Fight.
Fight.
Still fighting.
Endless confrontation.
From the time when the sun rises to three poles, we continue to fight until sunset.
When the blood stains the setting sun red.
When countless young athletes lost their lives on the boundless battlefield.
The bloody battle finally came to an end.
Of course.
There was no one on the high platform slowly retreating.
Of course.
The military formation in front of the camp has not dispersed at all.
Night fell quietly.
The half-full soldiers had no time to rest too much, so they rushed to the front line of the battlefield under the leadership of their respective generals.
Rotate.
Rotate.
Rotate again.
When the entire camp and more than 100,000 soldiers were rotated.
Night has also reached its peak.
The generals on the high platform finished eating some hastily.
Under Zhao Qing's orderly military orders, he quickly walked down the high platform.
The night attack began.
A new round of killings has quietly begun.
Groups of elite scouts came out from all directions.
The man held a horse in his hooves and took advantage of the cover of the thick night to head straight for the Huns' food and grass.
At the same time, thousands of Xiongnu scouts were distributed like a dragnet across the battlefield where the two armies were fighting.
Gradually, gradually.
Blood-colored flowers bloomed quietly in this chilling night.
One after another, fresh lives passed away quietly in this chilly night.
Everything seemed so silent.
Apart from the muffled humming sounds that came from time to time in the darkness, there was only the sound of the wind.
As time passed, some of the scouts succeeded in sneaking into the Huns' forage.
At the same time, a small group of Xiongnu scouts had quietly approached Da Zhou's camp under the thick darkness.
suddenly!
In the thick darkness, hundreds of bright fires shone like morning stars behind the Xiongnu camp.
Almost instantly.
Countless sharp arrows, with whistling sounds, went straight towards the hundreds of flames soaring into the sky.
"Pfft~!"
"Pfft~!"
"Pfft~!"
The bloody flowers bloomed again in the thick night.
Nearly half of the bright fire has not had time to rise into the sky.
It fell to the ground sadly like dust.
Fortunately, most of the bright flames still shot into the sky when the bloody flowers emerged.
A bright light was drawn in the sky, and finally landed firmly among the Xiongnu's grain and grass.
I thought it would be as intense as dry wood meeting raging fire.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the fierce fire arrived, several streams of clear springs instantly spewed out next to the dry firewood.
It turned out that the Xiongnu had already filled the food and grass with clear water.
The first round of fire rain was successfully extinguished by the Xiongnu.
More than a hundred elite scouts bloomed into bright flowers and disappeared between heaven and earth at the moment when fire and rain rose into the sky.
Of course.
Wild fire, in spring.
Countless scout teams of hundreds of people.
They went forward one after another, attacking the Huns' granary like moths to a flame.
God will not let you down if you work hard.
The fire finally starts again!
When the raging fire reaches the sky.
Countless well-equipped cavalry squads.
Under the leadership of their respective generals, they once again launched a desperate charge towards the Huns camp.
Great war! The curtain opened again in this thick night!
Blood and fire! It has once again become the only color in this world!
The shrill, painful, and desperate wails have once again become the only music in this world!
at the same time.
Countless Hun cavalry mixed with countless Hun scouts once again launched a death charge towards Dazhou's grain and grass.
over time.
The two hostile camps were ignited with flames reaching into the sky.
Under the bright firelight!
With every breath, countless people completely leave this world.
Gradually, gradually.
Time passed quietly in the fighting.
When the dawn of the second day appears in the human world.
The warring parties stopped swinging their swords in tacit agreement.
Each of them slowly retreated amidst the sound of ringing gold.
Wait until the sun rises three poles.
In addition to the layers of corpses and the dark-brown river of blood, there was nothing on the huge battlefield.
All that was left was raging black smoke.
truce!
Regroup!
When the day is centered and slightly offset.
The war begins for the third time!
On the high platform, the middle-aged man wearing black mountain armor was working hard and adjusting his army's formation again and again.
rush ahead!
reinforce!
Cover each other!
Defend!
Those tired eyes did not dare to leave the huge battlefield for a moment.
From afternoon to sunset.
In the third war, there were only corpses all over the ground and wounded soldiers wailing in pain.
Neither side gained anything.
Sunrise and sunset.
Sunset and sunrise.
in a blink.
The calendar quietly moved back ten pages.
However, most of the soldiers on both sides of the battlefield quietly disappeared in these ten pages of the calendar.
Within ten days.
Inside the two camps.
The people on the two high platforms used tricks frequently.
The people under the stage tried their best.
