Zhui Xu

The sky has entered the night, and the snow is gathering in the Xia Cun area, which is combined with the light of the bonfire.

After the rebel army was evacuated from here, the surrounding area was the scope of Xia Cun’s complete control. The war stopped only this morning, but all sorts of things, at this time, did not come to an end, the initial carnival and excitement, the joy of the rest of the tiger's mouth has temporarily faded, inside and outside the camp, at this time It is surrounded by various things.

"...the first time of the war, I know that everyone is very tired, and Laozi is tired, but when the meeting is held, General Qin and Mr. Ning have decided to join the camp tomorrow and reinforce the capital. You have to convey this matter well... ”

In the small shack where the lights are on, the middle-level officers of Xia Cunjun are meeting. The news conveyed by the chief Pang Luan is not easy, but even if they are already busy, these officers with hundreds of people are still Get up the spirit.

"... Lien Chan defeated Guo Pharmacist on the 10th, everyone knows. But the Jingshi is in danger. The news from this afternoon has already been clear, and the small kind of people are desperate to go straight to the ancestors! He is Knowing that Zongwang’s siege warfare has also bottomed out. The army of Zongwang has no casualties, so it is difficult to continue to attack the capital. The small species have attracted the attention of Zongwang. Now, the army of the capital cannot be rescued from the city! In the dozens of miles, the soldiers who can fight, only one of us!"

"At today's meeting, Mr. Ning has already stressed that the battle of the capital of the capital to Guo Pharmacist quits, basically finished and finished! This is my victory!"

On the fire, Pang Luan waved his hand: "But the end only represents the big picture, and most of the Beijing teachers have been able to keep it. But this battle, I really won the game? The tens of thousands of women killed, all the way to drive straight, kill To me in the capital. I broke the city several times! Outside Yuliang Liangcheng, I lost hundreds of thousands of troops to me! Forced to retreat them, now I just barely do it, but even if it is forced to retreat, how can it be? Can I block it?"

"Brothers. General Qin, Mr. Ning, said today, no matter what the outcome of today's war, between the two countries will be in the final battle. This is the battle for the death of the country. The most important of this battle. What is it... a warable person!"

Pang Luan settled down and looked at the general officials: "I am like Xia Cun, such as the Dragon General who came to the rescue. If you dare to fight with the Jurchen, I will be able to rely on it." It’s not the wise men who cringe after the big picture, but the brethren who are advancing by hardships! You, the Jurchens want to go back safely, only the power of this war. Our army and Guo Pharmacist have a battle, Quenching into a knife, tomorrow to join the camp of the Jurchen army, or war or not. They are all seeing the blood of the front. When the Japanese woman is coming again, he is the country's mainstay. It will hunt the world, how fast... ...these things, you have to bring to your brothers."

The order from the top was issued shortly, and it was still fermenting, but for the many soldiers in Xia Cun, it was somewhat conscious. A big win. For the Xia Cunshi at this time, there is an unbearable weight, because such a victory is really too little, so difficult and tenacious, they have experienced less.

There are celebrations and carnivals at noon and night. But after opening up the stomach and eating and drinking, the people who are simply immersed in joy are not the majority. Before that, everyone here has experienced too many defeats and seen too many companions' deaths. When death is the norm, people don't feel strange about it. However, when the undead choice appears in front of everyone, the question of why they died and will fail will begin to come up.

For the army at this time, it will be such a feeling after the war. I am afraid this is only one. In a sense, this is also because of Ning Yi’s guidance for several months. Therefore, after the victory, there are people who are sad and who are crying, but of course, in these complex emotions, joy and personal worship from the heart still account for a lot.

The image of Ning Yi and Qin Shaoqian, the image of the martial arts, the tactics of the literary works, the ruling of the martial arts, and the black riding of Lu Liangshan, the large number of green foresters under the bamboo slogan, all kinds of distinctive skills, these things are clear Symbolic, in this army that is pieced together by the miscellaneous army, it is easy to put a mark on everyone's heart.

