did not hesitate to spend huge financial and material resources to transfer the elite of the whole country to enrich the forbidden army, in order to prevent the "private army" from sitting on the throne and "adding yellow robes" again.

You must know that King Yue Wumu died tragically in Fengbo Pavilion after all, and there is a big reason because the strongest army in the world, the Yue Family Army, has become Yue Fei's private soldier, obeying Yue Fei's orders instead of the Lin'an Imperial Court, which Song Gaozong absolutely did not allow.

With a private soldier, even if Yue Fei does have a passion and really wants to clean up the old mountains and rivers, he can't stay in the world anymore.

Hearing this, Zhang Shijie, Xia Song and the others turned pale, they were all people who had been in the army for a long time, where could they not understand the joints here?

What's more, who doesn't know, this Lord Fan commanding the war is indeed not a stream, but if it is said that engaging in infighting and slandering political opponents is absolutely first-class, as for creating all kinds of gossip and gossip, and being able to make these groundless flying short and long inexplicably reach the ears of the emperor in the deep palace, he is naturally familiar with the road, and it can be said that he has won the true biography of Jia Xianggong, even if the old foxes who have always been called upright and upright in the use of Jiang Wanli's gang are sent, maybe they are not opponents.

Just when the atmosphere reached its most awkward, a voice that should not have attracted attention seemed to come from not far away.

"Grass people Zhang Gui, I've seen all of you!"

Up to Zhang Shijie, the supreme commander of the two Huai Water Divisions, and down to those who wanted to have no ears, they all subconsciously breathed a long sigh of relief. Although it was morning, beads of sweat were already the size of beans on the foreheads of these generals.

Fan Wenhu was enjoying the atmosphere concocted by himself, and was inserted into such a sentence, which was quite unpleasant, and immediately squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the young man who was kneeling not far away who had no characteristics except for his appearance and was dressed in tatters, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, this kind of grass man who had no foundation at first glance was not an ant who knelt in the palm of his Fan Wenhu and begged for mercy, and shouted with a straight face at the moment:

"What a big guts, do you know that Shangguan is talking, do you have long eyes?! I don't know where the mongrel came from······"

Zhang Gui was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this adult who seemed to have a small official position, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was so humiliated and insulted, far from being as eager to be virtuous and welcoming each other as he thought in his heart.

Fan Wenhu didn't notice that the man who seemed to be very abrupt between a group of generals in armor had clenched his fists, and he would not have thought that in real history, his only contribution to the Mengyuan War was to temporarily promote the man in front of him to the captain of the death team for the last desperate impact that was actually dispensable, and it was this man who joined hands with his younger brother to fight the only shining light in the Southern Song Dynasty in the entire Battle of Xiangyang.

Seeing Fan Wenhu insulting Zhang Gui like this, not only Xia Song and the others, who were more irritable, looked at him angrily, but even Zhang Shijie, who had a more elegant and noble temperament, couldn't help but want to rush forward and slash this bastard.

Everywhere they go, there are always bastards who like to bury their heads in the sand and concentrate on taking down political opponents, never caring about the robbers who are getting closer and closer. Pity for this kind of bastard scoundrel, Zhang Shijie and these generals are helpless.

The two sides were at a stalemate, allowing a round of scorching sun to rise higher and higher from the east.

The atmosphere that had been somewhat relaxed once again dropped to freezing. The two Huaishui soldiers standing on the four walls and watchtowers just silently watched a group of generals standing opposite each other on the dock, and sparks could almost burst out in their staggered eyes. Such a strange and cold atmosphere frightened no one to whisper.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The already cold air was stagnant.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The abrupt sound of drums sounded again.

The drumbeat of the thunderbolt that had just delivered the news reverberated across the field, on the water, and in the hearts of every general who stared at each other. It stands to reason that even if it was an urgent document from the north, it would not have been possible for two messengers to come in succession so quickly.

"Which goddamn son of a bitch raised it, and beat the war drum so rashly! Could it be that another messenger is coming from the north? "Fan Wenhu's back is already soaked, to be honest, standing like this to compete for physical strength is indeed not his Fan Wenhu's forte, fortunately, the wronged boss actually sent himself to the door to relieve him, it is really a blessing for Sansheng! Today's incident happened suddenly, and as long as Fan Wenhu seizes the opportunity in the future, he will definitely be fatal with one blow.

The generals also looked back in surprise, but the fleet was still as smooth as promised, and everyone realized that the people who came did not come from the water, but from the land gate that was rarely opened.

