"How can I not be sad?" Yue Fei laughed at himself, but then became serious. "But there is another reason..."
"What's the reason?"
"The people of Hebei are my fellow countrymen, and so are the people of Henan." Yue Fei answered slowly while looking to the north. "Why should the people of Henan give their blood and sweat to us, and then we squander it in Hebei? In the current situation, what's the point of fighting one or two battles in Hebei and going back to our hometown once or twice? If the Jin army in Luoyang withdraws in time, the Jin army in Hedong can send reinforcements here at any time. When that happens, we will be caught between the two Jin armies, so won't we have to leave?"
Tang Huai opened his mouth to speak, but finally said no more.
Just like that, as it was getting dark, Yue Fei stood up, picked up his spear and carried his bow and arrows, ready to go down the mountain and follow the army south. But suddenly his heart moved, and he called for someone to bring him pen and ink, and he wrote a poem on the white wall of the pavilion.
Words:
Returning to Hebei, I saw many cities beyond the desolate smoke.
Thinking back to the days when flowers and willows covered the red buildings and green pavilions.
There is gold and jade all around in front of Daming Prefecture, and there is music and singing in Zhending City.
Until now, cavalry has filled the suburbs, and the wind and dust are nasty.
Where are the soldiers? Oil their swords. Where are the people? Fill the ditches.
I sigh that the mountains and rivers remain the same, but the thousands of villages are deserted.
When will I be able to lead an elite brigade and cross the Qinghe River again?
But I return and continue my tour of the old city without letting down my weapons.
After finishing writing, Yue Fei sighed slightly, threw down his pen, put down his gun, turned around and went down the mountain without looking back.
It was already late in the evening. In the Yaoshan camp, Xu Jingheng finished writing a letter to Yue Fei and sent it off on a fast horse. Then he turned around to see Emperor Zhao. But as soon as he entered the tent, he saw that all the people there were there, but they were just holding some pieces of white paper and talking. Emperor Zhao was the only one missing.
When everyone saw Mr. Xu coming, they all greeted him and said frankly that the emperor was tired after days of work and should have gone back to his tent to read by lamplight. However, the emperor had left a matter on the table as usual and asked everyone to discuss it, and it was Mr. Xu who should make the decision.
Xu Jingheng took the lead without hesitation, and when he got there, he realized that Emperor Zhao was planning to make plans for the post-war military arrangements, with the intention of strengthening the rear army of the Imperial Camp and forming an Imperial Camp cavalry.
Among them, strengthening the rear army of the Imperial Camp was probably to let Wu Jie be the commander-in-chief and reintegrate the various western armies into the camp, while the original rear army of the Imperial Camp would be directly reorganized under the central army of the Imperial Camp... This was a complicated matter, and no one knew how many incidents would be involved, and it was impossible to discuss it for the time being.
As for the Imperial Cavalry, the emperor intended to appoint Qu Duan as the commander-in-chief, and Liu Qi and Li Shifu as deputy commanders-in-chief...Among them, the others were fine, except that Li Shifu was too young. Some people thought that he could just be an ordinary commander, which caused some controversy.
Xu Jingheng was a capable man. He came up with a decision while holding a piece of paper. In view of Li Shifu's great achievements, he should be appointed as the deputy commander of the imperial cavalry. It was a unanimous decision made by the emperor and his subjects.
However, after this matter was settled, when everyone was talking about the complicated matter of the Western Army's transfer to the Imperial Camp, Xu Xianggong sat under the lamp, looking at the white paper in his hand, but he felt a little strange. It turned out that there were a few lines of small characters on the blank space of the paper, which were obviously official handwriting, and were heavy marks left through the paper. When it was slightly illuminated by the lamp, it looked like a poem or something.
Mr. Xu thought of what happened before and was also curious, so he just read it carefully.
However, after reading it over and over again, Mr. Xu was still confused, because the situation and objects in it did not match the current situation in any way. Only the second stanza had an extraordinary artistic conception and touched people's hearts, which made him sure that the emperor wrote it because of his feelings today.
Words:
The west wind is strong,
The sky is filled with geese calling under the frosty morning moon.
Frosty morning moon,
The sound of horse hooves
The trumpet sounded choked.
The long road to the pass is as hard as iron.
Now I start again from the beginning.
From the beginning,
The mountains are like the sea,
The setting sun is blood-red.
This volume is finished.
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