Senior sister Bai Yueguang has picked up the BE male second script

[Northern Border, Yongzhou City]

The cold wind at night made people panic, and all the soldiers in the city rubbed their hands. It was already so cold before the autumnal equinox, and the temperature difference between day and night was too great. Many people in the military camp were already infected with typhoid fever.

The people had moved to other cities. Ye Hongyu dismounted and inspected the soldiers in the city. Someone held the horse next to him.

"His Royal Highness." A soldier ran over holding a crane cloak and put it on him.

Ye Hongyu looked at his hand that was tying the crane cloak for him. Although there was no contact, he could already feel the coldness of his hand on his neck.

"Is it so cold every winter?"

The little soldier was stunned, "Your Majesty, I don't know something. In the bitterly cold places in the north, winter begins earlier than in other places. In previous years, it often snowed after frost."

Ye Hongyu raised his eyes and looked around, seeing some soldiers still wearing unlined clothes, he frowned and asked, "Do we have winter clothes every year?"

The little soldier rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "We haven't fought in Daxian for fifty years. The winter clothes of the soldiers guarding the border are all old. They have been worn for a long time. When they are torn, they are not mended and worn again. They do not fight against the imperial court. Naturally, the money should be spent elsewhere. Apart from the fact that military pay can be paid out on time, I don’t want to pay so much for other items. After all, the weapons are all very rusty.”

Ye Hongyu narrowed his eyes, looked at the luxurious and warm crane cloak on his body, and stepped back without saying a word.

The young soldier scratched his head, and an older soldier passing by said to him: "Why are you telling the prince this? The war is not going well. The prince has a headache, not enough food and grass, and he has to carry winter clothes."

……

Ye Hongyu, who returned to the city lord's palace, was writing on the desk. His handwriting was different from Mu Qing's. If Mu Qing's handwriting was Zhong Liuyuxiu, like Qingyun exploring the moon, Ye Hongyu's writing was sharp and sharp, like a sword taking an eccentric direction.

He had a handsome face. After he arrived in the north with the Silver Scale Guards and summoned the northern army, he found that the northern army was less than [-] people, and the Mongolian army of [-] pressed on the border. In terms of size, horses, and weapons, Da Xian's army pales in comparison to Da Xian's army. There is a huge difference. If they don't practice in peacetime, when it comes time to fight, the enemy will be well prepared, but Da Xian's troops and horses are insufficient, and their food and grass are empty...

He alone cannot stabilize the war situation, and the Cangzhou Civil War also requires the distraction of the army. The front lines on both sides are stretched, and the court is afraid that it will be difficult to sustain.

Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, the soldiers don't even have winter clothes. Let alone regaining the three states and taking the initiative to send troops, defending Yongcheng is not a long-term solution.

Ye Hongyu handed the written memorial to the messenger next to him.

"Report quickly to the court."

His voice was much calmer and less indulgent than a boy. It seemed that the edges had been smoothed out these days, making him appear to be more mature and steady, quite like the old king of Zhenbei.

As soon as the messenger soldiers went out, Ye Hongyu heard a drum beating.

He quickly stepped out of the door and said to the soldiers at the door: "Strengthen the army."

Without stopping, he climbed up the city wall and saw the Mongol soldiers below raising their flags and calling for battle.

"You stay in Yongcheng like a tortoise all day long. This Yongcheng is your tortoise shell!"

"Hahahahahaha, it deserves the name "Yong" city."

The man at the head below was riding on a horse. He was a strong man with a beard and a muscular face. He shouted with a loud voice:

"The Prince of Zhenbei is just a young boy. Come here and use their people to sacrifice the flag!"

The Mongol soldiers under the city escorted several people to the front of the formation. Although those people were dressed in rags, they could be recognized at a glance as wearing great clothes. The swords fell, and the heads of several people fell to the ground, and blood spattered on the Mongwu soldiers. On the soldier's face, another soldier raised his hand arrogantly and licked it, laughing loudly.

"Udal!" Ye Hongyu gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists.

……