Fangtou Eastern Jin Dynasty military camp

The scorching July sun was like a red-hot alchemy furnace, reflecting the clear sky so brightly that people did not dare to look up at the dazzling golden light even if they hid in the shade of the trees. Every time I want to look at the scorching sun and complain, "The heat is unbearable", but before the words were spoken, my eyes were stung fiercely.

Huan Wen took Liu Bei's defeat in the battle of Yiling as a lesson, and did not dare to be greedy for a moment of coolness, despite the scorching sun, he still ordered the Jin army to set up camp in an unobstructed open space.

It has been several months since the Northern Expedition to Yanguo, and now it is in the scorching heat, and there is a great drought in Fangtou for hundreds of miles, and the originally wide river channel is now in the form of a thin stream under the scorching sun. Not only did the grain and grass from Jiankang take longer, but even the daily drinking water of the three armies became a problem, and many soldiers became sick due to the scorching heat and lack of water.

The old man stood in the scorching sun, thinking about his wishes, only to see that his hair was unkempt, and his black hair and white hair were combed together in a disorderly manner, and at first glance he looked like an old farmer in the field.

It's just that the pair of eyes like purple stone edges are full of blazing brilliance, inlaid in the wrinkled corners of the eyes, like gems that have fallen to the wrong place, shining with the wisdom of half a lifetime of scheming, and it is simply embellished with a legend on the ordinary old face.

As he looked into the distance, he saw two golden phoenixes spreading their wings, their heads and necks facing the direction of the sun, as if waiting for an opportunity to soar into the sky on the top of the white clouds. Their bodies were dyed with golden light, as if they had condensed all the aura in heaven and earth, and the dazzling golden light made ordinary people dare not look at it directly.

It's just that at this time, Huan Wen can see that his purple eyes rarely blink, as if he wants to compete with this golden mang.

"Prime Minister." Xi Chao has been standing behind Huan Wen for a long time, he knows that Huan Wen has the habit of standing and thinking, so he has not stepped forward to disturb, and it is estimated that he should have thought about it at this time, so he stepped forward.

"Guest, I still miss the Yangtze River." Huan Wen seemed to have sensed Xi Chao's arrival, and was not the slightest surprised, but glanced at the river in the distance that was gradually drying up, and sighed.

Xi Chao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized the meaning of Huan Wen's words, and also persuaded in a roundabout way, "If the prime minister misses the Yangtze River, why not lead the navy back to Jiankang." ”

As soon as he heard this, Huan Wen suddenly turned around and glanced at Xi Chao coldly, Xi Chao was not panicked, and there was no nervousness about saying the wrong thing.

Sure enough, after a while, Huan Wen changed his stern attitude and laughed, "You, you, I know that what I said is not this." ”

Xi Chao also laughed and said, "Xi Chao knows that even if the prime minister wants to ferry back to Jiankang now, I'm afraid he will have to go up the Yellow River, which is difficult." ”

As he spoke, he slowly put away his smile again, and pretended to shake his head and sigh.

"Okay, don't you go around the bush, do you want to talk about those two plans?" Huan Wen knew that Xi Chao was coming, and he must have persuaded him again.

Xi Chao nodded firmly, and admonished, "Prime Minister, Yanzhou Bianshui ......"

"Yanzhou Bianshui has not been dredged for a long time, Cao Yun is worried, if the Yan State does not fight, we will fall into a desperate situation of running out of grain, unless we capture the two counties of Qian and Liang, open Shimen, lead the water of the Yellow River into Qingshui, and maintain the grain road." Before he could finish speaking, Huan Wen had already interrupted him first.

"Yes, although General Yuan Zhen captured the two counties of Qian and Liang, the stone gate was heavily guarded by the Yan State, and it could not be attacked for a long time! Now that the grain route has gradually dried up, the supply of the navy is not enough, and dragging on the fighters will only be more disadvantageous to us. Now the military situation is unfavorable, as the commander Huan Wen is anxious for quick success, and he is carried away by the victories along the way, and it is difficult to distinguish the danger, Xi Chao said in a slightly anxious way.

In fact, Huan Wen, who gathered the wisdom of the world, also vaguely knew in his heart that what Xi Chao said was reasonable, and their food and grass supplies could no longer keep up with the development of the war. However, looking at Yecheng close at hand, thinking of the exploits at his fingertips, Huan Wen, who was cautious all his life, also decided to take a risk.

"Guest, can you see that Fengyang Gate? That's the entrance to the south gate of Yecheng, the capital of Yan Kingdom is only three hundred miles away from us, how can I look at the merits in my hands and give up halfway? Besides, the Yan army has been defeated again and again, and the general coefficient has been captured by our army, and I expect that no one of them will be able to fight again, unless Murong Ke is resurrected, I will never retreat at this time. ”

From Huan Wen's demeanor, Xi Chao could feel that he was eager to work, and he was afraid that he would not follow his advice, but as a strategist, he still had to admonish again.

