The early spring in Guanzhong is much colder than that in Hanzhong.
Feng Junhou pushed the prime minister out, and General Guan held an umbrella and pushed the four-wheeled cart from the horse racing track to the city wall.
It was an ordinary day, and drizzles of rain were falling to the earth.
There may be a few snowflakes in the middle, but these snowflakes often disappear without a trace before they hit the ground.
The remaining snow and ice from winter are melting, everything is wet underfoot, and there is still water in low-lying areas.
When we came to the broad city wall, we felt that the wind was still cold.
The Prime Minister didn't seem to feel the slightest chill.
He greedily breathed the air above Chang'an City and looked at everything under his feet without blinking.
Restore the Han Dynasty and return it to the old capital.
At your feet is the old capital of the Han Dynasty.
I squinted my eyes and looked eastward, but the misty rain blocked my sight.
"Get the telescope."
After taking the telescope from General Guan and looking at it quietly for a long time, the Prime Minister sighed:
"I wish I could see Luoyang."
Feng Junhou said softly:
"Don't worry, Prime Minister, one day the Han army will enter Luoyang."
The Prime Minister put down the telescope, smiled and nodded:
"I believe there will be a day."
Having said this, his eyes became brighter and brighter, but his tone was a little regretful: "It's a pity that I can't see it anymore."
"Prime Minister..."
The Prime Minister didn't seem to hear the choking in Feng Yong's voice, and patted the wheelchair:
"There is hope for the revival of the Han Dynasty, and it is such a beautiful spring day. Feng Mingwen, you are so talented, why don't you write an essay?"
Feng Yong cleared his somewhat blocked throat and forced a smile:
"I can't think of anything right now, but there is a song and lyrics."
"Music is fine. Singing a song at the top of your lungs isn't a pleasure, is it?"
Feng Yong nodded:
"Then I will show my shame."
"Come and sing and listen."
Feng Yong nodded, said "Okay", and then began to sing:
"I am so angry that the rain breaks down where I lean on the railing."
"Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement."
"Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."
"Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and there will be no sorrow."
"The Han Dynasty is weak, but it has not yet flourished; the ministers hate it, but when will it be destroyed?"
"Driving a long chariot to break through Mengjin Yique."
"The ambitious people eat the meat of barbarians when they are hungry, and drink the blood of traitors when they are thirsty and talk about laughter."
"Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que."
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The Prime Minister slapped the handrail and couldn't help but repeat the chant:
"Thirty merits are in dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons... Thirty merits are in dust and earth..."
Calculating the time, it is almost exactly thirty years since the late emperor visited the thatched cottage three times to when it is still in the old capital.
From Nanyang to Jingnan, then from Jingnan to Shu, from Zhengnanzhong to Expedition Guanzhong, the round trip should be eight thousand miles, right?
After the prime minister finished singing, he was so happy that he said repeatedly: "I have a heart, I have a heart!"
After a pause, he asked again: "What is the name of this song?"
"River Red."
The Prime Minister praised: "The river is full of red? The red flag of the Han Dynasty reflects the red flag of the river. What a good name!"
Feng Junhou secretly felt ashamed.
Yue Wumu, after the restoration of the Han Dynasty, the children of the Han family will never suffer the shame of Jingkang again.
I don't think I can use this word of yours anymore, so why not lend it to me for the time being?
When the singing stops, the rain stops.
The sky is clear and blue, the sky is clear, and the world between heaven and earth seems to suddenly become clear.
The Prime Minister straightened his body and looked steadily into the distance.
After a long time, he suddenly asked:
"Of all the generals in the army, Wei Wenchang is the one who disapproves of you the most, and he may not listen to your orders in the future. Why do you just let him lead the army to defeat the Shangdang?"
Feng Junhou smiled and shook his head:
"Prime Minister, I said it doesn't matter whether they obey me or not. What I care about is whether they obey the emperor or not?"
"Besides, in the army now, Wei Wenchang is the most suitable person to lead the army to pacify the Shangdang. Why don't I let him go?"
The Prime Minister's expression became a little solemn:
"You are gambling on the loyalty of the Party and Wei Wenchang. If you win the bet, if Wei Wenchang obeys your military order once, he will be able to obey it a second time."
"If the bet loses, even if Wei Wenchang defeats the Shangdang, what will you do if he really can't stand it, refuses to obey orders, or even turns to the enemy?"
Feng Junhou shrugged:
"I believe Prime Minister."
Although Wei Wenchang was "good at raising soldiers", from the moment the Prime Minister settled in Hanzhong, all the troops in his hands had been taken into the Prime Minister's mansion.
After so many years, it is still unknown how many soldiers are still willing to follow him regardless of the situation and even surrender to the enemy.
Otherwise, in the original history, Wang Ping would not have scolded him a few times in front of the battle, and then his sergeants would have fled in all directions.