The big tent of the Chinese army of the two Huai Shui Divisions is located in the shelter of layers of large ships from the water, but in fact it is less than a hundred zhang away from the walled gate on land. As soon as the camp gate was opened, the drum beat had just sounded, dozens of light horsemen had already galloped in, and the whirlwind rolled up puffs of smoke and dust, and the flags raised by these light horsemen did not have the yellow border symbolizing the forbidden army of the Son of Heaven.

"Who's coming? How dare you be so rampant! "Seeing that it is not the eunuch in the palace who preaches the holy decree, Fan Wenhu's heart is considered to be a big stone on the ground, but the person standing behind him is Jia Xianggong, who is above ten thousand people under one person, as long as it is not a holy decree, who can move him at all? Therefore, this official authority can't be put down so easily, so he subconsciously raised his chest and looked up at the comer.

But he didn't expect that the first knight would ignore him and fly directly past him, without even turning his head, but the horse's hooves kicked up a lot of dust, and half of it rolled into Lord Fan's mouth.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually subsided, and when a horse man stood up, the heroic young man who was already wearing light armor flew off the horse, and looked around casually, there was no doubt that standing in front of the heroic figure was the object he was looking for, and he immediately hugged his fists and arched his hand: "Xing** regiment training envoy, Tianwu Army four-compartment horse step commander Ye Yingwu, I have seen two Huaishui division Zhang commanders." ”

Zhang Shijie didn't expect this brother-in-law to suddenly appear in front of him in such a strange way, but just now it was very comfortable for the rampant Fan Wenhu to directly eat a nose of ash, Xia Song and others around him had already reacted first, and they all returned the salute respectfully, and the person who dared to slap Fan Wenhu's face in the middle of the world is afraid that there is only this Ye Yanei in this world who is not afraid of heaven and earth, and who is flying and stirring up the wind and rain in Lin'an City.

"The two Huai Shui Divisions are under the command of Zhang Shijie, and they have seen Ye Zhijun." Zhang Shijie was still plain and indifferent, but he didn't ask Ye Yingwu why he suddenly appeared here, even if he thought about it with his toes, he knew that it must be the messenger in front who had already arrived at the Tianwu Army.

There was still smoke and dust in front of him, and the Ye Yingwu army that came after him did not give Fan Wenhu any face in a hundred battles, and one after another followed their boss to fly by Fan Wenhu's side, lifting the calm smoke and dust again. Behind the light cavalry of the hundred battles, there was a group of lightly armored foot soldiers, but unfortunately it was blocked by a row of cavalry in front, and it was vaguely unclear.

Ye Yingwu didn't care at all that his subordinates lined up behind him, showing off their might. just blinked, quietly looking at the real national hero standing in front of him, and couldn't help but have tears rolling in his eyes.

Seven hundred years, seven hundred years, seven hundred years later, I can only look for the deeds of heroes in the history books, and now, I am on the bank of the great river seven hundred years ago, looking at each other and smiling at the backbone of the nation. Nothing has happened yet, and everything is still waiting for them to redeem it together.

Zhang Shijie was originally a careful person, and when he noticed Ye Yingwu's moist eyes, he also said in his heart that Ye Yingwu thought of his wife, the daughter of the Ye family, and couldn't help but sigh secretly at the moment, I don't know if the virtuous and gentle lady is living well alone at home.

The last time I met Ye Yingwu, I was still a half-sized fart kid running around like crazy, and in a blink of an eye, he had grown into a commander of the first army, although it was still difficult to hide the thick greenness between his eyebrows, and his spirit was flying and high-spirited, but it was more obvious, and he was already like a young eagle showing his majestic posture at a young age, and over time, he would eventually dominate the sky.

The brother-in-law who used to follow him and ask this and that has grown up.

"Yuanlie, family affection will be talked about in detail in the future. At the moment, the Anji army ······" Zhang Shijie solemnly patted Ye Yingwu's shoulder, this is an action he is used to, every time a soldier is patted on the shoulder, a warm current rises from the bottom of his heart, this may be Zhang Shijie's charm.

Ye Yingwu held back his tears and took a deep breath: "By the way, he and his father met Cheng Xianggong on the way here, but why don't you see him today?" ”

Zhang Shijie was a little speechless, and finally glanced at Fan Wenhu intentionally or unintentionally, what the meaning was obviously clear, but he still said hesitantly: "Cheng Xianggong was unwell and stayed in the camp and did not come out. ”

knew that this was another battle between several parties, and there was naturally a reason why the upright Cheng Yuanfeng was unwilling to be in the same place with the famous Fan Wenhu.

