Zhao Huan bowed deeply and said, "Miss Nangong, I, Zhao Huan, am rude. You are as beautiful as a fairy, and I, Zhao Huan, have been rude. If I have offended you, please forgive me. If you wish to leave, you may do so at any time. If you wish to stay, I will be delighted and will treat you with courtesy."
These words were so heartfelt that Nangong Lian'er's expression eased slightly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your help. I'll take my leave!"
Nangong Lian'er floated out of the room, leaving Zhao Huan alone with a deep sense of melancholy. A feeling of despair over a broken heart welled up in him, and he just wanted to find a place to cry, or perhaps even kill himself.
In Shanxi, Yue Fei was in a state of great trouble. Jin Wushu had no intention of engaging Yue Fei in a large-scale battle. He dispatched small cavalry units of a few hundred men, harassing one town today and robbing another county the next. They would then leave without further ado.
By the time Yue Fei gathered his troops to provide support, the Jin soldiers had disappeared without a trace.
Because of the fear that the Western Xia would mobilize troops, Yue Fei could only take a defensive stance and was temporarily unable to advance his main force northward.
Yilong was a small town, but a vital transportation hub. In peacetime, it was a bustling hub for merchants from all over the country. But now, Yilong was a place where merchants were hard to find. Anyone who ventured into the area during this time of war would be courting death.
The once bustling town seemed a little deserted, but an army had stationed here early in the morning.
Strangely, this army was not as arrogant and domineering as other officers and soldiers. They were respectful to the people when they met them. Gradually, the people spread the news that this small team was a small detachment of the famous Yue Army.
Yue Fei dispersed the garrisons in various places, with each town stationing hundreds to thousands of soldiers to prevent harassment from the Jin soldiers.
These garrisons were scattered, yet they served as a support for one another. If one region was in trouble, all the others would come to its aid. A large, heavily defended garrison was built between several small towns to counter the main force of the Jin army.
Jin Wushu, who had tasted the sweetness of guerrilla warfare, sent out a team of a thousand people to hunt some wild game.
Jin Wushu's army called looting "hunting for game." The general leading the attack was Nianmur, one of Wanyan Zonghan's generals. It was he who had led the attack on Taiyuan and blocked the Song reinforcements north of the Fen River.
Nianmur admired Wanyan Zonghan, but he admired Jin Wushu even more. Jin Wushu was a natural-born general who marched and fought without clinging to traditional tactics. That damn Yue Family Army was beaten badly by Jin Wushu's guerrilla warfare.
These days they plunder everywhere, robbing whatever they can get, and then running away, making a fortune.
I've heard for a long time that Yilong Town is rich and a gathering place for merchants from all over the country. It's still far away from the Song army's base. I'll take the cavalry in, rob a few and run away. What can you do to me?
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