That's why Feng Junhou said so calmly, "I believe in the Prime Minister."
Feng Junhou continued to say calmly:
"It was hard for me to get to the party's place, but it is even harder for the enemy to get to it. Since Wei Wenchang can defeat it, I can also defeat it."
The Baixing and other passages between Shangdang and Yecheng are located in the mountains of the Taihang Mountains. It is possible to walk, but it is rugged and difficult to walk.
At that time, Cao Cao personally led the army and marched from Baixing to attack Yuan Shao's remaining troops.
He once wrote a poem: "Going north to the Taihang Mountains, how difficult it is and how majestic it is! The Yangchangzaka is twisted and twisted, and the wheels are destroyed by it." This shows the danger of the road.
So it is not easy to support the Shangdang Party on a large scale from Yecheng?
The Wei thieves can support 10,000 troops from Yecheng, and Feng Junhou can mobilize 20,000 troops from Bingzhou and other places in Hedong.
Why did King Zhao rush to seek war in the later stages of the Changping War and let Zhao Kuo replace Lian Po? Wasn't it because he had been in a stalemate with Qin for too long in Changping and the food and grass were not available?
Zhao's national strength was not as good as Qin's. The two countries fought decisively in the Changping area. Qin's cost of mobilizing troops and transporting grain and grass was lower than that of Zhao.
In the end, Zhao was so exhausted that he had to find a way to end the battle as soon as possible.
The mobilization and transportation capabilities of the current Han Dynasty are far beyond those of the Wei State.
Not to mention it is doubtful whether the current Wei State has the ability and courage to fight another decisive battle.
Even if it has the ability and courage, who can guarantee that Feng Junhou cannot replicate the Changping Battle for Wei?
Besides, if Wei really wants to defend the Party, what about Luoyang? What about Hanoi?
Based on the information about Mi Zhao and the goddess he sent, it is easy to deduce that Sima Yi and the Wei court of Xu Du are most likely already inseparable.
If the State of Wei wants to defend the Party with death, whether Sima Yi will listen or not is still one thing.
Even if they just listened to the advice and the Wei court was worried about Sima Yi leading the troops to Yecheng, Hebei, that would be one thing.
After all, Yecheng was the earliest capital of the Wei State. After the founding of the Wei State, it was regarded as the foundation place.
Even if the entire Wei State worked together, the Han Dynasty could attack from all sides from Bingzhou and Hedong. Would the Wei State dare to enter the plains to fight with the Han Dynasty?
After hearing Feng Junhou's answer, the Prime Minister looked at the distant east in silence, and after a long time he said slowly:
"Now that you have an idea, just go ahead and do it."
Today's big man is no longer a big man who is limited to one state, and is no longer a big man who can only be careful and make no mistakes.
If some inevitable mistakes can help Feng Yong and others grow up faster, the Prime Minister believes that it is worth it.
On the other hand, Feng Junhou couldn't help but pause his hands when he heard the Prime Minister's words:
"Prime Minister, don't you blame me?"
The Prime Minister's eyes gradually narrowed, and his voice was a little ethereal:
"I am old and you have grown up too. When I was in Hanzhong, I often heard students from the school saying to the older generation: Times have changed."
The Prime Minister stretched out his withered finger and pointed into the distance: "From now on, it will be your time."
He seemed to be mumbling to himself, or exhorting:
"I only hope that you can create a truly prosperous age for the Han Dynasty."
"Destroy the thieves and put an end to the chaos, restore peace to the world, protect the peace of the people, prevent future generations from suffering from war, restore the prestige of the Han family, be connected to the sky and the earth, and reach everything..."
The prime minister's eyes shone with hope, as if he had seen the day when the Han Dynasty was reborn.
As he spoke, the Prime Minister's voice became lower and lower, and finally became inaudible.
The telescope in my hand could no longer be held and slipped quietly to the ground.
"Bang!"
The lens of the telescope was broken to pieces, and Feng Junhou's heart was also broken to pieces.
"Prime Minister!"
Feng Yong half-knelt in front of the Prime Minister and cried out sadly, tears could no longer be suppressed and burst out.
The soldiers guarding the city wall, no matter far or near, were all holding weapons, kneeling on one knee, and weeping.
"I am so angry that the rain breaks down where I lean on the railing."
General Guan's loud and clear voice rang over Chang'an...
The news of the Prime Minister's illness and death quickly spread throughout the army, and all the soldiers burst into tears.
According to the instructions of the Prime Minister during his lifetime, General Feng Yong of the Western Conquest was temporarily in charge of all the armies in Guanzhong.
Feng Yong first sent people to Hanzhong as quickly as possible to report the news, and then summoned the generals to collect the prime minister's body and put it into the coffin with everyone.
Then they put on sackcloth and mourning, and the leader mourned in front of the prime minister's coffin.
