Shanheyong Tomb

It has been snowing heavily for two days and two nights. At this moment, the ground is completely covered with silver, but there is still a little snow rustling down, which does not seem to stop.

The military flag on the hill was about to stop blowing, and the soldiers standing guard were almost like sculptures, motionless.

In this August, only Yunxi can get snow.

It is said that if you want to win the battle without fighting, you have to rely on the right time, place and people. Now the time is not right. In addition to attacking other countries and marching thousands of miles, the army has already been exhausted.It is indeed a bit difficult to plan a strategy and win a decisive victory thousands of miles away.

But Zongzheng Junqian has never been defeated since he entered the war at the age of 12. Other people's throne came by waiting, but his country and foundation are definitely built.He didn't want to set a precedent for defeating the war.

A man wearing a black and red battle armor, wearing leather black high boots, and holding a jade white Tibetan gold long sword came out of the tent.

Although he was wearing a battle armor, his slender and tall figure was not concealed, and his complexion showed the wheat color that a man should have because of years of fighting outside.

The lips are slightly thinner, but rosy and moist. Under the sword eyebrows are a pair of red phoenix eyes that are as deep as ink, bottomless, and the ink hair reaches the waist and is tied up high.

From this point of view, such a beautiful man is not like a person who has been fighting outside all year round, and his Zongzheng Lord Qianbian has been fighting outside all year round.

A man who looked like a general came towards him at a constant speed. This man was Su Limo who had fought with him for many years: "Your Majesty!" After saluting, he continued: "Now the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the accumulated water It's all frozen, and water attack may not work, so I have to think of other ways!"

Zongzheng Junqian frowned slightly, and immediately returned to his original state, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "Heaven will not help me, why should I just sit and wait for death!"

Patting Su Limo on the shoulder, he said: "Let the morale of the whole army be boosted, and you must not slack off. I have my own way." His tone was firm, without the slightest hint of discouragement.

Su Limo said: "How about we let go and fight him, anyway, we have more people and they have fewer people!"

Zongzheng Junqian's face changed slightly, and he said angrily: "Stupid, there have been battles in history where less won more!"

Yes, Zongzheng Junqian will never fight unprepared battles, nor will he fight unsure battles, let alone hard battles, not to mention hurting both sides, and it is not clear whether he will win or lose. What he wants is you to die and me to die. live.

Of course, this time he won't fight a protracted war. A protracted war will be very detrimental to our side's operations. On the one hand, we are fighting outside and have insufficient food and grass; on the other hand, we have a long march and insufficient strength.

There are two shortcomings, if you don't use external force, you can only wait for the defeat.

This time when we dispatched troops to Yunxi, we originally planned to attack by water, but chose to build a reservoir on a high ground. If the public is not beautiful today, the reservoir is covered with ice three feet below, which is really a mistake.

Forget it, the title of Zongzheng Junqian "God of War" was not fabricated out of thin air. He called Su Limo into the tent, sat on the couch, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip: "Get the materials locally. !

This battle will be decided tomorrow! "Speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Su Limo was puzzled, but he also tried to guess: "The emperor means to use snow as a material for snowball fights!"

Zongzheng Junqian stood up and said, "That's right, Snowball!" A wicked smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Come here!"

The two walked to the long table. On the long table was a map. Zongzheng Junqian pointed to a certain location on the map and said, "This is our location!"

When he said this, there was no trace of an emperor's posture. From Su Limo's point of view, he seemed to have returned to the general he was many years ago: "We are on the high ground, and this is the place where we chose to build the reservoir!"

Pointing to another place: "Also on the high ground, the battle point we chose is here."

Looking at Su Limo while talking, Su Limo understood, and said: "The emperor means to choose this high ground, turn the snow into a snowball, and turn the snowball into a weapon!"

Zongzheng Junqian said: "That's the case, but it's just a cover, the purpose is to cause their turmoil and disturb the morale of the army, mainly relying on water attacks."

