Passes and mountains, wasteland city corridors, thousands of miles of rain and fog.

The heavy rains that followed the severe drought continued day after day, delaying the battle that the Song army had been waiting for.

Di Qing made no move.

I don’t know what I’m waiting for…

Someone knew that Dr. Xin delivered meals to the coach's camp every day, and asked Xin Yi insinuatingly.

When to fight?

Why haven't you fought yet?

Xin Yi looked at the falling rain and couldn't figure it out.

"Are you waiting for the rain to stop?"

Di Qing's current position is the military governor of the Southern Conquest Army, but the local administration was paralyzed at the beginning of the war, and all military and political power was vested in him. He was extremely busy all day long, getting up early and working late at night to handle official duties, and rested for less than three hours a day.

At first Xin Yi cooked to please him, but later she truly admired this handsome old man.

Looking at Di Qing with a filter, Xin Yi felt that the old handsome man was extremely charming. If he had delicious food, he was still willing to send it to his barracks.

When Xin Yi carried the freshly stewed Shayuan pork liver soup to the commander's barracks, Di Qing had just finished a meeting with a group of generals.

When the generals exited the barracks and saw Doctor Xin carrying the tray, they all showed friendly smiles.

"Doctor Xin."

"Dr. Xiao Xin."

Everyone who passed by Xin Yi greeted her.

Now everyone in the Southern Expedition camp likes her - because Xinyi has improved their food.

Xin Yi bowed his head and bowed his head one by one.

After all the generals had left, she stepped in and placed the soup cup in the tray on the desk where the official documents were piled.

Di Qing frowned and did not move.

"What else is delicious today?"

Xin Yi glanced at the secret letter with the lacquer in his hand, and looked at the familiar handwriting on it, feeling faintly excited in his heart.

"Pork liver soup can replenish the blood and regulate the liver, improve eyesight and nourish the skin. Master, drink it to make you look good. However, the taste may not be that delicious. Don't dislike it. Eating it is good for your health. Drink it as medicine..."

Di Qing glanced at her, hummed, pushed down the document Xin Yi was staring at, and brought the soup cup over.

"You should step back and rest. No one will come to clean up after a while."

"Oh." Xin Yi followed him obediently without moving her feet.

When Di Qing looked over again, she leaned down and asked with a low smile: "Master, is there going to be a war?"

Di Qing glared at her, "Do you know it's a crime to peek at military secrets?"

Xin Yi was not afraid of him at all and said happily, "So I read it right? That was the news from Brother Ninth, right?"

Di Qing did not deny it, but gouged her out.

"Monkey spirit."

Xin Yi continued to ask with a smile: "Where has Brother Ninth gone? Is he okay? Why hasn't he returned to the camp?"

Di Qing lowered his head to drink the soup and ignored her.

Xin Yi didn't care about his reaction, but still put a smile in front of him, lowered his voice and asked with a gossipy face: "Master, if v wins this battle, will Ninth Brother have to make a meritorious service?"

Di Qing glanced at her, "Do you care so much about whether he makes meritorious deeds?"

Xin Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Of course."

"Humph!" Di Qing glanced at her with dissatisfaction and saw Xin Yi smiling: "Because Ninth Brother has made a meritorious service, he can return to the capital to ask the official for permission to marry me."

Di Qing was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened when he smiled, and he looked sideways at Xin Yi.

"The ambition is not small! Do you still want to be the princess of the county?"

"That's not the case." Xin Yi thought for a moment, and his palm-sized face wrinkled slightly, "Master, tell me, Fu Jiuqu's wife and the county princess are different, right?"

"What's the difference?"

"Of course it's different." Xin Yi looked back, "You are an old antique and don't understand the emotions of young people. Hum, I won't tell you anymore. Farewell!"

After saying that, Xin Yi straightened his body, went to Di Qing and bowed to salute.

Di Qing was often confused by her jumping thoughts, which made Monk Zhanger confused.

"I haven't even finished saying this yet..."

"I'm done." Xin Yi winked with a smile, "Master, please enjoy it slowly. I'm going back to make preparations for the war!"

Di Qing lowered his face and stared at her, "Don't talk nonsense and shake the morale of the army."

"I won't tell others." Xin Yi suppressed his voice and smiled even more playfully when he saw the old beautiful man's angry look.

