Chapter five hundred and eighty ninth there is no escape
"Since the drought is severe, it cannot be pushed back. Work diligently and diligently, like thunder." [Poetry·Daya·Yunhan]
Han Sui and Yan Xing temporarily agreed on the itinerary, took a brief rest, and at dawn, they packed up the remaining 5,000 people and headed north, trying to bypass the street pavilion and rush to Wuwei.
When conveying the military order, although Jiang Shi had a look of disdain on his face, he was still startled when he saw Yan Xing patrolling the camp with wounds, and said, "Are you just going to leave this arrow wound alone?"
Yan Xing was so busy that he seemed to have just noticed the arrow wound. He frowned and said unconsciously: "There are no doctors in the army, so we can only do this for now."
If the arrow injury is not treated in time, not only the entire arm will be disabled, but also the person's life may be at risk. Jiang Shi does not believe that the other party does not understand this truth, but the other party may not be able to receive timely treatment at present.
Speaking of which, Jiang Shi had no good impression of Yan Xing, either because he was jealous of Han Sui's special regard for him, or because he was jealous of Yan Xing's outstanding riding and shooting skills. In the past, when Jiang Shi knew that Yan Xing was injured and was going to be disabled, he felt
Maybe he would be very happy, but when he learned the news, he did not feel very happy, but felt a little sad.
Has the situation become this severe?
Jiang Shi had several thoughts running through his mind, but his words were unforgiving. The blunt words pierced his heart: "You just talked to Mr. Han for so long, and Mr. Han didn't pay attention to your injury?"
Seeing Yan Xing's subtle expression, Jiang Shi's eyes showed a trace of surprise. What he said unintentionally was right made even an outsider like him feel chilled: "Is this really so?"
"Mind your own business." Yan Xing's face was as dark as water, as if he didn't want to continue this topic. As for whether he had any thoughts in his heart, although Jiang Shi couldn't tell, he believed that Yan Xing must have some.
Seeing Yan Xing's back gradually disappearing, Jiang Shi chuckled. Under the faint morning light in the east, looking at the gradually whitening sky, he said to himself: "That's right, just take care of myself."
You Fufeng, Chen Cang.
The tip of Huangfu Song's pen slashed the plain paper coldly and sharply, penetrating the back of the paper, and the thick black ink almost soaked into the table below. Sima Yi sat beside him, also holding a red-tube pen in his hand.
In front of him was a piece of white paper, next to it were the words Huangfu Song had just written. Looking at the comparison of the two people's handwriting, Sima Yi had not put down his pen for a long time, as if he was thinking hard, and his eyes couldn't help but look into the lacquer bowl holding medicine on the side.
Look.
"Since it can't save my life, there's nothing good to drink from this medicine." Huangfu Song's expression was the same as usual, and he was even more energetic than usual. He whispered in a stern tone, as if he was dissatisfied with Sima Yi's absent-mindedness: "
Don't look too worried, I won't die until the Qiang chaos subsides."
"Why do you do this?" Sima Yi asked in a low voice.
"Are you afraid?" Huangfu Song sneered. He knew that the other party was more courageous than anyone else. Once he made a decision, he would have no scruples. Otherwise, Sima Yi would not have taken the chestnuts from the chaos of the court and fought for a world.
, let alone come to his side.
"It's a matter of life and death, everyone will be afraid." Sima Yi confessed honestly, and he finally put a stroke on the plain paper.
Huangfusong suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly he coughed.
Sima Yi, who was well prepared, immediately reached out to help Huangfu Song, and he carefully helped Huangfu Song back to the bed. Looking at Huangfu Song who was coughing heavily, Sima Yi brought him tea and flatly revealed his shortcomings: "I'm actually better than Huangfu Song."
Everyone must be afraid of death, because once a person dies, there is nothing. I am still young and have a long way to go, so there is no need to fight for this moment. I have already thought about it. When this battle is over,
Just go back to your hometown and study peacefully, and after ten years of fame, you can become an official."
"If you want to be an extraordinary person, you can't behave in a regular way." Huangfu Song shook his head slightly and avoided the water brought by Sima Yi: "When you turn thirty, the world will change. You are a hundred times smarter than ordinary people. For this reason, you
I don’t understand. What’s more, at the moment, you also know that some things are actually not up to you. If something happens to me, this burden must be borne by you.”
Sima Yi put the tea bowl heavily back on the table, his voice seemed to be displeased: "What if I don't bear it?"
