Chapter 1 Why Does the Fire of War Burn?

The question was as foolish as, 'Why do autumn leaves fall?'

Regardless of whether it's due to the cold preventing water absorption or the accumulation of minerals, the falling of autumn leaves is the way of nature... Similarly, in the current situation, with a full-scale war having lasted for ten years, there's no need to repeatedly emphasize the suffering of the people in the Two Rivers region, the number of times Guanlong has been plundered, or the extent to which the Central Plains cities have been massacred, or even bring up the Jingkang Humiliation.

As early as the beginning of autumn this year, when the Zhao Song emperor returned from the south, everyone knew in their hearts that war was coming. Even the Jin high officials in the Shangshu province, after hearing Qin Hui and Wushu's analysis, simply nodded, muttering in their hearts that it had arrived!

Everyone knew that there would be a war, that there *had* to be a war. Everyone already knew that the mountain was going to collapse and the land was going to crack. But when the moment of collapse and cracking actually arrived, whether in the north or south, everyone couldn't help but feel a twitch in their eyelids, a prickling at their roots, and a start in their hearts.

In early October, early winter had arrived, but the weather was still warm, and the Yellow River's water volume remained abundant. Several old channels could still accommodate large ships.

After ten days of mobilization at the end of autumn, because the Zhao emperor officially issued the decree from Zilu Sa in Jingdong, the Song army also entered a state of combat roughly from east to west. The only slight exception was Shaanxi Prefecture—Li Yanxian's troops already held Pinglu, the only proper city of the Song army in Hebei, and the surrounding troops had already carried out several rounds of encirclement of Hezhong Prefecture. Therefore, this time it was a familiar path, and they immediately dispatched troops upon receiving the decree.

In other words, at the very beginning of October, the Song and Jin countries had already opened a front stretching from Fengling Ferry to the Bohai Sea, a distance of seventeen hundred *li*.

And that was not all. It was conceivable that as Han Shizhong and Wu Jie launched their attacks in turn, the front would continue to extend beyond the river, and the extreme length of the war's front might reach a truly significant three thousand *li*.

The early winter sun was warm but not dazzling, and the early winter rain was drizzling but not gloomy.

On the coast of the East Sea, Li Bao, who had long been unable to restrain himself, received a military order and immediately led his troops out of port with his deputy general Cui Bangbi. He led a fleet of warships that was not large enough to overwhelm the Jin navy northward, but crossed the Magu River estuary, which his military mission required him to suppress, and even crossed the Cangzhou Mountains north of the estuary, heading straight for the Xiaoshan Mountains of Cangzhou.

That was where the Jin navy led by Li Qi, the former commander of the puppet Qi navy and now the deputy commander of the Jin navy, was located.

In fact, Li Qi, as a local tyrant and pirate leader from Dengzhou, had once organized a volunteer army after the Jingkang Incident, claiming to go up the river to serve the emperor. However, times and fate are what they are. In those days, the heroes in the Shandong volunteer army, such as Li Bao, Li Kui, Monk Liu, Xu Dadao, Hu Cheng, Du Yan, Wu Shun, and Li Zhang, were not necessarily worse than each other. But often, because of a single thought or a point in time, they drifted along and embarked on completely different paths.

Who was right and who was wrong might have been decided, but who would have the last laugh was not yet certain.

Here in Qingzhou, Jingdong East Road, Tian Shizhong was unusually calm after receiving the decree and military orders. But instead of rushing to send troops, he followed the usual practice and took the initiative to give a detailed report to his father-in-law, Zhang Jun… Only after Zhang Jun nodded did he issue the order for the entire army to cross the river, first concentrating their forces to seize Yanci, and then dividing their forces to capture Zhao'an, Shanghe, Wudi, and Leling.

Not only that, after actually entrusting the vanguard task to several nephews and confidants of Zhang Jun, Tian Shizhong still chose to stay in Qingzhou and share a banquet with Zhang Jun, a banquet for only the two of them.

