When Fang Jie's fleet was sailing down the Yangtze River, there was a fight at the foot of the cliff mountain not far from Fangu in the northwest. If Fang Jie knew the news at this time, he would definitely feel a lot of emotion. Yashan is not far from Fan Gu, and the official road at the foot of the mountain is the only way from the mainland to Fan Gu.
When he walked out of Fangu City, he took the same road.
Walking from Yashan to Fangu, there is a pavilion thirty miles away from Fangu, called Fangying Pavilion. It is said that Emperor Taizu got a valuable Costinin there, but let it go.
Fang Jie’s memory of that pavilion was naturally not the sentence he asked Li Xiaozong before leaving Fangu City: “Does the general know that there is a pavilion thirty miles outside the city?”
Not to mention the young boy Li Xiaozong said to himself when he went out, so ambitious.
Instead, the corpses of the 800 frontier troops and thousands of civilians in Fangu City were buried there. Later, Fang Jie changed the name of the pavilion, from Fangying Pavilion to Fanghe Pavilion. The old man drove the crane to the west, and he would never meet again.
Fang Jie doesn't know now that the Battle of Yashan will be the beginning of Meng Yuan's real decline. He also doesn't know how many years that frail scholar named Song Zihui used his determination and ruthlessness to scare the prairie people who are known as the descendants of the wolf god.
"What do you remember?"
Mu Xiaoyao handed Fang Jie a cup of hot tea, but the tea was not new this year. The new tea from the south of the Yangtze River has started to be sold all over the world after being cooked, but how could Fang Jie stop the ship just because he drank a cup of new tea? Fang Jie was worried about the war in the eastern border. He trusted Nalan Dingdong's ability, but he was worried about the unstable Mu Guangling.
"I thought of Fan Gucheng."
Fang Jie smiled, feeling a little bitter.
"I thought of Qiu Xiaoshu and the others."
Mu Xiaoyao was very unfamiliar with this name, and she had never had any contact with Fang Jie's friends in the Fan Gu border army. She only knew that Fang Xie would often treat guests in Su Tugou's shop, and get very drunk with those rough men. But no matter how drunk Fang Jie was, he would bring back a pot of pear flower stuffing for her and a bag of cooked meat for Big Dog.
"At the beginning, Li Yuanshan killed Wu Peisheng in order to bury the fact that he was going to rebel. But Wu Peisheng wanted to kill me in order to make Li Yuanshan think he didn't know anything... I only found out later that everyone has always looked down on him and called him a coward. Qiu Xiaoshu , I would rather die than put a charge on the confession that framed me."
Fang Xie looked at the hot tea in the cup, and the corners of his eyes were moist.
"Who says you can't see real brothers in wine and meat?"
Mu Xiaoyao is not familiar with Qiu Xiaoshu, nor is she familiar with Li Gandang who often flaunts his loyalty but is the first to betray Fang Jie. But she could feel the pain in Fang Jie's heart, the kind of pain that would not go away even after decades or hundreds of years. Even if Fang Jie has died, this pain will follow him to another world.
"Don't think about it."
Mu Xiaoyao comforted: "Now you just need to think about how to win the battle in Eastern Xinjiang. As long as you defeat the foreigners and keep the Central Plains safe, life will eventually get better and better. You see...the place in the south of the Yangtze River is still in spring, we When we left Chang'an City, it was already winter and the north wind was carrying knives. When the world is peaceful, you will definitely make the north and south scenery more beautiful."
Fang Jie rubbed the corners of his eyes: "I miss a big dog..."
Mu Xiaoyao's heart ached.
The man who had been yelled at by her big dog for so many years seemed to have gradually faded from her memory, but every time she thought about it, it really hurt her heart. Perhaps those years of getting along have made them feel like family members.
"We're about to enter the Dongting Road."
Mu Xiaoyao had no choice but to continue to divert the topic away, she knew what kind of person Fang Jie was. Maybe Fang Jie is really not as confident as he appears on the surface at this time, maybe he is already planning to die in battle, so he thinks more and more about the people in the past.
"After entering the Dongting Road, you may be able to contact the person Nalan sent to help you."
she says.
"Um."
Fang Jie nodded, but his thoughts seemed to have not come back: "If the battle in the eastern border is over, are you willing to accompany me back to Fangu City again? I have been wandering all these years, even if I want to be satisfied later, but After all, it’s still a loss to them. Go back and burn some paper money, and maybe you can’t go anytime you want in the future.”
"willing!"
Mu Xiaoyao nodded vigorously.
"I still remember that there is a cliff mountain not too far away from Fan Gu, about two or three hundred miles away. We have been there before, and you and I lived on the mountain to wait for the news. Big Dog went to Fan Gu City to find out if he could settle down. After so many years, the wooden shed that was erected casually on the mountain has already collapsed, right?"
"Go and see."
Fang Jie is smiling, but sometimes there are really many meanings hidden in people's smiles, not just happiness? When a sad person starts laughing, maybe he is sadder.
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cliff mountain
Song Zihui glanced at the torrential rain pouring down overhead, and couldn't help laughing.
It has not rained in the northwest for a long, long time. After killing so many Mongol Tartars, it rained.
He was carried on a stretcher by two soldiers and walked up the mountain. Halfway through, the heavy rain fell from the clouds. The clouds came very quickly, and when the fighting started, the sun was still dominating the sky. By the time the Mongols began to surrender, the rain had soaked the dry ground.
