Return on snow

The wilderness is vast, with few distant stars hanging down. Looking at the past from the sentry tower, the dry snow-covered grass is endless, connected with the dark night, as if it is endless.

"Your Highness, the Liao army's reinforcements are increasing day by day. Our army is really unable to do what it wants. It is not wise to continue fighting." Zhou Yang stood respectfully behind Yi Shu, his face was frozen by the cold wind, and Yi Shu was already standing in front of him. Standing here motionless for an hour.

In the night, Yi Shu's eyes were as deep as an abyss. After several tough battles, he had lost his former leisurely attitude, and the new scar on his neck, which had just happened a few days ago, was set off by his smooth skin.

The Liao army was really ambitious this time. The seemingly overwhelming force this time made him realize that the goal of the Liao army this time was not to shoot a lot of food and capture a few cities. All the way to attack the city and plunder the land, he went straight to Wei Jing.

Wei's reinforcements had not yet arrived, and the soldiers of the Zhongyuan Battalion were already exhausted. If they continued to exhaust themselves, they would only be shrouded in sand.

But he cannot retreat now.

The Liao army is gaining momentum, once the Wei army retreats, the Liao army will have an unimpeded front to attack Wei. Every step he takes back now is extremely dangerous.

After passing Xichuan, it is Weitu.He must hold Xichuan's last line of defense until reinforcements arrive.

"I can't retreat." Yi Shu said in a deep voice, "At least ten more days."

Zhou Yang wanted to persuade him again, but was frightened back by Yi Shu's sharp gaze.He couldn't figure out how many emotions were hidden in those dark eyes, but felt that the cold light was like a sword, stabbing him so that he dared not move.

"How is the arrangement at Yijing?"

"Returning to Your Highness, Master Nan Zhao has asked someone to bring news that everything has been properly arranged."

"Yeah." Yi Shu relaxed a little, rubbing his temples, his tired face hard to hide.

Zhou Yang did not retreat according to the etiquette, he hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively: "Dare to ask Your Highness...why did you send Mr. Ning away? With him...maybe he can help us...." Finally" The word "power" was swallowed by Zhou Yangsheng. Although he was always a little dull in the world, he still had some insight.

He bowed and saluted, facing Yi Shu's warning gaze with the top of his head: "Mr....Resign."

After speaking, he ran down the stairs with oil on the soles of his feet, his leather-soled military boots thumping on the wooden steps.His family's prince is unmatched in understanding and reason, but also unmatched in cold-blooded and ruthless, 36 plans are the best.

Yi Shu turned around and continued to gaze into the distance like a sculpture, the blood-stained red shoulder robe fluttering in the wind.

When he received the news that the Liao army's reinforcements had increased greatly, the first thing he thought of was to send Ning Ke away.Until now, he still does not regret this decision.

Ning Ke is about to turn seventeen, even though he is talented in the world, he may not be able to withstand this fierce battle.As a native of Yan, if there is a slight mistake, the tens of thousands of Wei Ying soldiers will have thousands of reasons to execute him.

Besides, he has no obligation to carry it with himself.In this game of chess, Ning Ke is an outsider after all.

As the cool breeze passed by, Yi Shu let out a long breath without a trace, his eyes dimmed like moonlight.

Seeing that he was almost one month old, he could not help but think of that thin young man in green shirt with eyes always filled with indifference. Recently, he thought about it more frequently, and even disturbed him so much that he couldn't sleep peacefully.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" The familiar rough voice sounded again, Yi Shu frowned, and was about to explode: "Zhou Yang, do you want to be punished today, get out!"

"Your Highness, there is a secret report..." Zhou Yang observed the situation a foot away from Yi Shu, and after confirming that it was safe, he presented a worn scroll with both hands: "I just found it on a carrier pigeon outside the camp. The tying wire is tied with the unique olecranon knot of our battalion, thinking that it is news from the military scouts ahead, I will show it to Your Highness first."

Yi Shu, who had stabilized, opened it to take a look, and there was only a line of small characters written profusely on the yellowed paper: the moon will rise, the sun will sink, the dragon dives, and Bai Ze dies.

Zhou Yang glanced at it, and mumbled the twelve words over and over again several times: "What is it? Guessing riddles, this is... let me find out which spies sent it, and I must break his hand!"

Yi Shu raised his eyelids, "Shut up."

Zhou Yang immediately fell silent.

The surroundings became quiet, and even the air was about to freeze.Zhou Yang didn't dare to breathe, he quietly stared at Yi Shu with a black face and silence, he... what did he do wrong this time?

"Immediately summon the army and the leaders of the various ministries to the main account." Yi Shu re-rolled the note and held it tightly in his hand, took two steps and then turned back to order: "Also, clear the king from the account a few days ago Move the stack of books back for me."

It was late at night, the candles in the tent were flickering, and the light and shadow were dim and intertwined.

A group of summoned generals filed in and surrounded the sand table, waiting for Yi Shu who was directly in front of him to speak.

"Your Highness..." Joining the army is a thin old man, he hesitated looking at the "Chuzhou Anecdote" in Yi Shu's hand, hesitating to speak.

There is a strange story recorded in "Chuzhou Anecdotes": When the sun and the moon alternate, the water-riding dragon turns into waves and dives into the deep water, and the spirit beast Bai Ze loses all its feathers and dies in a barren mountain.

One water and one mountain in the book refer to the Li River and Yueze Mountain in Xichuan respectively.And these two places happen to be located on the center line of the battle between the Wei and Liao armies.

After a long time, Yi Shu put down the book and paper, and asked, "How much fire/powder is left?"

The logistics consul replied: "There are more than ten carts, which is still plenty."

"Yeah." Yi Shu nodded, and ordered solemnly: "Zhou Yang, when tomorrow is ugly, you and Captain Zheng will each lead a small group of elite soldiers, and take the soldiers from the Tonghuo Camp to blow up the three stone bridges on the north reaches of the Li River. And next to it is Yueze Mountain."

Captain Zheng was a little puzzled: "With so much gunpowder, I'm afraid they won't be able to blow up Mount Yueze..."

"It doesn't need to be blown up, just block the roads on both sides with rubble." Yi Shu pointed on the map, and everyone suddenly realized that the terrain of Xichuan was extremely dangerous, and there were not many avenues that could pass tens of thousands of troops.If the Yueze Mountain landslide is strong enough, it can just block the surrounding marching avenues.Three stone bridges south of the Lijiang River were bombed, and the remaining wooden bridges would certainly not be able to support the Liao people's iron cavalry. As a result, the Liao army could only transfer ships to transport troops, or choose to fight on water.

After discussing the details for a while, the generals left one after another.The gun/powder inventory is limited, and if you set the wrong position, you will fall short, so he will go to battle tomorrow to raise some points.

He was supposed to rest for a while at night, but he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He simply undressed, clutched the torn "Anecdote of Chuzhou" and the secret letter in his hand, and sat in the dark tent. paced back and forth.

The battle in Xichuan is stalemate, and the flames of war are endless.Although Ning Ke used cryptic words to prevent the content of the carrier pigeon from being exposed after being intercepted by the Liao people, he still couldn't let it go. He didn't know whether he was happy or worried, and he didn't know whether to be happy or worried. Anxiety lingers in my heart, lingering.

He sat down at the table and prepared the pen and paper. Just as he was about to write, his hand suddenly froze.

Forget it, maybe not responding is the best response to him.