[Strategy of Yanxi Palace] Another year of spring

Jinchuan.

The setting sun was like blood, splashing on the last twilight in the sky, the neighing of war horses and the sound of weapons clashing gradually calmed down, the survivors cleaned the battlefield in twos and threes, and cut off the ears of the enemy corpses as evidence of the battle statistics, the centurion stood up In the same place, the soldiers under him were wandering around, but his eyes kept wandering around. Every time a soldier found the corpse of some important person and made a cry of surprise, the centurion would immediately fix his eyes on that position, but until In the end, he didn't hear the name he cared about either.

He looked around and realized that there were indeed no higher generals on the battlefield, so he ordered the troops to withdraw and return to the camp.

In fact, he had some bad guesses in his mind, which were basically confirmed when he met Burun, who was anxiously stretching his neck and red eyes at the gate of the camp after returning to the camp.

"Lieutenant General Alut—" the head of the hundred households was interrupted by Bron before he could finish his sentence.

"Have you seen where the coach is?"

The centurion opened his mouth, feeling that something was wrong. The coach Fu Heng personally led his cavalry under the yellow banner to the battalion, but he took a team of troops to nowhere during the battle. When the confrontation between the two sides was over, the centurion Chang also only remembered that Mr. Fu Heng seemed to be chasing a group of people and ran away in a hurry. He was desperately cutting the enemy who besieged him in half at that time, so he couldn't be distracted to see the details.

He couldn't say anything, but Bron had already understood something from his reaction. He dimmed his eyes, let the door open, and said a little tiredly: "Thanks for your hard work, come back quickly, you are just in time to count the results, go quickly Let's register."

The centurion obeyed his order and led his troops into the barracks. The soldiers behind him carried several large bags of ears and bags containing the heads of important enemy generals. The spirit was very high, but the centurion turned his head to look at Bron, and a very bad guess came to his mind.

Impossible, if something happens to the coach... Oh my God.

He didn't dare to think about it, grabbed a flagon from a soldier behind him and took a sip, pouring the strong wine down his throat. Although he was afraid of violating military discipline, he only dared to take such a sip, but he also suffered from the burning of alcohol. Gaining excitement and enthusiasm, he saw a few generals with flags crowded at the registration office in front of him making noise, so he also quickened his pace and led people into the queue for robbing military merit.

Standing at the door, Bulong watched the sky in the distance completely darken. The surrounding area of ​​the military camp was deserted for several miles. After the army returned, there was no sound of fire and people in the night, except for the loud talking and laughing of the soldiers in the camp behind them after victory, and the wailing of the wounded soldiers. All that came was the wailing cry of the north wind in the wilderness, like the wailing of ghosts.

A rough voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Where is the commander-in-chief? Where did Fu Heng go?"

Bulong turned around and saw several generals standing in front of him. The joy after the fight had not faded on their faces at this moment, but two or three older ones frowned and looked at him suspiciously. look.

"There is still a group of cavalry with yellow flags that haven't come back." The veteran of the Wu Ya family stared at Bu Long, and subconsciously rubbed the side of the armor: "The troops we originally planned to lure the enemy seem to be in the arrangement. Something has changed, and tonight on the battlefield we have not received the signal we had agreed to. Of course, tonight is different from what was predicted, and plans should have changed, but I hope there are no accidents in our army?"

Bron pursed his lips: "It's hard to predict the outcome of this battle, General." He took the lead in refuting the assumption of this afterthought, and dispelled these people's claims about the coach's troubles, and then directly admitted: "Master Fu Heng After reviewing the battle situation, I decided to temporarily change the previous plan. This time, he will be the one to lure him into the Sha camp. If things go well, then we may win the first big victory in the Jinchuan battle, generals."

Then he licked his lips to hide his unease and concern about how lucky this risky venture was.

"The first big victory? It sounds really exciting, so how should we explain to the emperor that the Jinchuan front line has even lost its coach? How do we report this victory to the imperial court? How should my soldiers be rewarded? Sha Luo Ben army attacked at night, our army responded cautiously, killed nearly [-] enemies, and captured more than [-] people, our army suffered very little casualties, just lost a commander?"

The violent person yelled and kicked away the weapon rack in front of the camp gate, attracting the attention of many soldiers.

