"ah!"

Hu Sansheng screamed and suddenly stood up, his forehead completely soaked with sweat.

He dreamed of that Meng soldier with fierce eyes.

Chase him until the dream...

"Brother Jing Shen is awake?" Zan Wanshou turned over and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"I...I'm still alive?"

"Brother Jing Shen, what did you say?" Zan Wanshou asked, "Brother Xin dragged you back last night. You sat there all day and fell asleep two hours ago."

Hu Sansheng gasped and asked, "Where is this?"

"Dasanguan, really you don't remember?"

Someone handed Hu Sansheng a water bag.

He looked up and saw it was Lu Xiufu.

"Junshi, you are still alive..."

Yang Qixin lit the candle. This was a military room, and the four of them were still in the same tent.

Hu Sansheng took a sip of water and finally remembered.

A Mongolian army rushed towards him. He was dragged by Yang Qixin and pulled into the battle line, and then everything became strange and strange.

…

"Actually, if someone hadn't messed up at that time, they would have had time to enter the city." Zan Wanshou said: "The Mongolian troops who rushed in were all brave men. When more than a hundred people came to kill Li Shuai, only three were left."

"Three people?"

Hu Sansheng didn't believe it. He clearly remembered that at least thousands of Mongolian troops were fighting in front of him.

It felt very strange, but he was sure.

"Only three people." Zan Wanshou was more certain and said: "Seeing that one of them could not kill Li Shuai, he continued to rush in and kill indiscriminately. As a result, you... we were in chaos, and he killed eight officials in a row."

"Just one person?"

"Yes." Zan Wanshou said: "That's how it is after being defeated. You lose your mind. Brother Jing Shen... is considered calm."

Hu Sansheng lowered his head and said nothing.

Zan Wanshou said: "Even some veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time will rush into chaos after being broken up, and some of them will kill their own people. Brother Jing Shen is really calm."

Hearing his sincere tone, Hu Sansheng breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

"The Mongols are too ferocious."

"The people we met are not Mongols yet." Zan Wanshou said: "Most of them are Badulu soldiers. They are not afraid of death in order to be Mongolians."

Now that the four of them were awake, they no longer slept and talked in low voices about this thrilling battle for them. Little did they know that in the eyes of the enemy general, this battle was just for fun.

When the sky dimmed, the drums sounded in the camp, and there was a faint noise...

~~

"Please give me an explanation, Li Jieshuai, and give an explanation to my colleagues who died in the battle!"

"Even if Li Jieshuai has the power to control us, he has no intention of letting us die..."

"..."

After Li Xia put on his armor and left the camp, he was met by a group of officials who came to greet him.

But there were only three or five people who dared to shout at him.

After all, no matter how dissatisfied he is, Li Xia's official position is here, and if he offends him, he is afraid that he will not be able to survive in the official circles of Sichuan and Sichuan.

Perhaps, they no longer intend to serve as officials in Hanzhong, and they want to prevent Li Xia from coming to Taiwan.

It would be nice to damage the prestige of Ding Qingpi's party members.

"At dawn, the Mongolian army is about to attack again. Do you plan to explain it to me now?"

"Li Jieshuai wants to avoid talking about it, can't he? Eight court officials died, and even one sentence of explanation..."

"Want to explain?" Li Xia said, "Okay, I'm very disappointed in you."

When Lu Xiufu came out of the camp, he paused when he heard these words, thinking of many things Zan Wanshou had said.

"Li Shuai is attracting the Mongolian troops... He has sent troops to protect us... Only one person rushed us..."

He looked at Li Xia and suddenly felt that this disappointment was natural.

…

"This is Hanzhong, Sichuan and Shu."

Li Xia was not talking to those three or five officials. When he spoke, he was looking around at the officials who had just come out of the camp.

"This is not our picturesque and misty Jiangnan. People are dying here. Otherwise, why is Hanzhong so miserable?"

"Since Mongolia's Southern War, tens of millions of people have died throughout Sichuan and Shu, from Hanzhong to Chengdu to Chongqing. Why don't you go and demand an explanation?"