After a big meal, Mao Yishan went to the injured barracks and saw several brothers who knew him. When he came out, he saw that Quqing was greeting him. In the past few days, this veteran brother who has been in the battle for many years always gives him a feeling of calmness and some depression. Only at this time, it has become a bit different. In the snow, his face is full of joy. A relaxed smile.

No taxi will treat the snow in front of him as one thing.

After a few chats, Qu Qing gave him a stone: "Don't stroll, go back and sharpen the knife."

“Hey?” Mao Yishan groaned and then understood. “Tomorrow, fight?”

"It may not be tomorrow, or there may be no more battles, but there must be a confrontation with Jurchens. It is best not to fight, not to fight. Let us be prepared."

On the afternoon of this day, when the buddhist buds were sacred, even if they were tired, they were also passionate. Soon after, there was news that the class teacher was confronted with Zongwang. After visiting a group of brothers who were still hurting for victory despite their injuries, Mao Yishan, like other soldiers, was psychologically prepared for the Jurchen, and even had a bloodthirsty desire. But of course, eagerness is one thing. It is another thing to do it. On the side of Mao Yishan, I also know that the battles since the 10th, even those who have not entered the wounded barracks, are all exhausted.

However, if it is spoken above, it must be sure, there is nothing to think about.

The two were at the mountainside, chatting a few words while looking down the mountain. On the other side of the Xia Cun Camp, it seems to be a bit of a lively one. It is because from a few days ago, a few people have come over. They are all other people in the vicinity of the Liangliang. It is a bit annoying. Mao Yishan thought of one thing in his heart and asked: "Dr. Big Brother, you used to be in which army is actually an official?"

Quqing martial arts is not low, and the combat experience is rich. The development and changes of many situations on the battlefield can be seen clearly. Mao Yishan has already seen it. I saw him in a good mood today and asked. Qu Qing looked at the mountain. However, I was not upset about this problem. After a while, I smiled and said: "When you are an official... It’s better to be a small soldier."

"That... Big brother, if this is the end of the fight, will you and I have to go back to their respective units?"

This sentence was asked after Mao Yishan hesitated for a while. After the question. Qu Qing was also silent, but in the near future, looking at the bustle of the camp door, frowning, snoring coldly, did not speak again.

Less than one day after the Xia Cun war, it was only in the evening. From then on, the messengers who were dispatched from various armies near the Liangliang came over, these people. Or the other middle-ranking high-ranking people, famous, martial artists, and military officers who once held official positions in the Wurui camp, and were arrested by Chen Yanshu and other big men after the defeat. These people came one after another, on the one hand to congratulate Xia Cun, and praised Qin Shaoqian and others for their unsuccessful efforts. On the other hand, they put forward the attitude of Wei Qin Shaoqian’s head, and hoped to join the Xia Cun army. At this great victory, morale is high. With the same solution to the capital of Beijing.

The arrival of these people also asked a question in the side-by-side attack: at the beginning, due to the defeat of the various armies, the various parties gathered and defeated the soldiers, and each person was placed in a mess, but the expediency, at this time, has got a breather. These soldiers with different preparations are likely to return to the original establishment?

The problem of chaos in the preparation of soldiers may not be solved at one time, but the placement of the generals is relatively clear. For example, in the Xia Cun Army at this time, He Zhicheng was originally attached to the Wuwei Army, He Chengzhong. Mao Lingshan’s chief, Pang Lingming, is the general of Wu Shengjun’s Chen Yanshu. At this time, such middle-level generals are often responsible for the underarms. The problems of the soldiers can be vague. These generals can only be regarded as "secondments". Then, when can they go back with their soldiers?

The Xia Village side is sloppy about such problems. But compared to the usual slowness and the clumsiness of facing Jurchen, the reaction of all parties at this time is sharp and rapid.

Who can talk about things at this level, who will be the real waste?

Beijing.