What this father and son, unrelated by blood, said in private, no one knew.

Further west, it was raining in the Jinan area, and this section of the Yellow River front was so calm that it was almost silent. The heavy troop group of the Imperial Vanguard Army stationed here, as the earliest to be mobilized, had long gathered upstream, and in the rain, countless conscripted Jingdong people were transporting the local warehouses upstream, regardless of the muddy ground… Under the hazy rain, the scenery on the road seemed no different from the situation when Liu Yu conquered Dongping Prefecture in those days.

Dong'a City, Dongping Prefecture, Wan Qiyu, the Pacification Commissioner of Jingdong West Road, arrived early at this important material transfer point after receiving the decree.

Today, in the face of a sudden early winter rain, after inspecting the warehouse situation for the day and ordering the laborers to cook two more bowls of porridge for lunch, Pacification Commissioner Wan refused to be followed by his staff and dismissed their flattery. He ascended the north gate tower of Dong'a City alone, and then silently looked north with his hands behind his back, letting the rain wet his purple robe.

If it were a sunny day, you could see Mount Wu on the opposite bank of the Ji River from here, and even in the flood season, you could vaguely see the Yellow River channel not far behind Mount Wu. But at this time, the winter rain was pouring down, the weather was gloomy, and no one knew what Wan Qiyuanzhong was actually seeing.

And why was he silent?

To the west of Dongping Prefecture was Zilu Sa. After the Zhao emperor personally appeared on the opposite bank of the river, and the Third Prince Eliduo suddenly died, the greatly shocked magistrate of Liaocheng made the decision to surrender the city, and successfully welcomed the Song army into this important military town at the first time.

But unexpectedly, Yue Pengju did not choose to continue expanding his victory by using Liaocheng as a breakthrough. Instead, he ordered Tian Shizhong to quickly dispatch the downstream Dizhou, while he and his main force chose to advance from the upstream Zilu Sa.

Concentrating as many as 40,000 joint forces of the Imperial Vanguard Army and the navy, crossing the river on a large scale here, told the world in a real sense that the Song army was launching a northern expedition!

With the crossing successfully completed, the Song army quickly seized Guancheng on the opposite bank of the river with absolute superior forces, using a posture of Mount Tai pressing down.

Then, ignoring the more than 10,000 Jin main force elites behind them that might not have been completely withdrawn, they continued westward, quickly sweeping through Chaocheng, Liuta Ji and other places, and seizing Shanghu Sa the next day, allowing the Imperial Navy to enter the eastward flow of the Yellow River without hindrance.

This was the second river channel from south to north in the three channels and five forks of the Yellow River in the Hebei area, and it was also one of the main channels, with a certain strategic significance.

However, just as Ali did not hesitate to abandon Liaocheng in the face of Yue Fei's main force and went north, the warships and equipment in Shanghu Sa were also taken away by the garrison early on, and it seemed that they should have been sent to the Maling Pass in front of Daming Prefecture early… Obviously, Gao Jingshan, the commander of the Daming Prefecture Military Department of the Jin Kingdom, remained sober and made the most reasonable strategic decision he could.

That was, to maintain the living forces and carry out strategic contraction before the person who could really make decisions and fight big battles arrived.

At the same time, as the Song army crossed the river, the Jin army began to abandon the last trace of illusion. Around Daming Prefecture, the Jin army was everywhere, conscripting men and searching for any useful food, ironware, and wood.

At this time, the decree related to signing troops for the Yanjing Shangshu province meeting had not even been sent to Daming Prefecture.

Also because the Song army seized Shanghu Sa, a large number of laborers began to arrive in the Hebei area by boat without any doubt.

