My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Juyongguan.

The heavy snow like goose feathers has been falling profusely for two days. The road is blocked by heavy snow. On the vast snowy field outside the mouth, the Jinjun camp is almost piled up with snow as high as half a person. The desolate Jinjun stepped on the thick snow in groups Looking at the Juyongxiong Pass, which is visible to the naked eye, on the snow, my heart is getting heavier.

It has been two months since Juyongguan was attacked.

Heavy casualties.

Wanyan Zongpan organized more than ten large-scale storms successively, almost exhausting all his strength, and the one hundred thousand gold army also fell more than 2 people in front of Juyongguan, but Juyongguan was still unattainable and unbreakable.

Especially in this severe cold weather, tackling key problems has almost become a luxury.

Successive defeats, loss of soldiers and generals, hunger and cold, the Jin army's morale was broken, and the war weariness in the army became more and more intense.

In the handsome tent, although three or five braziers were placed to make the tent warm like spring, Wanyan Zongpan's heart was like an ice cellar.

He knew very well in his heart that in this harsh winter, it was no longer possible to tackle key problems.

And even if they are resting in place, it is really a question of whether many Jinjun can survive this cold winter that has not been seen in decades.

In the spring of the next year, once the ice and snow melt, the Yan army will definitely take advantage of the situation to go out and launch a fierce counterattack.

He knows that the Yan army in the pass is 15, and his [-] army has been reduced by more than [-]%.

And the morale and morale of the army are even more incomparable.

Under the ebb and flow, it is really hard for Wanyan Zongpan to imagine, if it really comes to that juncture, will his camp be defeated by the Yan people, and the army will be defeated like a mountain.

And because he has been attacking for a long time, Wu Qimai's main force has been unable to attack Gubeikou for a long time.

The established plan to invade the Central Plains south has almost become a kind of joke because of his inability to break through at this stage.

Retreat?

Wanyan Zongpan suddenly had this idea in his mind, which made him feel very ashamed and embarrassed.

He was also the one who instigated domestic sentiments and launched the southern invasion.

Now that he has retreated without success and returned to Shangjing, how will he face the subjects of Dajin?

Not to mention how to face his father, Emperor Wu Qimai.

Wanyan Zongpan turned his head to look at Wanyan Zongya who was standing on the side.

Wanyan Zongya also looked at him.

When the eyes of the two met, they actually understood each other's meaning.

retreat! ! !
If the soldiers don't retreat, the one hundred thousand gold army will all be buried in the vast snow outside the Juyong Pass.

As a result, Jin Guo will be severely injured, and even the day of extinction is not far away.

Wanyan Zongya lowered his voice and said: "Brother, Juyongguan cannot be attacked for a long time, and the morale of the army is broken. If we persist here for a long time, I am worried that there will be changes in the army.

It is better to take advantage of the heavy snow and the unpreparedness of the Yan people, and order the army to pull out the camp and retreat to the direction of Bei'an Prefecture, and join forces with the emperor's army.

Wait until next spring, when the ice and snow melt, and then make plans. "

The corner of Wanyan Zongpan's mouth twitched, and he was silent for a moment, before he sighed and said: "Zongya, it was someone's idea to invade the Yan Kingdom in the south. Now that he has lost his army and returned without success, let someone have the face to meet his father and face the king. Jin Chaoye up and down?"

Wanyan Zongya pursed her pale and thin lips and said, "Brother, that's better than ruining this army! My Dajin only has this 30 army now. If it is ruined because of this, in the next spring, once the Yan people counterattack, my Dajin How will it resist?

Brother, personal honor and disgrace are minor matters, but the prosperity of the country is a major one, please think twice, brother! "

Wanyan Zongya bowed.

Wanyan Zongpan's complexion changed, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and shouted decisively: "Quickly pass on the commander's military order, the whole army will move out, the rear team will become the front team, and slowly withdraw to Bei'an Prefecture!"