"Don't stop writing." Huangfusong coughed vaguely. There seemed to be a lump of thick phlegm in his throat that wouldn't go up and down, making it uncomfortable.
Sima Yi hesitated for a moment, then turned his back obediently, picked up the pen and continued to copy.
The 'swish' sound of the pen tip sweeping across the paper seemed to make Huangfusong feel at ease. He smiled happily and triumphantly: "I won't hide it from you these days. With such a body, I can hold on until the enemy retreats from Xi County.
It’s God’s blessing, but I can’t go any further.”
When Sima Yi heard this, he stopped for a moment and continued writing as if nothing happened. He also knew that Huangfu Song's death was approaching not long ago. That time in Yi County, Huangfu Song could do it
As cautious as ever, they waited until Gaishun, Zhang Ji and others captured Chencang, and then worked with Huangfu Song in tandem to attack from east to west and completely annihilate Han Sui. However, Huangfu Song was worried that his deteriorating body would not be able to hold on, so he agreed.
He accepted Sima Yi’s suggestion to attack.
These days, although Han Sui had already retreated to Jieting with his defeated troops, and Chencang was easily surrendered by Ma Teng, Huangfu Song didn't put in much effort, but he always looked haggard when meeting Sima Yi in private. Huangfu
Song knew that he didn't have much time left, and didn't want all his hard work to go to waste, so he placed his hope on Sima Yi, hoping that he would temporarily take over the leadership after his death. This did not require Sima Yi to do more.
What, after Han Sui's defeat, all subsequent military mobilizations and arrangements will go according to plan, as long as Huangfu Song's flag remains erected.
"In front is Yongzhou Zhonggong, behind is Si Li Pei Gong, and further away is General Zhengxi. There are many capable people in Chang'an City. They can preside over major events, so why do you need to involve me?" Sima Yi kept moving his hands.
, wrote a row of densely packed small characters, each word was equally sharp, as if printed with a block of clay from the prison's movable block.
"Because I can't 'die'!" Huangfu Song gasped and said anxiously behind Sima Yi: "If I die now, the morale of the army will be shaken. Looking at Yongliang and Sanfu, who can still be in the prestige?
His merits are higher than those of the generals? Will Zhang Ji accept Gaishun, the underachiever? Will Gaishun accept Ma Teng's past misdeeds? Does Xu Rong have the courage to stand up and lead the generals? Apart from the three of them, Zhong Yuanchang is the same as Pei Juguang
He is a scholar and a Confucian scholar who knows nothing about military affairs. He can always coordinate with the generals, but when there is a crisis, who can afford it? As for the prince in Chang'an... I heard that his health has always been...
No, you wouldn’t put your hope in the Taiwei, right?"
The other party said so much in one breath, how could Sima Yi not know that what he said was the truth. At present, the only person in the northwest who can stir up the main force, lead the generals and convince them is Huangfu Song, and only Huangfu Song. In this pursuit
At the critical moment for the poor bandits, if Huangfu Song's death caused confusion in command and unrest in people's hearts, allowing Han Sui to take a breather in Jincheng, then they would have failed.
"Ming Gong can't have such trust in me." Sima Yi pursed his lips, as if he was enduring something: "If Ming Gong really has that day, he will wait for the imperial edict."
"Huh." Huangfu Song smiled vaguely. Even if the imperial court sent someone else to take over as he said, it would still take a lot of time and energy to sort out the situation, adjust interests, and even calm down some unnecessary disputes.
However, a large amount of resources must be tilted towards Guandong where the emperor is located. Now the imperial court is fully supporting Huangfu Song, just because Han Sui threatens the foundation of Guanzhong. Once Han Sui flees and cannot be pursued, and misses the opportunity for a quick victory, then Yongliang will have another chance.
It will return to the previous situation of long-term stalemate with generals guarding important areas. After the emperor regains control of the world, he is recuperating and recuperating, and he wants to attack Liangzhou again, let alone what year it is.
In Huangfu Song's eyes, there was no difference between this and his own defeat. He sneered, and suddenly said in a low voice full of temptation: "I remember that during the reign of Emperor Xiao'an, your ancestor served as the general who conquered the west. He led the troops and marched separately from the other generals.
The crusade against the Xianling Qiang. At that time, my great-uncle Huangfu Gong was under your ancestor's tent... Now that nearly a hundred years have passed, you and I meet again. Isn't it God's will to end this endless Qiang plague?