Although I don't know what the two of them are muttering, but from the various performances just now, Master Fan has been embarrassed and disgraced, and at the moment, he can only watch Xia Song and them shake their shoulders and laugh, while carefully raising their heads and rolling their eyes at themselves. If there is anyone between heaven and earth who does not want to provoke, it is Ye Yanei, who is not afraid of making trouble in Lin'an City.

What's more, Jia Xianggong behind him is still counting on this high-flying and domineering "Zhao Kuo" who only looks like he can talk on paper to bury the last elite of Jiangnan West Road with his own hands, in order to use this to bring Jiang Wanli and his party to the point of no return!

What's more, no matter how many of these messy official positions are stacked on Ye Yingwu, no matter in what sense, the Tianwu Army under the pacification envoy of Jiangnan West Road and the deputy envoy Fan Wenhu along the river do not have the slightest subordinate relationship between superiors and subordinates.

What can't be provoked now must not be set on fire, this point Lord Fan is like a mirror in his heart, he barely suppressed his anger, and changed his face to a fairly peaceful face: "Fan Wenhu, the deputy envoy of the Great Song Dynasty along the river, can see Ye Yuanjun's young demeanor today, he is really dignified, and he will be a hero among people in the future." The Mongols went south to attack Qi and Huangzhou, and the stakes were very high, and Ye Envoy Jun probably came for this matter, so it was better to go to the Chinese army's tent to discuss it together. ”

While Fan Wenhu was nagging, Zhang Gui, who was kneeling on the ground, quietly looked up, only to find that his younger brother Zhang Shun, who was still sloppy, was actually wearing a neat pair of armor, and hundreds of foot soldiers wearing the same light armor lined up solemnly from behind the horse team. It seemed that he also felt the gaze of his brother from afar, Zhang Shun subconsciously looked back, and easily found his brother's small figure from the crowd, and there was a tingling in his heart at the moment.

There are countless officials and envoys in the world, and I am afraid that only this high-flying and domineering Ye Envoy Jun really treats them as a righteous people, and sees them as an elite force in the future. In the eyes of Zhang Shijie and others, these gathered volunteers are just some cannon fodder as forwards, and in the eyes of Fan Wenhu, they are even more chicken-like existences, tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon them.

Zhang Shun secretly gritted his teeth and followed Ye Yuanjun all the way, thinking that it was right.

At this time, Ye Yingwu had already answered Fan Wenhu's suggestion with a smile.

"The war is urgent, and the state capitals on the north bank are in a panic all day long, waiting for me to go north to rescue, so why bother so much. The Tianwu army has already drawn its camp to the north, and a certain leader of the rear compartment guards and volunteers on the way to cross the river first, so I came here to ask Commander Zhang to allocate some boats to help our army go north. ”

Go north, go north, go north! The Tianwu Army is going north immediately!

The words "going north" bombarded people's hearts a little numb in Fan Wenhu's wanton suppression.

Ye Yingwu's few short words were equivalent to a slap in the face of Fan Wenhu, and directly blocked the discussion in the account that Fan Wenhu had just proposed. Incomparably flamboyant, incomparably arrogant.

Go north, go north! At first hearing these two words, everyone was stunned, and then Zhang Shijie didn't look at Fan Wenhu's disgusting face as if he wanted to eat a fly, and nodded solemnly: "A certain has been arranged just now, as long as Ye Yuanjun is willing to go north to kill the enemy, but the enemy is outside the country, a certain two Huaishui divisions will accompany him to the end!" Soldiers, do as ordered! ”

"The last general obeys!" All the generals shouted at the same time, and they didn't look at Fan Wenhu, who was trembling all over, as if the Shangguan who was still pressing on top of his head just now had quietly disappeared.

The rolling murderous aura emanated from these elite soldiers, and it actually rendered the warm riverside at the turn of spring and summer into a solemn atmosphere on the battlefield. Fan Wenhu subconsciously shuddered, and he didn't even dare to look at the generals who suddenly became heroic, and naturally he wouldn't see it, and the eyes that were cast on him intentionally or unintentionally were full of contempt and contempt.

What about the complaint, what about the slander, what about the smear?

In such a troubled world, the man should take the lead in a vigorous fight!

Those intriguing things, let's wait until the blood-stained clothes are discussed.