In May of the tenth year of Yanxi, midsummer has begun, and the heat wave is hitting us.

Fortunately, Feng Da Sima's handsome tent was built on Jingxing. The valley was slightly humid and cool, which was very pleasant.

As the Great Sima who oversaw the internal and external military affairs of the Han Dynasty, Feng Yong did not stay in the rear. Instead, he moved forward along with the progress of the Wei army's stronghold at Jingxing, personally supervising the progress of the war.

As the last Wei fortress on Jingxing was breached, the real pass of Jingxing - Weize Pass - was finally exposed to the Han army.

The anti-horse antlers in front of the pass had been cleared by the highly morale Han army, and the trenches had been filled in.

But in front of Xiongguan, no matter how high the morale is, it seems a bit insignificant.

Watching the crimson tide being pushed back again like an ebbing tide, Feng Dasima, who was standing on a certain mountaintop, put down his telescope expressionlessly.

Da Sima remained silent because of the unfavorable outcome of the war, and no one among his followers spoke. For a while, the atmosphere was somewhat depressing.

"How many casualties have there been these days?"

It wasn't until Feng Da Sima asked that the silence was broken.

Zhuge Zhan, who accompanied the army, said:

"Not counting today, 3,155 people were injured and 1,300 died."

Although he was mentally prepared, Feng Dasima's face couldn't help but become a little gloomy when he heard this number.

This is only the casualty data for the attack on Weize Pass.

The combined casualties of all the Wei army fortresses along the entire Jingxing Road were not as high as those of those attacking Weize Pass these days.

"That's enough. Send my military order to all armies and camps to retreat."

Feng Da Sima looked up at the sky and said slowly:

"The weather is too hot, and the soldiers are very tired these days. From tomorrow on, the entire army will not attack the city. They will seek shade in the mountains to escape the heat, and let the soldiers have a good rest for three days."

Zhuge Zhan hesitated for a moment, but did not respond immediately, but called out:

"Da Sima, this?"

Feng Da Sima frowned and turned to look at Zhuge Zhan.

"Da Sima, the late emperor is in Yiling..."

Facing Feng Da Sima's questioning gaze, Zhuge Zhan mustered up his courage and whispered a reminder.

I was already prepared to be scolded, but I didn't expect Feng Da Sima to have a rather meaningful look in his eyes.

Then he turned back, pointed to Weize Pass ahead, and said slowly:

"If you have this intention, you can see that there has indeed been some progress these days."

"But have you ever thought that if the thieves in the pass really dare to leave the pass, it will be exactly what I want? Just be afraid, they don't have the courage."

"It is said that soldiers have no permanent momentum and water has no permanent shape. How can we generalize about the topography of Jingxing and Yiling?"

The Yiling Mountains are densely forested and hot and dry. The late emperor's camp stretched for hundreds of miles, spanning the north and south of the Yangtze River. Not only was it easy to be defeated one by one, but fire prevention measures were not even taken.

Lu Xun set a fire, and not only were all the troops and battalions unable to rescue them in time, let alone have the chance to stop the fire.

But what is the terrain of Jingxing?

It's such a long and narrow passage, and the mountains on both sides are dotted with scout sentries and temporary arrow towers.

As long as there is a slight movement at the pass, even a bird can be observed defecating. How to attack and set fire to it secretly?

As for fire prevention, that's even simpler.

Clear the isolation zones between the battalions in advance. As long as the Wei thieves don't burn all the battalions of each army at the same time, with the current grassroots organizational strength of the Han army, there is no need to worry at all.

Knowing that Da Sima had already prepared, Zhuge Zhan secretly felt ashamed:

Yes, I forgot that Da Sima’s first battle since he came out of the mountain was to set fire to Longguan and captured Longguan without any effort.

I heard from the old men in the army that during that battle, after the thieves in Longguan were driven out, their mouths and noses were blocked by ashes, and even the blood they spit out was black, which was terrifying.

In the early years, he was even more powerful. In Qiaoshan, he roasted tens of thousands of Kebineng's horses into cooked meat directly in front of the thieves.

I heard that the valleys at Qiaoshan are obviously deserted, but from time to time you can hear the sounds of people screaming and horses neighing.

Even hunters have to stay far away when hunting...