"Prime Minister, you have extraordinary wisdom, full of strategy is comparable to Kong Ming, since you sent troops to the Northern Expedition to Yanguo, you have won all the way to glory, and the merits you have made are enough for future generations to sing. Now that there is a great drought in the north, why don't our army stick to the river, control the transportation of water, and actively save grain at the same time, and wait until next spring, and then attack Yecheng before it is too late. ”

"Xi Chao, I'm nearly sixty years old, and I don't have so much time to wait. This battle, you know what it means to me, even if I can't destroy Yan Kingdom in one fell swoop this time, I will definitely capture Yecheng! At this time, Huan Wen seemed to have made up his mind, swore to take Yecheng and return to Jiankang, and he couldn't listen to any opinions anymore.

"Pass my military order and tell Yuan Zhen that if he can't capture Shimen, he won't have to go back to health!"

Xi Chao could see from his firm eyes that the prime minister had made up his mind, and he didn't need to persuade him anymore.

"I understand." Xi Chao didn't admonish again, he slowly retreated, and the idea that had popped up many times in his heart was once again determined.

The prime minister's heart is high and ambitious, and he wants to make contributions to Heshuo, hoping to harvest it at the right time!

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The invasion of the Jin army, the great drought in the north, tens of thousands of refugees poured into Yecheng from Fengyangmen, they marched thousands of miles with difficulty, and the only belief in their hearts was to come here, hoping to get shelter under the capital. They looked at the golden phoenix standing high in the clouds, and were pierced by the golden light, as if in a trance, they saw the blessing of the gods, they couldn't help kneeling down and making sincere wishes, and kowtowed in the direction of Fengyang Gate, hoping that the phoenix could bless Dayan and the people.

Twenty miles from the long street, hundreds of straw huts have been temporarily built for the refugees to live in peace. At the front of the straw shed, every day, the ladies of the big families will spontaneously organize to come and distribute porridge.

In the scorching sun, Song Ling's fair face had been sunburned dark red, and the pink lips had already peeled, and a few cracks were bleeding thinly.

"Miss, you've been standing for two hours, and if you continue like this, your body won't be able to hold on!" The queue waiting to receive the porridge is still like a long dragon, and there is no end in sight within three miles. Qiaoru looked at Song Ling, who was busy non-stop, and said hurriedly.

She had been holding this bowl of water for a long time, but Song Ling didn't even have the time to drink water.

"Thank you, miss." The gray-haired old man hugged his grandson in his arms, took the porridge from Song Ling's trembling hand, and said with sincere gratitude.

"Slow down." Song Ling looked at their unsteady figures, it looked like they hadn't eaten for several days, she carefully handed the porridge to them, and asked with concern, "If you feel any discomfort, come and tell me, Lang Zhong will come and see you in time." ”

"Good man! It's not in vain that my grandfather and grandson walked hundreds of miles, and many people died on the way, and our grandfather and grandson were already lucky, and they could still see the Fengyang Gate of Yecheng. The old man held his grandson's little hand, sighed with tears, and now thinking about the way he has come, he still has palpitations.

As soon as he heard this, Song Ling seemed to be able to imagine that the people of Yan who were fleeing under the iron hooves of the Jin army could not escape the butcher's knife, it was difficult to resist hunger and thirst, and the corpses and bones all over the mountains opened the way for the Jin army. Her heart seemed to be pricked repeatedly by thousands of silver needles, and she once again remembered her father who died in battle, and she hated war and killing. The scourge of war, the scourge of war, how many people have been displaced, how many men have been wrapped in horse leather.

"Go and have a good rest, you will be safe when you come to Yecheng." She clasped her uncle's dirty hands tightly, wanting to give the pair of grandsons protection and stability from Yecheng.

She looked up at the two golden phoenixes standing in the sky, and the dazzling golden light emitted from them seemed to tell all the refugees who flocked to Yecheng. This is Yecheng! This is the capital of Dayan! There are high walls left by our ancestors! Here are all the elite generals of the Xianbei clan! Yecheng is the last haven for all the people of the Great Swallow, carrying the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of the people, it will not fall, and we will not let it fall!

"Miss, your lips are bleeding, drink some water first." Qiaoru didn't know what Song Ling was thinking at this time, she was just worried about Miss's body.

"You go to the back to see if anyone faints, and give it to the fainted person first." Song Ling licked his dry lips and looked behind nervously.

On such a hot day, they did not eat or drink, and walked for several days and nights, and the young people were still physically exhausted, and how could the bodies of the old and weak women and children endure it.