From the imperial city, Qin Yuyuan went to the military and dealt with a bunch of things on hand. When leaving the military department lobby, the wind and snow are mixed, and the bleak city lights are covered in a blizzard.

On this day, the Jurchen suspended the siege. According to the news from various sources, in the long-term suffering, the optimistic dawn has emerged. Even if the Jurchens win outside the city and then turn around and attack the city, their morale is already two. Exhausted. All the princes of the dynasty have already felt the possibility of peace talks. Although the defense of the capital city can not be relaxed, but because of the stop of the Jurchen offensive, it has finally achieved a breath of a moment.

It’s just that for Qin Yuyuan, many things will not be reduced. Even because of the next possibility, things to be prepared suddenly have been squeezed more.

Whether it is war or not, the follow-up things will only be more cumbersome.

"...go to the jujube door."

So he told the people around him that after going to the carriage, the old man also read some news from the bulletin. In the wars of the past few days, countless deaths and injuries have occurred. In the city of Liangliang, tens of thousands of people have died. There has been a huge war of war, and soaring prices and public security disorders are already happening. Women and children who have lost their families The cries of the old man kept going day and night, and all the way from the military to the city wall could vaguely hear such movements. The problems that these things have been transformed will eventually be collected in the hands of the elderly, turning into huge problems and pressures that ordinary people can't bear, pressing on his shoulders.

Near the smoldering new jujube gate, the old man just put down the work at hand, came down from the car, stuck with a cane, and slowly walked toward the wall.

There are heating bonfires, tents, soldiers and wounded people, and many people will look at them. The old man was thin, and he retired the entourage who wanted to come and help him. While thinking about things, he walked with a cane to the wall. He did not look at these people, including those wounded, including the grief of the family who died in the city. Those days, the old man ignored most of these indifferences. Before arriving at the high stairs, he did not have any help, but he thought about things and slowly picked them up.

The broken walls are filled with blood and suffocating, and the snow is rushing. In the night, you can see the dimly lit Jurchen military camp. The far direction is dark. The old man looked at the distance for a while. Some people and the torches came over, and the old man headed for the ceremony in the snow and snow, and Qin Yuyuan went to the side. The two old men confronted each other silently in the snow.

After a while, the old man at the end opened his mouth and was a kind of teacher.

"I heard the things in the temple today, and Qin Xiang was the soldier for the brothers. The teacher is grateful."

"..." Qin Yuyuan arched his handlessly and heavily.

The kind of teacher road has straightened up: "It’s just that the gratitude is private. Yu Gong, the teacher’s road is like the public, and does not agree with Qin’s idea. The city is in danger, the city’s military strength has bottomed out, and it’s out of town, but it’s The Jurchens are all broken. If the Jurchen is desperate to attack the city, we will only become more and more stretched. The right side is this... ........."

Both sides are smart and versatile, and there are many things. In fact, it is the same as saying nothing. In the battle of Yan Liang, Qin Yuyuan was responsible for logistics and all the customs. For the war, there were not many interventions. It is inspiring to send troops to the division. However, when the Jurchens change their direction and attack the pursuit, the capital cannot be rescued. This is also something that everyone knows. In such a situation, the only voice is fierce. I want to take out the last life force and let the Jurchen people give it a go, save the people in the next class is actually a stable Qin Yuyuan, which is beyond everyone's expectations.

So today, in the Golden Temple, in addition to Qin Yuyuan himself, even the left-lead Li Gang, who has always been with him, has raised objections to this matter. The thing of the capital. The relationship between a country and the survival of a country?

What's more, no matter whether the teacher is dead or alive, this battle seems to have a hope of ending. He is suffering from this kind of branch.

A dynasty lasted for a long time. At the end of the day, it was only the Qin Yuyuan who had offended many people and did not make a tree. After the end of the deliberation, the old man handled the government affairs and then came here. As the brother of the class teacher, although he was grateful to Qin Yuyuan for his derogatory meaning, he also felt that he could not send troops for the current situation.

