Song Zhiwen did not expect that before the letter he wrote was sent, he received a letter from his biggest enemy in this battle.
"Damn it!" Deputy General Yang Cheng rode up to the observation deck. At that time, Song Zhiwen had just flown down from the observation deck and climbed onto his horse.
"How?" Song Zhiwen glanced at the deputy general and said.
"That lame-eyed scout!" Yang Cheng scolded, "As soon as he saw the gates of Sishui Pass wide open, without even knowing what was going on, he flew on horseback to report the enemy attack! Damn it, he turned out to be a messenger, the horse I have a message flag on my back and am here to deliver the message!"
Song Zhiwen remained silent.
"Coach, what do you think Chen Shouren is up to?" Yang Cheng asked, glaring. "Our two armies are facing each other, and the fight is fierce! We almost broke through the Sishui Pass three times, but this guy suddenly sent a message. Could it be that he wants to negotiate a peace behind his back?"
"Haha." Song Zhiwen sneered, "If he negotiates peace behind his back, wouldn't Jixia Academy be disgraced?"
"Then what the hell does Chen Shouren want to do?" Yang Cheng was puzzled.
"We'll know when the messenger arrives." Song Zhiwen rode towards the commander's tent, with Yang Cheng following him and the guards surrounding him.
When the two of them rode past the camp where the wounded were located at the rear, they could only hear howling.
Song Zhiwen looked intolerable and asked, "General Yang, this battle must be put to rest as soon as possible."
"It's his grandma's." Yang Cheng scolded, "The herbs collected from nearby cities are not enough. Commander, this is obviously caused by the grandsons of Zheng Guo. If you want me to see it, I must give them some clues." !”
"Don't be reckless when it comes to medicinal herbs." Song Zhiwen narrowed his eyes, "I have sent people to control the family members of the medicinal herb merchants. In the past few days, the matter will be revealed. Do not massacre innocent people, otherwise, under strong pressure, There must be rebellion. At that time, instead of pointing our sword at Zhengdu, we will be stuck in the quagmire and unable to extricate ourselves."
"Yes, the coach is right." Yang Cheng said in a dull voice.
The season has entered autumn, but the weather is still muggy.
The autumn tiger is coming fiercely, and if there is only one autumn rain, the temperature will plummet. After surviving the hot summer, the bitter cold winter in the north is not far away. The further the war drags on, the more confusing it becomes and the greater the changes.
Song Zhiwen returned to the military tent, and soon the guards delivered the messenger's bamboo slips to the case.
At that time, there were two deputy generals, one staff general, and three vanguard generals in the military tent. Song Zhiwen took the bamboo slip, and the six of them all poked their heads to know what was written on the bamboo slip.
Song Zhiwen poured out a letter from the bamboo slips, unfolded it, and frowned.
"Coach, don't just frown!" Yang Cheng couldn't bear his temper and almost ran over to grab the letter and read it. "What did that boy Chen Shouren write? Does he want to negotiate a peace with us behind our back?"
"General Yang, I'm afraid you've thought too much," a middle-aged general said jokingly in the military tent.
After Song Zhiwen read the letter, he handed the letter to the guard and told him to show it to the generals one by one.
Everyone took the letter and read it one by one, all looking shocked.
"Damn it, what is Chen Shouren doing?" Yang Cheng cursed.
"Coach, judging from the future, this matter is not appropriate." One of the generals said, "Chen Shouren asked you to meet on the Si River. He obviously had ulterior motives! This person is sinister and cunning. If the coach goes there, what if there is someone? accident……"
Song Zhiwen suddenly looked at the general.
The general was stunned, "Commander, what's wrong?"
"I heard from General Yang that traces of the Blood Shadow Tower were found in Tiecheng?" Song Zhiwen asked, looking at Yang Cheng.
Yang Cheng was so excited that his tongue was tied up and he was speechless.
Song Zhiwen's words clearly meant that he was moved and wanted to use the assassins from the Blood Shadow Studio to kill Chen Shouren at the Sishui Meeting.
A group of people in the military tent heard that something was going wrong and quickly winked at each other. One of them, a rather older and highly respected general, spoke up: "Commander, I think this is inappropriate."
"Huh?" Song Zhiwen looked at him.
The old general coughed and said: "Although the Blood Shadow House is a famous assassin alliance in the north, just last year, Huang Xiejian, the killer of the Blood Shadow House, failed to assassinate the prince of Heyang, Mu Chen, in the southern region of Yan Kingdom. . The general feels that this Blood Shadow Tower is nothing more than that."
"The commander knows that Huang Xie's sword assassinated Mu Chen." Song Zhiwen showed his dignity as a coach and said solemnly, "The main reason for the failure to assassinate Mu Chen was that he happened to bump into the senior sword emperor. Don't say it was Huang Xie. As for the sword, even if the owner of the Blood Shadow Tower personally went out to meet the Sword Emperor Xie Xuan, he would still be unable to take advantage of it."
"So, Commander, the Blood Shadow Studio is unreliable!" the old general said.