…………

The scene of the vast snow field is very spectacular, and the sky and the earth are vast.

Han Shizhong stood on the tower of Juyongguan, looked around at the generals and laughed and said, "Everyone, such a magnificent snow scene is really rare. This commander reminded me of His Majesty's swan song, Qinyuanchun, Snow.

The scenery of the northern country is covered with ice for thousands of miles and snow drifts for thousands of miles.Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing left but wild; the river goes up and down, and suddenly loses its torrential flow.The mountain dancing silver snake, the original galloping wax figure, wants to compete with the God of Heaven..."

Han Shizhong recited Wang Lin's words loudly, and suddenly the general Han Qi exclaimed: "Commander, it's not good, the Jin camp has changed. Judging from the posture, it seems that the Jin people are about to retreat!"

Han Shizhong smiled indifferently, looked at the direction of the Jinren camp, and said in silence for a moment: "The Jinren can't attack for a long time, and they can't survive this harsh winter. The retreat has long been expected by the commander. However, the commander did not expect , this Wanyan Zongpan is quite decisive, and it would be the best policy for him to choose to retreat at this time."

Han Qi cupped her hands and said, "Commander, the general is willing to lead an army of [-] out of the pass to chase after the Jinren!"

All the generals also opened their mouths to ask for a fight.

Han Shizhong shook his head and said indifferently: "No need, the so-called poor should not chase after them. Besides, it is not suitable for marching because of such heavy snow that the road is buried in the snow. If our army goes out to pursue, the Jin people will be defeated like a mountain, but our army will also be damaged by it. ,inappropriate."

Han Shizhong refused the generals' request to pursue the Jinren, and allowed the [-] Jin army to retreat slowly to Bei'an Prefecture under the eyes of the Yan army.

……

Shangjing.

The camel bell rang, and a group of foreign caravans from Xixia and the Western Regions entered the capital with hundreds of people.

Because the emperor personally led the army to conquer the country of Yan, and there were only a handful of soldiers and horses left behind in the country. In Shangjing, that is, Wanhu Wanyan Hulu led 5000 troops under his command to stay in Shangjing to defend the imperial capital of the Kingdom of Jin.

The caravan dispersed into the posthouses and inns specially opened by CICC in Shangjing for merchants, and then a handsome young man quietly left the posthouse and headed towards the south of the city.

Xinglong Restaurant, this tavern is obviously opened by the Han people. The overall architectural style is similar to that of the Central Plains. Whether it is the signboard flag flying high, or the gilded couplets facing the tavern entrance, and the four red lanterns hanging at the entrance, they all bring It has a strong Chinese flavor.

But most of the people who go in and out of the tavern to drink are the dignitaries of Shangjing.

Wearing gorgeous fur and carrying a machete on his waist, the noble sons and sons of the Kingdom of Jin kept in touch.

The young man entered the tavern quietly, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old clerk greeted him immediately. He caught a glimpse of a copper badge on the young man's chest, his eyes flashed, and without saying a word, he immediately took the man Let him into a private room inside.

A bearded man in his thirties stared at the young man who entered the door with piercing eyes, his demeanor was dignified and majestic.

The young man took a deep look at the other party, then collected himself, bowed and said, "Jinyiwei Baihu Linhe, meet Feng Qianhu!"

The bearded man is none other than Jin Yiwei's secret spy leader stationed in Shangjing, Qianhu Feng Kun.

Feng Kun said indifferently: "Lin He, I think back then, you and I met once in Zhending, and it has been a long time since I sneaked into Shangjing under the order of Marquis Yan..."

Lin He didn't talk nonsense, and directly took out the Jinyiwei's secret letter sealed with fire wax from his arms, and handed it over.

Feng Kun opened it and his expression changed suddenly.

It will end in the near future, and I will go to the countryside recently. The time cannot be guaranteed, so the update may be a little abnormal, but it will be soon.Feel sorry.