Zhui Xu

The snow began to fall again. In addition to the cold wind that occasionally dances snowflakes, the vast plains near the city of Liangliang are quiet and dead.

A battle in the field, bloodshed again and again, originally lived in this land, tens of thousands of people have migrated, vacant abandoned villages, towns in the evening of heavy snow, the strange and dead atmosphere, the birds have already flown Walking, in the mountains, a few animals ran in the snow, the squirrel holding its beak, standing on the edge of the woods, seeing the area that belonged to human beings. In these few months, the people who fell on this land have already been cold.

The wolf occasionally appears.

In a few cases, the lonely horse team ran between the heavy snow, going from somewhere to a certain place, carrying their mission.

In less than half a year, it became a restricted area for strangers.

The 牟 牟 岗 汴 汴 汴 汴 汴 汴 汴 城 城 城 城 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟 牟In the early morning, the loud noise of "砰-" sounded on the ice near the camel.

A team of Jurchen, holding a chain of iron **** or sledgehammers, swaying on the ice near the big camp, white ice fog splashed.

As the area where the Jurchen camped, it was originally the place where the Wu Dynasty Wrangler was. The camel's face is surrounded by water, the grassland is lush, and after blocking the mouth, it is also easy to defend. Just after the real winterfall, the surrounding lakes began to freeze. Especially in the snowy days, the ice surface became thicker. It was originally in the direction of the lake. At this time, the ice surface and the land were completely connected.

After Yao Pingzhong’s night attack plan failed, there were not many people who dared to attack the Jurchen camp. However, after the icing, the Jurchen soldiers of the Camelback had opened the edge of the ice and sent people every day. Patrol mission. Every morning. After the Lux opened the edge of the lake, the patrolling soldiers marched back and forth.

Under the heavy snow, people couldn't tell the difference in the morning or at noon. They only knew that the dawn had been going on for a long time. The patrolling soldiers came and went, and occasionally looked at the flat, long-distance ice and snow lake in front of the horizon. Everything seemed monotonous, and only the busy sounds of the military camps occasionally passed over the towering wooden walls. As the patrol passed, a Jurchen soldier stopped and turned to look at the lake.

Heavy snow falls.

He glanced at him for a moment and caught up with two companions in front.

Our vision has been pushed forward. There are white things on the ice a few meters away from here. It is two figures lying on the ice and in the snow. Wearing white clothes that are difficult to recognize in the snow. One of them put down the tube in his hand and even blocked the front end of the tube with one hand.

After the distant person left, the rough long tubular telescope was lifted up here. The man next to him took out the small book and took out the charcoal pen. He shook hands and wrote the numbers on it.

"Another twenty-five interest... people patrol after...when sharing..."

Without accurate timing tools, you can only estimate the time, in such a snowy day, long-term lurking. It is also a huge burden for the two, and they are here to watch and record quietly. Only occasionally small activities of the body, when hungry, pull out the warm dried meat from the clothes, slowly chew, but try not to move.

Sometimes, Haidongqing passes through heavy snow. Flying into the sky, that is the most difficult time for them.

At dusk, someone quietly came over and replaced them.

The two men quietly receded from the lake and carefully covered the traces. Entering the grove at the end of the 牟Camel, and then walking silently. The temporary residence and joint location is a cave in the mountain. Someone came over and took the things they wrote down. They also talked a few words and sent some supplies. As usual, when you leave, "If you don't have to, don't make a fire."

The fried rice, meat sticks, etc. brought by the other party are already cold. But from his arms, he took out a small iron pot wrapped in the inner layer of the inner layer. The broth was actually warm, and the two of them were quickly sipped and then smashed.

To carry out this kind of task, the clothes on the body are still very warm. The two are a young man in his teens, named Chen Hai, and a middle-aged man in his forties, surnamed Zheng, and Chen Hai called him Zheng Shu.

"Zheng Shu, you said that we can write down these daily, can it come in handy?"

"I slept earlier." Zheng Shu’s words are rare and his voice is not high. "I know."

