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Chapter 795 The Yellow River Night Snow
Xianding four years, the first day of the first month.

On the banks of the Yellow River, the Song Army camp in Heyang.

In mid-winter, the sky gets dark quickly, and the sun sets in the west mountain early, and the afterglow illuminates the heavy snow all over the sky, giving off a strange light.

"Crackling, crackling, crackling..."

A string of firecrackers goes off in the camp, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Zhuyuan Zhang, I heard that you begged for a wife a while ago? Are you willing to leave the bed and return to the camp on the first day of the new year?"

"Fuck your grandma, don't meddle in my business... By the way, this is for you."

"Bacon? It's delicious. Haha, it's rare for an iron cock to be generous. There will be a show in the camp at night, and it will be lively."

"..."

Zhang Gui shook his head, he didn't bother to pay any attention to Wang Shuangui, the commander of the Defeat Battalion who was sharpening his knife by the school field, and walked straight to his barracks.

Zhang Shun was changing his armor, stuffing a pair of smelly feet into his military boots.

"elder brother."

"I'm back." Zhang Shun replied casually, and carefully wiped the saber again.

Zhang Gui put down his belongings and said, "Your feet really stink."

"Hey, I didn't think it before, but now that I have these big thick-soled boots, I know my feet are so smelly." Zhang Shun patted his waist knife and said, "A rough person doesn't deserve to wear such clothes and shoes."

Thinking back to the days when we walked barefoot in the mud, I still feel that today's days are too rich, and people don't know what to do.

But Zhang Gui said: "Didn't you think it before? It already stinks before."

"Don't talk too much, the kids are all sent away?"

"It's already being arranged. It will be sent to Huazhou first. The city is high over there. If the battle goes wrong, it is convenient to avoid it in Hanzhong."

"it is good."

The two brothers talked in a casual tone, unlike the old Wang Shuangui outside who talked about "New Year's Day" and "lively".

It has been more than two months since the Defeat Camp was transferred to the banks of the Yellow River. Apart from training, many people also settled here.

Brothers Zhang Shun and Zhang Gui also married wives and bought houses.

After the Battle of Jindouguan, they have been promoted to commander and deputy commander...

This was the first New Year's Eve in Luozuoguan, but because of the war, the New Year's Eve was not well spent, so they had to go home in batches to reunite with their families.

"You said that the Mongolian captives on the other side of the river are preparing for war at this time. Is it because the people on the grassland are not young?" Zhang Gui asked again.

"No matter what you do, you don't want to learn from others and complain that there are still wars during the holidays. Fortunately, you got the news in advance this time, otherwise..."

Zhang Shun thought about it, and repeated the cruel words he heard.

"Otherwise we are having New Year's Eve dinner at home, and the captives will kill us and kill our wives, children, and children."

"I know." Zhang Gui said: "Can I not understand this truth...Brother, where are you going?"

"Go to Xiayangdu to watch the night. Damn, the Yellow River is frozen, the boat can't move, it's all on the ice, and our sailors are useless."

"I'll go with you."

"Put on the armor, move quickly."

Soon, the two brothers led their soldiers to Xiayangdu.

This section of the road was not far away, and we had to brave the cold wind to get out of the camp, and we could already see the Dongchuan River in the east, which was the Yellow River.

When they first arrived, they felt that the rushing Yellow River was noisy, roaring day and night, not as beautiful as the Han River.Now that it's midwinter, the waves on the Yellow River have turned to ice, which makes people uneasy.

But still noisy.

"call!"

The strong wind blew by, whistling non-stop.

Snowflakes as big as goose feathers blow all over people's faces.

Zhang Gui raised the binoculars, but in the wind and snow, he couldn't see the situation on the other side at all.

"Brother, has anyone walked to the other side recently?"

"The six sons led the people away." Zhang Shun stared at the vast snowstorm, and after a while, said: "They never came back."

"Did I get lost or was killed by the Mongolian army?"

"do not know."

After a while, Zhang Shun obviously felt that these three words were not serious enough, so he added another sentence in a muffled voice.

"really do not know."

……

The man on duty at Xiayang Ferry that day was He Tai, the general of the Knee Enemy Battalion.

Among Liu Zheng's old men who surrendered to Li Xia, He Tai was the oldest one.

When he crossed the Yellow River by boat from Shanxi to Xiayangdu, it was still midsummer, and he was sweating profusely, but now it was midwinter, and he was shivering with cold.

When the two brothers Zhang Shun and Zhang Gui arrived, He Tai was sitting by the fire reading the family letter, when he saw someone coming in, he promptly put away the family letter.

"Commander He, we are coming to defend in turn, you can lead the brothers back to the camp."

He Tai nodded, but got up and told the lieutenant general to lead the soldiers back to the camp, but he sat down again and said, "I will guard with you."

Zhang Shun touched a small pot of wine and handed it over, saying: "It's cold, Commander He warms up."

It is not suitable to drink alcohol in the army, but in this cold winter and it is New Year's Eve, a small pot will still be distributed to these generals every day.Zhang Shun never drank, and gave it to others every time.

He Tai was not polite either, just drank it after receiving it.

It seems that staying here is to wait for Zhang Shun to respect his little pot of wine.

Zhang Gui sat down and asked, "Six sons, they haven't come back yet?"

"I can't come back." He Tai said: "Let the Mongolians kill them. The military intelligence department is right. The Mongolian army has assembled to the east bank."