"This is not a false accusation, but a real statement... Tens of millions of people were massacred. We are here to give an account."

"I can't describe to you what that scene was like. Ambassador Zhu Fu once told me that when he was a child, he walked out of 1.4 million corpses in Chengdu, and he was the only one who came out alive."

"He said... the road was very slippery. Because the entire city of Chengdu was massacred, corpses were piled up in mountains, set on fire, and corpse oil flowed like a river, covering the entire street. He slipped and fell to the ground every step he took."

"If you describe it this way, you still don't think it's miserable, or it's not miserable enough. The words 'tens of millions of people' will always be just a simple number."

"Yes, I deliberately brought you here to die. But if you came to Hanzhong to serve as officials, if you didn't have the determination to die, what would you do here?!"

…

Lu Xiufu closed his eyes.

After experiencing this battle personally, and hearing this again, he felt a severe pain in his heart.

He saw again the soldier who was hit by the Mongolian fireball.

Thinking back to the battle of a thousand people, I still can't imagine what it was like to have 1.4 million people, tens of millions of people, slaughtered.

…

"There is no need for officials here who are afraid of death, and there is no need for officials who will only push others to flee when the bandits come, and the people here will not sacrifice blood to officials who cannot protect them."

"You don't have to ask me for an explanation. Ask yourselves if you can give an explanation to the people under my rule, and then think about whether you should be an official in Hanzhong."

"Don't forget, the Meng people will come again, very soon."

Li Xia was always calm. After speaking, he ignored the officials who wanted to explain and walked away.

This is Dashan Pass, Shu Road, Hanzhong, he is the commander of Shu, and really no one can do anything to him.

He is willing to say this, just to those who are willing to listen...

~~

Soon, the killing cry came faintly from Guancheng in the north.

Hu Sansheng sat in the barracks for a long time and suddenly said: "Li... Li Jieshuai said it beautifully, it doesn't mean that he has not even stepped into the pass."

He didn't know why he said that.

Maybe he knew that he was not as courageous as others, but he still felt a little unconvinced.

But Zan Wanshou said: "Of course we can't go to Guanzhong. The infantry and cavalry are fighting in the field. How can we say... Can Jing Shen know the defeat of Fuping?" Gu Min

We are all well-educated people here, so of course they all know.

It was still in the fourth year of Jianyan that Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty fled to the south and drifted on the sea. Zhang Jun rushed to Hanzhong and led an army of 180,000 to attack on his own initiative, intending to recover all of Shaanxi, but was defeated.

This stupid question has no answer.

Zan Wanshou had no choice but to think on his own: "If you want to fight on foot and on horseback, when entering the pass, you should position your troops to take advantage of the danger, defend first, use opportunities to harass, and then counterattack when the time is right. The defeat of Fuping is a lesson..."

"When talking about Li Jieshuai, just say Li Jieshuai. Don't keep citing the Battle of Fuping!"

Hu Sansheng suddenly interrupted Zan Wanshou.

He shook his head and sighed: "The Battle of Fuping...there is a reason why it must be fought."

Zan Wanshou was puzzled and asked: "But no matter what, I shouldn't fight?"

Hu Sansheng didn't answer.

He was familiar with history books and knew very well that if Zhang Jun had not taken the initiative to contain the strength of the Jin army and forced the Jin army to gather troops southward, would Emperor Gaozong have been left adrift on the sea?

This is also the reason why Hu Sansheng doesn't like to talk to Zan Wanshou. Zan Wanshou's vision is too narrow.

In other words, now that Li Xia is in Hanzhong, he does not dare to go to Guanzhong to fight the cavalry.

But if one day the Mongolian army breaks through the Huaihe River and goes straight to Lin'an, Li Xia will not be able to fight even if he takes the Hanzhong troops to Guanzhong to die.

What about timing and tactics?

Therefore, the selection of Shu commander in the past two years depends on whether he can stabilize the situation in Hanzhong. In the future, it will inevitably depend on whether he is loyal enough and whether he puts the king and the country first.
To be continued...