"Lord Wang, in this case, it seems impossible to capture the Sword Gate Pass, do you want to go back?"

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Moreover, their grain and grass were burned, and there was not much left, which could only support them for a few days, and the grain and grass on the Tibetan side had not yet arrived, and it was not particularly beneficial for them to continue to attack again.

Yuan Fu's strategist vision is still very good.

It's just that after he said this, Liu Bai hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head: "I can't go back, I have one last way, if this doesn't work, it's not too late to go back." ”

When Yuan Fu heard this, he more or less understood what Liu Bai meant, although he felt that this method was not very feasible, but it didn't hurt to try it.

Yuan Fu nodded and said, "Do you want to do it now?" ”

"It will take three or four days to get this matter done, you can tell it now, be quick, we don't have so much time, and send people to urge Tubo to send food quickly."

"Whoa."

After Yuan Fu left, he immediately did as Liu Bai instructed, and the night was dark and the rain was pouring down.

The night went by.

The next day, the sky was fine, and the corpses were all over the field when the sword gate was closed, and at a glance, it gave people an indescribable sense of sadness.

These people were originally ordinary people in Shu, but because they were requisitioned by the rebels, so they died here, if it weren't for the war, they might have lived a life with their families at sunrise and sunset, maybe the days are not exciting enough, but who can say that it is not good?

At least it's better than dying here.

Tang Zhou didn't want to kill anyone, but the war was so cruel that no one could do anything.

The autumn wind is terrible.

Tang Zhou ordered people to clean up the corpses in front of the Jianmen Pass, and after cremating them, he buried all the ashes in a cemetery not far from the Jianmen Pass, but he was only buried like this, and no monument was erected.

However, their behavior suddenly relieved the rebels who were still alive.

This thing should have been done by them, and those who died were their companions, but in the face of those corpses, they could not do anything, and in the end, the Tang family could only help them bury them.

They began to think, to think that they were right to follow the rebels?

Maybe at the beginning, each of them had a dream of worshipping the prime minister in their hearts, but when this dream became more and more distant, would they still have the original persistence?

The shadow of death loomed over them, overwhelming them.

When all the corpses in Jianmen Pass were cleaned up, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The moonlight on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival was very good, and the moon was very round, which made people suddenly think of a lot.

There are legends about the moon and longing for home.

There is also the sadness of a traveler from afar.

That night, Tang Zhou and a group of soldiers drank on the tower of Jianmen Pass, although it was a special period, but Tang Zhou felt that the festival still had to be celebrated, maybe the excitement of the festival could dilute something.

The wine is good wine, except for Cheng Chu's unscrupulous drinking, everyone is a little restrained, after all, this is a special period.

After drinking a lot of wine and eating a lot of food, Tang Zhou got up and looked at the moon with his hands, and suddenly groaned:

The full moon flies into the mirror, and the heart folds the big knife.

Turn the tent and go far away, and climb the laurel and look up to the sky.

The waterway is suspicious of frost and snow, and the forest dwells see feathers.

At this time, looking at the white rabbit, I want to count everything.

A little down the Wushan Gorge, still known as the White Emperor City.

The air is deep and the whole is dark, and the wheel is half bright.

Diao fights are all urging, and the toad is self-leaning.

Zhang Gong leans on the remnants, not only the Han family camp.

This is a Mid-Autumn Festival poem written by Du Fu when he avoided the chaos in Shuzhong, writing about homesickness in the autumn moon and parting from the war.

At such a moment, it is just right.

After Tang Zhou finished chanting, everyone was also infected by Tang Zhou's poem, and couldn't help but have some thoughts and concerns, but this also made them more determined, only in the rebellion in Shuzhong, they can go back to reunite with their families as soon as possible, and there will be no parting from this war.

And when everyone was deeply touched, they couldn't help but admire Tang Zhou's talent, Cheng Chumo and others didn't feel anything, but like Gu Hero, Chen Buzhou, etc., they had only heard about Tang Zhou's talent before, but now when they saw him chanting a poem, they realized that the rumors were true.

The autumn wind blew coolly, and the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet had come to an end, Tang Zhou glanced at everyone and waved away.

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Tang Zhou's poem reached the rebel camp.

This poem is still a bit obscure, and ordinary people may not understand it.

The poem is originally more obscure, Bai Juyi's is okay, but Du Fu's is not.

So after this poem was transmitted to the barracks, few people felt anything at first, but there were actually many talented people in the army, and as soon as these people said the meaning of the poem, the emotions of those soldiers immediately fluctuated.

War and parting, war and death, but why do they choose death?

They could have had better options, they could have lived a more comfortable life.

In this world, not everyone wants to achieve a career.

The poem is spread in the army, and more and more people will memorize it.

Naturally, this poem reached Liu Bai's ears, and after Liu Bai heard this poem, his brows condensed slightly, he did not rule out that this was a very good poem, but he also knew very well that this poem would have an impact on the army, and he would seriously affect the morale of the generals.

And Liu Bai absolutely did not allow this kind of thing to happen, so he issued an order that no one was allowed to discuss the poem again, otherwise it would be dealt with by military law.

Liu Bai's order is an order, and no one dares to disobey it, but if you don't discuss this poem, it doesn't mean that everyone has forgotten about this poem, they are silently thinking about everything about this poem in their hearts, this is a poem that can make them empathize.

In the dead of night, when they think about this poem, they suddenly can't help but cry, they are homesick, they miss everyone in the family.

It's a strange feeling, it came suddenly, people can't suppress it, they want to cry loudly, but they have to endure it so that their emotions don't leak.

Everyone looks at everyone differently than before.

Perhaps, you have found something that resonates.

You can shut a person's mouth, but you can't change a person's heart and his thoughts.

The homesickness was spreading more and more, and Liu Bai knew that they had to speed up.

On August 17, Yuan Fu finally finished what Liu Bai had ordered.

That's a very simple thing, hostage, Datang's hostage.

When Liu Bai swept through Shuzhong, they arrested a lot of officials of the Tang Dynasty, and now, Liu Bai wants to use these officials to do a crazy thing, he wants to use these officials to force Tang Zhou, he wants to make Tang Zhou in a dilemma, he wants to make Tang Zhou pay.

This matter will be a little inhumane and inhumane, but in Liu Bai's opinion, he has no other better choice, he can only do this, and he must do this.