"Just... Qin Xiang, I don’t understand, but you know what the outcome of this parliament is, why bother..."

In the snow and snow, the cultivar and the Qin dynasty went to the wall together, looking at the darkness in the distance, the fate of the cultivator who did not know the destination, whispered in a low voice.

......

"... Qin Yuyuan, the old dog, is acting today, it is strange."

In the royal study, I wrote a few words, Zhou Wei put the brush down, frowned and took a breath, then stood up and walked away.

"Du Chengxi, you said he is doing..."

In the room, Du Chengxi, who had been looking at the nose and nose, was shocked: "The Holy Spirit said earlier that the right person is the talent of the heavens. In his heart, the slaves can’t guess."

"Hey, the talent of the sky." Zhou Hao smiled with his hands on his hands, and then smirked a smile. "Qin Yuyuan, this person, is very deep, and the road to Qizheng is all right. It is really powerful. There is a ghost idea, and I must have opened the joint before the DPRK. Only this time, hey, put forward such an idea, so that Li Gang will not stand on his side, to say that there is no fraud, who else? letter."

Du Chengxi hesitated a moment: "His holy light, just... the slaves feel that it will be because the battlefield turns around today, the right phase wants to get through the joints, but time is too late?"

"Well? You old dog, talking for him, is it for him?" Zhou Yi took a look at Du Chengxi. Du Chengxi was scared and quickly succumbed to sin, and Zhou Wei waved again.

"Get up, it's just a joke. If you charge the money, then it's fine, would you still be tempted by you?" He paused. "Just, you want to be embarrassed. If it is not enough time, knowing strong Supporting nothing, Qin Yuyuan naturally even the opening will be saved, he is today, the tongue and the courtiers, in the delusion, it is to detect the location, afraid that someone will settle accounts after the fall, want to enemies to decentralize! This old dog, old-fashioned, know sometimes People swear a few words and are scolded for a few words. It is a good thing. It’s just these means, you can’t see it... oh...”

He smiled, the smile lasted for a long time in his face, and then I didn’t know whether it was chewing or relishing. He whispered a few words: "Hey... Xia Cun is a big s..."

This muttered in a low voice, someone came to inform, Li Wei arrived.

"Proclaim him to come in."

Zhou Wei said, walked back to the back of the desk.

Not long after, the last minister, Li Wei, who was in charge of negotiating with the Jurchen, came in.

......

"...the war is different from the political affairs."

The wind and snow plunged on the wall, and the pale hair was shaking in the snow, and it was frosted.

Qin Yuyuan reached out and touched the frozen blood marks on the female wall: "In the past few years, I have tasted people. In the war, what is most important. In Xia Cun, with the bad boy, named Ning Yi, the most loved Qi Qiao. Skills, it is good to study the material. Good research on firearms. When the outsiders talk about war, they are always concerned about the law of war, what is in front and what is in the future, how to deal with certain places. However... encountering Liao people The Jurchens have no effect, only because I am heavy and gentle, and hundreds of thousands of troops have no war, and they have been beaten by tens of thousands of people..."

The old man paused. Sighed: "Chen brothers, the literati is like this. If you argue with others, you must take the second argument. In fact, everything in the heavens and the earth cannot be separated from the middle word. Zi Yan: Zhang Qichi, Wen Wu Fu Neng; Chi Without Zhang, Wen Wufu is. A piece of relaxation, the party is the way of civil and military. But stupid people. Often unable to distinguish. Old life is to be safe, can be above the big things. All are risky, to this day, Brother, do you think that even if I am lucky enough to survive this time, will the Jurchen people not come over next time?"

The teacher said: "There is this lesson. Just pick it up later, and make great efforts today, and you are in the middle of the world..."

