After Yan Sikong counted the battle damage and settled down the soldiers, when he found Feng Ye, he was shirtless and asked the medical officer to bandage his wound.
Yan Sikong stood aside, watching Feng Ye silently for a long time, seeing that several new and old scars were clearly visible on Feng Ye's young body, watching his brows furrowed deeply, his lips tightly pursed, and a thin layer of sweat spread all over his forehead , Enduring the pain, but his eyes were fixed on the front, without saying a word.
He subconsciously wanted to cover his trembling hands with the sleeve robe, but found that he was wearing a military uniform and had nowhere to hide, so he had to hold it tightly.
The scene of Feng Ye covered in blood and deep in the enemy's line appeared before his eyes again just now when he led his troops into the valley, and it still makes him shudder.
Although later he knew that most of the blood belonged to the enemy.
He has seen countless people, but young heroes like Feng Ye are rare in his life.
He strolled over.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Feng Ye raised his head and saw that it was him, his frown suddenly relaxed: "Master Yan, come here."
Yan Sikong bowed, sat beside him, and carefully examined his injuries: "How does the general feel?"
"Small injury, it's fine." Feng Ye let out a long breath, as if he was relieved, "It's good that Master Yan is not injured."
"I've been guarding the rear, so I'm fine." Yan Sikong said in a deep voice, "The general's bravery is a blessing to our army, but it's a lack of wisdom to be a general if you charge into the battle and put yourself in danger."
"Today is forced by the situation." Feng Ye raised his hand and pointed to the front of nothingness. It seemed that the messy valleys, narrow passes and layers of enemy troops blocking the front appeared in front of his eyes. They are all afraid of death, if I don’t take the lead, how can the soldiers go forward.”
Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's hand: "If the commander makes a mistake, the group will have no leader, so what's the point of going forward? The general is full of vigor, and he has to think about his soldiers. Don't take risks like this again." His subordinates worked hard, The bones of Feng Ye's hands were cracking.
Feng Ye finally realized that Yan Sikong was holding back his anger, he looked at the bloody clothes on the ground, knew that Yan Sikong must be very worried, and his heart was warm, so he followed him and said: "If it is not forced by the situation, I also regret my life, what Master Yan said is right, and Master Yan needs to give more advice in the future."
"I don't dare to be, I just hope that my army flag will be victorious, and the clothes will be returned to court, so that I will live up to the great grace of the Holy One."
"I... hiss..." Feng Ye couldn't help gasping as he touched the wound.
The medical officer relaxed his hands and feet: "General, bear with it, and wait for the next officer to sew up this wound."
"If you don't want me to come." Yan Sikong stretched out his hand.
"Master Yan also has medical skills?"
"Slightly learned a little bit, such a trauma is nothing to worry about."
The medical officer got Feng Ye's approval, and retreated, Yan Sikong gently pinched the silver needle as thin as a cow's hair, and said in a low voice: "It hurts, bear with it."
"I'm not afraid of pain." Feng Ye grinned, "Pain is the most able to temper a person's will. I have worshiped Guan Erye since I was a child, and I never tire of hearing stories about him scraping bones to heal poison. what."
"If you don't have to hurry, I will definitely pour anesthetics into your mouth." Yan Sikong whispered, "I can't bear your foolishness the most."
Feng Ye smiled lowly and said, "Kong'er is so worried about me, I'm so happy, and even more... um... it doesn't hurt anymore."
Yan Sikong quickly inserted the needle into the skin, and the open flesh on his shoulder was stitched inch by inch. He hadn't practiced medicine for many years, and fortunately his hands were not unfamiliar, at least he was much more agile than that young medical officer.
Feng Ye stared intently at Yan Sikong, and he also watched the earnest attention. He whispered: "Kong'er, I didn't expect that one day you would go to battle with me."
Yan Sikong glanced at him sideways: "You asked me to be the military clerk at the beginning."
"Yes, document, you should follow the army and stay in the camp, instead of being led into the deep mountains by me, through dangerous valleys, and let the enemy's swords and arrows get so close to you." Feng Ye raised his hand, wanting to touch it Touching Yan Sikong's cheek, and remembering that there are soldiers all around, he put it down, "You look very handsome in armor, but I still like to see you in court clothes."
"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, not to mention that I am a courtier, my family and country are in trouble, and I am duty-bound. Feng Ye, I am very grateful that you brought me here so that I can show my strengths."
Feng Ye smiled bitterly: "If you show off your strengths, you will always be against me."
Yan Sikong also laughed: "You and I are seeking common ground while reserving differences, so how can it be considered right? Although we have disagreed several times, in the end we still share the same hatred and successfully defeated the enemy. You think so."
Feng Ye nodded, wishing he could hold Yan Sikong in his arms now, he leaned over, and they were almost face to face with Yan Sikong: "When I was young, I imagined that you and I have a piece of paper and a weapon, and we can fight with each other internally and externally. The soldiers are shocking the world, and now your talents and learning are still above my expectations, Konger, you are really a strange person."
Yan Sikong said calmly: "You think too highly of me, like me, the Hanlin Academy is everywhere, it's just that you don't touch it."
"I don't believe that even if someone is more knowledgeable than you, they won't have your talent, nor will they be like you..." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong emotionally, and said in a very low voice, "It's so fascinating .”
Yan Sikong said softly and ambiguously: "We will discuss the rest at a suitable time."