"The Jurchen is paralyzed..."

After Chen Hai finished this, he will not say it anymore.

The investigating team was assembled by Ning Yi, who was selected in the process of Jianqiang Qingye and later after the Wu Dynasty army was dispersed. Some are talent reserves before the bamboo, but also hunters, or talented people who are proficient in the wild. Chen Hai was a good young man, and he was alive and well. He was rumored that he could go to the snow in the big winter's bare butt. When the Jurchen came, his village could not escape the first wave of massacres. His parents died. Under the butcher's knife, he was lucky to survive. Later, Ning Yi absorbed him.

The next morning, they woke up, ate cold things, and then took over. The snow is raging, sometimes big and sometimes small. After returning to receive new orders, they will also change places slightly. They also vaguely know that it is not only their people who are responsible for investigating the Jurchen camp.

Those who come to contact them should be an official - at least it should be an official. The broth that he brought in his arms every day can make Chen Hai feel warm, because he vaguely knows that there may not be other officials who can do such things.

Not long after he met with Zheng Shu, although Zheng Shu was relatively silent, he used to be a powerful hunter. He occasionally pointed out his two things of hiding and hunting. For a few days, he lurked in such a harsh environment. Only one companion, unconsciously, will regard the other as the only friend, the relative, and the elder of heaven and earth.

That day is November 20.

At noon that day, they were quietly changing positions during the observation. After the snow has been going on for so long, the ice on the lake is actually quite solid. Chen Hai occasionally reaches out and knocks, and there will be nothing. This day is probably a relatively thin place.

In that place, they had been stunned for a morning. When the soldiers on the shore of the lake walked through the field of vision, Zheng Shuzheng was watching with a telescope, and the shattered voice rang from his body.

The two were set there and slowly looked over. Zheng Shu stretched his hand to sweep the snow, and the fine lines stretched out from under him.

Both of them knew that this time they couldn't mess around. Zheng Shuben was silent in character. At this time, he waved his hand and gestured Chen Hai to move to the side, and he moved to the other side.

The ice is smashed.

Zheng Shu fell into the water and came up again. Slightly fluttered twice. In the distance, the patrolman was still walking. Chen Hai, who did not fall down, carefully extended his hand. Zheng Shu took his hand. When he tried hard, the fine lines began to appear under Chen Hai. The other side realized what he had, and let go of his hand. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the direction of the Jurchen military camp and fell into the water. He should not see anyone, but he has stopped making a splash and making a sound.

In the snow, there is a faint voice of Jurchens. They are also looking at this side, but because of the distance, the snow and snow are blocked, they can't see that there is a hole in the ice.

Although he is over forty years old, he is on the definition of the Wu Dynasty. Zheng Shu is actually an old man. Chen Hai was on the sidelines and desperately reached out.

"Give me the handle. It's got it..." He bit his teeth and whispered.

The old man in the lake trembled and untied the telescope on his neck. He reached out and gently placed the telescope on the ice. Then he untied the small parcel behind him - Zheng Shu carrying the small parcel with him, seems to be his entire family - he wanted to hand over the small parcel. But halfway through, the parcel fell into the water.

"..." Chen Hai opened his mouth and tried to open his mouth. He was already crying, and his tears blurred his vision. However, he could not make any sound. Two months ago, when the Jurchen came to their village, they killed his father. His mother hid him in the firewood. He heard a lot of movements and voices. The last thing he heard was a short cry from his mother. The screams. After surviving, he went out from the firewood. His mother died outside the firewood door. He was black mud on his body. He had no clothes on his body. The red blood and black mud wrapped his body. He is crying like this in the firewood.

He vaguely knew what was going on outside, but he didn't dare to go out. His mother did not cry and cry for help from the beginning to the end. When she was finally killed, she couldn’t help but scream. He sat on the side of his mother's body, opened his mouth and cried, and could put his fist in his mouth, but no sound came out.

Some people, when they are sad, can't cry.

