It is now October and the weather is getting colder.

It started to snow in the northwest and the temperature was getting lower and lower.

From the south to the Central Plains to Chang'an, transfer to Xingqing Prefecture, and there are more and more food to arrive in Dunhuang.

With the completion of the Dunhuang to Gaochang, the Xiang army began to transport the grain stored in Dunhuang to Gaochang.

Although the weather was severely cold, Li Guang did not dare to stop for a moment.

He mobilized tens of thousands of people to build large granaries.

It is said to the public that we will continue to expand Gaochang City and move people around us.

But it is actually to hoard military rations.

Overall, everyone believed this excuse.

After all, Li Guang adopted the strategy of Huairou in Gaochang City and showed extreme tolerance to the barbarians here.

And we have also taken practical actions to invest in construction in Gaochang City.

Another important military center for storing grain is Beifu.

It was a secret to transporting military rations, and only Zhao Huan's imperial ministers knew about it in the court.

The other is Tang Ke, Li Guang and Lu Zai know.

Zhao Huan planned to surprise Yelu Dashi.

But in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, suddenly a disbelief news came to the palace: Marshal Zong Ze fell ill.

Zong Ze was already eighty-one years old this year.

When Zhao Huan rushed to the Marshal's Mansion to visit, Zong Ze was lying on the bed and could no longer move.

The one who took Zong Ze's pulse was Doctor Hu.

"I'm going to see your Majesty."

"Doctor Hu, how about the marshal?"

Zong Ze lay on the bed and saw Zhao Huan coming. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't move.

"The marshal doesn't have to be too polite, lie down and rest."

Doctor Hu said: "Your Majesty, the marshal is old and has been overworking recently, I am afraid it is..."

Zhao Huan's face suddenly sank: "See a way to cure the marshal, otherwise I want your head!"

Doctor Hu was so scared that he knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, I will do my best!"

Zong Ying said on the side: "Thank you for your concern. Your Majesty doesn't have to make things difficult for Doctor Hu anymore. My father had a premonition before his illness last night."

Zong Ze's face was weak and he could no longer speak in bed.

Zong Ying continued: "My father asked me to apologize to Your Majesty on his behalf, and he could not accompany Your Majesty to the West!"

Speaking of this, Zong Ying burst into tears and cried in silence, and the female relatives around him also started to cry silently.

Looking at the old man lying on the bed, Zhao Huan felt a sense of emotion, and he was also sad.

Almost all the older generation of generals of the Song Dynasty had withered, leaving only Zhong Shizhong.

Zhong Shizhong also returned to the capital from Youzhou to retire this year. Now the military power of the Yanyun War Zone is transferred to Jieqian.

But when I thought about it, Zhao Huan felt a little relieved.

At least Zong Ze did not cry out sadly in the war of the country and the family as he did in history, "Cross the river, cross the river, cross the river" and then left the world in unwillingness and melancholy.

"His Majesty……"

If Zong Ze's voice was unheard, Zhao Huan walked over and stretched his head to Zong Ze's ear.

"Marson, what do you have to say to me?"

"Your Majesty... I can follow Your Majesty in my later years, but I have no regrets... But I have a saying that Your Majesty doesn't like to hear very much... Please forgive me..."

"Marson, you just say it's okay."

Zong Ze glanced at Zong Ying, and Zong Ying immediately understood and asked everyone to go out.

Doctor Hu also went out with tactfulness.

Zong Ze seemed to be looking back and forced himself to lean on him, saying, "Yelu Dashi just won a great victory and his morale is in full swing. We are hard-working in the expedition, so we should not be too hasty..."

"Marantor, I understand your concerns very much, and I am the only one who is responsible."

"Your Majesty is as wise as the sea, I am beyond my reach. I have not had much time to go, and I still have one last thing to say." Zong Ze coughed violently a few times and said with force, "It is not trustworthy for the merchants to establish the crown prince early."

Zhao Huan fell silent.