"The brothers of the world are light." Qin Yuyuan smiled. "Hundreds of thousands of people have been beaten outside the city, and 100,000 people have died in this city. These hundreds of thousands of people are like this, there are millions and millions. It is also meaningless. What is the truth about this world? Where are the problems of the court and the army, and how many people can see clearly? The world is not able to see clearly, and the lack of it is to dare to bleed and dare to die. The people in the battle of Xia Cun are the same. Before the departure, General Long Yin invited all the people, and there should be fewer people. It is said that Chen Yanshu had blocked people from joining him. The dragon was fought, and he was defeated. Chen Yan Shu is so clever! However, if the dragon is not stimulating the blood, the battle of Xia Cun, I am afraid that there will be no defeat. What is the use of wise people? If the world is all such 'smart people', things will come to the fore, one by one The snoring retreats, knows that it is extremely dangerous, and is disheartened. That summer village, this squatting beam, there is no need to fight, millions of people, do the pig and dog slaves!"

"Say they are smart, but they are smart, really smart, not like this." The old man shook his head. "Now I am facing, what is missing? To block the next time the golden man goes south, what is missing? Not the capital The millions of people are not hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city. It is more than 10,000 people in Xia Cun. It is the 10,000-year-old general who has died under the knife. It is also a small species, with courage and There are more than 20,000 people in the Jurchen rush. If you don’t have them, our people in Beijing will not be considered as human beings..."

The teacher’s road was silent there. Qin Yuyuan looked at the darkness in the distance, and his lips trembled: "The old war may not understand the war, but I only hope that with the power of the city, I will try to contain the Jurchen, so that I can’t attack the races. When you come to the Xia Cun army to join the camp, and then confront the Jurchen army, the city will meet and talk, or you can save the living force. These people are there, the next time you face the seeds of the Jurchen. At this time, if you let the small species go out of the city The whole army is annihilated. The next big war, who still dares to rescue the capital? The old man also knows that this is an adventure. But today’s cause, I know that there will be no disaster for him. If you can take the risk today, you can give him the day, leaving A little bit of money..."

"...Qin Xiang has a good heart, and the teacher said... on behalf of the younger brother, and on behalf of all the Western disciples, thanked." After a while, the kind of teacher was once again in the body and took a gift. The old man looked blank. On the other hand, Qin Yuyuan also took a breath and returned to the ceremony: "Cultivating the world, it is the old generation who thanked the Western Army and could not help the Western Army..."

He sighed, and after a moment, the teacher said, laughing at the side.

"Actually, Qin Xiang may have thought about it," he said in the wind. "She is acting with the soldiers. She also seeks to be safe. She can’t beat it. It’s the second time. Most of the way back is good. In the early years, In the Xixia War, he is such a faction. Even if he is defeated, he will lead the army to escape and think there is no problem. Qin Xiang actually does not have to worry about him."

"Oh, is it?" Qin Yuyuan replied, "Haha... I hope so."

On the wall, the tired two people looked into the distance, and many of the soldiers on the wall looked into the distance. In the darkness, the snow flutters. Because the torches are not blown brightly by the wind, they can't see each other's faces. On the face of the old man of Qin Yuyuan, tears flow down in this darkness. This is the case in the old man who has always been indifferent. Things, I want to come because the snow on the wall is too big...

Jin Yu Temple, Zhou Wei has ordered the order from Li Wei.

"...the matter of the discussion, the left phase is very eager to go in person. After thinking about it, you have already dealt with Zongwang, and the body is more sleek than the left. This time, you can see the machine. The Western Division of the division is being pursued by the sect. If you don't want the Western Army to be too heavy, you have taken the will. Speed ​​out of the city. This is the end of Yan Zongwang, and you should know how to accept it!"

*

North of Liangliang City, Wuzhangling.

In the middle of the night, the snow and snow will freeze everything in the world.

On Wuzhangling, there are bonfires burning, and thousands of people are gathering on the cold hills. Because there are not many firewoods around, there are not many fires that can be raised. Soldiers and war horses gather together. Refuge in the wind and snow to warm.

In the distance below the mountain, the fire patrols, because of the messenger of the soul in the dark.

