He wanted to touch her hand, but just as he was about to touch it, a dark cloud suddenly floated over, blocking the moon, and the earth instantly fell into darkness. Yan Xun stood there in embarrassment, stretching out his hand, the snow on the ground was blown up by the wind, blowing up on his fur, like a sculpture. After staying in the barracks for three days, he didn't meet Yan Xun until the fourth day when he came out of the gate. When she saw Yan Xun, Chu Qiao was packing her bags, Yan Xun walked in so abruptly, and no soldier informed her. The dazzling light came in from behind him, Chu Qiao looked against the light, and was dazzled for a moment.
Yan Xun was wearing a long black robe with ink-gold Tenglong embroidered on it, his eyes were like deep pools, he looked at her quietly, without speaking for a long time.
The light was too glaring, fine dust was floating up and down in the light beam, Chu Qiao looked at Yan Xun, vaguely seemed to be the Yingge Academy many years ago, the young man who came back from practice was sweating profusely, and always liked to quietly Standing behind her, waiting for her to find out. At that time they were so lonely, there was no one else beside each other, unlike now, surrounded by tens of thousands of people, they were separated further and further apart.
Chu Qiao stood up and wanted to bow her knees to salute, but she couldn't say the word "Emperor". Yan Xun stepped forward and held her hand. She did not dodge, nor did she raise her head, her body was slowly hugged by both arms, her forehead rested on his chest, a steady and strong heartbeat sounded, reminding Chu Qiao of Beishuo City. Rumbling drums. The morning sun is like blood, the earth is sprinkled with gold, and the curtain of the big tent is blown up and down by the wind. With her eyes open, Chu Qiao seemed to be able to see the green pastures in midsummer. Her heart has drifted far away, far away, but not here.
"Achu, are you leaving?" Yan Xun asked in a low voice, but she didn't get an answer for a long time. He let go of his hand, and saw her wandering eyes without focus, like a sea of water, so deep that people couldn't see through, "Ah Chu?"
Chu Qiao raised her head, nodded and said, "Well, I'm leaving tomorrow."
"It's almost Chinese New Year, stay here."
"Not too good, there are still some things I need to go back to do."
Yan Xun said stubbornly: "Leave the matter to others, I want to spend a new year with you."
"The Quanrong people are planning on the Meilin Pass, I'm not at ease."
"Gunrong people also have to celebrate the New Year," Yan Xun looked at her, as if nothing had happened between them, and said stubbornly, "You don't have to do it yourself, I will arrange others to take care of it."
Chu Qiao didn't say anything, she lowered her head and watched the light and shadow cast small circles of light on the ground, like mottled grids. Yan Xun's mood suddenly improved, and he smiled and said that he would take Chu Qiao to Xiling City to celebrate the New Year. It was a new city he built, and it was so prosperous and lively. He prepared a comfortable house and arranged it for her himself. room. He repeatedly emphasized a kind of snack there. He said that he had eaten it when he was a child. After he regained Yanbei, he searched for the master who made snacks all over the country. When he found it, he had already died in the war. His son is still alive and has inherited his father's craftsmanship, and now he is staying in the other courtyard of Xiling City.
He said so many words, even a little long-winded.
Chu Qiao listened for a long time, then suddenly raised her head and said quietly, "Yan Xun, I don't want to stay here."
Yan Xun was stunned suddenly, his tongue seemed to be tied, and the endless words stopped abruptly. He looked at Chu Qiao, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Are you still blaming me?"
Chu Qiao shook her head, her eyes were calm, "I just don't want to stay here, whitewash the peace with you, pretend nothing happened, when you figure it out, put it all down, and stop being wary and suspicious , I'll come again."
Standing there, Yan Xun's expression became very indifferent. He took a deep look at Chu Qiao, then turned and walked out, taking such big steps that he couldn't see her figure in a blink of an eye.
Sitting on the bed, Chu Qiao suddenly felt very tired. This kind of cold war made her feel meaningless, but at this moment, she couldn't find another way out for herself. The Quanrong people are still provoking outside the customs. After the new year is the spring flood, she has to be on guard in advance, and the trade exchange in early spring. Things are complicated, but fortunately, she still has things to do. Chu Qiao smiled helplessly, and continued to pack her luggage. This military camp was too oppressive, and she didn't want to stay any longer.
Yan Xun was sitting in the big tent of the Chinese army, the generals were separated on both sides, the atmosphere in the tent was a little depressing, the soldiers were downcast, and they didn't feel any joy about the approaching New Year.
"If we go to war, with the strength in hand, our second army is enough to deal with 100,000 to 150,000 Xia's army. With a little luck, we can resist the attack of half of Daxia's troops for two consecutive days. But the premise is that the commander on the opposite side cannot be Zhuge Yue, he wiped out more than 2,000 of us in Queshu Valley a while ago, the soldiers are now in awe of him, I am afraid that the morale will be low and the battle situation will be affected." Analysis by a general road.
Another person came out and said: "The spies reported that Zhuge Yue is not in the army for the time being, it seems that he has gone back to Zhenhuang, Xiahuang is critically ill, as Zhao Che's ally, he should support Zhao Che's ascension, but there are rumors that, Emperor Xia has already appointed an heir to the throne, and Zhao Che is not on the list."
"The Chinese New Year is approaching. The Great Xia's army is unstable and Zhuge Yue is still here. If we take this opportunity to rush into Yanming Pass, it is not impossible. Your Majesty, this is the battle plan drawn up by our staff."