"But Chen Shouren is not Xie Xuan." Song Zhiwen pressed his sword and said, "There is no need to discuss this matter any further. I have made up my mind! General Yang, I order you to contact the people in the Blood Shadow Tower quickly. I will personally take action in Si. Above the water, meet the young gentleman for a while."
"Commander, how can major military and political matters be trivial?" Everyone panicked.
Isn't this a joke? What's the difference between the head coaches of the two armies meeting like this on the Sishui River, and the two armies presenting their troops in front of the formation, and then both sides sending their own coaches to fight in front of the two armies?
"Generals, the Sishui Pass has been unable to be captured for a long time, and the king is already dissatisfied." Song Zhiwen looked around at the six people in the military tent and said in a deep tone, "The inspector general has set out from Suiyang City and will be here soon. Go to the front line. Everyone, everyone is familiar with who this military inspector is. He is none other than the great eunuch Zhang Yan. I believe all the generals are aware of the stakes involved, right?"
The great eunuch Zhang Yan.
As soon as this name came out, the faces of the six people in the military tent became ugly.
"Damn it, why is it him?" Yang Cheng cursed.
"Your Majesty sent Zhang Yan to supervise the army?" The old general was also startled and realized the seriousness of the problem.
Zhang Yan was the personal eunuch of the current Song Dynasty monarch Qi Qi. When Junzi Qi was still the prince, Zhang Yan was his personal eunuch. It can be said that he was the person who accompanied the prince when he grew up.
In today's Song Dynasty, the military and political power lies in the hands of Song Zhiwen. However, Song Zhiwen was a man who was independent of the world and had no ambition for power. Moreover, Song Zhiwen had been close friends with the Song King Junzi Qi since he was a boy, so the military and political power was in the hands of Song Zhiwen, and Junzi Qi never doubted him.
The political affairs of the Song Dynasty were basically controlled by Prime Minister Qian Qi.
As for the palace, this banquet can be said to cover the sky with one hand. Due to his status of accompanying the prince as he grew up, when the gentleman ascended the throne, he was granted the title of eunuch and the eunuch in charge of the seal. Even the civil and military officials in the court were allowed to see his expression. Respectfully call him "Inner Prime Minister".
Not only that, the eunuch Zhang Yan was also a close confidant of the Queen Mother.
Prince Qi of the Song Dynasty was well-known as a filial son in the Song Dynasty. Whenever the Queen Mother fell ill, he would serve her day and night without taking off her robes until the Queen Mother recovered from her illness.
Such a person, even if he stamped his feet in the Song Dynasty, he could make all the civil and military officials tremble!
Song Zhiwen was naturally not afraid of Zhang Yan.
But now that the battle between him and Chen Shouren was tense, Jun Ziqi suddenly sent Zhang Yan to supervise the army. What was his purpose?
The six generals in the army all knew it.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for Junzi Qi to have doubts about Song Zhiwen. But outside, the siege of the city continues for a long time, and no matter how ambitious the king is, he can't stand someone blowing wind in his ear.
The person who came to Zhang Yan was not kind.
"Before Zhang Yan arrives at the front line, we'd better be able to break through Sishui Pass." Song Zhiwen said, "Otherwise, once he arrives, let alone breaking through Sishui Pass, it will be good if he doesn't turn the battle into a mess. ”
As soon as Song Zhiwen said this, everyone present understood.
No wonder the coach took the risk and would rather collude with the killers from the Blood Shadow Studio than kill Chen Shouren at the Sishui meeting.
Once Zhang Yan comes here, with his pig-brained mentality, let alone breaking through Sishui Pass, whether they can escape back to Song Dynasty alive is a question!
"Coach, can you?" Yang Cheng made a gesture of wiping his neck.
The military tent suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Everyone was frightened by Yang Cheng's action.
"That's the person your Majesty trusts the most." The young general gasped in fright. Not to mention killing Zhang Yan, even if he angered him, he was just trying to make trouble on Tai Sui's head.
"Don't be reckless!" Song Zhiwen was also confused, and quickly scolded Yang Cheng, saying solemnly, "For the current plan, we can only delay Zhang Yan's schedule, and then seize the time to quickly break through the Sishui Pass. With Chen Shouren's He will never let his rear face be in an uncertain situation. I have a hunch that Zheng’s princelings and young princelings will soon be victorious."
The petty princelings are bound to lose.
Once the rear is stable, Chen Shouren can give it a go.
Because in this way, he would have no worries.
Song Zhiwen was certain that the situation in Sishui Pass was definitely not much better than their current situation. The princelings are busy fighting with the young princelings, so where can they have the energy to take care of Chen Shouren?
Now the war is going from late spring to early autumn, and the consumption on both sides is not light.
If it weren't for the impending changes in Sishui Pass, with Chen Shouren's ability, he could have dragged them to the rear to stabilize them, and then started to deal with the Song army outside Sishui Pass.
But Chen Shouren didn't do this.
Although Song Zhiwen had uneasy doubts in his heart, Chen Shouren's invitation to meet him on the Si River was really a huge temptation.