Zong Ze suddenly started vomiting blood.

The light in front of me became dimmer and gradually became darker.

In the last light curtain, Zong Ze saw a young man with high spirits.

That year, he was twenty-one years old and a high school Jinshi.

He became an official, but seeing the corruption in the officialdom and the northwest Dangxiang repeatedly fought against the national border, he angrily turned his pen to join the army.

But because of his strong personality, he offended the powerful people in the court and was demoted again and again.

It was not reused until the first year of Jingkang.

That year, he was already sixty-seven years old.

Looking back on my life, before I was 67 years old, my career was full of bumpy careers.

After the age of 67, he followed the emperor and fought all the way, making great contributions to the Song Dynasty.

But he has never been greedy for merit and is very low-key and silent on any occasion.

All the victory belongs to the subordinates, and I do what I should do in obscurity.

Do your best.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty..."

The breath became weaker and weaker, and Zong Ze's eyes were dissipated: "Your Majesty... I want to be Your Majesty's minister again in the next life, and I will follow Your Majesty to protect the country and the country..."

Finally, Zong Ze's eyes were frozen on the day he was a Jinshi in high school.

It was the most unforgettable day of his life.

He didn't sleep all night that night, and finally had the opportunity to benefit the people of the world in this life!

"His Majesty……"

"I'm here!"

Zhao Huan approached Zong Ze with his ears.

Zong Ze's voice was already inaudible: "Your Majesty, I'll say to the outside world... I was assassined by... Yelu Dashi's assassin..."

Before he finished speaking, Zong Ze's last breath had disappeared.

"Doctor Hu! Doctor Hu!"

Doctor Hu from outside ran in quickly, but it was too late, so Zong Ze closed his eyes.

Zhao Huan called out a few times: "Marson! Marshal!"

Doctor Hu was so scared that he knelt down: "Your Majesty, I am incompetent, please forgive me!"

Zong Ying knelt beside the bed in tears.

The women began to feel in pain, and some even fainted from crying.

Zhao Huan said in a heavy tone: "Marson, go with peace of mind. Thank you for your life for doing for the Song Dynasty. I will remember you in the future."

The news of Zong Ze's death spread immediately, and countless people in the public sighed for a moment.

All the ministers in the court went to mourn.

Zong Ze's spiritual position entered the Martyrs' Temple.

A few days later, the news of the Marshal's death reached Yanyun, Liaodong, southeast, southwest, Hedalu, Longyou and the Western Regions Protectorate.

For a time, all major war zones of the Song Dynasty wore mourning clothes to pay tribute to the marshal.

Zhong Shidao had only passed away for three years, and three years later, Zong Ze died.

For a moment, the major war zones felt a little sad.

Another half month later, a piece of news reached the Northwest War Zone: Zong Ze was assassinated by Yelu Dashi's assassin.

As soon as the news came out, the Northwest Station District exploded.

Especially the eight legions under Yue Fei’s command.

Back then, Yue Fei was under Zong Ze's command, and for Yue Fei, Zong Ze was the re-creation of his mentor.

In the hearts of Yang Zaixing and others, Zong Ze has a very high status.

Soon, hatred for Yelu Dashi was burned in the Song army, and hatred for the remnants of the Liao Kingdom was burned in the people.

As November begins, the northwest is already covered with ice and snow, but there are still people who risk their lives to fight to attack the Liao Kingdom and avenge Zongze.

Sitting in Yanfu Palace, looking at the world map.

There is a vast land there, and it is the place where His Majesty Zhao Huan wants to conquer.

He wants to eliminate all hidden dangers for future generations.

However, his emotions suddenly became a little low, and for a moment, he felt that he had no bottom line anymore.

He knew the purpose of Zong Ze doing that before he died, but he felt that this was taking advantage of Zong Ze's death, which was a kind of disrespect.

But in the end he did this.

Emperor, the difficulty lies in overcoming the moral defense line in one's heart.
Chapter completed!