Zheng Rong said

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This year's astronomical chaos, bad omen.

Just after the frost, it began to snow and it was extremely cold.

General Ling's rebellion, to be more precise, he fled after lurking for many years, and everyone in the army knew about it.Ever since, the Korean army has been building weapons day and night to prepare for the upcoming war.

The haze shrouded the sky, dull and frightening.

Yan Jun is also busy.

It is said that the marshal's long-lost son is now found, not only bringing a lot of information, but also a good plan to defeat the enemy.

Yun Jie suffered more than a dozen stab wounds and arrived at Yan's barracks after a few days, describing himself in a state of distress.

At first, Yun Zhetian greeted him happily without asking any questions.

After he healed his wounds, he asked some cryptic and tortuous questions.

Yun Jie just handed him a stack of blueprints with a cold face, and didn't say much about the rest.

Dozens of blueprints, densely packed with strokes and patterns, depict some mechanism designs that are connected from beginning to end.

Yun Zhetian is good at planning and fighting, and his generals are extremely brave, but none of them are proficient in organs.The blueprints are simple and easy to understand, and everyone is stunned after looking at it carefully, which is called strange.

But this winning strategy of winning more with less and retreating is completely dependent on weird celestial phenomena-the midwinter will come early, and there will be heavy snow in January.

If you want to win in one fell swoop, this is the best strategy.

The Yan family has few lands and few people, so they can't continue the war for a long time. If they turn to attack other countries, they will inevitably destroy themselves. The longer the war, the rise of Dingkang, and the more powerless the Yan family.

Yun Zhetian also understood this point.Back then, he provoked a war between the two countries, conquering the city and conquering all the territory, and now only the last line of defense remains in Suohongling.Dingkang is no longer yesterday, but the Yan family has stopped moving forward.

Not to mention peace talks.In the war that started because of him, the people were displaced, their lives were devastated, and the chance of Dingkang's victory was in sight. How could he be allowed to stop fighting and make a comeback.

To this day, Yun Zhetian has to sigh secretly, even if he has the courage to be the best in the world, but God will not favor him.

Even so, it is not easy to admit defeat.Faint clouds float in the sky, turbulently covering the sky and covering the sun——the clouds cover the sky.

The mountains are so wide that tens of thousands of troops can be hidden, but the weather is different, so it must change according to the weather.According to the plan, find the back mountain and the mountain gully facing the battlefield, dig and build it, and place long logs on it as beams to make a simple and strong hiding place.

During the snow season, small battles continue because the battlefield cannot be covered by snow.Wait for the snow to be three feet, and lure the enemy to the foot of the mountain.

At that time, the snow avalanches swept down like the fury of thunder.

Before the snow season came, the Yan army began to carry out the implementation. Within a radius of ten miles of Suohongling, the sound of sawtooth logging echoed day and night.

The wine was served warm.

The general who reported his progress retreated, and the so-called father and son sat side by side around the fire.

Regardless of their official position, Yan Jun is good at wine, and he has a very good capacity for drinking.After more than half a month, Yun Jie's drinking capacity also increased.

Today, after drinking two jars of wine, I am still not drunk, but more sober.The bonfire was strong, burning his cheeks red and hot.

Yun Zhetian glanced at him and laughed, "Your face is as red as a monkey's butt."

Yun Jie moved his seat back for a while, "The fire is too hot."

Yun Zhetian picked up a wooden branch, fiddled with piles of burning wood casually, and said casually, "I'm stepping up to give alms, but you haven't said where the dead end is? How do you initiate it?"

It snowed lightly yesterday morning, accompanied by light rain.

"At the top of the mountain," Yun Jie looked at the fire with focused eyes, "I will go up the mountain after the rain stops, and I can't come down again."

Yun Zhetian asked strangely, "Why?"

"Someone has to trigger the spring." Yun Jie squinted at him, "You don't want me to fight with the old department I have been with for seven or eight years right away? Why do I pretend to be righteous when I become a rebel, after all I can't see it? It doesn't matter, besides, if there is an avalanche, there will be more than a thousand casualties, so don't ask too much, at least not too much for now."

