On the left is a rushing river, on the right is a vast field, at the end of the field is a rolling hilly line, and further away are endless mountains... This is the rivers and mountains in the east.

In the double-rod van, Zhao Wei, who was shaking with the bumps of the vehicle, slowly retracted his gaze and sighed with emotion. As a royal relative, King Zhao Wei of Yue has been thinking more about how to preserve the glory and wealth of his sect, as well as personal honor and disgrace, gains and losses. He never considers things like the country and the country. Who cares about what is held in his hand? He will not cherish it without losing it. This is the case with the emperor and the country.

Zhao Wei's fief was in Yuedi in the Jianghuai area, and he had never been to Hedong. He was fortunate to enjoy the magnificent rivers and mountains along the way, which brought a huge impact on his heart. The King of Yue of the former Song Dynasty felt extremely deeply that it was so heartbreaking that it was so heartbreaking to fall into the hands of foreign races... Reclaim it! It must be taken back! No matter who the person was taken back, as long as it was still the Han family.

At this point, Zhao Wei couldn't help but reach out and hold the two imperial edicts tightly. He felt both the tension of going on a mission and the sense of mission and pride in the historical events of personally participating in the capture of the mountains and rivers.

Just as he was feeling a lot and thinking, the van stopped suddenly, causing Zhao Wei, who was in deep thought, to lean forward unconsciously, and was about to ask. The car tickled a few times, and then a big furry head wearing a steel trouser in the window, grinned at Zhao Wei, and said, "Zhao Gui, there is already arriving in Qiushui, my brigade is going to go with Zhao Gui... This is a parting way. Yes, it is this word, taught by the little ladies in the night school. Zhao Gui, you are a royal relative and a scholar, isn't my word wrong?"

This person is the commander of the Third Cavalry Regiment of the Third Mixed Brigade, the long-lost leader of the Cavalry General Fang Hongfang Datou.

Going apart? Why? Zhao Wei was surprised. He was ordered to secretly send an envoy to the Jinning Army and the Prefectures. He followed the Third Mixed Brigade all the way. The bandits fled far away wherever he passed along the way, and the chaotic troops retreated. Even the Jin army in Shizhou only dared to watch from the city and did not dare to send troops out of the city to follow. He didn't even think about the battle. The feeling of joy and pleasure of the enemy's passing by was almost made Zhao Wei feel the urge to join the army to repel Fang Chief.

Fortunately, Zhao Wei is already over the age of impulsiveness and is more self-aware. He knows that he can talk to him, but he should leave it to the young man... Although he was surprised by Fang Hong's statement, Zhao Wei is still very calm and smiled and said, "Do your ways. This word is correct, Fang Lang will be bullish in his knowledge."

Fang Hong grinned. For him, it was much better to be as happy as to increase his knowledge. However, it would be a big deal. If Mrs. Lu, who teaches culture in the night school, also said so, it would be very happy...

"but……"

Zhao Wei changed his mind and Fang Hong was a little anxious: "But what?"

"But this word depends on where it is used, for example, I went in separate ways with the army..."

Fang Hong laughed: "That's right. Zhao Gui really wants to separate his troops from our army."

Zhao Wei said in surprise: "Didn't it mean... to go to the Khu Fort together, and see the General Sun Zuo, and then decide whether to send troops to accompany him? Why..."

Fang Hong shook his head and said, "Where is there a constant plan for marching and fighting? Yesterday, news came that Dinghu City was destroyed by the garrison general Zhe Enzhong and several deputy generals. The army in the city was divided into two factions, one wanted to surrender the Jin people, and the other wanted to return to the Jinning army. The two factions confronted each other, each looking for foreign aid. One side looked for the Jin army in Shizhou, and the other side looked for Jinning army. Both the Shizhou army and the Jinning army were too busy to take care of themselves. They couldn't care about this. Such a good opportunity should not be missed. General Zhang Zhonglang has decided to seize Dinghu City by the way. Zhao Gui has other important tasks and does not have to accompany you. There is another person who will take care of you."

"Is there someone else? Who?" Zhao Wei was surprised.

Fang Hong's big head was closed and he moved away from the car window. Zhao Wei poked his head out, but saw a row of cavalry figures on the west bank of the river and on the other side of the bridge. The leader seemed to be a young man, but his face was not real.

Zhao Wei opened the van and stepped down on the pedal of the van. But on the left were infantry walking in three long columns, each wearing light clothes, wearing only a knife, and walking lightly. This was the light infantry of the chariot battalion, the artillery battalion and the engineering battalion. On the right, there were long snake-shaped chariot formations connected to the front and tail, two hundred chariots and three hundred transport vehicles. Under the control of the chariot drivers of the baggage camp, the iron wheels rolled over the hard yellow soil, leaving behind a series of striking ruts. A hundred steps away from the chariot formation were nearly a thousand cavalry battalions officers and soldiers. They were forward and backward, looking left and right, surrounding the chariot formation and the marching team, and the cordon was released ten miles away, becoming the strong shield of this army of more than 3,500 people.

How might it be! My army of the Song Dynasty!

Zhao Wei was very happy and praised from the bottom of his heart. No matter what the lord of Tianshu City thought, in Zhao Wei's mind, this was the army of the Song Dynasty - the soldiers were from Song people, the soldiers were in the Song army's system, plowing the land of Song State, and fighting against the mortal enemy of Song State... What is this the Song army?

When Zhao Wei was just sighing, he saw the young military general on the other side of the river urged the horse, drove the horses and rushed across the wooden bridge, constantly waving to himself: "Uncle Emperor, Uncle Emperor..."

It's Twenty-Sanlang!

Zhao Wei was overjoyed. Among the three royal princes in Tianshu City, the one he loved the most and expressed the most and hoped for was the twenty-sanlang and Zhao Yan.

