In fact, in addition to these three ways out, there is another way out, and that is to surrender the grassland.

From Zhang Wuxian to the lowest soldiers, they all understand this so-called way out, but no one has put it into their mouths, compared with the Northwest Army rushing to the Central Plains, it is not only to give away half of the rivers and mountains such as Jiangnan and Shuzhou to others, but also to put himself in the position of a sinner through the ages, Zhang Wuxian does not want to be a sinner for the ages, and he does not want to have such a sinner under his hands.

Between the northwest and Jiangnan or the imperial capital, whether it is the distance on the map, or the actual distance, it seems to be very far, but for the cavalry, in fact, it is not far, if the northwest army surrenders to the grassland, the two cavalry armies rush to attack the imperial capital together, for the Central Plains where the internal air defense is now empty, but ten days can be under the imperial capital, and then it will not be half of the country to be sent to the hands of others, but the huge world will be all handed over.

The city of Ammen Fort fell silent again, and no one spoke, except for the incessant whistling of the wind, mixed with snow particles, which struck his face with pain.

Zhang Wuxian stood in the cold wind, pressed the handle of the knife at his waist with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand.

I don't know when, the sky is actually beginning to fall scattered snowflakes, although not big, but compared with the apricot blossoms and light rain in Jiangnan, the world is very different.

Along with the snowflakes came an increasingly cold climate, which also showed that the situation in Sekawara was not optimistic, of course, the situation here did not refer to the war situation, but to the grain.

It is said that the soldiers and horses go first before the grain and grass are moved, and no matter what famous generals, marching and fighting are inseparable from the word "grain". As we all know, the northwest is the land of Emperor Taizu's dragon rejuvenation, the reason why Emperor Taizu Xiao Yu was able to dominate the northwest and look at the Central Plains, the biggest confidence lies in the Xihe Plain, in addition to the dense fortress on the West River Plain, it is also an important grain area in the northwest, Xu Beiyou and Han Xuan are also a member of this grain area, because of this, the northwest corner of the land can be self-sufficient to a certain extent.

However, because of the extremely cold climate in recent years, the grain production in Xiheyuan is not optimistic, and it is difficult to maintain the consumption of the northwest army, and it is largely dependent on the imperial court to allocate grain and grass, and the imperial court is extremely dependent on the south of the Yangtze River, so the imperial court has to calm the south of the Yangtze River first, and then it can take care of the northwest.

In the case that Caoyun was cut off by the King of Wei, the military food in the northwest was becoming increasingly embarrassed, and it was difficult for the imperial court to allocate grain and grass to support the northwest, no matter how poor the grain production in Xiheyuan was, it was always better than nothing, so Xiheyuan could not afford to lose, and if you wanted to ensure that Xiheyuan was not lost, it meant that the northwest army could not defend with the help of the walled fort system of Xiheyuan, and could only fight head-on with the grassland army.

In any case, the grassland is big enough to be compared with the Great Qi, and the northwest is fighting one place and one country, and the pressure can be imagined.

Zhang Wuxi broke the silence, "In three more days, Lin Shu's army will come over, whether it is Anmen Fort under our feet or Yumen Pass behind us, we can lose it, but we must make him pay a big enough price to ensure that they are unable to attack Xiheyuan in a short period of time." ”

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Twenty-four years of Chengping, the last bit of tail in late spring.

The Northwest Army led by Zhang Wuzhi and the grassland army led by Lin Shu launched a cavalry battle in Liangzhou, this frontal battle without any fancy was barely a win, and in the next dozens of days, the two strongest cavalry armies in the world were fighting continuously, Zhang Wuzhi fought and retreated, Lin Shu attacked the enemy, was ambushed by Zhang Wuxi, and was defeated and lost, so that Lin Han's army, which originally intended to approach Shaanzhou, had to move closer to Liangzhou to meet the remnants of Lin Shu's army.

After Lin Han personally led the royal tent guard army to arrive, although the grassland army still had an advantage in the troops, the morale was low, and the two sides fell into a confrontation situation, and each rested temporarily, but Zhang Wuxian and Lin Han both knew very well in their hearts that this confrontation would not last too long, and in three days at most, the two sides would fight again.

Although the morale of the Northwest Army was high, just like Xu Beiyou, who was fighting with one enemy, he was extremely tired, and in the face of the grassland army, which had an absolute advantage in numbers, the situation of the Northwest Army was still not optimistic.

After Zhang Wuxian finished arranging the military order, the major generals of the Northwest Army walked out of the big tent one after another, leaving Zhang Wuxian alone to sit behind the case, holding his forehead with his hand and sighing softly.

Suddenly the wind arose, and blew up the curtain of the big tent.

Zhang Wuxi raised his head suddenly, his face showing a solemn and vigilant look, but then he became stunned.

Because there was one more person in front of him, a man who should not have been here.

After Zhang Wuxi was silent for a moment, he slowly spoke: "Aren't you supposed to be in Jiangnan? ”

The person who came replied to the question: "This place in the northwest is also my hometown, do you want to go out for a walk with me?"

Zhang Wuxi nodded silently.

The two of them left the barracks together, walking slowly along a path that had been trampled by war horses.

After walking out of a distance, Zhang Wuxi half-squatted down, pinched a handful of soil, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, there was not too much earthy smell, and there was no smell of spring grass.

Zhang Wuxian threw away the soil in his hand and said softly: "As early as ten years ago, I was still a member of the White Lotus Sect, and I once led the army to fight with the Northwest Army, and I was defeated and lost, and the soil at that time was like this, it was trampled extremely hard, like a stone, and that battle left a deep impression on me, so what I once dreamed of was to lead this army, and now I have done it, not only have I done it, but I am also the same as you, wearing the general's seal, almost the ultimate military attaché." ”

Xu Beiyou clasped his hands in his sleeves, shook his head and said, "I am different from you." ”

Zhang Wuxi smiled, and said to himself: "But the current Northwest Army is still a little different from the Northwest Army back then, it's hard to say how Zhuge Gong, the old governor of the Northwest Army, has not fought for decades, those old people died back then, and I am afraid that there are few people who can get on the horse and fight, the current Northwest Army is too young, no matter how it is practiced, even if there are the best war horses and iron armor, how can it be compared with the grassland army on horseback all day long, so ah, the situation in the northwest is very difficult." ”

Xu Beiyou's expression became solemn, and he said softly: "I'm not here to listen to your grievances this time. ”

Zhang Wuxian laughed out loud: "The eldest husband stands in the world, in the final analysis, it is just a death, so why complain to others." ”

Xu Beiyou laughed and said with emotion: "Before I came to the northwest, I once told Bingchen that if I can solve all the problems as soon as I die, then I can't die at all, but the problem is that one death is useless at all, we are not those literati, and it is not my generation to sacrifice our lives to seek fame." ”

Zhang Wuxian smelled the breeze blowing in his face, and said calmly: "Wen is dead, and martial arts are fighting to the death." Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven. ”