Su Limo was puzzled: "But the water has already..." Zongzheng Junqian knew what he was going to say, and immediately interrupted: "The Yunxi area is named after witches, and it snowed heavily in August. Let's see what happened." It's not as simple as just snowing!"

Su Limo understood, and said: "The emperor means that this snow may be fake?"

Zongzheng Jun frowned, and said: "That's not necessarily true, but the snow fell beyond our expectations, but it was definitely within their expectations."

Luo Zhuyou, Luo Zhuyou, you are asking for your own destruction, the corners of your mouth raised, determined to win, and continued: "So they think we have nothing to do with him, so they must have let down their vigilance now!"

Su Limo was delighted: "The emperor wants to catch him by surprise, by surprise?"

Zongzheng Junqian is also helpless. If he wants to win a battle, there is never a time when he does not make a plan by himself. What do these generals do for food? Can't they learn something by themselves?

Said: "It has only snowed for two days, and the ice in the reservoir is only about three feet. The ice on the top layer has been dug and water has been released—siege the city!"

After speaking, he sat down and continued: "I am waiting for your good news, and remember that you only have one day, and the teacher will return to Beijing the day after tomorrow. If you let me down, bring your head to see you!" After speaking, he picked up the teacup and lightly I took half a sip.

"I obey the order!" Su Limo retreated.

In the battlefield of Yunxi Kingdom, inside the tent, a man wearing an ice-blue silk dress with wide sleeves was sitting on the ground, his eyes were drooping, his eyelashes were curved, and the eyeshadow hit the lower corners of his eyes. On top of it, the mournful notes are played, like flowing clouds and flowing water, one wave is not flat, and another wave rises again, which contains a huge and tenacious power, which is irresistible.

The waterfall-like ink hair cascaded down, and a white suet hairpin was simply inserted on his head, which further set off the poetic luster of his white neck like jade. , raising his eyes slightly, those eyes are like an abyss dotted with stars, but they are bottomless, and a tight breath is enough to make people sink into it.

He got up, picked up the folding fan on the ground, his spine was straight, his body was like a dragon, and his face was even more graceful. In this way, instead of his gentle and elegant demeanor, he had a suave and suave look. excellence.

This person is Luo Qiyuan, the third son of the King of Yunxi. Because he is a concubine, his status is low, and this person is only obsessed with cultivating immortals and the way, and has no intention of politics. It's not unreasonable to call him "the worry-free son".

Now that the country is facing a crisis, it is also a leisurely leisure, so happy.

He has been far away from the world of mortals for a long time, this time the king's brother Luo Qiyu wants to invite him out of the mountains, as the prince of Yunxi, he naturally has a responsibility, and he has no choice but to come forward to rescue him.

Luo Qiyu is honest and honest, if there is no Luo Qiyuan behind his back, he would occasionally get in his hands to fight for the throne, so naturally he would not be the opponent of the second son Luo Qixiang.

Although Luo Qiyu and Luo Qiyuan were not brothers, Luo Qiyu was the only one in the palace who treated him sincerely. How could he stand idly by when his brother died.

After a while, an old man with white hair dressed in black walked into the tent, holding a dust whisk in his hand, with a wooden hairpin in his head, presumably a Taoist priest, with a worried expression on his face, he stood in front of Luo Qiyuan: "My lord!"

Saluted to Luo Qiyuan, Luo Qiyuan raised his eyes, his eyes were clear, and said: "Master Jiying, thank you for your hard work!"

Hearing Luo Qiyuan's greeting, Jiying also relaxed a little, and said with a light expression, "What are you talking about, the young master? It is a poor wish to serve the young master, so let me tell you about the hard work!"

Ji Ying was possessed by the Demon Sect of the Mulling Sect three years ago, and was almost killed. When he was about to become an experimental product, Luo Qiyuan rescued him. follow him.

Luo Qiyuan continued to ask: "How?"