Zhou Bin, the leader of the first *tun* (agricultural unit) of the Jia grade in He'yin, was one of them. As the location of the civilian *tun* in He'yin, this first *tun* of the Jia grade, which was full of refugees and veterans, had always been affiliated to the sequence of the Imperial Navy. They had known for many years that once a war broke out, they would have to undertake the corvée to transport supplies to the Imperial Navy.

But this time, the journey was obviously beyond their imagination… In a few days, they followed the large ships of the Imperial Navy downstream, and became the first batch of laborers to cross the river in a daze.

On the Yellow River, when the people on the boat gradually realized where they were going, some *tun* people who had fled from Hebei couldn't help but cheer and jump on the boat, even losing their composure and shedding tears, while some *tun* people who had been displaced from the Central Plains seemed numb and incomprehensible, and even felt fear about coming to this unfamiliar area of Hebei.

As the *tunzhang* (unit leader), and with the status of a county official, Zhou Bin stood up with his carrying pole, originally wanting to scold those cheering Hebei boys and comfort those Central Plains *tun* people. But when he stood up from the boat, looked around, saw the countless ships, flags, soldiers, and laborers in his field of vision, the faintly visible outlines of towns and markets in Hebei, and then looked back and noticed the unchanging eastward flow of the great river under his feet shining in the sun, he seemed a little dazed.

Drawing his sword, he looked around in confusion.

For no reason, this scholar-official-turned-hero from He'yin who had once proclaimed himself to be both civil and military talent during the Jingkang turmoil, but was quickly shattered by the times, the leader of the first *tun* of the Jia grade in He'yin, suddenly thought of this poem.

But soon, he thought of his Hebei wife, his son who was still in swaddling clothes, and the origin that his father-in-law kept mentioning after a few cups of turbid wine during festivals… It seemed to be Guantao, but where was Guantao?

No one cared where Guantao was, at least the big shots in Tokyo didn't care.

For Tokyo, this expected war came too hastily. The army set off in a hurry, the emperor traveled west in a hurry, and Yue Fei had already led the main force across the river. The city of Tokyo was still worried about countless troubles.

Not to mention that Grand Councilor Zhang Deyuan had become cautious because of the previous memorial turmoil, the rest of the important officials were also working hard in silence because of the previous serious mistakes… However, from the chief executives and ministers to the deputy ministers of the six ministries, they found that whenever they solved a problem with all their heart, many times more new problems would arrive.

It wasn't their fault. It really wasn't their fault.

The autumn tax from the south this year was still on the way to transport, and here they had to immediately launch the corvée from the four circuits of the Central Plains again… One prefecture and seven *zhou* (provinces), thirty-eight counties in Jingdong East Road, four prefectures, five *zhou*, one military prefecture, forty-three counties in Jingdong West Road, one prefecture, seven *zhou*, one military prefecture, thirty-one counties in Jingnan West Road, four prefectures, five *lu* (circuits), one military prefecture, sixty-three counties in Jingxi North Road, plus the sixteen counties in Kaifeng Prefecture itself, totaling thirty-eight prefectures, two hundred and one counties… Such a huge mobilization was unprecedented in itself.

The Ministry of Revenue needed to count the population, conscript laborers, and verify supplies; the Ministry of War needed to measure military resources, coordinate military equipment, from armor pieces to bows and crossbows, from the military pay of family members in the rear to the selection and deployment of reserve officers, all had to be careful; because if there was a slight error, the Ministry of Works would directly return it.

And the Ministry of Works was not deliberately making things difficult, they were responsible for directly connecting with the front line, military affairs were major national affairs, and the Zhao emperor himself was waiting quietly in Luoyang to set off, who dared to make mistakes?

Even the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Justice were at a loss for what to do with the local disputes and the assessment of officials, and the Court of State Ceremonies was constantly intimidating the Koreans in Beijing day and night, and had to take time to study how to deal with the Japanese samurai who might arrive next month with the Ministry of War.

In this case, the people of the Ministry of Rites had simply gone to the Privy Council to help.

