At this time, it is the beginning of the summer, the sun is like fire, the sky is sulky and irritable, although Yanmen is located in the north of Shuo, it is also the same.

On this day, the twilight after the rain is getting thicker, and the city is quiet and peaceful, it is: the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the scenery of the swallows is floating in the grass; the night is clear and the clouds are scattered, and the cuckoos are crying silver and reflecting the flowers.

In a mansion in the east of the city, the candlelight is flickering, the lights are bright, there is a person sitting on the top of the middle hall, the crown is gorgeous, the heroic spirit is compelling, he is contemplating with his eyebrows, there is a burly man standing under the hall, wearing armor, his expression is solemn, he can't help but look at the person in the hall, his face is quite anxious.

After a while, seeing that the man was still pondering, the big man couldn't help but speak: "Now is the opportunity of a lifetime, General Wanwang should not hesitate any longer, and make up his mind as soon as possible to avoid complications." The man in the hall sighed deeply and said, "If I don't enter the army, the time is not ripe, and if I act rashly, I am afraid that I will not be able to lose." After saying that, his brows tightened, and he shook his head slightly, this person was Lin Zhonghu, the forward general of the Yan Army, who was secretly discussing the military plane with Zhao Dahai, the deputy general of the hall.

When Zhao Dahai heard this, he said straightforwardly: "I have cut off the supply of grain and grass for the Zhao army, and its military spirit must have been in turmoil. Lin Zhonghu said: "There is a famous general Shi Yun in Cloud City, and it is not easy to take this city, with our current strength, if we go all out to storm Cloud City, even if it succeeds, it will be a disastrous victory." This time to attack Zhao, we and Chang'an Wang Shanxin agreed to jointly send troops, I intend to wait for the Chang'an army to go out to Zhao, from the south to deter Taiyuan, so as to contain the Zhao army, at that time our army will attack the clouds again, then you can go down with a drum. Zhao Dahai was silent when he heard this, and his eyes couldn't help but glance slightly in front of the screen on the side of the hall, where there was a sandalwood orchid, there was nothing else in it, only a red feather spear, the whole body was clear and clean, and it was very eye-catching, which was obviously because someone often wiped it.

His subtle move was seen by Lin Zhonghu, Lin Zhonghu knew it in his heart, and said with a straight face: "The military affairs are a big matter, and since I am ordered to be the striker of Zhao, I will fulfill my duties and bravely kill the enemy to repay the country's kindness." General Zhao can rest assured that there is only a difference between friend and foe on the battlefield, and there is absolutely no difference between personal friendship. Zhao Dahai was peeped through by him, and his face couldn't help but have a look of confusion, and he listened to the righteousness between his words, and he also felt admiration in his heart, and turned his face and smiled: "The general has always been loyal to the country, and since he took the important task of being a striker, he has been working all night in the office, and he has always known the feelings of serving the country with his fists. Since the general is in his chest, then according to your wishes, when the general of Chang'an Wang leaves Taiyuan, we will reason. Lin Zhonghu nodded lightly, and then fell back into deep thought.

When Zhao Dahai saw this situation, he also felt bad about saying anything, so he took his leave. When Lin Zhonghu saw him leaving, he remembered that the day before yesterday he led the army to attack the Zhao army's grain and grass camp without authorization, and his heart was mixed, with both the joy of victory and the shame of shame, and he thought about it for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Shi Yun lost the grain and grass, and was worried day and night, while strengthening patrols to prevent accidents, and on the other hand, he sent his staff Wu Weizuo to Taiyuan to carry grain and grass.

