And soon, on the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, with another gust of northwest wind, soldiers came to report that the Yellow River had been frozen to a thickness of more than a foot, and even the stone bullets from the artillery carts could not break much of the ice at once.
The long-awaited fighter plane finally arrived.
On that day, the Jin army held a military meeting in Ligu Town again. This time, except for the necessary officers on the front line to guard against the Song army's surprise attack, almost all the marching soldiers gathered together. More than a hundred people gathered and waited for military orders.
But on that day, a messenger suddenly came into the camp from the southwest, saying that he was delivering a document to the fourth prince Wuzhu on behalf of the Zhao Song government. Then he left a letter outside the camp... The soldiers in the Jin camp did not dare to delay and presented it quickly.
Wuzhu took the letter in confusion in front of everyone, but did not dare to open it. He just looked at Balisu.
Balisu certainly knew what the other party meant... The Zhao Song official didn't send the troops earlier or later, and the river was frozen. He sent the troops when the Jin army was discussing the assignment of combat tasks. It must have been intentional.
Maybe it had been written long ago and placed in the military camp opposite, waiting to be delivered today.
In this case, it was most likely a mockery or joke to ruin morale... otherwise, could it be to encourage the Fourth Prince?
However, after thinking for a while, Balisu still smiled and said on the spot: "Although Emperor Zhao Song has made some progress in Hedong, he has been sending messages behind him. Everyone knows that he has just opened up Queshu Valley at most. If he left this letter early, he would have nothing to rely on... If we don't read it, it would seem that we are afraid of Emperor Zhao! And if he boasts about something untrue or says something vulgar, he will be the one who becomes a joke!"
After this statement was made, many Wanhu and Meng'an nodded in agreement, saying that it was fine. They all said that the more the Zhao Song officials were sarcastic, the more capable the Fourth Prince seemed.
Even Wuzhu, thinking about the confrontation with Yue Fei on the dike that night, even put away the sword. He asked himself that he would not be provoked by any remarks, so he nodded and prepared to open it.
"Let me serve the King of Wei!" At this moment, the golden young man Wanyan Bendu suddenly stepped forward and responded respectfully. "Although you are the king of a country, you shouldn't be too mean, but just in case, I'll take over and read it..."
Wuzhu had no objection, and he was also happy to see Wanyan Bendu suppress his rebelliousness and integrate into the group, so he handed the document over directly.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wanyan Bendu opened it, took out a thin piece of paper, glanced at it, and then stood there in a daze. Then he said nothing, did not read a word, and just looked at the Fourth Prince awkwardly.
Wuzhu was confused for a moment, but he couldn't help but stand up and snatch it away, then look at it carefully while sitting there.
At first glance, there was only one sentence on the paper except for the familiar signature of Zhao Jiu from Cangzhou:
"Wushu, I have always trusted you to do things. Now that things have come to a head, don't panic just because you are facing Yue Pengju. Just roll up your trouser legs and work hard!"
Wuzhu didn't react at first, but after just a moment, his eyes became bloodshot and he felt as if something was rolling over the back of his head. He was immediately filled with anger, and almost in front of the eyes of all the senior military leaders, he tore the letter with words of encouragement into pieces.
But, after all, it was a but. Wuzhu suppressed his anger, folded the paper almost tremblingly, and stuffed it into his arms, panting and looking around: "It is indeed some vulgar words."
Everyone knew something was wrong, but before they could react, they saw the ruling prince suddenly draw the sword from his waist, then look around, and finally tremblingly point at Wanyan Bendu in front of him, and say sternly: "I heard that the lord humiliates the minister, and the minister dies. Everyone, although you are all commanders, generals, commanders-in-chief, and veterans, if you still believe that this Great Jin Kingdom belongs to the Wanyan family, you should fight hard on the battlefield and avenge this shame for me, Wushu!"
All the others, including Balisu, were stunned. Only Wanyan Bendu, ignoring the fact that he was actually a generation older than Wuzhu, knelt on the ground, hugged Wuzhu's thigh, pointed to the sky and swore. After a while, Balisu suddenly stood up and took the lead. The generals also shouted in unison, saying that they would avenge the King of Wei.
Just as the Jin army was caught up in the unity caused by a small accident, at the same time, in the Song army camp on the opposite bank, Yue Pengju, who had convened a military meeting because the Yellow River was completely frozen overnight, was also in shock.
Moreover, the instigator was still Emperor Zhao, who was thousands of miles away.
Or to put it bluntly, Emperor Zhao, who had previously promised not to interfere with Yue Fei's actions, suddenly sent ten golden medals as his order.
At this moment, ten gold medals were placed in front of them, and the ones delivering the orders were ten military commanders. It was obvious that the orders were delivered in advance through secret letters. Moreover, these commanders did not know each other's existence, so after they stood out holding the secret letter box with the gold medals tied to it, they were a little dazed.
"The gold medal is correct, and there is no reason for ten commanders to forge the imperial edict together. It must be the emperor's original intention. Judging from the time, it should be the emperor's response after knowing the battle plan here in Hedong." After verifying the gold medal, Hu Yin turned back with a dark face. "But in my opinion, the war is coming, even if it is the emperor's will, there is no need to pay attention... Thousands of miles away, does the emperor still want to remotely control the battle? Give me all these gold medals and boxes, and I will deal with them myself."
Yue Fei, who was sitting in the middle, was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "This matter cannot be concealed from anyone, or the government uses this method just to let everyone in the camp know... If it is not revealed, the camp will definitely be shaken."
Hu Yin was silent for a moment, then snatched a small box tied to a gold medal from the nearest commander, tore it open, took out a piece of paper, looked at it, and stood there in a daze.
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