For a time, in the entire Tokyo, only the *Dibao* (official gazette) reported that everything was fine, and the momentum was magnificent. Today, the great victory on the river successfully crossed the river, and tomorrow, the Imperial Vanguard Army was directly approaching Daming Prefecture… However, after only two issues were published, as the military news from the front line became slow, Hu Quan, the editor of the *Dibao*, didn't know what to say.

He couldn't say with a dark face that Hezhong Prefecture had already been captured, right?

Wang Lun, the Minister of the Court of State Ceremonies, had complained to Hu Quan several times, why didn't he separate the four counties captured by the Imperial Vanguard Army to talk about?

Four great victories, how wonderful?!

Hu Quan also only hated that he had acted too quickly… And on this night, this famous editor racked his brains and sat alone until late at night before writing an article on the manuscript paper in front of him saying that the emperor had personally arrived on the river, and Hezhong Prefecture was surrounded on three sides and had become something in a bag.

That's right, Hezhong Prefecture had not been captured, but it would be captured soon!

Of course, the Zhao emperor definitely did not personally arrive on the river, and Hezhong Prefecture could not be directly surrendered.

In fact, just as the entire front gradually came into contact with the enemy, the Zhao emperor himself was slowly advancing westward in the safe Luoyang Basin under the protection of the Imperial Central Army… The only major thing he did in the past two days was to remember that there was a former envoy, Yuwen Xuzhong, in Chang'an who had lost his value since the beginning of the Northern Expedition, and then hastily issued an edict to him, ordering him to focus on supervising logistics and ensuring the supply of the Hedong Army, and so on.

After all, although today was different from the past, and this emperor's persona of 'knowing soldiers and being a wise ruler' was already very powerful, if a regional big city at the level of Hezhong Prefecture was not captured, no one would allow this emperor to cross the river.

Speaking of Hezhong Prefecture, it was the first strategically significant stop in the Northern Expedition.

For a long time, the Song court had been constantly improving and refining the Northern Expedition plan, but no matter how it was improved or adjusted, it could not escape the tacitly agreed upon strategy of destroying the Jin of Yue Fei and Lü Zhi—first take Hedong, and with Hedong in hand, the strategic location of the Taihang Mountains would be high above, and Hebei would be in hand sooner or later.

Not only that, the internal terrain of Hedong, that is, the so-called mountains and rivers on both sides, could also ensure that the results of the Northern Expedition would not be easily abandoned.

The entire Hedong area was bordered by the Taihang Mountains in the east, the Lüliang Mountains in the west, surrounded by the Great River, and internally strung four basins from southwest to northeast, just like two long steamed buns wrapped four meat balls strung together—and these four meat balls were the Yuncheng Basin where Hezhong Prefecture was located, the Linfen Basin in the Jinzhou Quwo area, the Taiyuan Basin where Taiyuan was located, and the Datong Basin where Datong Prefecture was located.

These four basins were all close to the west and strung together. After getting one, you could defend one. After getting four, the remaining Shangdang Basin in the east had no reason to survive independently, so the results would never be easily abandoned. This was completely different from the Hebei area, where the dry season was basically flat, allowing the Jurchen cavalry to sweep and plunder at will.

Therefore, no matter what, we had to focus on attacking Hedong, and Zhao Jiu had to sit in Hedong.

In fact, until now, nearly 200,000 of the 300,000 Imperial Army, plus tens of thousands of highly militarized Tangut tribes that could be auxiliary soldiers or laborers, plus the Taihang volunteer army, and possible Mongol and Khitan reinforcements, were all deployed around Hedong.

It could be said that the Song court's full-strength Northern Expedition was more like betting on whether this left hook aimed at Hedong could stun the Jurchens.

Therefore, as the Northern Expedition began, after the news of the death of the Third Prince Eliduo and the major news of Yue Fei's seizing the opportunity to advance north, truly knowledgeable people turned their attention to Hezhong Prefecture.

