Farmer of Shu Han

In May of the tenth year of Yanxi, it was already midsummer, and the heat wave was overwhelming.

Fortunately, the general tent of Feng Da Sima was built on Jingxing, and the valley was slightly damp and cool, which was very comfortable.

As the Grand Sima of the Han Dynasty, who was in charge of the internal and external military affairs, Feng Yong did not stay behind, but moved forward continuously with the progress of the attack on the Wei army fort in Jingxing, and personally supervised the progress of the war.

With the last Wei fort in Jingxing being breached, the real pass of Jingxing - Weize Pass - was finally exposed to the Han army.

The antlers of the chevaux deer in front of the pass had been cleared by the Han army with high morale, and the trenches had been filled.

However, in front of the majestic pass, no matter how high the morale was, it seemed a little insignificant.

Looking at the red tide being beaten back again like a receding tide, Feng Da Sima, who was standing on a hill, put down the telescope expressionlessly.

The Grand Marshal remained silent because the war was not going well, and none of the followers who followed him spoke either. For a moment, the atmosphere was somewhat depressing.

"How many casualties have there been in these days?"

It was not until Grand Marshal Feng asked that the silence was broken.

Zhuge Zhan, the military advisor, said:

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

Although he was mentally prepared, Grand Marshal Feng's face still became somewhat gloomy when he heard this number.

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

The casualties of all the Wei army forts on the entire Jingxing Road combined are not as many as those of the attack on Weize Pass these days.

"Enough, pass on my military order, let all the troops and camps retreat."

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

"It's too hot, and the soldiers are tired these days. From tomorrow on, let the whole army stop attacking the city, find shade in the mountains to avoid the heat, and let the soldiers have a good rest for three days."

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

"Da Sima, what?"

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 eyes, Zhuge Zhan mustered up his courage and reminded him in a low voice.

I had already prepared myself to be scolded, but I didn't expect that Feng Da Sima's eyes showed a meaningful look.

Then he turned his head and pointed to the Weize Pass in front of him, and said slowly:

"You can have this idea, and I can see that you have made some progress these days."

"But have you ever thought that if the bandits in the pass really dare to go out, it would be exactly what I want? I am afraid that they don't have the courage."

"As the saying goes, there is no constant situation in the army, and there is no constant shape in the water. How can the terrain of Jingxing and Yiling be generalized?"

Yiling is densely forested, hot and dry. The former 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 there was no fire prevention measure.

After Lu Xun set a fire, the camps of the various divisions could not only not rescue in time, but also had no chance to stop the fire in time.

But what is the terrain of Jingxing?

It is just a narrow passage, and the mountains on both sides are full of scouts and temporary arrow towers.

As long as there is a slight movement at the pass, even a flying bird shitting can be observed, how can a sneak attack and fire be set?

As for fire prevention, it is even simpler.

Clear the isolation zone between the camps in advance. As long as the Wei thieves do not burn all the camps at the same time, there is no need to worry with the current grassroots organization of the Han army.

Knowing that the Grand Marshal had been prepared, Zhuge Zhan secretly felt ashamed:

Yes, I forgot that the first battle since the Grand Marshal came out of the mountains was to set fire to Longguan, and he took Longguan without any effort.

I heard from the old people in the army that in that battle, the thieves in Longguan were forced out, and their mouths and noses were blocked by ashes, and even the blood they vomited was black, which was still terrifying.

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

It is said that now in Qiaoshan, those valleys are obviously empty, but from time to time, you can hear the sound of people shouting and horses neighing.

Even hunters have to stay away from it when hunting...

When it comes to the proficiency of setting fire to the mountains in this world, I'm afraid no one dares to compare with the ghost, ahem, Sima.

If there are thieves who really dare to set fire to the mountains with Sima, wouldn't it be Sima's plan?

After letting go of his worries, Zhuge Zhan's worry just disappeared from his face, but he suddenly remembered something.

Feng Sima saw that he looked wrong and frowned again: "Anything else?"