It is strange to say that after Xin Yi came to the Northern Song Dynasty, he had always been independent and steady. Although he respected his elders, he would take the initiative to keep a distance, but it was different in front of Di Qing...

As Xin Yi shouted "Master" one after another, she unknowingly regarded Di Qing as an elder in her family, close to him without any distance, just like a little girl who was joking casually in front of her father.

Although Di Qing was always harsh on her and glared at her, he never really punished her. He was full of praise for the delicious food she cooked, and even rewarded her with money in private to supplement her. He was far less harsh than he was to his apprentices.

People always like people who like themselves.

Xinyi is no exception.

She was worried about Di Qing, so she prepared Jinchuang medicine and other medicines suitable for the battlefield overnight, put them in small bottles, and prepared to send them over early the next day.

That night, God poured down all the rain that was owed to the southern land, like a torrential downpour. The rain curtains covered the sky and the sun. Xinyi slept on the bed, and could still hear the howling wind and the ringing sound on the roof.

The rustling raindrops.

She fell asleep in a state of nervousness, only to find out at dawn that Di Qing had set out last night, not long after drinking her pig liver soup.

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At the end of September in the fourth year of Huangyou's reign, Di Qing picked up his best troops and went south, marching straight into Pennsylvania to attack Nong's army head-on.

The Nong army responded hastily to the enemy, and the Song army, who did not know how to endure humiliation, was trapped in the quagmire of Pennsylvania...

Once the decline appeared, it would be difficult to recover. In order to preserve the fruits of victory over the past few months, Nong Zhigao had no choice but to return to Yongzhou, where he had previously proclaimed himself emperor. Using his "Great Southern Kingdom" as a defense, he deployed his troops to march south...

The Battle of Pennsylvania was a great victory for the Song Army.

This was also the most joyful battle that Nong Zhigao won since he started his army.

The Song Dynasty was shocked and praised a lot. The reputation of General Di spread all over the world, and the morale of the Southern Expeditionary Army was greatly boosted.

Xin Yi was in the commander's camp and saw everything before and after the war.

At this point, she had to express her sincere admiration.

This old handsome man is truly stunning!

He is brave and strategic, has good tactics, is good at controlling the battlefield situation and manipulating the morale of the army.

In fact, the Southern Expedition of the Northern Song Dynasty was said to have an army of 200,000, but Xinyi observed that the actual number of people participating in the battle was probably very high.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, Guangnan West Road was extremely miasmatic and the climate was hot and humid, but in winter it would snow heavily, and wild elephants often appeared in the mountains and forests. All this was a test for the Song army...

The team led by Nong Zhigao were almost all locals and had long been accustomed to local life. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. How could the Beijing army, who had just arrived, fight in a stalemate with the native Nong army for a long time?

If Di Qing had attacked rashly from the beginning, even if he won, he would have to pay a heavy price.

What's more, it's easy to govern people, but difficult to govern people's hearts. How long can the fruits of victory last?

Unless Di Qing leads his troops to defend the southern border forever, if he leaves, these people will rebel again.

Especially in the Guangyuan area on the border between Jiaozhi and the Song Dynasty, there are still thirty-dong native chiefs, all of whom are ruthless people with barbarian soldiers like Nong Zhigao.

Today there is a Great Southern Kingdom, and tomorrow there is a Great Western Kingdom. Will the Song Dynasty court be exhausted?

If you want to fight, you have to beat someone into submission.

Judging from the Battle of Pennsylvania, Di Qing harvested the greatest fruits at the lowest cost, which can be described as a cunning soldier.

Of course, the young apprentice who has been doing his "old business" for General Di in secret also contributed a lot...

The intelligence work provided by Fu Jiuqu and the Imperial City Division also became an important magic weapon for General Di to defeat the enemy.

The secret letters one after another were General Di’s eyes observing the entire battle situation...

Xin Yi's heart hung nervously, and there was a lump in his throat.

She counted the time and looked forward to the day. While waiting for the decisive battle point in the history books to arrive, she was also afraid of the arrival of that day...

On the one hand, she hopes to end this catastrophic war as soon as possible, but on the other hand, she is worried that after the army returns to power after victory, the uncontrollable situation that will follow will bring both her and Fu Jiuqu into the abyss...

"Doctor Xin."

A soft call disturbed Xin Yi's thoughts.

She turned around and saw Sun Huai standing outside the door.
To be continued...