A month ago, in Lingyun City, Qiyang Mountain.

On the grounds that the front line was in an emergency, the military strength of the Beijia army in the city had been transferred to thirty percent, and the order that Beichen should not leave Lingyun City without permission was issued seven times in succession.

Beichen knew in his heart that the day when he became an outcast was approaching.

Standing on the walls of Lingyun City, the continuous mountains blocked the gaze, and he suddenly missed the years when he guarded the border passes, the round and strong sunset on the desert, and the scorching yellow sand under the horse's hooves.

Beichen is over 60 years old, and looking back, there are too many details blurred in the years.

As a descendant of the generals of the Kai Dynasty, he learned to ride and shoot at the age of five, and went out with his father at the age of seven.

When my father and brother died on the battlefield, it was when the imperial court was in internal and external troubles.

Outside, the friction between the north of the border and the Liao people has never stopped, and internally, above the imperial court, the two parties of the new law and the old law are arguing and-for-tat.

The old and new parties are eager to draw together the forces of all parties, and Beichen, who only likes to dance and play with swords since childhood, is not used to such human contacts, so he wrote a letter to make his mind clear, and his son inherited his father's business, and guarded it in the cold land for 30 years.

Thirty years later, Beichen has even forgotten what kind of pastries and poplars are sold on the streets of Kyoto, and in his dreams there are only wheels of the bright moon on the Great Wall, overlooking the desolation of all beings.

Thirty years later, the New Law Party finally overwhelmed the Old Law Party, reformed the military system, reorganized the army, and even signed a new alliance with the Liao.

It was a peaceful time, but Beichen still did not leave, he met a woman of the Liao tribe and gave birth to Beiming.

Just when he thought that half of his life would end in such a faint oblivion, the new emperor who had just ascended the throne recalled him back to Kyoto with a holy decree.

Once the son of heaven and a courtier, the new emperor was young, the post-throne was in power, the conflict between political parties rose again, the situation was turbulent, there were always people who wanted to try their best in the troubled times, so he just returned to Kyoto's Beichen, after only half a month of rest, began the conquest of the civil uprising, endless conquest, gave him supreme prestige.

The merit is high and the lord is the innate sin of the identity of the general.

In the tenth year of the new emperor's accession to the throne, in order to weaken the power of the Beijia army, some people in the court offered a plan to cross the open sea to unite the Jurchens and train new generals on the grounds of jointly resisting the Liao.

From that day on, it seems that even heaven and earth began to brew a conspiracy against Beichen.

The low night shrouded the quiet Lingyun City, the lights in the room had been half extinguished, and the only dim candle flame on the desk made the crimson flag in the sand table more and more eye-catching, and the sensitive figure in the night suit sneaked in quietly at this moment.

"Have you found out?" deliberately lowered his voice, Beichen seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Yes, the general's estimate is right, in addition to the losses from the last encounter, the other side still has more than 70,000 people, which is already double the number in our city, and there may be other reinforcements in the rear. ”

The vague premonition was verified, Beichen's heart was still shocked, and he continued to ask, "Then what about the news of my reinforcements?"

"Yancheng is too guarded, the rain in the south has not only damaged the embankment, but the water has become a disaster, hindering the journey of reinforcements, so it should still be on the way to come. - General, in fact, the last general has an idea......"

"Let's say," Beichen's worries became more and more serious, and he was a little incomprehensible, even if the Liao clan had poured out the strength of the clan this time, just by the many years of courage of the Beijia army, it should not make the retreat of the enemy so obvious.

If...... If it weren't for the sudden landslide that day that forced the two sides to temporarily withdraw their troops, Beichen even felt that on that day, the outcome would have been decided.

But it was also the landslide that day that put him in the predicament he is in, and now he not only has to worry about the change of the battle situation, but also worries about the lack of support in the back, which will make the Beijia army die in the situation of lack of water and food.

"The last general has followed the general for many years, and he knows the situation of the Liao people very well, and now the war between the Liao people and our dynasty has spread all over the border area, has the general ever thought about how they can draw so many troops? Is it a Jurchen ......?"

"No, no," he quickly vetoed this seemingly ridiculous possibility, "Although the Jurchen generals and our Beijia army have always been at odds, the Jurchens and I have been allied against Liao for five years, and there is no reason for them to suddenly defect at this time." ”

Having said that, since the idea came out, Beichen's heart also had a bad premonition, and he asked, "How long will it take for the Liao people to clear the road?"

"It will not take more than three days at most, and then they will inevitably attack the city with all their might, general, you must make a decision as soon as possible. ”

Beichen stood up slowly, he looked at the flickering shadows on the sand table, and there was a great sadness in his heart, he lowered his almost hoarse voice, "Let me ask you, what do you think is the chance that the Beijia Army can be killed." ”

"Probably...... Less than 30 percent. ”

"What if...... What about another landslide on Qiyang Mountain?"

The instantaneous message made people feel a little frightened, "The general means ......"

Beichen raised his hand and stopped his next sentence, "Arrange it down." ”

“...... Be. ”

"Also, send the letter of request for help to the Jurchen army before dawn. The second half of the sentence that was not said hung in Beichen's heart, and he hoped that the Jurchens could help in the alliance between the two dynasties, so that the Beijia army might be able to live a few more lives.

The black figure retreated from the room, the flickering candle flame illuminated Beichen's old face, his temples were already gray, his eyes were clear, but he still couldn't hide the muddy traces of the years.

The scar on his neck in the flickering candle flame was like the first blood-sucking locust, but it was also evidence of his willingness to be shrouded in horse leather.

He was nearly seventy years old, evidence of a lifetime of life.

Yu Guang watched the crimson figure flash out of the window, and he finally sighed deeply that the breath that had been stagnant in his chest for many years, he thought, I hope you can escape smoothly tonight.