There cannot be two voices in an army. This is the minimum requirement.
If the army is compared to a person, you can be the ears, the arms, and the thighs, but the only thing you cannot be is the brain. A body can only be controlled by one brain.
If there are two voices commanding the body to act, then this person can only be a schizophrenic. No matter how smart the two brains are, the final outcome can only be tragic.
Yun Zheng respects Chen Lin very much, but that doesn't mean that Chen Lin can issue orders or make decisions on his behalf. The first article of the Jingxi Army's military law is to obey the command in all actions.
In military operations, Yun Zheng generally does not allow sergeants to have their own opinions. Sometimes, even if the sergeant's opinions are correct, if he is not very wrong, he will not allow the sergeant to modify his orders unless he corrects them.
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Now that the cannon has been transported back and I have seen it, I feel relieved. I yawn and wave to Sun Jie, indicating that he can take the cannon cart to the military camp to rest. The leading army of the army has already
The pots were buried to make food. After an hour, the army began to have breakfast, and then they would break camp and set off. The next stop would be Yanmen Pass in Dai County.
He could still sleep for an hour, so Yun Zheng naturally wanted to go back to sleep. Five years of pampering had made his body weak. After riding a big green horse for a hundred miles, his whole body seemed to be falling apart. He had to
Seize any opportunity to rest.
"Commander, what is the use of the iron lumps you got?"
"Commander, tell me, where does this iron tube come from? Han Niu said that this thing is used to ward off evil spirits. I said no, and he insisted on arguing with me..."
"roll!"
When Yun Zheng was lying on the bed, annoyed by the harassment, Monkey was still jumping up and down asking questions, so he could only yell and tell him to get out of here.
The wake-up call in the military camp was later than the sound of the wooden fish in the temple. Yun Zheng fell asleep listening to the sound of the wooden fish. Somehow, the sound of the wooden fish finally turned into the sound of raindrops hitting the earth.
After getting up, I realized that it was really raining. Fortunately, it was not raining heavily. Yun Zheng raised his head and looked at the gray sky. After all, he did not issue a military order for the entire army to rest, and continued to march according to the earlier arrangement.
The autumn rain brought a hint of chill. The soldiers wrapped themselves tightly in their ponchos, carried their armor on their backs and led their mules and horses to continue moving forward.
The rain in Wutai Mountain, coupled with the wind here, intensified the chill in the mountains, and only the red leaves all over the mountains seemed to become more vivid. People say that this is how the spectacular fire scene in the mountains came about.
Yun Zheng was very satisfied with the army under his command. The simple Song people only knew how to obey the general's orders. They walked on the winding mountain road for more than 30 miles like a dragon, half of which was still at the bottom of the mountain.
The leading team has already climbed above the clouds and mist.
Next to the winding mountain road is a deep ditch. Although it is not very steep, it will still kill someone if it falls down.
The big green horse has been following Yun Zheng for more than ten years. By now, it has become old and mature. It is walking on the mountain road carrying Yun Zheng as if walking on flat ground. The rain has wet Yun Zheng's cloak, and water droplets are flowing along the hem of his helmet.
The edges dripped onto the cloak, and then seeped into the armor. Even though there was a thick layer of cotton padding inside the armor, Yun Zheng still felt cold to the bone.
As the mountain road climbed higher, Yun Zheng also walked into the clouds and mist halfway up the mountain. When he got here, he discovered that the clouds were very thin. His lower body was in the wet clouds and mist, but his upper body seemed to be in another time and space. The top of his head was still the same.
There were clouds, and the sky was still full of dark clouds, but the rain seemed to fall in two halves. The upper body received very little rain, while the lower body received heavier rain.
It was already noon, and the Marquis asked if the whole army could take a rest and eat some hot food. If they continued walking like this in cold weather, the soldiers and animals would definitely get sick.
Faced with such an environment, the Jingxi Army has long been accustomed to it. When the military commander shouted at the top of his voice for the entire army to rest, the slippery winding mountain road was immediately covered tightly by an oilcloth poncho.
A few spears and a few oilcloth ponchos formed a small tent. The Huotou Army was busy lighting fires and boiling water. The source of the water was the creek on the mountain. The soldiers in the Jingxi Army were not allowed to drink raw water. It had to be boiled.
to drink.
Today’s lunch is fried noodles. This is made from roasted wheat and ground into powder. As military rations, this is obviously not enough. Butter and salt are added to these fried noodles. If you insist on saying what is the difference between the officer’s fried noodles and the sergeant’s fried noodles.
If it's different, it means that a lot of dried fruits and dried fruits are added to the officer's fried noodles, and they are divided into sweet and salty ones. You can change it when you get tired of one flavor of fried noodles.
Fried noodles are a very convenient military ration. The fire-headed soldiers only need to boil a large pot of water. Soldiers who like to drink batter can put a little less fried noodles in the boiling water. After drinking it, the whole body will be warm. If the stomach is still
If you're hungry, have another piece of dry biscuit and everything will be fine.
Yun Zheng ate fried noodles a bit like a Tubo person. He added a small amount of boiling water to the fried noodles, kneaded them into balls with his hands, and ate them piece by piece, just like a Tubo person eating tsampa.
Chen Lin couldn't get used to the butter in the fried noodles, so she was in a daze holding a large bowl of watery noodle soup. This was the first time for him to eat this kind of marching food. In the past, no matter where he went, there were local officials to help him, at least he couldn't eat.