Yan Xun glanced coldly at the battle plan, and saw that it was colorfully painted, cavalry first, shield soldiers behind, and after a long time, it was just a frontal attack, flank assists and other tactics . He frowned and looked at the general in his thirties, and said coldly: "This is the battle plan that your staff has worked out all night for more than ten days?"
The man was startled suddenly, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead, he hesitated and said, "We analyzed the strength and weakness of the two armies, studied..."
"Okay." Yan Xun interrupted him roughly, and continued to ask, "Is there anything substantive to report?"
Seeing that Yan Xun was in such a bad mood, who would dare to continue talking without knowing the meaning? After a while, everyone in the big tent retreated one by one, only Yan Xun was left sitting there with a bad complexion and frowning.
However, after a while, a figure suddenly walked in, knelt on the ground with a plop, and said in a low voice: "Fortunately, I am honored, my subordinate has important information to report to His Majesty."
The afternoon light was a bit dazzling, shaking a red cloud on the corner of the man's clothes, which used to be the military flag of the Southwest Township's envoy, and now it has become the logo of the Xiuli Army.
Yan Xun didn't have dinner that day, he summoned his confidants overnight, and left the base camp with 5,000 imperial troops, without even saying hello to Chu Qiao.
When the horse's hooves stepped out of the camp gate, the crimson red sword placed on the desk suddenly made a muffled buzzing sound, Chu Qiao turned her head suspiciously, but only saw the green smoke curling up from the incense burner.
She vaguely felt that her heart was beating very hard, she took a sip of tea from the tea bowl, and swallowed the cold tea down her throat, but it failed to quell the unreasonable panic in her heart.
What's going on here? She frowned slightly, it was snowing heavily outside, and the world was desolate.
When Yan Xun received the news and rushed to Daping, the battle had already ended, and Zhuge Yue's troops had already left, leaving behind corpses and swords all over the place. The assassination group that Yan Xun had valued for many years was wiped out, and none of the 500 people survived. Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Yan Xun could only feel his temples throbbing.
"Your Majesty," Cheng Yuanwei stood beside him with a bowed body, and said respectfully, "Do you want your subordinates to go back immediately and recruit people? If he is on our territory, can we still let him escape?"
Yan Xun's gaze was deep, looking at the corpses that hadn't had time to close their eyes.
Cheng Yuan stood beside him and asked anxiously, "Your Majesty?"
"Call the troops immediately."
Seeing that Yan Xun accepted his opinion, Cheng Yuan nodded happily and asked, "How much do you want, Your Majesty?"
"Bring over all the reorganized Black Hawk Army."
"Ah?" Even though the city was as deep as Cheng Yuan, he couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, and said in amazement, "Your Majesty, the Black Eagle Army has just finished recruiting and has more than 100,000 people. Zhuge Yue only brought less than 300 people. Here, Do we need so many people?"
Yan Xun let out a soft snort, and shot his eyes at the invisible enemy in the white snow field, half-closed his gloomy eyes, and said coldly: "Killing him is equivalent to cutting off half of Zhao Che's head. An arm of Daxia is more effective than killing 200,000 Xia troops. Tell the soldiers, if you see Zhuge Yue, kill him on the spot, regardless of life or death. Whoever cuts off his head will be rewarded as a general .”
"Yes!" Cheng Yuan sternly agreed, turned around and rode away.
The horseshoe stepped on the snow field, setting off white snow waves. Yan Xun stood quietly, and after a long time, he said softly: "This time, I want you to be hard to fly."
On this day, in Yanbei's eastern battle situation, troop mobilization was very active, and the newly reorganized Black Eagle Army was taken out by Cheng Yuan's entire army, under the pretext of field training, but in fact it was heading for the inland of Yanbei. The Daxia officials responsible for monitoring the Yanbei Army found it strange and reported the truth to Daxia’s Military Aircraft Department. The civilian officials in the Military Aircraft Department analyzed it for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion that there might be a heavy snowstorm in Yanbei, causing civilian casualties It was so big that the army was mobilized as a last resort to suppress and provide disaster relief. For this conclusion, the officials of the Military Aircraft Department responded with enthusiastic applause. They were not only unlucky for Yan Xun, but also relieved that the threat of a large army on the Eastern Front was missing, and they reported the good news to everyone in time. Xia Bei Expeditionary Army Central Camp. However, Zhao Che's military officer felt that this matter was really irrelevant. Even if the Black Eagle Army was not there, the Northern Expedition Army would not be able to fight against the First and Second Allied Army with its current strength. Great Xia's battle plan has already been set, and everything will have to wait until the beginning of next spring, when the war between the north and Bian Tang settles down. Therefore, he withheld this "irrelevant" news as a matter of course, not wanting to bother His Royal Highness Zhao Che who had already worked very hard.
In many cases, what changes history is often an innocuous thought of these innocuous people. For example, Zhao Che, the only insider of Zhuge Yue's trip, lost this important information, and also lost the ability to issue timely notifications and increase troops to cover Chance.
However, despite this, Yan Xun's plan did not go smoothly. One day later, the battle reports came back one after another, making all the generals present almost red-eyed.
The 500 men of the 3rd Squadron of the 1st Battalion of the Black Eagle Army Light Cavalry Army were wiped out, and none of them survived.
Five hundred people from the Fourth Squadron of the Hussar Army were attacked and shot to death by random arrows, just like a human body sieve.
The 17th Scout Team of the Qing Cavalry Army disappeared out of thin air. The staff department analyzed and concluded that all the 700 people were lost in the snowstorm.
The six scouting teams then disappeared out of thin air, with 20 people in each team, and none of them sent a signal or came back to report.