"General." Wang Moxiu came over, seeing that the two of them were almost close together, he poked his head forward curiously.
Yan Sikong dodged to the side, and said: "General, the wounds have been healed, let's put on some clothes." As he spoke, he shook off the clothes.
Feng Ye stretched his arms into his sleeves: "General Wang, please speak."
"The soldiers have finished resting, how is the general's injury?"
"It's okay, it's important to hurry." Feng Ye stood up, "Let's go."
—
Feng Ye led the remaining nearly 3,000 soldiers, traveled day and night, crossed the deep mountains of Nanyue in ten days, ran for more than 400 li, and finally arrived at Yueyang before Liang Wang's army.
Yue Yang has already received the spy report, the rebels are only two or three days away, and they are only ahead of schedule, it sounds like a cold sweat.
Feng Ye proudly said to Yan Sikong: "Did you hear that? If you use your conservative strategy and take a detour, you will not only run out of food and grass, but also allow the rebels to arrive earlier than our army."
Yan Sikong smiled calmly: "The general is wise and decisive."
Feng Ye snorted: "I'm sour again, I'll clean you up sooner or later."
They entered the city and set up camp, using the city to repel the rebels. Although the small city of Yueyang is short of troops, they are not very worried, because Zhao Fuyi's army is behind, and they will attack the city as soon as King Liang's army leaves. Divide the troops and cut the situation.
Yan Sikong's trick forced King Liang to send troops to Yueyang at least a few months earlier. If King Liang didn't take Yueyang as soon as possible, he would be trapped in Jingzhou when the reinforcements arrived. His only way out is to use Jingzhou to hold Zhao Fuyi back and rush to attack Yueyang. Once he takes Yueyang and controls the waters of Dongting Lake, his great cause of rebellion is half done.
For them, successfully crossing Nanyue Mountain is half of the battle against the rebellion. The other half depends on how long they can stick to Yueyang. As long as they defend until Zhao Fuyi conquers Jingzhou, they will win. If Zhao Fuyi can't conquer it, it's up to them to decide where their heads will go.
Standing on the Yueyang City, Feng Ye listened to Xue Lang, the defender of Yueyang, explain the situation of the armaments. He squinted his eyes and looked at the wilderness outside the city, and suddenly interjected: "I'm better at defending the city than fighting."
Xue Lang paused: "What the prince said is very true. The Datong line of defense is the strongest line of defense in Dasheng. It has been guarded by the Feng family army for 30 years, so that the barbarians will not threaten our Zhongyuan people."
Feng Ye said with a smile: "Wala once made a big attack every few years, and Qingqi harassed constantly on weekdays. Most of the time, my father chose not to stick to it, wasting them. Defending the city is better than attacking the city. I will definitely defend it. Wait for General Zhao Take Jingzhou!"
Yan Sikong looked down at the city, remembering that he guarded Guangning together with Yuanmao back then, Guangning's conditions were much worse than Yueyang's, and he forcibly defended it, but he could only guard the city, but he couldn't keep his loyal heart. He also has quite a lot of experience in defending the city, but more of them are heart-wrenching memories.
Feng Ye saw that his face was pale: "Master Yan, what's wrong with you, but you are not feeling well?"
Yan Sikong shook his head: "It's windy at the top of the city, it's just a little cold."
"Then let's go down."
Yan Sikong shook his head again: "I want to watch for a while longer." Closing his eyes, he seemed to be able to still see Zhuo Letai's 70,000 troops, the forest of spears, and the dancing banners...
Feng Ye thought for a moment, then said: "General Xue, can you let Master Yan and I have a look around?"
Xue Lang said: "Your Majesty, please do not disturb me." He left with his attendants.
Feng Ye switched to Yan Sikong's right side, facing the strong wind for him: "Kong'er, do you think of Guangning again?"
Yan Sikong blinked his eyes and gave a soft "hmm". More than just "again", he would think of Guangning all the time.
"This is not Guangning, you still have me."
Yan Sikong was next to Fengye, looking into the distance: "Speaking of defending the city, I am also very good at it."
"Oh?"
Yan Sikong pointed to the wilderness in front of him: "Back then, Zhuo Letai, the great prince of the Kingdom of Jin, led 70,000 troops across Huangshui and entered Liaodong, vowing to capture Guangning. I stood on the top of the city, looking at the dark army , I was so scared that my calves went weak."
Feng Ye listened silently.
"There are few soldiers in Guangning City, but my father vowed not to surrender for the sake of the 40,000 people in the city. Yes..." Yan Sikong tremblingly said, "It was I who offered the plan. He led the soldiers and people in the city to stand firm. I watched The army was overwhelming, seeing Guangning in danger again and again, but they all survived tenaciously, I have witnessed everything."
Guangning and the Yuan family have always been Yan Sikong's taboos. Feng Ye never mentions them lightly, for fear of touching sad things, and Yan Sikong also obviously avoids them. This is the first time that Yan Sikong has really advanced the old events of the year. , he felt uneasy.
Yan Sikong took a deep breath. Whenever he felt oppressed, he always wanted to confide something to Feng Ye. This was a sign that one person trusted and relied on another person, but he couldn't and didn't need it, so he forced himself to Killing the desire to confide in his belly again, his voice quickly returned to calm: "So, I am also good at defending the city. Together, you and I will definitely make it difficult for the rebels to advance." After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's back with disappointment on his face.