Since Wu Wei went, it was already the fourth day, Shi Yun was very anxious in his heart, and said secretly: "Even if the grain and grass can't arrive, it's good to rush back the fast horse first, and the straight teaching is anxious." Suddenly, Wu Wei heard that Wu Wei had returned, and he was busy ordering people to pass it on, and Wu Wei saw Shi Yun, and turned what he saw and heard during his trip to Taiyuan to report, and said that when King Zhao was angry, he added fuel and vinegar, exaggerated, and interpreted what Shi Hu said

"The wrath of the Son of Heaven bleeds thousands of miles". Shi Yun was ashamed and shocked when he heard this, and sighed: "The loss of grain and grass this time is indeed caused by my carelessness. I don't know if my father can be forgiving?" Wu Wei replied: "Under the anger of the king, he said that there is no room for loss in the clouds, otherwise the marshal will be severely punished." Shi Yun was silent when he heard this, Wu Wei peeked at him, thought for a while, rolled his eyes, and stepped forward and said: "My subordinate has a word, I don't know how to speak." Shi Yun was irritable at the moment, so he said, "It's okay to speak out. Wu Wei chuckled lightly and said in a low voice: "At present, our army's food and grass will not continue, and the war will not last, if the Yan army comes to attack on a large scale, how can the clouds be preserved?" Shi Yun heard this, his face was gloomy and cold, and he turned his face to smile for a moment, pretending to be puzzled, and asked: "According to your wishes, what should I do?" Wu Wei saw that he seemed to be shaken, so he let go of his courage and replied bluntly: "Since it is difficult to defend in the clouds, whether it is defeated and fleeing, or taking the initiative to abandon the city, it is a sin that cannot be forgiven. King Zhao has always been mean and unkind, and his courtiers are often to blame, if he loses in the clouds this time, his subordinates will be unable to escape the death penalty, and the handsome will not be able to be alone. As the saying goes, 'good birds choose trees to perch, and good ministers choose to do things', it is better for us to turn against each other, abandon the darkness and go to Dayan, thinking that Murong Jun is known for his courtesy and virtuousness, and he will treat each other with courtesy and entrust him with important responsibilities. Shi Yun waited for him to finish, squeezed out a chuckle in his throat, and said, "Finished?" Wu Wei replied: "According to me, the benefits of Yan Descending are more than that. Lord Yan is far away in Longcheng, even if Murong Jun conquers Zhao State, Yan State is beyond the reach of the whip, Murong Hao wants to dominate the Three Jin Dynasty, he still needs to set up a Zhao person as the king to appease the hearts of Zhao people, and the big marshal will be the best candidate at that time. In this way, not only can I wait to be preserved, but the handsome can also tear the earth and become the king, won't everyone be happy?"

"Shut up!" Shi Yun didn't wait for him to finish, he was already about to crack, and scolded: "Betraying the Lord and seeking glory, heaven is intolerable! You shameless man, you have to sneak around me?

"Plop" fell to the ground with a bang, and said in fear: "The marshal is clear, and what his subordinates say is not out of selfishness, but also for the sake of the marshal's future." Please look at the face of his subordinates who are sincere to Dashuai, and spare his subordinates. Shi Yun was furious and shouted: "Two-hearted thief, how dare you be so rampant?!"

Seeing that Wu Wei's face was like ashes, and the two forces were trembling, where could he still stand up? Seeing that he was dragged out by the samurai, he couldn't stop confessing and begging for mercy.

Shi Yun had always hated these people, so he turned away and closed his eyes silently. Wu Wei was dragged by two warriors to the foot of a wall outside the east gate of the Shuai Mansion, one of them raised his leg and kicked him to the ground, and the other immediately raised the jujube stick in his hand, and smashed it down with enough strength to Wu Wei's face door

"Ah" screamed, I saw his right arm hanging down softly, and then looked at the door in front of him, it was already bleeding, blurry and indistinguishable, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

The two warriors glanced at each other, and one of them smiled and said, "This person is too pustuated, and the uncle only hit him with a stick and whined." Not happy, not happy!" Another laughed and said: "Your first stick is also a little heavier, like you, who can withstand a stick?"

The sun was setting in the west, and after a few moments, twilight fell. At the foot of the wall, Wu Wei let out a slight moan from his mouth.