"Kill the Tartars, it rains heavily!"
Song Zihui laughed like he was insane, coughing up blood.
I don't know when, the rain seems to be less. Song Zihui looked around and realized that he had been in a dilapidated wooden shed for an unknown number of years. Most of the shed had collapsed, and it was only barely able to make the rain look smaller.
It was precisely because of this that he realized that he must have been in a trance for a while just now.
"General, the Mongolian Tartars have surrendered!"
Chu Feiyun, who was covered in injuries, rushed over from the rain curtain, and the blood on his face had been washed away by the rain. But there were still bloodstains on his body, it was his own blood still dripping out.
"I really didn't expect that we would win a complete victory with less than 30% of the Mongolian Yuan! At that time, the humble official had already made up his mind to die, and he never thought that those fierce-looking Tartar soldiers would be cowardly! General, I count I convinced you!"
He was also laughing wildly, and his smiling face was a little distorted.
Song Zihui looked at this bearded subordinate, the feeling of guilt still lingered in his heart. He struggled to stand up, and then bowed deeply: "Today's victory is all for the general and the six brothers in the Zhechong battalion. I thank you on behalf of the whole army. If you didn't persevere, today our team will only win I'm afraid the whole army will be wiped out."
"General."
Chu Feiyun quickly stepped forward to support Song Zihui: "Why should the general thank me? How can the general apologize? Is it true that the general is a soldier who should kill the enemy, and we should not kill the enemy? But any man who wears this livery will I have long been prepared to fight foreign enemies to the end. Does the general think that he is the most suitable among the thousands of troops? I am sorry to say that I am humble... You have the ability to strategize, but you have the ability to kill the enemy with thousands of troops Does it matter?"
After saying this, Song Zihui actually smiled.
"The rain is good. If there are no accidents, the Mongolian and Yuan Tartars should not have arrived. This heavy rain can be regarded as God stopping the reinforcements of the Tartars for us. Our troops are limited, and the soldiers are almost overwhelmed by this battle. We have reached the limit, if there is another battle..."
Song Zihui hadn't finished speaking when a soldier ran over in a hurry outside in the heavy rain.
"General!"
He clasped his fists outside and said: "The scouts reported that the Mongolian wolf cavalry was found more than 20 miles away. The heavy rain blinded the sight. I don't know how many people came, but it is obviously a large group. The battlefield at the foot of the mountain has not been cleaned yet. It is clean, and the enemy soldiers who surrendered have not been resettled, general, what should we do!"
This sentence almost made Song Zihui's heart rise to his throat.
"Where is the enemy at this time?"
he asks.
The soldier who reported the message said: "When the scout came back, he said that the wolf cavalry was less than twenty-five miles away from Yashan. He rushed back to report, and he was probably fifteen miles away by now. Fortunately, it was raining heavily, and the wolf cavalry brigade could not gallop, otherwise The team will be scattered and the orders will not be clear."
"The order is unknown?"
Song Zihui's eyes lit up suddenly when he heard these four words: "Mengyuan people also use the battle flag and the sound of horns as orders, but now it is raining heavily, the sky is dark, and the water mist is so heavy that there is only one battle between the wolf cavalry armies. Can rely on the sound of the horn to communicate! And if the enemy comes to rescue, the team will spread out instead of walking along the official road to grow into a dragon formation... The ground is very dry and cracked, and the draft is fast. Now the ground is so muddy, for the cavalry It's not a good thing either!"
"Besides... the enemy doesn't know we're done."
"What can the general do?"
Chu Feiyun asked.
"have!"
"Help me down the mountain!"
Song Zihui asked Chu Feiyun to help him, and walked down the mountain eagerly: "Today's battle, maybe we can win even bigger! Haha... God gave me a heavy rain!"
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The water vapor is too heavy, the clouds are thick, and the sky seems to be almost dark, and you can't see very far. Meng Lie rode forward on the horse, his face became more and more serious. This kind of weather is definitely not suitable for fighting, and it is almost impossible to see anything a hundred meters away.
"Report!"
Suddenly a soldier came back in a hurry from the front: "Special Service, a team of Han Chinese rushed out in front of them, shouting loudly, and you can vaguely see that they are all infantry!"
"The enemy wants to take advantage of this weather to attack me!"
Meng Lie pondered for a while and then said loudly: "Ordering the attack, the battle at Yashan must be tight. Those people are just suspicious soldiers. He deceived me not to dare to attack in the rain, and I just want to smash his trick! If it is really an ambush, why should he bother?" Bluffing? It must be that Yashan is still fighting, and these people are here to play tricks and try to block us!"
"kill!"
At least two 10,000-strong wolf cavalry began to charge after receiving the order, and soon there were shouts of killing in the distance.
"Something's wrong..."
Meng Lie listened carefully, and it seemed that what he heard were all Mongolian dialects.
At this moment, there was also a shout of killing from the left wing, and Meng Lie quickly ordered to defend. After waiting for a while, no one came to kill him, so he ordered five thousand wolf riders to attack. Not long after, there was another cry of killing.
In the heavy rain, there seemed to be enemies everywhere.
"Special Service!"
The soldier who first reported the message ran back again, with a look of horror on his face: "The people blocking the road ahead... are all our people, and they were standing there with their hands and feet tied. A lot of our own people!"
"Report."
"The enemies from the left wing were all ours, but they were all standing there with their hands tied."
Meng Lie's heart tightened violently!
This time... it seems that he has met his opponent.