Yun Zhetian sneered, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "Just ask. How will you go down the mountain then?"

"We can only wait for the battle to be won and dig me out," Yun Jie smiled wickedly, seeing Yun Zhetian's face stiffen, he said again, "Tomorrow I will take people to dig a cave on the top of the mountain, and store firewood and food inside." , neither freezing nor starving to death."

Yun Zhetian turned to laugh out loud, patting his shoulder with big hands proudly.

Yun Jie lowered his head with a smile, and after a while, raised his head and took a big gulp of wine.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Yun Zhetian did not forget the way Yunjie spoke with certainty in the sand that day.

For a long time, Yun Jie bowed his head and remained silent.

"Tell me, what are you doing while you're hiding it?" Yun Zhetian spoke again.

After thinking for a while, Yun Jie said, "It may be too early to say this, but I still hope you promise me now."

Yun Zhetian waited for his next sentence in all seriousness.

"When Dingkang is broken, spare his life."

As he spoke, Yun Jie took out a cloth bag from his bosom, opened it and handed it to Yun Zhetian, "The grave in front of my mother's cemetery."

Yun Zhetian was stunned, and took the cloth bag.He has long lost his memory of the voice and appearance of the owner of this tomb.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember what she looks like, you should pay tribute to her."

Yun Jie stood up on his knees, staggered two steps, and walked back to his tent.The few words just said were enough to make Yun Zhetian let go of all his guard and trust him.

The rain and snow were pattering outside, and the night sky was covered with darkness, as if it wanted to destroy all the living things on the ground.

The snow is pouring, and the world is covered.

Beijing.

Every family closed their doors and went out, and the long street was depressed.

From time to time, messengers fly in and out, and the snow has just passed the horse's hoof, and gradually submerges the horse's knee.

Hunk snow, which has not been seen in a century, is frightening.

The warm pavilion is like spring, Fan Sheng is standing at the door holding a bowl of medicine.It was half a quarter late today, and Han Ji had already woken up, leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes glazed over.

The drinker of the decoction in his hand is drowsy and does not hinder his body. This plan is from Yang Zhan's hand. The purpose is very simple, so that Han Ji can sleep for a season, at least until the snow melts.

Fan Sheng held his breath and quickly rushed to the bed, not to wake up Han Ji, this was Yang Zhan's confession.

"I'm afraid Tong Huai will follow." Han Ji said dumbly.

Fan Sheng hurriedly stopped, his hands in the air, Nuo Nuo said, "Master..."

Han Ji raised his eyes, still indifferent, "Don't underestimate him."

Fan Sheng kept silent and stood aside.

If Tong Huai really wanted to go with Yun Jie, with his martial arts, it would not be difficult to sneak out of the barracks.But Fansheng himself didn't realize it yet, but Han Ji first saw through it.

"Say, what exactly is Yunjie's plan?" Han Ji threw off his quilt and fell to the ground, he couldn't help shivering, a chill rose from the soles of his feet, but he hadn't felt the cold just now.

The stove in the room is fragrant, and I don't know how much time has moved outside during this sleep.

Fan Sheng hurriedly took the cloak and put it on for him, "The subordinates don't know, they just acted according to the command of the commander-in-chief."

Han Ji gave him a cold look and walked outside the hall.

It was snowing all over the sky, and there was a thick layer of snow on the double eaves, which was much higher than the threshold of the main hall. He stared blankly at the outside of the hall, his mind was as white as the scene in front of him.

It took him a long time to recover, his breath was short, and he couldn't stop feeling dizzy, "Let's go to the barracks immediately!"

"The road is blocked by snow, I'm afraid it will be difficult..."

"Even if you climb, you have to climb!"

Han Ji roared, his eye circles were slightly red, he hurried back to the inner hall, and suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the bead curtain, too hard, the bead curtain broke with a snort, and the scattered jade beads made a crisp sound The sound, in this warm pavilion, seemed extremely cold.