This is a war that has blocked the destiny of the country.
Everyone is struggling to support themselves.
No one will give up until the last moment.
The high platform of Dazhou.
Zhao Qing, who was dressed in black mountain armor and had a tired face, ordered someone to bring a basin of ice water.
Bitingly cold water poured down from above his head.
A sickly blush appeared on his tired cheeks, and his slightly cloudy brain became clear again.
Zhao Qing stared down at the soldiers on both sides who were locked in a fierce battle, unable to do anything to help each other.
Shen Sheng issued a military order that heralded the turning point of this battle.
"Hold my great banner! Move ten miles north! Anyone who falls within ten miles of the great banner! Behead!"
Slowly move forward with the great banner with the character Zhao!
Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty who were fighting fiercely suddenly burst out with earth-shattering explosive power!
That time! At a time of great morale! When the entire army covers up!
At this moment, the situation of the war quietly changed.
It is no longer as lifeless as before.
At the same time, with every breath, many times more soldiers died than before.
Gradually, gradually.
The balance of victory began to shift towards Dazhou and Zhao Qing.
Of course.
Daguan is a double-edged sword.
It boosts one's own morale at the same time.
It also pointed the direction for the enemy.
war! war! war!
kill! kill! kill!
Kill until one party is too scared to raise the sword again!
Kill until one side is defeated and loses its armor!
The brutality of this battle exceeded everyone's imagination.
"When the army came out of the fortress, there were 140,000 official and private horses in the fortress, but less than 30,000 horses entered the fortress."
Behind this understatement in history books is the loss of more than 100,000 living lives.
In the county government's archives.
Xu Yi slowly opened his eyes.
He stood up slowly and walked to the window sill.
After gently pushing open the window sill, he looked up at the sky in the distance.
It was already late at night, and the moonlight outside the window was extremely bright.
Xu Yi put his hands behind his back and stood by the window sill, quietly looking up at the bright moonlight on the horizon for a long time.
No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.
I do not know how long it has been.
Xu Yi sighed slightly, then slowly looked back.
He walked to the desk and slowly put the heavy file back into the wooden box.
After everything returns to normal.
Xu Yi took a deep look at the dozen or so wooden boxes that were open under the corner.
Then he slowly walked out of the case library.
"I'm here to pay my respects to His Highness King Yan."
As soon as Fang walked out of the case library, Sun Daohua, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly came over.
Xu Yi paused for a moment, then smiled softly and returned the courtesy, saying, "Thank you, Commander Sun."
Sun Daohua said a few polite words to him.
Then he personally delivered it to the main gate of the county government.
Everything behaved perfectly normal.
It was as if the visitor late that night was not Sun Daohua.
In front of the county government office.
Xu Yi and Sun Daohua agreed to go back to the archives tomorrow.
Then he slowly turned around and walked towards the three-column green-covered carriage.
Inside the green-covered carriage carriage.
Xu Yi slightly closed his eyes and leaned on the pillow.
His fingers tapped lightly and slowly on the small wooden table beside him.
At the same time, all the details of the final battle were constantly replaying in his mind.
Among them, the overall situation and every military order issued by Zhao Qing are particularly important.
For Xu Yi, every cold word in the dossier carries a weight far beyond its own weight.
Using copper as a mirror, you can straighten your clothes; using history as a mirror, you can know the ups and downs.
Those cold words made Xu Yi the best military master.
In the next few days.
Xu Yi often shuttled between Prince Yan's Mansion and the county government office's archives.
It is like a shriveled sponge, frantically absorbing all the nutrients of military art.
Of course.
It is human after all.
Everyone is bound to have confusion.
While he was frantically absorbing the nutrients of military art.
Because it is too complicated.
Therefore, he himself inevitably has many doubts about the art of war.
Fortunately.
He is surrounded by many people who can help him preach and answer his questions.
For example, Lou Daoyong, the general of the advanced camp who was far away in Donglai County.
For example, Zhao Fusheng, who lived in the palace, led the horse pawn Li Shoushan.
For example, Xin Sixuan and Qu Baotian, the captains of the trapped camp, were located in Wang's Camp.
Such as the many orphans and elderly people who already live in nursing homes.
The end of August passed quietly while Xu Yi was studying crazily.
Soon, time officially entered the golden autumn of September.
While he was still working tirelessly between various teachers.
The impeachment memorial, which lasted for more than ten days, came after a long journey through mountains and rivers.
Finally arrived at Chang'an, the capital.
Finally arrived at the Imperial City Cabinet.