As long as he can be dealt with above the Si River, Song Zhiwen can break through the Si River Pass in one fell swoop and march straight into Zhengdu!
At dawn, the messenger left the military camp of Song Dynasty and went straight to Sishui Pass.
But it was different from when he came. What the messenger brought with him this time was a reply written by Song Zhiwen himself.
The messenger galloped all the way. Three miles away from the Song Army's camp, he suddenly turned back and glanced at the Song Army's camp with a strange smile on his lips.
The agreed time is just three days later.
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At the same time, thousands of miles away in Dazhou, the Yunhai Immortal Sect.
The purple bamboo forest makes a rustling sound in the morning breeze, which is so pleasant. Bai Ze was dressed in white and wore a wide-sleeved Taoist robe. As soon as he left the room and stretched, he saw Lin Xiao walking out.
"Second Senior Brother, are you going out?" Bai Ze asked curiously.
When Lin Xiao heard this, he looked back at the young man standing outside the door and smiled: "I'm going out. Do you want to come with me, junior brother?"
"What are you going for?" Bai Ze regained his energy and saw Lin Xiao holding a very ordinary iron-cutting sword in his hand. He said "Hey" and asked, "Second senior brother, what's wrong with that sword in your hand?" Looks familiar?"
"This?" Lin Xiao raised the iron sword in his hand and said warmly, "This is the rough embryo you made when you and the master were learning sword making a few days ago. Later, the master processed it again, and I think it looks pretty good. Okay, just take it and use it.”
"Ah?" Bai Ze was stunned.
After the second brother's life sword was broken, has he become so casual? Do you think the semi-finished product he and his master casually cast is pretty good?
"Junior brother, are you going?" Lin Xiao asked again.
"Where are you going, Second Senior Brother?" Bai Zeliu asked.
"Going to meet a friend?" Lin Xiao said with a smile.
"Do I know him too?" Bai Ze asked.
"Probably, I don't know him." Lin Xiao added.
"Then I'd better not go." Bai Ze said with a smile, "Second senior brother, go alone. I'll wait for you to come back."
"That's fine." Lin Xiao explained, "Your sixth senior sister is a tough one, and your third senior sister is often not on the mountain. Junior brother, if you can't hold her, go find your fourth senior brother."
"Is it going to take a long time for the friend that Second Senior Brother is going to meet?" Bai Ze asked him.
"I'll be back soon, don't worry." After Lin Xiao finished speaking, he said no more, holding a sword in one hand, wearing a green shirt and gradually disappearing into the depths of the purple bamboo forest in the morning light.
On the third day when Lin Xiao went out, he was in Zheng State, thousands of miles away.
The meeting of Si River is close at hand.
On this day, the sky was clear and the wind was gentle.
Confucian Sword Song Zhiwen was dressed in Confucian robes, with a layer of soft armor underneath his undershirt, and wore a sword in his hair. If he hadn't been riding out from the army gate on horseback, he would have been a handsome scribe and knight-errant.
The old general Lu Yunshan went into battle, carrying a long spear with red tassels, and led 800 elite cavalry to follow Song Zhiwen to the Sishui meeting.
In the Song Army camp, from the moment Song Zhiwen came out of the camp, deputy general Yang Cheng had been standing on the observation deck, paying close attention to the situation inside the Sishui Pass.
Yang Cheng's cultivation level is not as good as Song Zhiwen's. He cannot talk to Chen Shouren, a young man in Sishui Pass, thirty miles away like Song Zhiwen. He can clearly see every move in Sishui Pass.
But just taking a rough look, Yang Cheng can still do it.
The Sishui meeting proposed by Chen Shouren was very tricky.
The Sishui River lies across the positions of the two armies. The distance between Sishui Pass and the Song Army's camp from the Sishui River is about fifteen miles to the left and right. Therefore, as long as he keeps an eye on the situation in Sishui Pass, he is not afraid that Chen Shouren will suddenly rebel and send troops to Sishui.
Because as long as Chen Shouren sends troops and Yang Cheng gives an order, the Song army will come out in full force and arrive at the Sishui River at the same time as the army at Sishui Pass.
But if Chen Shouren sent troops to Sishui, Yang Cheng would feel better.
After all, field battles in the plains, even across a river, are far simpler than siege battles. Among the seven major kingdoms in the north, who doesn’t know that the Song Kingdom ranks first in water warfare?
There is a saying in the art of war, "To attack the enemy's army halfway across the river, go to battle."
This means that sending troops to attack when the enemy is halfway across the river is a smart strategy.
But Yang Cheng was confident that as long as Chen Shouren sent troops, he would be able to cross the Sishui Pass before the troops at Sishui Pass completed their formation.
At the same time as Song Zhiwen rode his horse out of the camp gate, thirty miles away, the city gate of Sishui Pass suddenly opened, and a horseman rode out. Behind him were eight hundred elite cavalry.
It was Chen Shouren.
Chen Shouren was dressed in purple battle armor and wore the famous sword Chixiao. His battle robe was flying up and down in the morning wind. He was an unparalleled general.
Fifteen miles away, the Si River was rushing and flowing, hiding murderous intent.