"General Ahmanzan," Bulong looked at him coldly, "this is the arrangement of Master Fu Heng. You and I are both generals, so we have to obey the commander's orders. Your Excellency has arranged in advance for several generals to discuss military affairs, and the follow-up arrangements According to the original plan, if General Yue's footsteps are fast enough, we can fight from the inside and outside to dampen the vitality of Sha Jun. Even if General Yue does not arrive, at least we can no longer be in a passive position and just wait. This is the Marshal's order Order, dare to ask the generals, do you have any objections?"

General Ning Guta said: "Since it is the commander-in-chief, I will naturally obey the order, but Fu Heng is too risky this time. If he does not succeed, I am afraid that the situation on the front line will change again."

Bron: "This is the last chance to try to revive the stalemate, old general."

General Wu Ya said: "Two days, we waited for two days according to the plan. If it exceeds the expected time, we should report the matter to the court. There is no room for negligence on the front line, and the position of the commander cannot be left alone for a long time, otherwise the consequences will be for us. can't bear it."

This is a swamp.

The sky was dark, and you couldn't see your fingers. Armor, weapons, wreckage, and blood were scattered beside the swamp.There was a fire breaking into this place of death, and amidst the neighing of the horses, someone dismounted to investigate, and after a while, he made an excited voice: "There are still remnants of them who came out of here alive, and I can see the horseshoe prints in front!"

The person sitting at the front laughed. It was Sha Luoben's nephew, Langka, who had chased the Qing army commander out of the battlefield this evening.

"He doesn't have a torch. In Jinchuan, he can't run far. Chase him!"

three days later.

"Bulung, there is no news from Fu Heng so far. We have to prepare for the worst. We have to report to the court."

"But there is no news from Sha Luoben that they caught him! This means that no one who knows about him has returned to Shaying alive! Our plan is still being implemented, and it has not failed at all! You can't do this! This is abandoning him!"

"No one would believe that he has brought so many people alive until now. If according to your statement, he can kill the people who pursued him even now, it is absurd. I think it is more likely that he met someone on the road. Danger, it may be a swamp, it may be a wild animal, Jinchuan is full of dangers everywhere, and anything can happen. We can't pin our hopes on a missing person."

"We are all sorry, but don't be impulsive, Lieutenant Arut."

Bron had nothing more to say.

Beijing.

In January, a white cloth was hung in front of Fucha Mansion.

Li Rongbao survived New Year's Eve, and finally passed away on the first month of the 14th year of Qianlong.

Dressed in mourning clothes, Shichun stood in the mourning hall and presided over the funeral as the Fucha clan's wife.

Just after the eunuch of the clan's residence left, he read out the imperial decree and posthumously made him a first-class prince.

The people who came to the funeral at this moment are all consoling in real or false ways. The Fucha family is deeply favored by the emperor. Now the biggest blessing of this family has fallen, and the most capable eldest and youngest sons are far away from the power center of the capital. Everyone has made up their minds, but this imperial decree shows that the emperor's grace is still powerful, and the Fucha family is still deeply favored.

The funeral was coming to an end, Shichun rubbed her head, she didn't know why she had been feeling uneasy since early in the morning, she suppressed the uneasiness, and got up all her energy to deal with the important officials and wives who were sending off to the funeral. There are people.

Shichun's heart jumped violently, and when she knelt down on the ground, her head began to hurt violently. She held her breath to let herself hear the purpose of coming from the palace, but she never thought that after this, she fell into a nightmare-like trance inside.

"...The life and death of the commander-in-chief Fu Heng is uncertain, and now he is ordered to choose a general in the army to take over as the commander-in-chief. I hope that all the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty will work together. The three armies will learn this heroic and fearless spirit and capture Jinchuan. No matter whether Fu Heng lives or dies, he will be taken with him." Go back to the capital, and comfort the loyalty of the Fucha Clan from generation to generation."

It was Li Yu who came to read the imperial decree in person. After he finished reading, he didn't hurry to urge him. With sympathy in his eyes, he waited silently. The people around him who hadn't left were silent and looked at each other. People, that sympathetic gaze almost turned into substance.

At Ama's funeral, the news that his son's life or death on the battlefield was unknown was reported, which was too tragic.

What's more, the foundation of the Fucha family is about to be seriously injured if the asylum and the future have been lost one after another.

Shichun didn't even have time to react, the sound from behind made her turn her head subconsciously, and finally let out a sad and shrill cry: "Emiang—"

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The author has something to say:

This is probably the saddest period of time in this article.

Believe me, it's over soon