Everyone wanted to know, when would Hezhong Prefecture be captured?

That's right, just like Hu Quan's article said… Hezhong Prefecture had not been captured, but it would be captured sooner or later… No one would ask the question of whether Hezhong Prefecture would be captured.

The reason was very simple.

This was the Northern Expedition, the Song army was launching a Northern Expedition, they had waited for three years, saved enough food for one year of use, gritted their teeth and put aside many internal problems, and launched a full-scale attack with hundreds of thousands of troops, a national war with the basic goal of recovering the Two Rivers, so if they couldn't even capture a Hezhong Prefecture, then what was the point of the Northern Expedition?

It must be known that even the Jurchens knew the danger of Hezhong Prefecture, and did not dare to deploy heavy troops there, but instead chose Wundun Sizhong, who had always despised the Song army and had an intense personality, to stay in Hezhong Prefecture, and then repeatedly supported the past rounds of war with heavy troops from Taiyuan and Longde Prefecture.

If such an isolated fortress could not be taken down, then Zhao Jiu, or Han Shizhong, the commander of the Hedong Army, might as well go home and hug their children!

Hezhong Prefecture must be taken down, and it must be taken down quickly.

"I regard this city as impregnable."

On the third day of October, on the Stork Tower west of Hedong City, Wundun Sizhong, the governor of Hezhong Prefecture, personally ascended the tower, looked down on the dense sequence of the Imperial Left Army crossing the river to the west, and then turned his head to point to his own city to the east, which was exceptionally stable and confident.

The surrounding civil and military officials all nodded in agreement, seeming equally confident. After all, they had seen this scene many times. Han Shizhong and Li Yanxian, including Wang De and Li Qiong, who hadn't come in the past few years? How many times had they come?

But which time had they captured it?

But soon, a local Han official seemed to be thoughtful, and then carefully said in the tower, "My Lord, before, the Zhao Song emperor repeatedly publicized that he would launch a Northern Expedition in the south, and even His Highness Prince Jin took the initiative to go south to sit in the town. This time the dispatch of troops is abnormal. Perhaps the Song army is really going to exert all its strength. When the time comes, it will be different from the past. We should still be careful."

Wundun Sizhong glanced at the person who made the suggestion, and instead of being anxious, he stroked his beard and laughed loudly, laughing until the face of the Han official who made the suggestion turned pale before he looked back and pointed, "I ask you... Since you know that the Third Prince went south, do you know that he sent a letter before saying that he went to Daming Prefecture?"

"This official knows," the Han official quickly bowed.

"Then I ask you again, why did the Third Prince go to Daming Prefecture?" Wundun Sizhong stroked his beard and asked.

"It is because it is said that the Zhao Song emperor left Beijing on the first day of September, and then went to patrol the river from west to east as usual... Plus the previous rumors, which made Daming Prefecture very nervous, so His Highness Prince Jin left Zhengding and went to Daming Prefecture."

"That's right," Wundun Sizhong finally raised his eyebrows with satisfaction. "According to this information, the Zhao Song emperor should have been across from Daming Prefecture more than half a month ago, and the Third Prince should have arrived at Daming Prefecture around the second half of last month... Then I ask you, what madness did the Zhao Song emperor do, that before the Third Prince arrived, he honestly patrolled the river, and followed the usual practice from west to east, and then as soon as he saw that the Third Prince had arrived at Daming Prefecture, he directly flew over to let Han and Li send troops across the river? Even if he was serious about fighting a big battle, there is no reason to be so hasty!"

Not only the Han official, but all the surrounding officials suddenly woke up.

Or rather, they all pretended to wake up, saying that the governor was wise and insightful, and saw through the reality of the Song army at a glance, and that this battle was probably prepared long ago, and it was still a routine round of war as in previous years.