...
...
An autumn rain and a cold.
When the time quietly arrives in September.
Chang'an, the capital city that has gone through hundreds of years of wind and frost, is once again shrouded in the cold autumn rain.
In the study room of the Prince's Mansion in the East Palace.
Crown Prince Xu Yong, dressed in dark jade unicorn uniform, stood at the window sill of the study.
He looked through the half-open window sill at the cold autumn rain outside the window.
This autumn rain has been going on for several days
Long.
And as time goes by, the originally cold autumn rain has become more and more freezing.
However.
At this moment, Xu Yong's heart was even colder and biting than the continuous rain.
I do not know how long it has been.
Xu Yong slowly withdrew his gaze, and then closed the half-open window sill with an expressionless expression.
The closed window sill blocked out the sound of rain outside the window and the lingering chill.
But it couldn't isolate the coldness in Xu Yong's heart.
Xu Yong walked to the desk with an expressionless expression.
He leaned back against the back of the Grand Master's chair, staring blankly at the desk filled with memorials.
In fact, ever since Xu Yi left Beijing.
It only took Xu Yong a month to initially stabilize his basic base.
Although its fundamentals were severely damaged by Xu Yi.
But fortunately, the most important core strength was not seriously damaged.
In the days that followed, his life gradually returned to calm.
However, there is always a thorn hidden in this calm.
A thorn that wakes him from his sleep from time to time.
A thorn in his throat that makes him feel like a stick in his throat every time he thinks about it.
back.
When he was free, Xu Yong thought about it and finally decided to uproot the thorn in advance to avoid future worries.
Of course, this time he didn't want to be as passive as he was during the Guanzhong disaster relief.
With enough time, Xu Yong secretly summoned the think tanks of the dark princelings several times.
The so-called dark princeling think tanks did not know how much effort they put into it, let alone how much energy they expended, repeatedly reviewing Xu Yi's various measures in Guanzhong disaster relief.
Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you fight without danger.
After half a month of painful suffering.
The so-called dark princes finally devised a seamless plan.
Compared to a plan, Xu Yong prefers to call it a conspiracy.
The so-called conspiracy is to use the enemy's tactics and pay respect to the enemy.
To put it simply, it is to attack Xu Yi with the reputation that Xu Yi cares about and values the most.
To ensure that the plan is foolproof.
Xu Yong even used his most trusted subordinate, Ji Yuye.
and Ji Kai, Duke of Zheng.
Unexpectedly.
The conspiracy that I thought was foolproof finally failed.
Xu Yi kicked off his carefully planned conspiracy in an extremely brutal way!
God knows how angry he was deep in his heart after receiving the secret letter sent by Ji Yuye.
Perhaps, even Xu Yong himself had not noticed that his anger was vaguely mixed with lingering fear.
"Huh~!"
In the study room of the Prince's Mansion.
Xu Yong, who leaned back on the Taishi's chair, exhaled a deep sigh of relief.
Then he slowly sat up straight and took out a letter from the mezzanine of the desk that he had read countless times.
Xu Yong slowly pulled out the letter from the envelope and scanned the contents of the letter word by word with extremely solemn eyes.
Until I scanned the signature word "野".
Just gave up.
Xu Yong concentrated for a moment, and then slowly took out a fire seal from the side of the desk.
He burned the letter he had read so many times with his own hands.
After the letter is completely reduced to ashes.
Xu Yi slowly stood up and walked towards the window sill again.
After slowly pushing open the window sill, he once again cast his gaze into the continuous rain.
However, what he was looking at this time was no longer the autumn landscape full of "frost leaves full of red".
Instead, he looked at the long corridor leading to the outside world not far away.
It seemed as if he was waiting for an extremely important guest to appear in the long corridor.
In the cold autumn rain, time is unpredictable.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
A man in a crimson official robe suddenly appeared in the long corridor, walking in a hurry.
Xu Yong was standing next to the window sill the moment the man in crimson official robe appeared in the long corridor.
He quickly turned around and quickly walked out of the study.
In the continuous autumn rain, Xu Yong waved away the little eunuch who came to hold an umbrella.
He stepped into the rain alone.
He walked straight towards the figure in crimson official robe.
Halfway through.
It seemed that he suddenly realized that his move was inappropriate and lacked the dignity of the prince.
Xu Yong slowed down quietly in an instant.
He turned slightly and walked towards the pavilion on the side.
After more than a hundred breaths.
The middle-aged man in a crimson official robe panted and walked to the pavilion outside the study.