Zhuge Zhan answered hesitantly:

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

"Oh? I did forget, what did those memorials say?"

Don't say he forgot, Sima Feng didn't even read them.

Because he had long guessed what these memorials sent by his brother-in-law, the emperor, said.

Although he led the army on the front line, Sima Feng was not ignorant of Chang'an.

After all, he also served as the Minister of State.

The Right Lady was in the Grand Marshal's Mansion, nominally the chief secretary, but she was actually doing the work of the Grand Secretary.

The letters never stopped, and Grand Marshal Feng knew everything that happened in the court, but at least he knew it.

"Those memorials said, said..."

Zhuge Zhan was about to say something, but stopped.

"If you have anything to say, please say it!"

Grand Marshal Feng just couldn't stand his nagging look.

During his lifetime, the Prime Minister led the army all year round and rarely saw his biological 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 basically 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 of the shit in your mouth? Why don't you swallow it first before you 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 the half-senior brother who taught on his father's behalf:

"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 was not a good thing to match Da Sima's expression.

"Is there General Jiang Gong in those memorials?"

"Uh, no."

"Is there a ministerial order?"

"No."

"Then I'm scared of him!"

As the Han Dynasty continues to regain its old territory, the entanglement of forces and interests of all parties, both in the government and in the opposition, becomes 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 one 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 memorial 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 Room 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 the words, he realized something was wrong and swallowed the rest of the 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?"

Damn it, with my current reputation, do I still need to be afraid of others?

Based on Mr. Feng's understanding of certain groups, according to folklore of later generations, there was a traitorous minister in the Ji Han Dynasty who bullied men and dominated women, did all kinds of evil, brought harm to the country and the people, and dominated the government and the public.

Moreover, this person's surname was Feng, and he held the position of Grand Master. The world called him Grand Master Feng...

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Da Sima couldn't help but feel angry from his heart and evil from his courage. He just saw him commanding:

"When you go back, write a reply to every memorial: You can do it, otherwise don't say anything!"

"Ah?" Zhuge Zhan was stunned, "Isn't this not good?"

"What's wrong?" Feng Dasima squinted, "Do you want me to report to Your Majesty and plead guilty on my own? And then let them send someone over to point fingers?"

At this point, Feng Dasima snorted again, "Do you believe it? If you dare to take one step back today, they will dare to take two steps forward tomorrow?"

"If you can promise them to come and supervise the army, they will want to ride on your head and yell at you."

"We, the Han Dynasty, have our own military system, and we also have the posts of commanders and governors in the army. Do they do so many things, do they not believe in me, or do they not trust the officers and soldiers of the Han Dynasty?"

When it comes to court politics, Mr. Feng has always been impatient to play probing and pulling.

Whenever there is an opportunity, he will take advantage of the general trend and crush it with dignity.

Testing and pulling are all tricks played by the weak, or at least by equal opponents.

Since crossing illegally, he has only used this method on two people.

One is the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty in the court, and the other is General Zhendong in the backyard.

As for these people now, they are not worthy of being taken seriously by Feng Dashima.

Of course, none of this is a big deal.

To be afraid of certain people is to be a drunkard whose intention is not to drink.

The Han Dynasty has been undergoing restructuring over the years, especially the restructuring of the Tongjun Mansion has just begun.

The Tongjunfu not only helps the court control the local grassroots, but also plays a role in dismantling local powerful forces.

I don’t know how many people regard him as a thorn in his side, so it is inevitable to find ways to obstruct him.

At this time, anyone who wants to point fingers at the military, whether intentionally or unintentionally, will be treated as an opposition.

Swearing people is considered a sign of Feng Da Sima's kindness.

He did not activate the special skill "Smart Talk" and charged the opponent with an unwarranted charge because Feng Dashima had an overall view of the overall situation and paid attention to unity.

This is the principle of guarding against the slightest change.

But from Zhuge Zhan's point of view, he only felt that Feng Da Sima became rude and rude after arriving in the army, which was completely different from his laziness in Chang'an.

