As for the ice in winter, the geographical advantage of the Hebei battlefield for cavalry is highlighted, and the terrain of the Hedong battlefield is narrow and cannot hinder the heavy advance of the Song army. In addition, the Song army in Hebei is obviously smaller and weaker. Naturally, they have to seize the weather advantage, first inflict great casualties on the Song army in Hebei, or at least repel Yue Fei in the direction of Hebei, and then unite with the mobilized new army in Yanjing to counterattack in Hedong with sufficient superior forces.

This general strategy was not only proposed by Balisu, but also by Qin Hui, Wanyan Xiyin, and even Wuzhu himself.

In addition, it was most likely a proposal from the Zhao Song government, a proposal from Wang Yan who was making a strategic preparatory plan, a proposal from Wu Jie, and a proposal from Yue Fei.

Because the Song army also believed that they could take Taiyuan first before the Jin army repelled Yue Fei, and then launch the final general offensive and decisive battle against Hebei with a strategic advantage in hand.

This is the national war. In the end, it is a model that is extremely simple.

What contributed to this model was the mountains and rivers of the main battlefield and the war strength and war potential of the two countries. What determined the final outcome was also the war strength and war potential of the two countries, and perhaps a certain amount of determination and a moment of persistence.

In November, the Jin army began to take action in full swing, and the Song army marched forward cautiously in the Linfen Basin in Hedong. At the same time, Yanjing had begun to freeze.

In the evening, Qin Hui, who had worked hard all day, returned from the Shangshu Terrace. As soon as he got home, Wang sent servants to greet him and told him that Hong Ya and Zheng Xiunian were waiting for him in the back hall.

The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked into the back hall of his house after washing up.

When the three met, there was no greeting. They just sat down and drank some ginger soup to warm the porridge. Then they started talking, but their words seemed unusually direct.

"Brother-in-law, I found a suicide note from a Korean merchant yesterday. It seems that someone from the south has said something here." Zheng Xiunian put down the bowl of soup and looked at him carefully. "They want us to work hard to cooperate."

"On the one hand, they asked us to risk our lives to cooperate, and on the other hand, they listed us as war criminals, attached us to the proclamation, and published us in the official newspaper... Is this what it means to treat people with sincerity?" Qin Hui also put down the bowl of soup, but he spoke righteously and coldly. "I am afraid that in the eyes of the official in the south, all of us are just a rag... If the north and the south are unified one day in the future, those generals in the south can still give up their military power and enjoy a lot of wealth, but you and I will be killed to cover up his success!"

Zheng Xiunian was immediately panicked and hurried to look at Hong Ya again. Unexpectedly, Hong Ya was holding a bowl of ginger porridge and drinking it quickly. He didn't even look at him, which made Zheng Xiunian even more panicked.

After thinking about it, Minister Zheng could only lower his voice and continue to persuade: "Brother-in-law...what that Korean merchant said last month...don't you care?"

Qin Hui's face froze, but he finally lowered his voice and replied: "Your cousin and I have not had any children for many years. How come she had a child with a maid just a few months ago? And what a coincidence that she was raised in the home of an important official like Minister Lin? I'm afraid the South is using this to scare me..."

Zheng Xiunian was about to say something, but Qin Huizhi spoke first: "Cunqing (Zheng Xiunian's name), compare the two. The Song Dynasty has abandoned me, but the Jin Dynasty has treated you and me sincerely, treating you and me as important officials and entrusting us with state affairs... If you regard yourself as a spy just because of a few words, wouldn't that be self-deprecating, disloyal and unrighteous?"

Zheng Xiunian was stunned for a moment.

When Qin Huizhi saw this, he said nothing more, just waved his sleeves, stood up and walked out.

Zheng Xiunian had no choice but to go see Hong Ya again.

As for Hong Chengzhi and Minister Hong, he had just finished a whole bowl of ginger porridge and just laughed at the other party: "Why is Minister Zheng acting like this?"

Zheng Xiunian was as if he had been pardoned. He stamped his feet in the room and said, "How can I explain to the South how my brother-in-law didn't pay any attention to me?"

"What is there to explain?" Hong Ya shook his head. "The South doesn't really want you and me to do this or that... It's just a last-ditch effort... As for your brother-in-law, you don't have to worry. I've seen that he's a rare hypocritical person in history, and he knows more about his inner calculations than anyone else! We just follow him, and we won't suffer any loss."

Zheng Xiunian was slightly startled, and quickly bowed and asked for advice.

Hong Ya was too lazy to pretend and sneered directly: "Although the Song Dynasty is now aggressive, the Jin Dynasty has also passed the most difficult time of being caught off guard and has tried its best to mobilize. His Royal Highness the King of Wei is preparing to unite the army to defeat Yue Fei, so the outcome is still unpredictable. In this case, with your brother-in-law's selfish character, he will naturally help the Jin Dynasty win sincerely... Because only in this way can he continue to be his husband! And in order to be this husband, the son of Nan Fang is no longer a son. However, if one day, the South really wins a battle, he will certainly stand in front of you and me with his hands folded, and Chen Ken sighed, saying that he has been childless for decades, and for the sake of his bloodline, he took the initiative to ask you to express his sincerity to Nan Fang."

Zheng Xiunian was in a trance for a moment.

Outside the back hall, in the twilight, Qin Huizhi, who had not left at all, stood there expressionlessly. With the faint light from the lamp under the eaves, he looked up at the snowflakes that had fallen down without knowing when, as if he had not heard Hong Ya's ridicule at all in the hall.

Following his gaze, the tiny snowflakes fluttered and swayed lightly, and although they were very slow, they eventually moved towards the south.

October has passed and November has arrived. The weather is inevitably getting colder, and the best opportunity for war that the Jin Dynasty's top leaders instinctively seized seems to be coming.