Among the three princes in Tianshu City, Zhao Xu is the oldest, but he has no heroic spirit, nor is he wise and has no wisdom. If he is a peaceful year, he will not be a wise man, this King Ji is very suitable. However, in this chaotic world where the country is broken and the mountains and rivers are broken, people like Zhao Xu have nothing to do with the Lord of Zhongxing.

Where is the king of Xin Zhao Zhen? Zhao Wei once met this 18 Lang in the house arrest in Tianshu City. His eyes were gloomy and his whole body emitted a breath of trapped beasts. He was sinister and dangerous, and he had no appearance as a ruler...

Only the twenty-sanlang, the young man was flying, the hero was full of strength, and had great potential. The most rare thing was that he was a military officer. After suffering many disasters, Zhao Wei had already understood one thing deeply: the imperial power, the regime, in front of military power, was all paper tigers, and it was broken with one poke, and it was worthless.

Yes, for Zhao Wei, the old man in the previous dynasty, reviving the Song Dynasty was his biggest dream. The Lord Di could not count on him. Fortunately, the royal family still had seeds and hopes. Even if it was slim, they always hope...

The young prime minister who had just turned sixteen did not expect that the emperor's uncle would have expected him to be like an ordinary young man who was happy and happy to see his uncle.

On the order of the army leader, he and the emperor went to the Jinning Army to carry out the task of submission. If things go well, he would go to the prefectures to recruit the Zhe family army again - such a major task that would change the entire northwest. What a glorious thing he could participate as a deputy envoy? How could Zhao Jian not be happy?

"Zhao Ye, the leader of the fourth capital team of the Hunting Barracks, was ordered by the army leader to pick up and drop off the special envoy Zhao across the river and head to the Jinning Army." Wearing a tight navy blue military uniform and a wide belt, two eagle-mouthed guns with leather hoods were inserted across the wide belt, and high-tube horse boots were erect. After Zhao Ye, who was full of heroic and bright eyes, jumped out of the saddle. As soon as he took a step, he suddenly realized his incompetence, so he quickly took a step back, stood up, and gave Zhao Wei a standard military salute, loudly reporting his military rank to show his official position.

"Okay, Twenty-Sanlang..." Zhao Wei looked up and down at the Zhao family's Long'er happily, and he became more and more happy as he looked at it. He suddenly remembered something and said in surprise: "You have been promoted?"

Zhao Jian felt a little embarrassed: "I killed two Xia soldiers outside the Killing Hu Fort, one of them was the Capture Army... However, according to the rewards and punishments in the army, it is not enough to meet the promotion standards, but for the convenience of travel, I will be promoted first... The military leader puts pressure on me. If things are inconsistent and I cannot complete the task, I will be uneasy and have to take it down by myself."

Zhao Wei smiled and said, "You and my uncle and nephew took action, and there are such elite soldiers, so what can't be done?"

Zhao Jian said seriously: "When it comes to the territory of the Jinning Army, there is no use for a number of elite soldiers. The reliance that can really make us stand up straight is the 800 hunters in Yinzhou, or the magnificent and brave third brigade army."

Zhao Wei was stunned, then nodded and sighed: "It makes sense. Uncle Wei is not as clear as you, and he has indeed grown up. Your emperor sister will definitely be very happy to know."

Zhao Jian grinned: "Well, it's almost two months since he left the pacification in mid-March. Is the queen safe? Is the princess safe?

Zhao Wei nodded: "Hello..."

A sound of hooves approached from behind. Zhao Wei turned his head and saw Zhang Li, the chief general of the army, the chariot and cavalry general. This young general who rode on the horse and had a striking big bow in his bow bag next to his saddle, was nodding at the Zhao uncle and nephew and bowing: "Zhang Li has seen two princes with armor on his body, so he can't dismount and give a full tribute."

Zhao Wei smiled faintly, but Zhao Yan said embarrassedly: "In the army, I am just an ordinary leader, not a king... Zhao Yan has seen the General of the Cycling and Cavalry."

Zhang Li nodded and said, "There are still a hundred miles to Jialuchuan. Should the King of Yue take a car or ride a horse?"

Zhao Wei thought for a while and said, "I want to ride a horse, but to reflect the majesty of my Tianshu City, it is best to..."

Zhang Li smiled and said, "I understand. Zhang Li is here to pray to the Chief and Deputy Second Envoy. He has a smooth journey and returned in triumph."

Amid Zhang Li's prayer, Zhao Wei and Zhao Yan's uncle and nephew, rode a horse and a car, crossed the Qiushui River long bridge, met with ten hunters in Hexi, rode their horses and revolved, and headed west.

Zhang Li looked at the backs of the uncle and nephew, and felt emotion in his heart. If he had a slight expectation for the Song Dynasty at the beginning of the Taihang River, in the past year, under the continuous influence of the military commander Di Lie's achievements in all aspects, his heart for reviving the Song Dynasty has gradually faded. After all, he was just a ninth-rank county lieutenant. His military post was originally a military post. His brigade commander was far less loyal to the court than Chen Gui, who had been the former Zhianlu County Chen Gui. In fact, his loyalty was more importantly influenced by Chen Gui, which he respected. As Zhang Li's military post became higher and higher and his military power became heavier, he was also less indifferent to Chen Gui. Zhang Li knew in his heart that this kind of gift from the military commander was not at no cost. Only by following Guan Zhongyong and completely splitting the past, could the position of this brigade commander be truly secure. Otherwise, as Zhao Jun said, he would have to be taken down sooner or later...

"The whole journey crosses the river, direction, southwest, Dinghu City!" Zhang Li knocked his horse's boots with a horse whip, and pointed the halberd hard at the southwest. The depression in his heart seemed to flow away with this finger.
Chapter completed!