Of course, you can't blame him.

After all, with his current age, experience and status, he has not experienced the cruelty and fierceness of the struggle for interests in political struggle.

Especially when it comes to interests or interest group level battles, swearing at people is nothing but killing people.

The mildness of the political struggle in the Jihan court can be called tenderness for the two countries Wei and Wu.

Look at Sun Shiwan, for fishing, even his own son can use it to make a nest.

However, it was precisely because Ji Han's political struggle was too humane that Zhuge Zhan, the second and third generations who had never even seen blood, were too weak to deal with the Wei army led by Zhong Hui, Deng Ai and others in the original history. .

Feng Da Sima took him with him, naturally with the intention of polishing him.

Therefore, no matter how reluctant Zhuge Zhan was, he had to follow Feng Da Sima's wishes and start scolding people after returning.

——

Compared with Feng Da Sima's scolding, Sima Taifu from the east scolded people more fiercely.

"The view of a frog in a well! The disgrace of buying a wife! The view of a hole! The rats are incompetent! If Feng thief enters Hebei, your wealth and life will not be saved, then you deserve it! Damn it! Damn it!"

In the study room of Taifu's Mansion, Taifu Sima's hair and beard were messy, his clothes were messy, and his old face, which was originally wrinkled like ravines, became more and more hideous and ugly because of his anger and curses.

Cursing and cursing, he still felt incomprehensible and hated him, so he smashed all the writing and tea sets on the table to the ground.

Hearing the yelling and smashing sounds coming from the Taifu's study, the servants walked more slowly, not daring to make a sound or even breathe hard.

When passing by the study, I held my breath and tiptoed, wishing I could pass by with my feet dangling in the air.

But soon, the sound of rapid footsteps broke the suffocating silence.

Sima Yi's third son, Sima Nian, came to the study door in a panic. He didn't even care about the yelling and cursing coming from inside. He raised his hand and knocked on the door:

"My lord, my lord? It's not good!"

The yelling and cursing in the room suddenly stopped, and the door was quickly opened. The stooped Sima Taifu appeared in front of Sima Nian with bloodshot eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Why are you so panicked?"

Sima Nian was startled by his master's gloomy and slovenly appearance, and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Say? What happened?"

Taifu Sima, who was exhausted both physically and mentally from all the worries, had long lost the energy he used to cultivate. When he saw his son in this state, his tone couldn't help but become a little stiffer.

"Mother, it's mother, she's dying..."

Sima Nian stuttered a bit and replied.

"Your mother?" Sima Yi quickly reacted, with a look of disgust on his face, "Is it that old guy? Die and die! You just let me be in peace, why are you bothering me?"

Sima Min's biological mother was his concubine, Mrs. Fu, but it was his aunt Zhang Chunhua who made him call his mother.

My lord has been at odds with his aunt for several years, so Sima Nian cannot possibly not know about it, but now he risked his life to come and tell her about it. Naturally, Zhang Chunhua was already at the last moment of his death.

To be honest, Sima Min didn't want to get into trouble with his master.

But Sima Shi was dead and Sima Zhao was far away in Qiao County.

He is the oldest one down.

Therefore, this word can only be conveyed by him.

"Sir, on my mother's side, my grandmother and Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Bai are both here. They were the ones who asked the child to come here."

Sima Yi and Zhang Chunhua turned against each other, and Mrs. Bai was responsible for many factors. When he heard that his beloved concubine Mrs. Bai had gone there, Sima Yi knew that Zhang Chunhua was indeed on his deathbed, so he nodded:

"That's alright, then I'll just take a walk."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards Zhang Chunhua's yard.

Sima Nian, who was following behind him, opened his mouth. He wanted to remind the Lord that this appearance might have been inappropriate in the past, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the words again.

That's all, with the current tense relationship between the adults and my mother, even if I say it, I'm afraid the adults won't listen.

If he didn't think he was going to be scolded again, it would be better not to say anything.