Que, now that they have entered the mountains, the Jingxi Army can only eat itself.
Wang Anshi had too much peace. This guy who could even eat fish food imitated Yun Zheng's example and kneaded the fried noodles into pieces and ate them. The food was very sweet. As the food inspector in the General's Yamen
Officer, he has been walking with the baggage team these days. This is the first time for him to have a meal with the army. On weekdays, he hides in the military tent and does not come out at all.
Monkey brought a bowl of noodles, which was steaming hot. As soon as it came in, a strong aroma of chopped green onion hit his nostrils, and it seemed that there was no shortage of sesame oil.
The monkey gave the noodles to Chen Lin and wanted to take the fried batter from Cheng Lin's bowl. Chen Lin, who was in a daze, suddenly woke up, frowned and looked at the bowl of fragrant noodles and said: "As a supervisor, I
You should share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers..."
Yun Zheng said impatiently: "Eat quickly. It is my responsibility to share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers. You are the supervisor. As long as the fat and white ones you are responsible for raising stay in the back."
Chen Lin's face immediately fell down, and she opened her mouth and said, "Are the supervisors as miserable as you say?"
Yun Zheng shook his head and said: "There is a truth in this. The more incompetent the supervisor is, the better the supervisor is. When Li Chang served as the supervisor of the Western Army in Beijing, he never said much about the military formations that he did not understand.
But he clings to the powers and responsibilities within his authority, so he is the most suitable candidate to oversee the Western Beijing Army."
Chen Lin chuckled and said: "If you want me to be just like Li Chang, you are dreaming!"
The old guy said firmly, but his hand grabbed the white noodles sent by the monkey and ate them very deliciously.
Yun Zheng had nothing to say to him. He picked up his tsampa bowl and raised it towards Wang Anshi. Wang Anshi, who was looking over, also picked up his rice bowl and touched Yun Zheng's rice bowl from a distance. Then the two of them started talking.
Keep eating.
Chen Lin never brought any entourage when he came to Yunzheng. He brought no fewer than three hundred eunuchs and palace guards from the capital. Unlike Wang Anshi, who brought two servants, one old and one young.
Yun Zheng originally wanted to stay away from these two high-ranking eccentrics in the military, but unfortunately the three of them were stirring the pot and it was very difficult to avoid them.
As long as they are walking on a dangerous road, according to military regulations, the three of them cannot get together. This is to ensure that the three biggest leaders in the army will not be killed by accident or the enemy.
Of course, this is the military regulation of the Western Beijing Army. Neither Chen Lin nor Wang Anshi seems willing to abide by it, especially Chen Lin. As long as Yun Zheng leaves his sight, he will become nervous.
After eating and resting for half an hour, the army continued to climb the mountain. If they wanted to set up camp properly, they could only reach the other side of the mountain.
The rain was falling intermittently, but when people reached the top of the mountain, the misty Wutai Mountain was shrouded in rain and mist, resembling a splash-ink landscape painting, except that the addition of red leaves at the foot of the mountain would spoil the artistic conception. The big green horse seemed to be very fond of the scenery at the top of the mountain.
Satisfied, he stopped involuntarily.
Wang Anshi's horse also stopped aside. Seeing that Yun Zheng seemed to be thinking, he smiled and said: "Marquis Yun has always been a master of poetry in the Song Dynasty. Now that I see this magnificent scene, why don't you compose a poem?"
Yun Zheng thought for a while and opened his mouth and said: "Mountain, the horse is whipping up and has not yet got off the saddle. Looking back in surprise, it is three feet and three feet away from the sky. The mountain is overturning the sea and rolling the river with huge waves. It is galloping fast, and the battle of thousands of horses is still in full swing. The mountain is piercing the blue sky.
It’s not broken. The sky wants to fall, so I can lean on it.”
Wang Anshi smiled and said: "These three sixteen-character orders are quite meaningful, and they are very appropriate to the current scene. Marquis Yun is the pillar of our Song Dynasty. This is a fact that everyone knows, so there is no need to say it specifically in the order."
Come out?"
Yun Zheng smiled and said: "The pillar in my mouth is not myself. The pillar of the Great Song Dynasty can only be the people of the Great Song Dynasty. In these years, the mountains and mountains have fallen, and it depends on everyone. No one can be relied on, so...
, no matter what you do, it’s better to rely on yourself.”
Wang Anshi said with a smile: "What Marquis Yun said is absolutely true. When I stood withered under the Fan Tower that day, with rotten eggs and rotten fruits coming at me, I could only rely on myself to stand firm, otherwise I would be knocked down by others.
On that day, only Marquis Yun was the only one who helped me out of justice, and I, Wang Anshi, will repay you for your kindness."
Yun Zheng waved his hand and said: "The roar you made while standing under the Fan Tower really made me sad, but seeing your changes made me angry again. Therefore, when you were thrown vegetables, leaves, and rotten eggs, I
It's a secret joy.
If it hadn't been for that idiot's ridiculous nonsense at the end, I would have been in a good mood that day."
Wang Anshi was not angry, and then smiled and said: "Since Marquis Yun has long made up his mind to escape overseas, it has nothing to do with you whether I want to reform or not. Is the matter of a few taels of silver worthy of Marquis Yun's anger? Could it be that Marquis Yun changed his mind?
Don’t have the idea?”
Yun Zheng laughed and said: "Be careful what you say here, this is the closest to Emperor Haotian!" (To be continued)