Everything in the army was kept simple, and after three days of observing filial piety for the Prime Minister, Feng Yong followed the Prime Minister's arrangements before his death and returned to Shu without transporting the body.
He was buried in Lantian County, not far from Chang'an, to show his unwillingness to leave the old capital of the Han Dynasty.
The tombstone sits west to east, looking at Luoyang, the eastern capital.
After handling the prime minister's funeral affairs, Feng Yong held a military meeting alone in Chang'an for the first time.
"The Prime Minister once asked me in public before his death, what should be the next step based on the current situation. I suggested attacking the Shangdang first, and the Prime Minister deeply agreed."
Feng Yong, who was sitting on the commander's seat, was still wearing mourning clothes. His eyes fell on Wei Yan in the front:
"At that time, I suggested sending General Wei to lead the army, and General Wei agreed. I wonder how prepared General Wei has been in the past few days?"
When the generals standing below heard this, their hearts tightened subconsciously.
Unexpectedly, when General Feng raised his account for the first time, he asked Wei Wenchang.
Wei Wenchang had a very dignified temperament and had little contact with most people in the army.
In addition, he is the oldest general in the army, so almost everyone will avoid him and do not want to cause any conflict with him.
When Wei Yan heard Feng Yong's question, he raised his eyelids, and then saw Feng Yong's cold eyes and General Guan standing next to him with his sword drawn.
There is also a scepter standing beside General Guan.
The anger in Wei Yan's eyes flashed, but in the end he just said: "We are ready and can leave at any time."
Yang Yi, who was standing opposite Wei Yan, heard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but have a look of disappointment on her face.
I saw him stand up and say:
"General Feng, the prime minister has just passed away, and people in the army are in a state of confusion. I think that we should not move lightly at this time, lest thieves take advantage of us."
Feng Yong's eyes shifted from Wei Yan to Yang Yi.
At this time, Yang Yi seemed to have tempered a lot. She was no longer as arrogant as before, and instead had a somewhat humble look on her face.
"To capture Shangdang as soon as possible to protect the annexed state to Hedong was the military plan set by the Prime Minister before his death. During his lifetime, the Prime Minister regarded the revitalization of the Han Dynasty as more important than his own life."
"If he knew that we were ruining the world because of his death, I'm afraid the Prime Minister would blame us for our pedantry even under the yellow soil."
After hearing Feng Yong's words, Wei Yan actually raised his head again and looked at Feng Yong with slight surprise, as if he didn't expect that he would say such words.
Yang Yi was slightly embarrassed when Feng Yong retorted like this:
"I am careless."
Then he went back.
Yang Yi's reaction made Feng Yong's eyes stay on him for a while longer, and then he calmly took them back.
The most worrying thing is that both Wei Yan and Yang Yi seem to be surprisingly easy to talk to today, and the next agenda will be much simpler.
Military matters, in addition to logistics, food and fodder, station deployment, epidemics and other such matters, Feng Yong must personally care about and make decisions.
Any further matters, such as fights, gambling in private, etc., if they are not serious, will be handled directly by the camp leaders.
Then the Sima of the camp records what he committed and the result of the incident, and sends it to the commander's camp for record.
If it is serious, let the staff around Feng Junhou give advice on how to deal with it in accordance with military regulations, and then leave it to Feng Junhou to make a decision.
After the seemingly peaceful military meeting ended, the generals came out of the commander's tent.
Wei Yan walked in the front alone, and no one dared to walk alongside him.
Yang Yi, on the other hand, quietly walked at the end alone, and no one was with him either.
Seeing that they were outside the boundaries of the commander's camp, everyone separated. Yang Yi took advantage of others not paying attention and quietly turned a corner.
As soon as Wei Yan returned to his tent, his son Wei Chang followed him:
"Sir, Yang Changshi is here to visit."
Hearing what his son said, even if it was Wei Yan, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
After a while he said:
"How dare Yang Pifu come to me? How many people did he bring with him?"
"Sir, it's just him."
Wei Yan was a little disbelieving: "How dare he come to me alone?"
Wei Chang whispered: "When Chang saw Yang Changshi, he seemed to be avoiding people."
Wei Yan sneered: "Yang Pifu is just a rat in this life, sneaking around."
"Do you want to see him, sir?"
According to past habits, Wei Yan naturally did not want to be in the same tent as Yang Yi.
But I don’t know what he thought of, but he said uncharacteristically: “Let him in first.”
When Wei Chang heard this, he looked at his master in surprise as well, hesitated for a moment, then agreed, turned around and walked out.
After a while, Yang Yi walked in carefully with a vigilant face. When he came in, he looked around.
Wei Yan, who was sitting in the main seat, couldn't help but smile scornfully when he saw his appearance.
Hearing a "clang" sound from above, Yang Yi's face changed drastically, and she subconsciously wanted to turn around and run out.