Politics and Non-Politics - Desire

The chilling cicadas are miserable, and the showers have just stopped.Wild geese come back from the cold north, like children who have returned home after a long time.A few days later, Ying Zheng and his party embarked on a journey back to the frontier, and the road was still muddy.Han Fei sat in the carriage, opened the curtain and looked back. The gate of the capital city was like a small ink dot, drifting away from him, but it was always there, unable to get away.After all, it is also a place that carries too many feelings, either love or hate.It's just that in this situation now, all these feelings are insignificant. He, Han Fei, has never been a person who repays evil with virtue.Since it is destined to fight, it is better to climb to the highest peak before losing everything.

After leaving the city gate, we headed northward all the way. The further we went north, the colder the weather became.After driving for several days, the group finally arrived at the post house in the evening.After getting off the carriage, a gust of cold wind howled past. Although it was not the middle of winter, it was already biting.Han Fei couldn't help rubbing the backs of some of his hands. After entering the room, he poured himself a cup of hot tea. The boiling hot tea slowly warmed his body.After stretching again, after riding in a carriage for a day, my whole body became stiff.

After dinner, the sky was completely dark, and it was raining again. In the guest room, Han Fei was wearing a jacket and a thick cloak, and was reading a book carefully.

Hearing a sudden knock on the door, Han Fei walked quickly and opened the door, frowning slightly.Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Ying Zheng wrapped in military uniform. Ying Zheng had a solemn face, "Sir, the situation in Weijiang City has changed. We can't stay here any longer. We have to go back quickly."

Han Fei was a little surprised, what kind of emergency military situation would make Ying Zheng so urgent.Before he had time to think about it, Han Fei immediately put on his clothes, packed his light luggage, and left with Ying Zheng downstairs.

In front of the post house, soldiers in iron armor are riding on horses, standing still like a forest, solemn and solemn, standing still in the cold autumn rain.Ying Zheng walked to the front surrounded by gold and iron horses, his head was raised high from beginning to end, his back was as straight as pines and cypresses, and his pair of phoenix eyes were as bright as lightning.He got on his horse and said loudly, "Let's go!"

Leap the horse and raise the whip, and gallop thousands of miles across the country.

Han Fei sat in the carriage, watched the scene, and said calmly: "The tiger has returned to the mountain."

At this time, the front of the Sakchi border was full of wind and sand, which was different from the chilling cicadas of Ying Zheng and his party. The north wind on the grassland was as cold as a knife at night. The soldiers standing on the watchtower had their lips turned purple by the north wind. The rough fingers were also chapped several times from the cold.Even so, he still insisted on his post, monitoring every move of Liao Rong for the army.

The wounded who came and went to the military doctor's office for treatment either wailed or passed out, their original faces were stained red with blood, and the pain took away their vitality.The corpses of the defenders who died on the battlefield were lined up one by one. Some had mutilated limbs, and some still maintained their appearance before the battle. Death imprinted in the mind.The air is filled with the breath of death and blood, which stimulates everyone's most sensitive nerves.Looking at Pao Ze, who was chatting and laughing with him just a moment ago, now dying in peace, the Western Qin Army was filled with righteous indignation, and vowed to make the Liao Rong people pay for their debts with blood!

The solemn atmosphere of death and the failure of defending the Sakchi Plain made people depressed and resentful. At this moment, a group of people surrounded a general and walked towards the camp like a knife.This officer, named Jia Ting, grew up in Weijiang City since he was a child, and determined to join the army when he grew up. From an ordinary soldier to a fierce general under Ying Zheng's command, he has gone through countless bloody journeys.

"General!" The soldiers on guard shouted loudly when they saw someone coming.Jia Ting nodded slightly, and was satisfied to see that although his army was defeated, it was still orderly and calm.He raised the curtain and strode in.

Several generals were in the tent, surrounding a pair of sheepskin maps, studying them attentively.Seeing this, Jia Ting asked, "How is the situation now?"

A young general strode forward and replied loudly: "General! We might as well fight with the gangsters of Liao Rong! Recapture Sakqi! The last general is willing to be the vanguard! Open the way for the army!" His dark facial features Twitching faintly because of heartache and resentment, gritting his teeth, his eyes were like torches.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and as soon as the words came out, the other generals also began to take the initiative to fight.

Jia Ting looked at the group of vigorous men and said in a loud voice, "Shut up all of them!"

"We are still capable of fighting, not to mention that there are tens of thousands of guards in Weijiang City ready to support at any time. Why..." The young general was about to refute, when Jia Ting's stern eyes swept around. The passionate men immediately fell silent and lowered their heads.

How can I not know their resentment, but Jia Ting still shook his head, "I have already made a mistake, I lost the Sakchi Plain, and I am determined not to make another mistake. Besides, the prince has received the news, let us stand still and stick to it." Living in the current position, he is rushing back day and night with all his strength."

Hearing that Ying Zheng was coming back soon, this group of rebellious soldiers all showed joy. Ying Zheng's return is undoubtedly great news.

Jia Ting looked at their excited faces, and said to an older lieutenant general, "Ji Su, you will succeed me in the future and become the prince's right-hand man."

The pupils of the lieutenant general named Ji Su suddenly dilated, and even the several generals beside him were deeply shocked.Ji Su hurriedly said: "Although my lord lost Sakqi, but the circumstances are justifiable, the prince will definitely forgive me."

"I lost such an important Sakqi, how many brothers sacrificed to get it! The lord has always been very clear about rewards and punishments. It is a great favor for the lord not to kill me."

"But..." Ji Su still wanted to persuade him.

But Jia Ting motioned him not to say any more, "I don't have the face to see the lord and so many brothers!" Jia Ting felt so guilty that he ignored the Liao Rong's trap and caused so many brothers to die in vain.

After driving for several hours in a row, it was almost noon, and Ying Zheng and his party finally stopped at a river to rest.Han Fei looked at Ying Zheng with some concern. He drove for so long without closing his eyes all night. This man really thought he was a man of iron.Anyway, I still slept in the carriage for a while.

Walking to Ying Zheng's side, he raised his head and looked at him, "Would you like to rest in the carriage for a while, my lord?" Looking at the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, he inadvertently felt a little distressed.

Knowing that Han Fei was concerned about him, he smiled at him and said, "No need, there is still a short journey to Weijiang City." After shaking Han Fei's cold hand, "Sir, are you okay?"

"I've been locked in the carriage by you all this time, and I'm almost moldy." Han Fei looked at him reproachfully.

"The cold rain has been falling from last night to this morning. How can you bear it, sir." Ying Zheng raised his hand and brushed the broken hair beside his ears, "But now that the rain has stopped, sir, you can ride a horse if you want."

Han Fei turned to look at his black armor. The blood-red cloak was like fire. The black armor and red scarf intertwined into a solemn and solemn painting.He asked him again, "Is the situation on the border really so urgent?"

Now that he was brought to the frontier, Ying Zheng no longer shy away from him, and directly showed him the military newspaper. "What do you think sir?"

Han Fei looked at his frowning brows and smiled slightly, "It's really urgent, but it's not urgent."

"Indeed, but since Sakqi has been captured, it is my king's territory, how can a gang of mobs be allowed to make trouble!" Ying Zheng's long eyebrows sank, and a deep voice came from his chest. There are murderous intentions in the blink of an eye.