When it comes to proficiency in setting mountains on fire in this world, I am afraid no one dares to compare with Ghost, ahem, Da Sima.

If the traitor really dares to set fire to the mountain with Da Sima, is he probably falling into Da Sima's plan?

After letting go of his worries, the worry on Zhuge Zhan's face had just gone away, but he suddenly remembered something.

Feng Da Sima saw that he looked wrong and frowned again: "Is there anything else?"

Zhuge Zhan replied hesitantly:

"Did Grand Sima forget that yesterday Taiyuan reported that His Majesty sent a batch of memorials from Chang'an?"

"Oh? I really forgot, what did those memorials say?"

Don't forget, Feng Dashima didn't even look at it.

Because he had already guessed what these memorials sent by the emperor's brother-in-law were about.

Although he was leading the army on the front line, Feng Da Sima didn't know anything about Chang'an.

After all, he is also a minister.

Mrs. Right is in the Grand Sima Mansion, nominally the Chief Secretary, but her job is to stay in the Mansion and be the Chief of History.

The letters never stopped. Feng Dashima knew everything about what happened in the court, or at least he didn't know anything about it.

"Those memorials said..."

Zhuge Zhan was about to speak but stopped.

"If you fart quickly, let it go!"

Feng Da Sima just couldn't stand the way his mother was not Jiji.

During his lifetime, the Prime Minister led the army away from home all the time and rarely saw his own son, let alone had time to teach him.

After the death of the Prime Minister, in order to avoid suspicion, the Prime Minister's wife had almost no other men in the house except a few old male servants.

Zhuge Zhan grew up in this environment, which made him somewhat indecisive.

Feng Da Sima personally brought him to the army just to polish off his temper.

"You can't speak because you have shit in your mouth? Why don't you swallow it first and then speak?"

Feng Da Sima, who led the troops in the war, did not appear to be talented at all and was full of shit.

Zhuge Zhan took a deep breath and tried hard to resist the urge to draw his sword and stab to death this half-senior brother who taught on behalf of his father:

"The memorial says that the war has been going on for half a year, but the army is still trapped in Jingxing and cannot enter or leave Hebei. The war has been delayed, which is inconsistent with Da Sima's great military exploits in the past."

"Some people think that the Grand Sima has not done his best, and some even go so far as to persuade His Majesty to send a supervisory army to supervise..."

"I supervise his mother!" Before Consultant Zhuge finished speaking, Feng Da Sima suddenly said something.

Although he didn't understand what it meant, Staff Zhuge felt that it might not be a good thing to match Da Sima's expression.

"Is there General Jiang Gong in those memorials?"

"Uh, no."

"Does anyone have a ministerial order?"

"No."

"Then I'm afraid of him!"

As the Han Dynasty continued to regain old territories, the entanglement of forces and interests of all parties, both in the government and in the opposition, became more and more complicated.

Internal friction is bound to happen, and it is also inevitable for each other to be held back by internal friction.

Especially after the Prime Minister passed away, the rights and responsibilities of the Prime Minister's Office were divided into three parts.

One point was in Da Sima's Mansion, one point was taken back by the emperor, and the other point fell on the Chancellor's desk.

However, Adou is also a man with ragged ears and a soft temper. Without a powerful person like the Prime Minister at the top, who is unwilling to be left alone, people who are unwilling to be left alone will naturally keep popping up.

Just like now, can you say that these people who submitted the petition do not want to revive the Han Dynasty?

No, maybe they really thought that the rebels were vulnerable, and Feng was playing it safe this time, deliberately delaying the war, and had an ulterior motive.

Of course, there may also be people who want to take advantage of the Sanxing Chamber to benefit themselves.

Some people simply want to bark twice in the court to show their presence, so as not to let others know that they also have the right to bark...

But when Zhuge Zhan saw Feng Da Sima looking like this, he couldn't help but protested:

"Brother, people's words are terrible! Not to mention that this is your Majesty..."

But halfway through his words, he realized something was wrong and swallowed the rest of his words abruptly.

Although he hadn't finished speaking, Feng Da Sima had already heard what he meant, and he only heard someone from Feng sneer:

"Human words? What human words? What kind of human words have I not seen in all these years? Do you still need to be afraid of them?"
To be continued...