In the blurred vision, the old man’s hand did not retract. He gave him a thumb with his last strength and shook it slightly in the air.

The sound of the equipment in the Jurchen military camp came out, and several patrolling soldiers left.

The old man has sunk, and when his body comes up again, Chen Hai knows that by the time the cold weather has sealed this mouth, this winter, the old man will never see the world...

In the evening, the official who gave him the broth brought him back to the Xia Cun Valley. The valley was full of people. Everyone was doing their thing. He was arranged in a small room and someone was sent. I had a meal, but he couldn't eat it. Soon after, some people came over and asked him about the details of Zheng’s death. He said it mechanically again. The other side said: "There will be someone coming over, and the Chen brothers will say it again, they will write down the matter."

"Remember... what..." Chen Hai asked mechanically.

"Remember it... Zheng Shu’s business, I will tell others later."

"Why...speak to others?"

"Because..." the other party thought about it. Someone knocked at the door. It seemed to report what happened. The man listened to the report, nodded, and came back. "In order to let others remember him..."

"He is already dead..." Chen Hai shook his head.

"Well, Chen brothers, I know that you are very sad, and we are very sad, but I still have things to do here, people who come, will explain to you."

"What sadness do you have, you don't know him, you don't know him!" Chen Hai snorted and snorted.

The other person’s eyes seemed to be a bit embarrassing, but they finally left. After a while, someone came in. Chen Hai wanted to lose his temper. However, he saw that the person who came behind the man was the one named Ning Yi. Chen Hai knew that this was a big official.

The man who came in front prepared the pen and paper, and the general officer of Ning Yi had a follower, and he waved his hand outside the door. The big official looked at him for a while before he sat down next to him.

"I heard people say, Zheng Shu’s business, I will see you."

Chen Hai shook his head and did not speak.

The other side said: "He will ask you. More detailed things, we will write down, let people remember him." This cliché made Chen Hai feel angry, he bit his teeth and stared at each other: "Zheng Shuhe Who is it? Where is he? When he died, he gave me the burden. He must, surely, let me hand it over, and now I am handed over to whom!"

"That's for you," the other said. "Zheng Yiquan is like you. His family is dead. His wife died five years ago. His son and daughter, two grandchildren, when the Jurchens came. ......"

The other party shook his head and sighed with a sigh of relief: "...call. So, no matter what is in the baggage. It should be for you."

Chen Hai stunned for a long while, tears fell, and more anger came up: "It is because of this, it is because of this, you ... you choose us, because of this, you chose us to die?" Do you know how my family died? How do I die, how can my mother die..."

"I know." Chen Hai had not finished crying, and the other party interrupted him. "That's because of this, you are chosen... of course not all. But a big part is."

Chen Hai was so angry that he was trembled: "You guys, hiding behind, you guys..."

"I sent you to the most dangerous place, but I didn't ‘hidden' behind.” Ning Yi emphasized that he untied his clothes and then revealed the scar on his chest and arms. Then he went to the person who was ready to write, and pressed his head off. "They didn't hide behind!" The side of the man's neck was also a shocking scar.

"There are people hiding, but people in this place today are not behind." Ning Yi looked at him and said, "I know about the things around you. I have seen many people dead. I confessed that I chose You go to that kind of place, because you have hate in your heart, you can do those things. When you die, you will think about not letting go of those guys. I just chose you because of this, but there is no way, only In this way, I can do things. I just send someone alone, they are not careful enough, they are caught by Jurchens, they are not determined enough, and our affairs are exposed a little bit. In the end, everyone is dead, Jurchen is breaking. Liang, kill more people, even if I am fair to you?"

"But... he is dead..."

"The continuation of Ming is not based on blood." Ning Yi whispered something he didn't understand. "The Jurchen came over, many people died, and many people have no family. Zheng Yiquan's blood is not left, but When you are dying, you are next to you, and you pass him on. The Jurchen is killed, there are so many dead people, some people stay behind, let later people know that there are a group of such people, lived If you die, you will pass it on. If you die, you can't resurrect. If there is no way, die, try to pass the story down."

