The New Year is approaching, and every household is lively, but far away in the northwest, the bitter cold land in the northwest where the war is spreading, can not feel the slightest breath of the New Year.

The cold wind was bleak, the night was long, and the entire northwest camp was shrouded in a white world.

The patrolling soldiers crunched numbly in the knee-deep snow.

Other than that, the whole camp was very quiet.

The light reflected by the snow illuminated the camp slightly, and on the lookout platform of Gao Zhangyu, Yu Shaoqing finished today's post.

Originally, according to the rules, after becoming a centurion, there was no need to go to the sentry post to rotate, but this was an order given by General Guide Lang himself.

Yu Shaoqing didn't seem to have any complaints, and after explaining the observation to the soldiers who replaced him, he returned to his camp with an expressionless face.

As soon as I arrived at the door, a post soldier from the southern camp came over.

The southern camp has always looked down on the northern battalion, even if it is a small post soldier, he often does not take the centurion of the northern battalion in his eyes, not to mention that now the guide general is still suppressing Yu Shaoqing everywhere, and the post soldier is willing to come over to talk to him, which can be regarded as a rare thing.

"You are Yu Shaoqing?" No one in the eyes of the postman said.

Yu Shaoqing's grade is above him, and it stands to reason that he has to call a centurion in a proper manner, calling him by name, which is really a crime.

If this is spread out......

What about getting it out?

With Gui Delang will be pressed, can the person who bullied Yu Shaoqing not be able to eat and go around?

"What?" Yu Shaoqing asked calmly.

The post soldier pouted and glanced at Yu Shaoqing: "There are your things, from Lotus Town, you hurry up and go to Nanying to get them." ”

Yu Shaoqing's eyes paused, and he seemed to be a little incredulous, but he didn't say anything, and went to Nanying with the post soldiers and brought his things back.

There were two jars of food, the small jar was for pickles, and the big jar was for meatballs and flatbread.

Those who came from Lotus Town were naturally sent by home.

Yu Shaoqing touched the cold jar with both hands, and his expression was still a little incredible.

After Wu San finished patrolling, he came to Yu Shaoqing's tent as usual, he didn't come to eat today, but to give Yu Shaoqing wine.

Isn't it almost the New Year? He asked someone to buy a pot of wine from outside, planning to spend Chinese New Year's Eve with Yu Shaoqing.

However, when he walked in, he saw the jar on the table.

"What is this?" He asked, puzzled.

Yu Shaoqing still has an ice cube face, but the edges and corners of his eyebrows seem to be softer: "Something sent at home." ”

Wu San was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then sneered: "Yo, those eight kings and calves are not greedy for your things this time?" When did you become so kind? You have to be careful, don't get any medicine on you. ”

In the military camp for a few years, Lao Yu has not had an easy time, he is a good person, and he has a lot of military achievements, but he is too tendonous, offending many people, all the letters he sent to his home could not be sent, and he wanted to come to the house and sent it to him, but none of them could reach him.

Strictly speaking, this is still something that old Yu Tou recycled into his home.

"Is there a letter?"

"No, my family is illiterate."

When he was gone, so it was.

Wu San was also illiterate, so he didn't think there was anything strange about this, he stepped forward, looked at the things in the jar carefully, and couldn't help but exclaim: "So much to eat!" ”

There are meatballs, pickles, and flatbread!

It's all what he and Lao Yu love to eat!

"Your family loves you so much!" Wu San said enviously and jealously, and took out a heavy flatbread.

Is this really a pie? It's so heavy!

Wu San took a bite like a wolf.

Ma Dan, why is it so hard!

Ate another meatball.

Why does it taste so weird!

In the end, Wu San pinned his hopes on the jar of red-colored pickles, and he gently tore off a small piece, but only after licking it, he rolled his eyes on the spot......

……

The capital also entered the middle of the night, but the imperial study was brightly lit.

"What do you say? The 20,000 soldiers of the Northwest Battalion will be wiped out overnight? None of them are alive? The emperor sat behind his desk, put down the recital he had just finished, looked at Gao Yuan in front of him and said.

Gao Yuan replied with difficulty: "Yes, there is no one alive." ”

The emperor slapped the desk with a slap: "Bastard! Who taught you all these deceptions?! ”

Gao Yuan took a deep breath and said, "Minister...... It was not a lie, but the minister was also very determined, so he risked his life to admonish His Majesty. ”

The emperor laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, you risked your life to admonish, then you should tell me about the information that the border soldiers can't detect, how did you know it?" ”

Without waiting for Gao Yuan to answer, the emperor continued: "You asked me to send 100,000 troops from Tongzhou to reinforce the northwest camp, have you ever thought that there are 150,000 Hun troops stationed outside Tongzhou City!" Hundreds of thousands of people in Tongzhou City! Do you want me to give the entire Tongzhou City to the Huns?! ”

Gao Yuan Zhengse said: "The military report is wrong, there has never been a 150,000 Hun army outside Tongzhou City, and the army has gone to the northwest camp, and they have the idea of putting up grain and grass in the camp!" ”

As soon as the Xiongnu entered the winter, they were short of materials, and all the grain, grass, and military salaries were robbed.

The Northwest Battalion is rich in materials, and it is indeed easy to become fat in the eyes of the Huns.

But what Gao Yuan could think of, couldn't the general of the camp think of? The defense has already been strengthened, so that the entire camp is impregnable.

What's more, they also spied on the military situation and learned that the Xiongnu army had camped outside Tongzhou City, and if nothing else, Chinese New Year's Eve was about to attack Tongzhou.

Gao Yuan saluted and said, "Your Majesty, what the minister said is true!" ”

The emperor snorted coldly: "Then you answer me honestly, where did you find out about the military intelligence?" ”

Gao Yuan lowered his eyes, and sweat dripped: "Minister...... The minister is not an espionage...... The minister is ...... Stargazing at night......"

The Emperor angrily interrupted him: "You are sacrificial wine!" You went to Guozijian, not Qintianjian! You're still stargazing at night! I summoned you back to Beijing to let you support the society, not to let you be alarmist and disturb the morale of the army! ”

"Your Majesty......"

The emperor suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Or ...... You colluded with the Huns, and the Huns told you all about the military information? I remembered that your little nephew seemed to be half a Hun. ”

"Your Majesty!" Gao Yuan's body shook, and he raised his head suddenly!

The emperor dusted off his wide sleeves and said with a cold expression: "Come on, put Gao Yuan in prison, and wait for the fate!" ”

……

In the cold dungeon, Gao Yuan fell asleep again.

He dreamed that he was standing on the wall of Tongzhou, looking out at the snow-capped distance.

Suddenly, a fast horse galloped in.

Immediately carrying a man.

The man, who had many arrows on his back, seemed to be badly wounded, and lay dying on his horse, as if he might fall at any moment.

When he got closer, Gao Yuan saw that he was not carrying so many arrows on his back, but that he was hit by so many arrows, he was almost shot into a hedgehog, and ordinary people were injured like this and died early, and I don't know what kind of obsession he fought to survive until now.

He sent the last and most important piece of military information.

But he didn't get to see Tongzhou with his own eyes, which he saved.

Gao Yuan closed the eyes that were gradually losing their luster with his own hands, took off the iron plate around his neck, wiped the blood stains and looked-

Commander of a thousand, Yu Shaoqing.

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