?At present, the generals have a total of 50,000 to 60,000 troops... How many men want to achieve unparalleled achievements but cannot get it? Such an opportunity is right in front of you, are you really not tempted?"
He was smiling when he said this, but his gaze was extremely deep as he stared at Sima Yi's back.
Sima Yi stopped writing and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar handwriting on the paper. There seemed to be a voice in his subconscious stopping him from doing this. This was not only to deceive the emperor, but also to deceive the people of the world. He could not bear the consequences. But in his mind
There was another weak voice in his heart, constantly tempting him, wanting him to take over this coveted power.
As long as he agrees, tens of thousands of troops from Yong, Liang, Guanzhong, and even Yizhou will be at his command, countless grain and property, and the officials behind them will all serve him, and the reputation he will gain afterwards
Even though he had been studying for thirty years to make a name for himself, he could not match it. He could decide the rise and fall of a city with almost one word, and could change the fate of countless people with one word. This was the power that everyone longed for, but Sima Yi actually had it at this age.
There is a chance to touch it.
"I don't dare." At that time, his ancestor Sima Jun actually lost the battle, and finally committed suicide out of fear of guilt. If 'fate' was really involved, Sima Yi would not be able to easily accept Huangfu Song's request.
His fear was due to other reasons: "In fact, these days, there is not a day when I am not 'trembling with fear, as if facing an abyss.'" Sima Yi suddenly turned around and saw Huangfu Song shaking his brows unnaturally.
He said calmly: "Being able to see how to march and form formations beside Duke Ming is the biggest gain of my trip, but if you want to leave all this to me, I would not dare to do anything."
"Are you afraid of delaying the big event?" Huangfu Song smiled with some relief. He spoke in a low tone and said in a very quiet voice: "You are still young. If you really took it just now, I wouldn't be worried."
Sima Yi's eyes were deep, as if something had moved. He suddenly felt that maybe he shouldn't have turned around so early, and now he didn't know how to answer Huangfu Song's words.
Huangfu Song had already lowered his eyes. He knew that the other party was a capable person, deep in the city, and prudent enough, otherwise he would not have rashly entrusted him with important matters. He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, as if he was about to fall asleep.
Still maintaining the strange posture of turning his upper body and turning his head to look back, he quietly waited for Huangfu Song to speak: "You asked Wang Fu to take care of Ma Chao and others. Ma Teng is only grateful to you. It is not difficult to listen to your orders. You Ma
Teng supports you, all the ten thousand people in Chencang City belong to you... You are such a confident person, are you really afraid of delaying things? You are just afraid of getting into trouble."
Sima Yi remained silent. It was obvious that Huangfu Song had reached the key point. He raised his eyes and continued: "But have you ever thought about it, whether you do this or not, you will get into trouble."
These words were like thunder, and they immediately shocked Sima Yi Gujing Wubo's face. His eyes widened, as if the most secret things in his heart were being revealed: "Ming Gong... what does it mean?"
"I heard that all the secretaries in the imperial court went to Guandong with your majesty." Huangfu Song said lightly, with a thick phlegm in his throat: "But you and Wang Fu didn't go, why? There are also those who came from the imperial court.
I didn't think of anything that happened to you until... there were so many suitable people in the court, but you came to be my supervisor."
"...It turns out that there is nothing wrong here." Sima Yi looked calmer and said with a wry smile. The supervisor is almost Huangfu Song's deputy. It is the easiest and most profitable position. No matter how many people fight for it, he can't win it.
, but it happened to be obtained by him, a young man with a powerful background in Hanoi. Anyone would guess the hidden secret here, and only those who have personally come into contact with Sima Yi's extraordinary talent, such as Huangfu Song, can learn how much it contains.
Share the truth.
Although Sima Yi knew that serving as a supervisor in Huangfu Song's army would be equivalent to exposing himself to everyone's sight, he still had to do it. Because he had painstakingly prepared for so long, wasn't it just for this day?
Just like this time, even if what Huangfu Song gave him was clearly a disaster, he would still grit his teeth and accept it. If he didn't accept it, an even greater disaster would be waiting for him.
It seemed that wind was blowing in from the gap in the window. Sima Yi turned back without saying a word and started copying the two sentences that Huangfu Song had written in advance.
Those two sentences seemed to be the beginning and the end. Although there were only a few words, they were of great weight. After Sima Yi finished writing a piece of paper, he looked at it carefully and saw clearly written on the white paper.
"The general and minister of the Hussars, Song Ji, gave his first words..."
‘…I will pay my respects and listen to the death penalty.’