He looked at Chen Hai and Chen Hai did not speak again. For a long while, he looked up and took a breath, sat down on the stool in the back, just opened his mouth and burst into tears. Ning Yi closed his eyes and stood for a moment, then walked over and passed the recorder's side, knocking on the small table: "If you have already said, don't ask more... enough uncomfortable..."

That night, Chen Hai saw the old man's thumb in his dream. He woke up from his dream and couldn't sleep because he was squinting on the warm bed that had been lingering for a long time. I remembered the figures I saw at the Camelback. He knew that there would be countless people dying, and everything was just beginning.

Pushing open the window, the snow stopped temporarily. He remembered the old man, remembered his parents, and remembered the people in the village. Those who died in this wilderness for the past few months. The old man was quietly at the bottom of the lake. They all seem to stand quietly somewhere. The heavy snow pushes the heavens and the earth around the valley, and their figures are like pushing around. They are so much...

The moonlight in the night sky is like water. The moonlight is like water, and there are countless coats.

He found that he couldn't sleep anymore on the bed. The next day he went back to Camelback. He didn't go to the lake. The Jurchen camp was already murderous...

*

The time is noon, the new jujube door, when the old man walks on the wall, he is running around the city.

The people carrying the buckets are rushing to the wall in batches, pouring water on the outer wall and going on again, so repeatedly. The soldiers have already erected shields and prepared for the obscurity objects such as the Yaksha and the Rolling Stones. Countless defenders are ready to stretch on the wall.

Above the city, the wind is blowing cold, but at this time the cold is no longer worth worrying about. Qin Yuyuan went to the center of the city building not far away. The same two old people have already arrived there. The first one is Li Gang, the other is the Western army's kind of teacher. The kind of teacher is seriously ill, but it is at this time. Can only support it.

Looking out, it was the camp where the Jurchens were stationed during the siege. During this time, some of the equipment for siege and stone throwing were displayed there, but not many. However, the atmosphere on the film scene has begun to change.

More siege equipment, the army has not yet arrived, but the scouts outside the city have received news, the Jurchen general attack is coming.

For this time, Jurchens have been working hard to make equipment. Everyone in the city knows. In his illness, he once considered the strategy of taking the initiative. However, with Yao Pingzhong’s affairs, no one dared to take up such a plan, and the tens of thousands of families brought by the genius Not long ago, it also suffered a defeat in the outer plains of the city of Yongliang. At this time, it was shrinking to rectify the defense nearby.

When the Western Army arrived. People are deeply expecting the combat effectiveness of the Western Army. When the West Army arrives, it will be able to turn the tide. Yao Pingzhong’s failure broke this expectation, and people can continue to look forward to the kind of teacher. However, under such expectations, when the class teacher came to the army, the kind of teacher’s road could not blindly let him stand still. After killing. The family army also returned. Although the seed army still retains the combat power of more than 20,000 people in the seed class, at least the top people have fully understood, even the strongest Western army in the Wu Dynasty, at this time, the Jurchen in the world. In front of the iron ride. It is also hard to say.

In fact, at the beginning, perhaps only the kind of scholastic talents saw this clearly. After he arrived in Beijing, he held Yao Jiajun, and he had been blocking the reckless attack of the army. He only hoped that he would meet with all the diligent forces after the lower part of the army. Can scare Yan Zongwang, let him retreat, or concentrate all his forces on it. It was a pity that when he entered the city, he was looking forward to the city. Zhou Wei couldn’t see him. After all, he was under house arrest and agreed to Yao Pingzhong’s plan. After the release of the kind of teacher, the 200,000-strong army has collapsed, and the old man who is still awake in his illness is hard to return to heaven.

At this time, in the city of Yongliang, there is a lot of people who know the soldiers. However, the Department of War, starting from the highest childhood, saw the Jurchen's momentum, and did not dare to pick up the responsibility of defending the city. He only said that he had retired from the original, and the body of sin could not be convinced. This kind of vision proves his "knowledge". He does not accept it. Others understand that a few qualified people do not dare to pick it up.

