Shi Yong led people along the trench and slowly walked around to the front of the group of golden soldiers, Shi Yong roared and rushed out first. He went straight to the golden soldier who was pressing the formation and took his life, and the other golden soldier who was pressing the formation was killed by random arrows.

Shi Yong shouted: "You are a Song person, and those who don't surrender will die." "A cadre of people fell to their knees and begged for mercy. Shi Yong safely brought this group of strong men back to their positions and sent them back to the rear. Someone in Bianliang City interrogated them to find out if there were spies, and then they were incorporated into the Minzhuang Middle School.

"Let's have a sip of the bar. Refresh. Xue Yong took the new products from Bianliang City and Tanggu.

Shi Yong smothered the small half bowl of soju in one gulp, feeling the burning sensation in his throat, which made him sober and uplifted.

"Did you store this wine from the worm?"

"Last time I went back to Bianliang City to renovate, I bought it."

"Is there still wine for sale in the city?"

"Of course there's wine sold." Hu Yangeng replied to Zhu Fenglian's question presumptuously, "Bianliang has stored grain for three years, and he has withdrawn the old, weak, sick and disabled from the city. That's a lot of food. ”

Zhu Fenglian happily picked up the wine glass, "Then the mourning family will be relieved." Shukang, please drink this cup to the fullest. ”

This was a private banquet arranged in the palace, and only the three sisters of Hu Yangeng and the Zhu family sat around a low table. Zhu Fengying drank the wine in the cup and sighed lightly: "This palace is getting more and more deserted." ”

"What did the second sister say, Shu Kang had already said that after recovering Yanjing, he would be established as a Beijing teacher."

"Jingshi? Yanjing? Yan Dynasty? Zhu Fengying muttered to herself casually, but mentioned an embarrassing topic, after Hu Yangeng usurped the throne, would he still call the Song Dynasty?

Although it is Sima Zhao's heart, everyone knows it, but Hu Yangeng has never officially mentioned the change of dynasty, from the palace to the market, everyone has lived so vaguely.

Zhu Fengying unintentionally talked to herself, but pierced a layer of window paper, and the two sisters turned their eyes to Hu Yangeng to see how he answered.

Hu Yangeng said: "Those who follow the people prosper, and those who go against it will die." Wait for the siege of Bianliang to be resolved, and see how the people feel, and then make plans. ”

Zhu Fengying glanced at Zhu Fenglian happily, and said jokingly: "If you want to win the hearts of the people of Bianliang, shouldn't you sleep in the open and share weal and woe with the soldiers and the people?" Will you drink and be merry in the palace? ”

"The concubine has learned a lesson, and the last general will leave." Hu Yangeng stood up.

"Shu Kang Xiu is angry, but it is a joke."

Hu Yangeng pinched Zhu Fengying's face: "You are reminding the Sprinkle family, you are not angry, you should really get along with the soldiers more." ”

Hu Yangeng walked out of Xuande Gate and breathed a sigh of relief in the cold wind of November. Since the idea of usurping the throne was born, especially since Huyan Helium was made the prince, everything has gone too smoothly and calmly, and the residents of Bianliang have tacitly acquiesced to becoming the emperor's father. The three Zhang Xianggong, who are deeply involved in etiquette, did not say a word.

Don't look at the current army pressing the border, but the defense of Bianliang, and even the peripheral counteroffensive from Hebei to Hedong, are carried out in accordance with Huyan Geng's plan.

Everything went so smoothly. Hu Yangeng walked on Suzaku Street, the cart was happily on the lime cement, and a few fast horses ran towards him, and the bells on the horseback were rattling.

Turning the street, there was a warehouse, and looking through the open door, there were rows of wooden chests - a hundred tigers and thunder arrows.

Across the street, there is a market, the weather is cold in November, and there are few people in the market, but there is a butcher shop that is still open. Hu Yangeng couldn't help but think that after the siege of Jingkang six years ago, there was a shortage of food, so this shop sold the captured wild cats and wild dogs mixed with unrecognizable minced meat, and it was crowded for a while.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but walk into this store and found that there were actually whole pieces of pork for sale here.

"After half a year of siege, you still have pork to sell?"

"Yes, firstly, there are not many people who come to buy pork, and secondly, our family has slaughtered all the pigs in the backyard, so that we can store meat in winter and not waste food. General, do you want to come for ten pounds? ”

Hu Yangeng was speechless, he never bought meat, and he didn't know how to answer, so he coped with a few words, and ran out of the store.

Since there is a stable supply of pork, there should be no shortage of food among the people. Thinking of this, Hu Yangeng couldn't help humming a little song.

After turning a street, I saw that Tianbo Mansion was close to the left, most of the descendants of the Yang family in Tianbo Mansion followed Zhao Chen south, and a small number of them moved to Tanggu, and now Tianbo Mansion is temporarily occupied by a group of musicians from the Teaching Workshop Division.

At that time, when the palace dismissed the palace maids, the Jiaofang Division also reduced the scale, and Hu Yangeng selected a cadre from them and asked them to rehearse miscellaneous plays, that is, various miscellaneous dramas adapted from "Hu Jiajiang", "Journey to the West", and "Green Palace Yuan".

There was a sound of silk feet in the courtyard, Hu Yangeng listened to it, it was an excerpt from the play "The Singer of the End of the World" in "Green Palace", which tells the tragic fate of a public leader who fled south all the way after Luoyang was broken in the Western Jin Dynasty, and was finally captured by the Hu people.

Hu Yangeng went to the house of his distant uncle Hu Yanzhuo, and the chain horses and trapping camp of Long Jie's army were reserves, and they would not be sent to the battlefield for a while. Hu Yantong went to the camp instead of his father, and Hu Yanzhuo was at home.

"Shu Kang came, so he accompanied the old man to drink a few cups."

Hu Yangeng couldn't refuse, so he had to take a small bowl and drink with Hu Yanzhuo.

Hu Yanzhuo was very interested in everything, and asked how the morale in the trenches outside the city was, how the fortified area killed and injured the gold thieves, what the soldiers were eating, and whether they had winter clothes to keep out the cold.

These privy councils have notices, hasn't my uncle read them? Although he had doubts, Hu Yangeng patiently explained to his uncle.

Hu Yanzhuo drank half of the wine, and then turned out the newspaper to read, all of which were old "Shuntian Times", dusty. Hu Yangeng suddenly understood that his uncle asked him so much about the situation on the front line, not because he didn't remember the Privy Council's briefing, but because of his newly developed "trench vice".

The birth of trenches and fortified areas made the form of combat completely different from before, and everyone waited in the barracks, waiting for the general to give an order, and then pulled out to fight the enemy.

And now, everyone is nested in the trenches, relying on the holes in the trenches to resist the bleak wind and cold rain, and they must be vigilant against the enemy rushing up at any time.

In the trenches, the most terrible thing is not to fight the enemy, but to have nothing to do, no situation, no direct goal.

When a large force of enemies appears, there is a goal, a mission, as long as you rush through it with the determination to die.

And in the trenches, you have to keep worrying that you will die the next moment. In such a situation, everyone can only talk, keep talking, to divert their attention.

Could it be that his uncle, an old man over half a hundred years old, has spent time in the trenches?