"Also, hurry up and send someone to invite more than a dozen doctors, there are too many people who are sick, and Langzhong can't be busy here."

"Miss." Qiao Ru seemed to want to persuade Song Ling to rest for a while, but she looked at the anxious look in Song Ling's eyes and still didn't say anything more.

"Don't go yet." Song Ling hurriedly urged, the number of refugees was more than she imagined, and the people's conditions were even more serious than she imagined, so she had to invite all the doctors in Changjie first.

"Coincidentally, I'll go." Qiaoru saw that Song Ling was so persistent, and immediately promised.

There was a restless breath in the air, and the earth seemed to have been evaporated with all its water, and people couldn't stand it, let alone the horses that had always been restless. In the stable of King Wu's mansion, the red-maned war horse neighed, then galloped violently, and broke free from the rope tied to it in one fell swoop.

Perhaps the weather was too hot, and the fierce horse chasing the clouds suddenly seemed to go crazy, and rushed into the long street full of refugees.

The queue waiting for the porridge was immediately dispersed by the chasing clouds, and many refugees were frightened and retreated to the corner.

Seeing this, Song Ling immediately put down the bowl in his hand, followed the fierce horse, jumped up at the right time, grabbed the reins, and pulled it violently, but it seemed that the strength was insufficient, instead of restraining the trend of chasing the clouds and going crazy, it stimulated it to collide more fiercely, and lifted her off the horse. The girl held the reins with both hands, and the whole person was dragged on the left side of the horse's abdomen.

Murong Chong just wanted to come to Fengyangmen to see the situation of the refugees, but before he arrived at Fengyangmen, he saw people gathered around, he hurriedly asked Yuan Xiang, "What's going on here?" ”

"I'll go ahead and have a look." Yuan Xiang walked through the crowded crowd, only to see the figure of the horse galloping away from a distance, and a slender figure hanging on the left side of the horse.

"It seems that a horse has been frightened, and a man is still hanging on the horse, looking like a girl." Yuan Xiang came back to report.

"Go find a horse and catch up with it." Murong Chong went out on patrol in microfu, just to see how the refugees were, without bringing guards or riding horses. Encountering such an unexpected situation, he quickly snatched a horse from the guards on the long street, straddled the horse and chased after it.

"Wang ...... Childe" Murong Chong was so fast that even Yuan Xiang didn't have time to keep up, so he hurriedly grabbed a horse.

"What are you doing!" The guards just wanted to attack, Yuan Xiang pulled his robe and flashed the token on his waist.

The guards were shocked on the spot, and hurriedly wanted to kneel down and salute, but were supported by Yuan Xiang. He shook his head at the guards, signaled Weifu to go out on patrol, it was inconvenient to reveal his identity, and then quickly got on his horse and chased after him.

It's also strange to say that although the horse was crazy, it didn't really hurt the people, but just ran towards Fengyangmen.

As if seeing that this horse was very spiritual and did not hurt anyone, Song Ling thought about whether to let go and let this horse go where he wanted to go.

But she still has a faint worry, Fengyangmen is already crowded with refugees at this time, even if this horse is sensitive, it will inevitably hurt people.

At this moment, only a crisp whistle was heard, as if an iron rod suddenly stopped in front of the fierce horse, and it suddenly stopped.

Song Ling couldn't react, and the person was thrown up by the sudden force, but fortunately, she held the reins tightly and was only swung back to the belly of the horse.

This collision is not heavy, it is not light, but the right waist still hurts a lot.

After hearing the whistle, Liema not only changed his temperament and stopped running, but also slowly turned his neck and looked in the direction of the young man. Then the fiery horse paced in place with his head bowed like a child who had made a mistake.

As soon as Song Ling saw the state of the horse, he immediately understood that it should be the owner of the horse.

Call you willful, the person who can control you now is here, I'm afraid.

She estimated that the horse would not dare to brush his temperament in front of his master, so she relieved herself and let go of the hand holding the reins.

As soon as she landed, she didn't even bother to look at the bleeding strangulation marks on her hands, so she immediately looked up to see the owner of the horse first, and then scolded him.

But at the moment she saw the man's appearance, all the reprimands she had thought of before disappeared in an instant.

The wind rises, the clouds cover the golden light, the man stands against the light, the wind blows up the black sideburns, and the navy blue collar and missing robe spreads with the wind, outlining the long and strong figure.

It's just that his deep eyes seem to condense all the coldness between heaven and earth, and everywhere he looks, the sun disappears, and the clouds and winds move wildly.

In such a hot weather, when Song Ling saw him, it was as if he had touched a glacier formed by thousands of years of extreme cold, and his heart froze at a glance.