The silence of the emperor during this period of time has left the two phases to control the power. In fact, it may be the wait and see. At the end of the day, the second phase only has the power to arbitrarily appoint in the middle-level officers. In this way, their tactical use of defending the city can only be done in a proper manner, and it is impossible to play a multi-line risk.

In short, you can only keep it.

The wind blew over, and the old people who were over 60 years old stood in the snow, waiting for the arrival of the ancestors. Only Qin Yuyuan, after a long time of solemnity, gradually laughed out, the laughter is heroic, and his consistent image does not match. But Li Gang gradually laughed, and then the teacher also laughed.

"I have you and I are here today, face this matter, when it is a big white!" Li Gang said with a smile.

In the distance, the banner of the sect of the army came.

*

Summer village valley. The news has been passed.

In the room, the red and Juan are sewing the lining of some clothes. On the open space outside the door, many people, such as Qin Yuyuan, Han Jing, Yue Fei, Qi Xinyong, and Yu Feidu, gathered here and watched the teenager named Xiaohe wearing those things.

When the armor, which was adorned with iron pieces and steel sheets, was completely worn on the body, the whole person of the juvenile almost became a pair of walking iron armor.

The teenager is not wearing this for the first time. When he swipes and punches, the snow fluttering in the air is roaring. In his rear, the horses wearing armor gently screamed, and at the rear of the rear, more than one armor was riding, all in dress.

"Yes." Ning Yi whispered a word, not far away, Qin Shaoqian stroked the armor of the horse, shaking his head and sighing.

Put on the helmet, hold the knife off, and the young man slammed and turned over.

Soon after, the valley moved. As the evening came, all the people gathered up and down the valley. A pile of bonfire spread, and all the generals such as Ning Yi and Qin Shaoqian appeared above the valley. On the high platform, Qin Shaoqian raised the glass of wine against the people in the valley. Then, from left to right, slowly fall down.

"Today's cup, sacrifice this heaven and earth, the devil, the dead, and you and me who are here. Zongwang has officially sent troops to attack the scorpion today. You, the time is coming..."

The bonfire is raging, and the valley is chilling. Everyone is listening to his words in silence.

Floating in the sky, the sky is snowy, and I don’t dare to get close to it all the time...

*

original.

At night, Qin Shaohe, who was awake from sleep, was in a dimly lit room, and Xiaoxiao was asleep at the bedside. He licked his eyes for a long time, and he woke up until he couldn’t help but cough.

"Master, you woke up, do you want to drink water?" Xiaoyan asked, and then said, "The city defense is fine, don't worry."

"I had a dream. I dreamed of my father." His voice said weakly.

"The father-in-law is always better than here, don't worry."

"Yeah." Qin Shaohe nodded slightly, then he smiled and said:

"Zhan Mei, I think, maybe I can't see my father..."

*

The snowy sea spread, staying up late, November 22, arrived early in the morning.

This morning in the city of Liangliang was extraordinarily quiet. Except for the falling of the snow, it seems that everyone did not wake up. The carriage of the tower passed through the quiet streets and came to the vicinity of the city wall. The division got off the carriage. She has recently come here to help, but this time, the atmosphere in the military camp is somewhat different.

She still had no time to distinguish the change of the atmosphere~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The sound of the horn was faintly and abruptly passed through the huge wall in the distance. Huge objects are passing through the sky. The muffled sound, the bright sky and the snow, like the wind suddenly passed, the division’s body shrank, she felt the earth was moving, and some people shouted in the distance “ah”

boom--

——Booming, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging, banging

The voice of the siege was pulled to the highest in an instant, and the sound of horror drowned the city and shook it with everything it touched...

The ghost door is open... (to be continued...)

Ps: This chapter of six thousand and nine words - I want to not add a single word - can reach two chapters, um, I have already finished the June season...

Then let's finish the year in one month! Haha.

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