That day, I slept very sweetly. He gently held my hand beside the bed until I fell asleep. In the dream, there was a seven-year-old girl walking around with her eyes narrowed, and jokingly said: "Pick chrysanthemums under the east fence, and see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely." The boy took the scroll and patted the girl's hair gently: "That's it. Not that Dongli!"
Tao Qian's poems were taught to me by him. At that time, I loved to use this poem to tease him.
Opening his eyes, his hands were empty and he huddled quietly in the quilt. Yes, he is a general after all and has many affairs.
The quilt was still covering his outer shirt. He reached out and found a sudden hardness on his chest. This was indeed the black clothes he wore last night. I frowned and looked at it carefully. It was slightly dark red. Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in my head. Yesterday, he hugged me, and the wetness in his hands was like this! He was injured and didn't tell me at all.
I wanted to stay down to see him, but a pain in my back stopped me. If you go to see him like this, it will only make him worried. What's more, at this moment, he is probably not here. Yesterday's Basil Jiyu was fake, so the real one must be on the battlefield, and he must deal with it. I'm afraid he left without saying a word after falling asleep yesterday.
He put on his shirt and went out to explore, but there was no sign of him. Only his hairy legs were standing outside. His thin and small body was holding a big knife as tall as a person.
"Madam." When he saw me coming out, he waved his hand, but his usual mischievous look was gone. Yes, yesterday, the big guy went. Thinking of this, I didn't say anything more. He talked about it as much as ever, but there was no one to respond.
"Really, my boss and Ma Shun'er are both here, but the general won't let me go." He spread his hands, helpless, "Madam, go talk to the general. I have to kill the big guy's share."
"There is no rush at this moment."
I followed the sound and saw that it was Jimo Dongli.
"The night attack on Basil Jiyu and burning his food and grass can be regarded as revenge for the big man." He patted Mao Shan'er's shoulder.
The latter smiled pointedly: "He must have thought that the general was injured and didn't dare to go. He had no precautions at all!"
Jimo's eyes changed slightly and he glanced at me. Seeing that I didn't move, he didn't say anything and just sent his son away.
"Don't listen to his nonsense." He helped me in, but I took a step back. I'm just not used to being so close last night, but I'm still me after all, and I've never been too close to anyone.
"Mr. Xu left yesterday. I saw that you two were very friendly, so I wanted to wake you up. But he didn't allow it, so I didn't come."
Fu Xi is gone. I really heard what he said yesterday. Neither Yaizhen nor Prisoner Niu will be left alive. They should have left. If it was really Longzi, why should they worry about such trivial matters in the world. I just don’t know how Jimo Dongli will be affected by this departure. However, if he truly has his destiny, there is no need to worry about what the people want.
Fu Xi said that to take good care of Jimo, we must also take good care of ourselves.
I raised my eyes and looked at the man in front of me. He was tall and strong. Although he was injured, he deliberately concealed it from me. How could he need my care? Without Yajue, didn't he go to rob Basil Jiyu in full swing yesterday?
He met my gaze and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Basil Jiyu has a heart for me, how could I let him take the advantage? Now, let him taste the dilemma."
I frowned, but he just said it casually. The war has been going on for several months, and he has been guarding Fuyan Pass for so long. Even though he has colluded with the ghosts, I don't believe him if he has not lost any troops or generals. He knew the ghost side, so he could catch him off guard. In future battles, if the ghost side also figured out his tactics, wouldn't it be detrimental to him? I don't know why, but after just one glance at Basil Jiyu, I knew he had such abilities. Even Fuxi said that he was not an ordinary person, and there would be no harm in being more careful.
Walking into the tent, he followed behind and said calmly: "Don't worry about the military affairs. After all, I still have to support you. My man's body should be stronger. You only need to heal your wounds." Just take care of it.”
I glanced at him. As for those things on the battlefield, a half-step mistake could cost the lives of tens of thousands of people. I had no intention of intervening or taking the responsibility. Since men are willing to risk the disapproval of the world and start a war, women can just sit back and watch.
I seriously planned to look at him with cold eyes until the army stationed in the south and arrived in other states.
Biezhou has been an important road between the north and the south since ancient times. Travelers from all over the world will have to leave here after they arrive here. Therefore, the name Biezhou comes from.
If Jimo can capture this place, it will use the southern imperial court to further squeeze Guifang. The gradually narrowing land may force Basil Jiyu to abandon the city and flee, returning to the barren mountains and ridges of the far north. . But, how could he escape so easily? Occupying other states, it is difficult for other ghosts to escape. However, worry also arises from this.
Bizhou is too important, Jimo attaches great importance to it, Basiljiyu attaches great importance to it, and the royal families in the south attach great importance to it.