Even more, some directly said that in the past, the Song army had tried their best to attack, but they could not shake Hezhong Prefecture in the slightest. It could be seen that even if the Song army really came to fight with all their strength this time, they could only leave with their heads covered in dirt... What unparalleled in the world, what mainstay, were all just self-praise.

"You can't say that," hearing this, Wundun Sizhong still had some self-awareness, and became solemn, waving his hand on the Stork Tower. "Han Shizhong must be a famous general in the world, otherwise where would there be such wonderful old stories? But this person, since the Battle of Yao Mountain, has been a Junior Protector, a Prince of the Commandery, a Military Commissioner of the Three Towns, and has married two daughters to the Zhao Song emperor, and has long been rich and noble... I am afraid that the ambition to advance has long been lost, and these years of combat are just blindly coping. As for Li Yanxian, even if he used to be able to fight, he has been sitting on the wax in Shaanxi Prefecture for eight years, where will he still fight? He is indeed a waste... Otherwise, how could Han Shizhong have begun to cross the river, and he is at ease in Pinglu, without even being separated by a river, but there is no sign of him? It has never been so slow in previous years."

Everyone nodded again and again, praising the governor for his civil and military talent, and he would become prime minister sooner or later, surpassing the brothers Wulinda Zanmo, the villains.

Wundun Sizhong was overjoyed when he heard this, but after all, he had come out of the Aguda era. Seeing that the Song army was gradually preparing at Puzin, and even Han Shizhong's 'Unparalleled in the World' flag appeared in sight on the opposite bank of the river, he knew that the opposite side was about to cross the river, and became serious again. He pointed out that there were four *mouke* (military unit) out of the 10,000 defenders here, and divided them into the positive and negative left and right, so that the four generals were ready to fight, and when the Song army's vanguard crossed the river and landed, they would send out surprise riders to attack the Song army before they could gain a foothold, in order to frustrate their spirit.

Then, he took the civil and military officials of Hedong City directly back to Hedong City, the capital of Hezhong Prefecture, which was unusually strong, to prepare to defend as usual and wait for reinforcements.

His messenger, as usual, had hurried east this morning after seeing the situation on the opposite bank.

Leaving aside how Wundun Sizhong saw through the reality, let's just say that on the west bank of the Yellow River, under the flag of Unparalleled in the World, Han Shizhong dismounted and sat upright, but did not put on armor, nor did he look for his enemy-defeating bow. Instead, he had someone put up a table, spread out paper and pen, and prepared to write a poem to show his loyalty and help his elegance.

You can't say that in recent years, about a little bit of reading the Han Commandery Prince picked up a pen to write, actually there was a poetic mood, directly on the paper to drop a line of words.

The nearby close school Wang Shixiong peeked clearly, it was: "Sweaty horse yellow sand hundred battles of merit, red county many difficulties to wait for you."

He couldn't help but tsk tsk in his heart, secretly praised.

Not only Wang Shixiong, but even some of the military staff and subordinates, slightly savvy, after about stealing a peek, were also surprised for a while... These two lines of poetry are too right, Marshal Han is really a natural cultural person like Marshal Yue!

However, this poetic mood came quickly, and went quickly. Marshal Han, who had only read books for three years, hastily dropped a line of words, and did not know how to continue later, and was anxious to scratch his ears and cheeks for a while.

Also anxious to make other subordinates speechless.

The two deputy commanders, Wang Sheng and Jie Yuan, properly handled the river crossing matters. At this time, they came to report, saw this scene, looked at each other under the face, and could not wait to go up to take the other party's paper and pen, but also knew that they did not have the other party's strength, afraid that they could not take it, they could only sigh and stand still.

And it was at this embarrassing moment that a cloud of smoke came along the river from afar, and several knights were escorting a knight with a special dress galloping, regardless of the collision with the Yan'an Commandery Prince's instrument, and the bell was still heard from afar... Han Shizhong, and the Imperial Left Army up and down, where did not know, this was another urgent document sent by the Zhao Emperor, and almost relieved together, with the Han Commandery Prince to meet the messenger.

