I was a famous teacher in ancient times

Ziheng took off the cloak on his body. At this time, the fire had been ignited with difficulty, the firewood was a little damp, and the smoke was filled under the stone wall, and the smoked man burst into tears.

Visibility is very low at night under heavy rain, even if there is smoke, you can't see it from a distance.

When the smoke under the stone wall dissipated, the soldiers with strong hands-on ability had already found stones that could be used as stone pots. The rations wrapped in oil paper were put into the stone pots. Warm up with a bowl of hot soup.

Han Chenhui fought for nearly a day, and then kept traveling through the mountains and forests to find Zhang Min's traces. Han Chenhui leaned against the stone wall and rested motionless.

Ziheng's cloak was hung to warm the fire. He stood in front of the fire for a while, and when he was warmed up, he turned to check General Han's condition.

Han Chenhui was closing his eyes when he heard footsteps and opened his eyes, "Your Majesty, go to the fire to warm up, don't let the wind and cold enter your body and make you sick."

Ziheng was wearing ointment, "The general is wounded, I'll change the medicine for your general."

Han Chenhui's wound had been soaked in rainwater, and the bandages were stained with blood again. The wound that had been treated simply was not optimistic.

Han Chenhui didn't bring much medicine for wounds. He wanted to stand up at first, but now he heard that there was medicine and he didn't put up with it. His sons are still young, and he won't treat his sons badly without the emperor, but how can young children hold on? To be worthy of the Han family, he must live well.

"Just let the soldiers give me the medicine, and the son goes to the fire to warm up."

Ziheng didn't insist, put down the wound medicine in his hand and sat down by the fire.

The soup in the stone pot boiled quickly, Han Chenhui changed his wound medicine and looked better, and he also came to the fire to drink hot soup, and his body warmed up after a bowl of hot soup.

Han Chenhui stretched out his hands to warm the fire, he couldn't help feeling, "We suffer because of the rain, and it's also because of the rain that we dare to make a fire to make soup."

This raised stone wall was the only shelter from the rain in the vicinity, and the soldiers who had been sent out to continue their march returned, but they found no other shelter in front of them.

This shows that Zhang Min is traveling very fast, and the distance from them is not close, and they will not show their traces even if they light a fire and cook soup.

The underwear on Ziheng's body has been dried, and his body is quite comfortable. "Fortunately, I found a place to shelter from the rain."

General Han was also thankful, otherwise many soldiers would suffer from the cold, and he might not be able to survive the severe hypothermia.

The stone wall was not big, and except for the fire, everyone was close together to shelter from the rain. Ziheng's cloak was dry, and he gave half of the cloak to General Han.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, with hail in the rain, and everyone was lucky to find a shelter from the rain again.

Han Chenhui couldn't sleep, "I don't know if the forest soldiers who didn't follow have found a place to shelter from the rain."

Ziheng is not worried, "They are more experienced than us."

Indeed, as Ziheng guessed, the forest soldiers entered the forest with their bags on their backs. They used oilcloth to build a simple shelter from the rain early on.

At this time, in the tent of the Northern Expedition army camp, Ming Jiao's injured leg was splinted again, but he could not rest.

In the last battle, with the exposure of the fake Zhang Min, the soldiers who were loyal to Zhang Min couldn't believe it, but Zhang Min abandoned them, and their faith collapsed for a while.

The heavy rain became heavier and heavier, which made it more difficult for the Northern Expeditionary Army to clean the battlefield, and the cleaning was not finished after dark.

Ming Jiao was injured, and his injured leg seemed to be unconscious. He still insisted on staying on the battlefield, carefully counting the time, and it was not long before he returned to the barracks.

Ming Jiao listened to the reports of the military officers, and the current casualties are only approximate, as for the enemy soldiers annihilated, they have not yet been counted. However, not many prisoners were captured alive in this battle.

In the last hour, it can be said to be a one-sided massacre. Counting the enemy soldiers who committed suicide, Zhang Min's army of nearly 20 in the last battle, it is not bad to survive [-] to [-].

After the first battle between the Northern Expeditionary Army and the Jiang family, they never killed again. This time they killed the most soldiers.

There is a shortage of people in the north, but the diehard members of the Zhang family cannot be left behind. Coupled with the hatred accumulated from many battles, today's ending is doomed.

Ming Jiao listened to the report quietly, and after confirming that General Zhao and others had made arrangements, he signaled everyone to go back to rest. Everyone was exhausted today.

Ming Jiao's stomach growled, and there was only the soup in his stomach. When his meal was served, Ming Jiao devoured it hungrily.

In the dead of night, Ming Jiao woke up after resting for a while. He was worried about Han Chenhui and Shi Zi. After a while, Ming Jiao moved his injured leg, and he had already felt the leg, but the military doctor said that it would be difficult to go to the battlefield in the future.

Ming Jiao lay down for a while and heaved a long sigh. This is what he asked for. The Ming family has made great contributions. His father has won the emperor's trust. He is also a hero of the Northern Expedition. The cusp.

As for Han Chenhui, heh, Han Chenhui has no foundation, and he has some grievances with the emperor, the court officials really don't fear Han Chenhui.

However, the Ming family is different. In front of interests, the Ming family is the target. There is no way to deal with the Ming family for a while. How long will it last?

After Ming Jiao thought about it carefully, he insisted on going to the battlefield with his wounds. His father won the trust of the emperor, so he let go of his military power logically, and his son gained fame again. The future of the Ming family depends on his son.

As for whether the emperor will be short of generals, heh, the emperor has no shortage of generals to go to the battlefield. The students from the military academy are already shining brightly. Tsk, the future military power will only be in the hands of the emperor. If he retreats swiftly, the emperor can also Think more about the good of the Ming family, so that blessings can be passed on to your son.

Yang Xixuan didn't know that Ming Jiao couldn't sleep to seek far-reaching plans for the Ming family. At this time, Yang Xixuan was not resting, and he was looking through the credentials submitted by the neighboring small countries.

Yang Xixuan's actions towards Lanta, followed the envoy's return to the people in power in various countries, and the letter of credence was delivered very quickly.

Especially for the small country bordering on Yang Xixuan's land, food and jewelry were sent along with the letter of credence.

Yang Xixuan would flip through the map from time to time, his eyes burning.

After Wanning fell asleep, Yang Xixuan came back to rest.

Wanning asked, "Going to see the map again?"

Yang Xixuan held his wife's hand, "Yes."

With the end of the troubled times approaching, it would be too fake for him to have no pride in his heart. Only when he looked at the map could he feel calmer.

Wanning was in good spirits, "The capital needs to be rebuilt, how will the palace be built?"

Yang Xixuan really has an idea, "The imperial palace in the previous dynasty was too big. In the future, there will only be our family in the imperial palace. Even if you have children, you will not be satisfied. I don't mean to reduce the area, but to re-plan the use. At least half of the palace will be used for official business. .”

The smile on Wanning's face deepened, they are a family.

Yang Xixuan closed his eyes, he had to wait for news from the north, he would go north in a few days, and he wanted to bring back the northeast land himself.

In the mountains and forests in the north, the rain stopped in the middle of the night, but the dark clouds in the sky still did not dissipate. The westerly wind kept blowing, and the cold people shivered.

Ziheng drank hot soup in the morning, and he sighed, "The hailstorm last night was not small, and the hailstone broke many branches, making it difficult to track."