The mouth is talking about the strategy to lure the enemy, but there is no spectrum in the heart.
If it was really a trick to lure the enemy, how could it be like this for half a month
Every morning, I received a report from the scout, saying that Liu Xi's army and Huang Song's army had been lively for another night, and the general's mood was like a steamer.
On the one hand, he told himself that this was the enemy's trick to lure the enemy, in order to lead them out of the cold pass.
On the other hand, he couldn't help but doubt—
Maybe this is not a trick to lure the enemy, maybe the enemy is too arrogant
At first, he was vigilant and determined.
However, as he missed the opportunity to annihilate the enemy army again and again, he was not calm.
According to the information reported by the scouts, in addition to the basic patrols, Huang Song's army and Liu Xi's army were all partying all night, and they had no precautions at all. If he was more courageous and took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, he might have wiped out the enemy completely.
What if it was a bait laid by the enemy
They were so drunk that they didn't have the strength to fight. If they led a sneak attack, Liu Xi would shoot himself in the foot!
Facing the difficulty of choosing, the gatekeeper of Han Chang was indecisive, and could only watch the enemy's camp fire brightly.
Jiang Pengji and Huang Song expected that the gatekeeper of Hanchang would be very suspicious and would not send troops easily.
In order to act more like it, and to let the soldiers relax and have a good year, those days were really crazy at first.
"Alas—it's a day of blissful and blissful races of fairies—"
Feng Zhen was dressed in a Wei Guan Bo belt and a lacquered sarong crown on his head. He was in serious attire, but this person had a loose waist and a crooked front, revealing his thin collarbone and a small half of his chest. He relied on the table, sitting in a casual position, holding a wine cup, drunk and blushing.
Today is New Year's Eve, and as usual, we will gather together for a New Year's banquet.
On festive days, it is natural to wear formal clothes, and even Feng Zhen, the prodigal son, took out the press box clothes that he had not worn a few times.
"If every day is a New Year's Day, what regrets would there be in life?"
Feng Zhen sighed, a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with water vapor, as if brilliance was flowing.
Feng Jin frowned and warned Feng Zhen in a low voice.
"Hanchangguan can't help it anymore. It is estimated that there will be some action in a while, so you should be more restrained."
Feng Jin really disliked this unruly colleague who used his life to kill at first, but now he let it go.
Just ask him not to make jokes at the New Year's banquet.
Feng Jin is also wearing Eguanbo's attire, but he and Fengzhen are two completely different styles.
If Feng is really a dissolute scholar who indulges in the mountains and wilds, Feng Jin is a gentleman who is polite and has a bright moon in his arms.
The former even sits casually, while the latter even combs her hair meticulously.
"New Year's Banquet-Hiccup!" Feng Zhen burped and said drunkenly, "Didn't the lord say to be casual, not restrained?"
Feng Jin resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Feng Zhen thief said, "Rewarding the same full moon, I don't know what's going on on the other side of Wen Zheng and Zaidao?"
When he thought of eating delicious and spicy food while his colleagues were guarding a pile of bamboo slips for the desolate festival, Feng Zhen felt relieved.
Feng Jin said with a headache, "Just calm down."
He likes to pull hatred so much, and sooner or later, he will be beaten to death by someone with a sack.
Feng Zhen smiled and held Li Yun beside him, and said, "Hanmei, pour, we won't go home tonight if we don't get drunk."
Jiang Pengji's account of ministers and generals is not without contradictions, but the contradictions are not so obvious.
Feng Langzi often hooked up with military generals to drink secretly. Little Angel Li Yun was humble and eager to learn. He often asked several gentlemen for advice. The more exchanges, the less barriers and conflicts between them. In addition, Jiang Pengji was able to be both literary and martial. He tried his best to keep a bowl of water level, and gave full play to the strengths of the civil servants and generals, without favoring one over the other. This made the overall atmosphere harmonious and civil and military officials get along well.
Even if there are conflicts between the two parties, most of them are resolved in private and will not be brought to the light of day.
Looking at the harmonious relationship between the civil and military in the tent, Feng Jue, who is an "envoy" to pay New Year's greetings to Jiang Pengji, is not happy.
Most of Huang Song's army of generals came from the original family of the Yuan clan, and they were considered to be members of Huang Song's clan, and the two were closely related.
Although it is a good thing to "do not avoid hatred outside, and do not avoid relatives when raised inside", but the generals under Huang Song's tent have a tendency to form a group.
Under Huang Song's suppression, nothing happened, but everything can't stand comparison—
Feng Jue drank a few glasses of wine in place of Huang Song and Jiang Pengji, said New Year's greetings, and left with the excuse of "invincible drinking power".
Seeing this, Feng Jin secretly informed Jiang Pengji, got up and followed.
"Huaijie—"
Leaving the hot tent, the cold wind and snow outside made Feng Jin tremble.
"Second brother—" Feng Jue turned her head upon hearing the sound and called out respectfully.
"Alas—" Feng Jin sighed and whispered, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, let's find a place to drink two cups and get together."
Although they were brothers, they didn't even pass a few letters when they went to Beijing, let alone celebrate the New Year together.
Feng Jue twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard his familiar tone.
"Second brother doesn't like drinking?"
People who don't drink much on weekdays, but now tell him to find a place to drink alcohol
My second brother wasn't caught by a lonely ghost, right
The corner of Feng Jin's mouth twitched, and she said helplessly, "I didn't like to drink before, but I have to practice drinking."
The lord and a group of colleagues are all alcoholics, and they have to drink at every banquet, so Feng Jin can't always be unique and replace the bar with tea
The brothers found a place to drink, set up a Wen Ding, and prepared the sauce.
The cold wind was blowing outside, the small hot pot was boiling, and the meat slices and dry goods that were thrown in were quickly cooked.
Although they were alone, Feng Jin and Feng Jue didn't talk about business, they just got together to reminisce about their youth.
"If you have time, remember to write a letter to your parents." Feng Jin said, "When you left without a word, my father almost fainted."
Feng Jue nodded, feeling warm for a while, like the Wen Ding in front of her, eating to warm her heart and body.
In addition to the Feng brothers, Meng Heng was also sent by Jiang Pengji as a messenger to pay New Year's greetings to Huang Song.
Huang Song left him for a simple meal, and Meng Heng went to Nie Xun's side again.
This time, Meng Heng also brought his wife with a prominent belly.
"It's easy to add icing on the cake, but it's difficult to send charcoal in the snow. If it wasn't for the help of Xun and his younger siblings, Zhuojing's child might not have been saved."
Meng Heng didn't talk about business, but only mentioned the help of Nie Xun and his wife.
Now that the Chinese New Year is over, they naturally have to give generous gifts to Nie Xun and his wife, otherwise, wouldn't they be white-eyed wolves
This was a personal friendship, and Nie Xun had no excuse to reject the Meng Heng couple's offer.
One will have two, and it will make a good start, and it will be convenient for future exchanges.
After a simple meal, Meng Heng carefully helped his wife into the carriage and let the groom drive away.
Although Meng Heng is a gentleman, a gentleman also has a heart.
He specially let the carriage run slowly and passed by Yuan Xin's mansion, just in time to pass by Yuan Xin who was returning drunk.
Yuan Xin was steaming all over his body, hiccups, and his eyes were drunk.
"Hmph—Nie Xun—hiccup—this kid—but he and Liu Xi got close—hiccup—"
With a burp of wine, he rolled over and dismounted in a daze, watching Meng Heng's frame slowly move away and disappear into the night.