"Has Commander He sent someone to look for it?"

"What else are you looking for?" He Tai frowned, and said: "The Mongolian army must have a lot of people, the six sons are capable, even if he didn't come back, sending someone over would be a waste of life."

"Aren't you familiar with the other side..."

Zhang Gui was still waiting to say more, Zhang Shun had already stood up and kicked him, saying: "Let's go, follow me to inspect the circle."

During the time when the defense was changed, the sky was almost completely dark, and the boats at the ferry had been frozen on the river, unable to move.

The two brothers walked on the ice of the Yellow River, no longer feeling afraid.

Although the cotton armor on his body was warm and light, the cool air still penetrated into his neck. Zhang Gui turned his head and glanced, and seeing that he had already distanced himself from the soldiers behind him, he said, "Brother, why not?" Let me ask him, these surrendered troops are familiar with the situation on the other side of the river..."

"Can you not mention 'surrendering the army'?"

"That's right. It's not that I look down on him. What I'm saying is that he has stayed across the river before."

Zhang Shundao: "It's because they have stayed on the other side of the river, and they also said that there are many Mongolian soldiers on the other side of the river, so we should listen to them. According to what you said, the six sons are also descended from the army, and they are familiar with the other side. Come back, isn't that enough?"

"I don't believe him." Zhang Gui said: "Brother, did you see it just now? When we went in, He Tai was reading the letter, who knows if someone gave it to..."

"do not talk."

Zhang Shun suddenly yelled, he was already a little annoyed, and said in a low voice: "The battle of Jindou Pass, they also fought their lives. They are all brothers in the same robe who killed the captives side by side, so it's interesting to mutter behind their backs."

"I didn't mean anything else, but I just reminded brother to be on guard against him."

After Zhang Gui spoke, his voice became softer.

Because I thought of an unwritten rule in the army, it is not allowed to say that the enemy battalion is a reformed person.

In fact, most of Zhang Gui's subordinates are enemy camps, and he usually maintains this rule the most. This time, it is nothing more than the death of some comrades. He feels that He Tai can't let it go like this.

Seeing that Zhang Gui lowered his head, Zhang Shun patted him on the shoulder, and said, "This is the army. Hundreds of thousands of people gather together to form an army. You can't do anything by yourself. You have to trust big guys... let's go." , go to the garrison tower to have a look."

The night was getting colder and colder, and the Song army stationed in the garrison could not stay in the wilderness, and had been scattered in various places such as garrison towers, watchtowers, ferries, and cabins.

……

Not all soldiers think that such a garrison is meaningful, and every night, it is inevitable that some people will complain.

When Zhang Shun walked up to a garrison building that night, he heard soldiers chatting on it.

"If you ask me, Commander Zhang is a bit too nervous. With this weather and this season, how can the Mongolian army call?"

"Commander Zhang? Ai Zhang is a mud-legged guy. He became a commander at first glance, so of course he has to work hard. He doesn't care if the Mongolian army can come..."

The cold wind whistled outside the arrow pile, covering the footsteps from below. The few soldiers chatting on the tower of the Great Guard didn't hear anyone coming up, and they didn't hesitate to speak. They never believed that the Mongolian army would come. Shun's stature.

"As long as you are so short, you might as well let me be the leader."

"Short..."

The soldier who was talking saw the light of the torch, turned his head, and saw Zhang Shun coming up with the torch, he was startled.

"Commander?! I, I, I didn't mean to call..."

"Commander."

"Commander..."

One by one, the soldiers got up quickly and called out one after another.

But Zhang Shun grinned, laughed, and said: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, my nickname is 'Short Zhang', I'm used to it, it's only comfortable when people call me that."

Seeing that he was really not angry, the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

But after saying this, Zhang Shun's expression changed, and he said again: "But if you say that Mengren won't call, then you are too lax."

"Slack" is a new word he has learned, and it is these new words that make him look more and more general.

"I'm from Junzhou, and you are about the same as me. People from Dengzhou and Xinyang are all from the Nanyang area. Nanyang is great, and the winter is much easier. We think the weather on the Yellow River is difficult, and the Mongolian captives will not come, but Menglu came from the grasslands further north..."

Some soldiers secretly glanced at each other, thinking that Zhang Shun was too wordy.

This is the case when a general is too easy to talk, and sometimes it is easy to lose dignity.

At this moment, they didn't quite believe what Zhang Shun said.

But Zhang Gui had already reached the arrow stack, raised his binoculars to look east, and suddenly exclaimed.

"Look!"

Everyone was startled, and rushed to the arrow butt, and faintly saw a little light of fire appearing in the east in the snowy night.

"The captives are coming!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Ming Dy! Ming Dy!"

"..."

"ignition!"

The cold wind howled, and the snowflakes rolled towards the fire and collided with it, melting into the fire again in a short while.

Groups of bonfires were lit in the night. These were dry firewood piled up by the Song army, as if they were used to burn the ice surface of the Yellow River. In fact, they were not, but to let the Mongolian prisoners on the opposite side know that they had already made preparations here.

"Quick! Blow the horn, assemble..."

Zhang Shun yelled, he forgot his coldness, he summoned the soldiers, and at the same time stared at the dark night ahead, he didn't see the Mongolian army at all.

But gradually, the torches on the opposite side became more and more bright, and finally spread out endlessly...

(End of this chapter)