The people of Guifang were brave and cruel, and they relied on Jimo's north and south to attack Fuqi's royal family before they dared to send troops to attack. Because they had to form a pincer attack with Jimo's troops, they watched other states fall into the pocket of the ghosts. Now, if the Gui Fang fails in withdrawing its troops and Jimo occupies other states, I am afraid that Fuqi's prince and grandson will never be able to step into the northern imperial court again. After all, Pingjing is just an old capital city. However, despite the war and slight repairs, the capital city is still a prosperous and wealthy place. The pampered royal family must be greedy. Jimo's ambitions are now well known to everyone. How can those nobles who want to return to the glory of the capital easily hand over other states to Jimo?
Jimo hesitated for a long time. He was wondering whether there would be support from the south this time.
Guifang didn't want to give him another state, but he couldn't afford to stay any longer. Once Guifang leaves, the former allies will be fighting hand to hand on this land.
Jimo Dongli always seemed to be like this. One moment he was living and dying with others, advancing and retreating together, and in the next moment, he was at war with others. I am not surprised, he does not make me worry, but I am also happy and at ease. But I still couldn't help but think in my heart that the people under him were nothing more than people like the hairy-legged Dakui, and then there were the righteous soldiers who had taken refuge from all directions. The number of soldiers under his command was about the same as that of the ghosts, but they were just stragglers after all. As the team continues to expand, Ma Shun'er's horses are gradually being exhausted. And the Guifang people, who have been invading the Fuqi border for decades, rely on a good horse and a good colt. In the past, Mr. Xu was a clever man, but now it seems that there are not many people who can discuss important military matters.
There has been a fierce battle for three days under the city of Bizhou. The Guifang people are not good at defending, but they are just trying their best. Fuqi is rich, but the north is very wild, how can they return empty-handed? Jimo has asked for help from the south several times, but there has been no news from the south. Jimo knew that the royal family like Fuqi wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. Without Jimo, they dare not attack Guifang. Without Guifang, they have to fight Jimo. Nowadays, Guifang and Jimo are engaged in a massive war of attrition in another state, with both sides suffering losses. This is what the royal nobles are most happy to see. They are secretly refining their strength in order to quickly attack the victorious party when one party falls.
The royal family wanted to watch the snipe and the clam fight and reap the benefits.
Jimo knew it, Basil Jiyu knew it, but there was no other way to fight. Biezhou is the only north-south passage among the surrounding mountains and mountains, and it is a city that must not be abandoned. Strategies and strategies are no longer useful, and now there is only this most primitive and direct almost hand-to-hand contest.
In the past, it was not always possible to wait for reinforcements from the south, but at least there was Mr. Xu who was calm and collected, taking detours to attack, and taking care of him on the sidelines. Now that Mr. Xu has passed away, there are suddenly no counselors in his team. Bizhou is not just some other place. He doesn't dare to hire people casually, no matter how loyal they are, they must have the momentum to strategize. However, there are very few people under his command who can reach even the top of Mr. Xu. He also has no skills.
When I rarely went to see him, he was still leaning on the desk and looking at the map.
Maojier insisted on calling me here, and he talked about it for a long time. He said that in recent days, he had been charging into battle during the day, and at night he had withdrawn his troops and spent the whole night thinking about countermeasures, so he asked me to come and persuade him. It was funny to me. After all, he said it himself and didn't want me to interfere too much. However, I really couldn't stand Mao Leg's nagging hour after hour, so I had no choice but to come over.
It was very late at night, and there was a flickering light on his table. This kind of light was just right for me.
Across a desk, I looked at him. He was thinner and tanned. The wrinkles between his eyebrows seemed to be uneven forever, with a deep ravine.
He raised his hand to pick the wick. The light was still a bit dim for him.
He then raised his head, looked at me, pursed his lips, and said without any extra movement: "Why are you here?"
Do you blame me for being troublesome? I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. His eyes were scarlet, obviously he hadn't slept for a long time. Could it be that if you lose your luck, you really can't beat Basil Jiyu? I asked secretly in my mind.
He put the cold tea in his hand on the table, which was given to me by Mao Shanzi.
He looked at the tea and then at me, but he made no move.
He couldn't help but push the tea bowl towards him again. The sound of porcelain and wood rubbing against each other was a little muffled in the empty tent.
He just looked at me, his eyes didn't even blink once. How can I endure this? I have to leave after raising my skirt.
"Does the wound still hurt?" He asked suddenly, his voice was so low that I could barely hear him. He was suppressing the hoarseness in his throat. Along the way, he had never rushed to the front shouting to kill.
I know that what the soldiers need is not a high-ranking general who supervises the battle at the end of the team, nor a general who shouts "Brothers, kill me!" but runs behind everyone, out of reach of the enemy's crossbows.
I only secretly saw him leading troops once, riding on Changfeng, flying at the front, shouting "Brothers, fight with me". The difference between the two words made me stand in silence for a long time. From then on, when he went on an expedition, I always hid in the camp. I was afraid to see his blood, far behind me, and he was still rushing like he was desperate for his life.