However, the messenger came to the front, but it was not a clear decree, but a private letter from the emperor to be handed to the Han Commandery Prince.

Although it was a private letter, it was sent along the Yellow River military station, using the highest level of delivery method... The journey was six hundred *li*, and it was delivered after two nights and one and a half days after changing twenty horses and twenty knights back and forth.

It seemed that this private letter was more serious than an ordinary decree, and the rest of the people were not easy to watch.

Therefore, without waiting for Han Shizhong to speak, Wang Sheng, Jie Yuan and others, including many personal guards, took the initiative to retreat, leaving a space of dozens of steps, and Han Liangchen himself also quickly returned to the desk, took a small knife to cut open the envelope, and carefully looked at it.

This look was not important, but found that the Zhao Emperor actually sent a *ci* poem.

As the saying goes:

Drunk, I trim my lamp to view my sword,
In dreams, I hear bugles amid the linked camps.
Eight hundred *li* I share the roasted meat with my men,
Fifty strings vibrate with sounds from beyond the border,
On the drill ground I inspect my troops in autumn.

My horse is like Dilu, flying fast,
My bow is like a thunderclap, startling the string.
When I have fulfilled my sovereign's cause,
I will win fame in life and after death.
Alas, my white hair!

Han Shizhong stared blankly for a while, opened his mouth to speak, but did not know where to start, only felt that his heart and body suddenly had a burst of heat out.

And after a full half an hour, this Hedong Grand Marshal realized that there were actually words below this "Broken Array Melody", and looking closely, it was clear and brief:

This "Broken Array Melody" was made by Yan'an Commandery Prince Han Liangchen in the autumn of the ninth year of Jianyan, and placed in a secret note to Phoenix Mountain in Hangzhou. I feel his longing, so I decided not to hesitate any longer, and immediately launch the Northern Expedition after the three-year period.

Han Liangchen, who has been a soldier since he was a teenager, is brave and crowned the three armies. Since the Jingkang period, he has been serving around me, and his loyalty and bravery are the best in the world.

After the Battle of Yao Mountain, the world was in chaos, and everyone had the intention of slackening off, or there were famous marshals who were complacent and perfunctory in military affairs; or there were generals who were afraid of the situation and leisurely lived in the forest; or there were tiger ministers who thought of retreating and seeking complete peace, and engaged in writing. Only Han Liangchen, although his title was Commandery Prince, his official was Junior Protector, and he led the Military Commissioner of the Three Towns, and his title was the first among military officials, and his wealth was called the blessing of Qitian, he still thought of the Northern Expedition and never slackened, and sharpened his blade every day, waiting for the time.

Worthy of being my support, unchanged for ten years.

Han Shizhong silently finished reading, and stopped for a long time before carefully putting this piece of paper into the gap in the jade belt around his waist, and then sat upright behind the desk, his eyes flicking up, like thunder and lightning, sweeping over the generals, directly scaring the generals.

Then, this Hedong marshal pointed people continuously with his fingers behind the desk: "Hu Yantong, you are the vanguard... The enemy will definitely ambush elite riders on the opposite bank, in order to attack you before you can gain a foothold. You bring more long spears and strong crossbows, but try not to show them first. You know what I mean! Jie Yuan leads the destruction of the partial army in the rear, and must give the Jin army a lesson. Cheng Min three times, Wang Sheng with my big flag to supervise the main force!"

The generals were dazed and quickly said yes.

And the next moment, Han Shizhong's eyes glared, but he stared at a person not far away: "Wang Shixiong, take my armor, you and others follow me and Cheng Min to set off together! And see how the Jin people stop me!"

The generals were all excited, but they finally woke up.

ps: Thanks to Teacher An and Big Brother Yunzhu's song for the top support.

Continue to wish everyone a happy New Year.