Jiying's face returned to its original state, Luo Qiyuan said: "Don't worry, real person, but it's okay to say!"

Only then did Ji Ying say: "Looking at the sky, the second day of heavy snow, the second day of light snow, and the next day the snow will stop, which is in line with Zongzheng Junqian's wishes."

Luo Qiyuan was not surprised either, and showed a sneer, as if he was bloodthirsty, why bother?Fighting and fighting, fighting again and again, isn't it suffering the people of the world.

He said again, "Brother Wang, do you know about this?"

Jiying answered one by one: "The son of the world has already accepted the challenge, so I don't know yet."

When Luo Qiyuan heard this, he was a little unhappy, but the next second his face was as calm as water: "Take me to see Brother Wang quickly?"

No one was seen in the Dongying war zone, only a high-pitched laughter came out of it: "Hahaha...he is the emperor of the emperor, known as the god of war, and he must have never imagined today that I, Feixue, in Yunxi in August Weird weather, this time his title of God of War may have to give way!" He laughed again.

Luo Qiyuan walked into the tent, but Luo Qiyu was not there, only Luo Qixiang led a group of soldiers drinking, he was very surprised to see Luo Qiyuan's arrival.

Of course, everyone has the desire to love beauty, and most people are like that. Not only do they think of their own beauty, but they also like the beauty of others. A group of soldiers were stunned.

Luo Qixiang was already slightly drunk, and it took him a while to recover. He hated this younger brother since he was a child, but he didn't expect him to become more and more handsome in recent years. Although he is rarely in the palace, it is only during festivals or other important events. The incident only occasionally returns to the palace, but as soon as he returns to the palace, Luo Qixiang's limelight will be completely highlighted by him.

Some young girls are even more strange, in order to take a look at Luo Qiyuan, it would be a pity to say that they would die.Of course, he himself has to admit that Luo Qiyuan is really irresistible, and he will fall into his trap and fall into it.

But the more so, the more he disliked him.

Seeing the stunned look of all the soldiers, he was furious and said, "Everyone, keep drinking!" The soldiers did not dare to disobey, and lowered their heads to drink.

Luo Qiyuan saluted him: "Brother Wang!"

Luo Qixiang insisted on finding trouble for nothing, trying his best to hurt Luo Qiyuan, sneered: "Yo! Brother Yuan, don't blame me for being tired from fighting for my brother, so I can't recognize my brother for a while!"

Luo Qiyuan knew that he deserved a beating, so he didn't bother to talk to him, but this man made an inch of it, and said to the soldiers: "Look at my younger brother, he is getting more and more graceful."

Then he turned to Luo Qiyuan, and said: "Brother, this military camp is not a place for little girls!" As he spoke, he amused a group of soldiers, and everyone burst into laughter. After all, he was a bastard, and his mother was just a maid. No status.

It's one thing to admire his peerless beauty, but another to laugh at him.

If he dared to say such things in normal times, Luo Qiyuan can guarantee that he would have beaten his ass out of him long ago, looking for teeth all over the place, but his family ugliness should not be exposed.

Too lazy to argue with him: "It seems that Brother Wang is overworked and his eyes are blurred!"

Luo Qixiang wanted to continue talking, but was interrupted by Luo Qiyuan: "Since Brother Yu is not here, then my brother will not disturb Brother Wang's pleasure, please continue!" With a wide smile, he fascinated all beings.

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, went to the tent door, stood still, and said, "However, I can remind Brother Wang, don't lose your self-confidence before you have fought!"

After speaking, we left the tent.

When he was far away, Luo Qixiang was furious: "When is it your turn to educate me, a bastard, damn it!"

Then he said to all the soldiers: "Go on, go on, don't let this bitch spoil your interest!"

Sitting down, he did not forget to complain: "Brother Yu, brother Yu, only your brother Yu is important!"

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This is my first post in Jinjiang, I hope you all like it!