In a short time, there was a shouting sound, and along the snow, plundering the hills, the soldiers cheered and warned the enemies in the dark, but not long after. They found that this was the enemy's night of mind.

In a small tent in the center of the camp, the old man with a bandage and still bleeding was opened his eyes. Listen to this voice.

"The person who asks for help... rushed out..."

"I rushed out and rushed out..." said Wang Hongjia, an old deputy who had been with him for many years.

"Don't stay here, be careful, let everyone go..."

"Yes."

Wang Hongjia promised this, and after a while, he went out from this small tent. There were serious wounded generals coming over: "There have been truncated by Jurchens all around..."

......

"...the Western Army has gone to the road and has been completely cut off by our army."

Outside Wuzhangling, in the temporary camp, the scouts rushed to report the situation to Zongwang. This is the hope of Zongwang. Untied the cloak and throw it at the accompaniment: "Alright, surround them! If they want to break through, just cut me down! I want them all to die here!"

After the battle of this day, the Western Army persisted for half a day under the attack of the Jurchen, and then collapsed. Among the teachers, most of them led the way to escape, but in fact, the anger of Zongwang’s battle against this battle has all been poured on this desperate Western army. When the Jurchen cavalry launched its full force against the Western Army, West The army’s own line did not have the possibility of a smooth escape. They were cut and cut all the way, and the singles were completely slaughtered. At the end of the day, they were forced to the top of the hill. Both sides stopped.

Not long after, someone came.

"Reporting the commander, the singer has a messenger out of the city, but the martial artist who came to negotiate the previous time. Emperor Wu Dynasty..."

"kill him."

"... want to talk to us."

"Oh? Then don't kill him, bring him here."

"Yes."

"Let him watch me kill these people... talk to them again!"

......

汴梁.

In the middle of the night, in the small room near the city wall, the people who came in from outside the city saw the old man.

"Shu handsome..." Several teenagers with blood on their knees were squatting down. Someone who saw them came over and even cried.

The kind of teacher took the hot water, went to them, and shot their shoulders: "Know it, know..."

"The kind of handsome, small species, he was trapped in Wuzhangling..."

"Know, I know, Cheng Ming, they have come one step at a time, already know, drink some hot water first, warm up the body..."

"Shen handsome, whether the court sent troops..."

"I said I know!" The old man's voice was severe for a moment, then said, "The next thing, I will deal with it, you will eat something later, and meet them with Cheng Ming. Some people will arrange for you to heal and live. under."

"Shu handsome..."

A few people were soon taken away. In the room, the teacher was sitting in a chair and watching the lights swaying from a distance. Soon, the pro-military came over and reported to him that the companion had settled down, and the teacher nodded. "You go on."

"Yes." The pro-military replied, and when he went to the door, he looked back. The old man was still sitting there, looking at the lamp in front. He couldn’t help it: "Growing handsome, are we begging the court?" ......"

"...nothing is possible~www.wuxiaspot.com~ don't be too tempted."

The teacher replied, thinking of Qin Yuyuan in his mind, remembering the words they had said in the city, the little light of the oil lamp, the old man quietly closed his eyes, full of wrinkled face, a slight tremor.

......

The next morning, Wuzhangling.

The snow stopped.

The teacher came out of the tent.

Although known as a small species, his age is not small, full of white hair. He was seriously injured yesterday, but he still wore the armor, then he stepped on the horse and grabbed the knife.

The soldiers gathered toward him, and many people were frozen to death last night. At this time, they could not move.

"The brothers will come over." The soldiers who did not pay attention to the death of the class teacher said to Wang Hongjia, "Spread out with me!"

Wang Hongjia said: "Yes."

In Liangliang City, the kind of teacher road stood at the head of the city and looked at the snowfield that seemed to be innocent.

In the place where he could not see, the class teacher slashed his sword and rushed to the Jurchen cavalry.

Xia Cun, the army pulled out the camp.

In the small room in the city of Liangliang, Xue Changgong opened his eyes and smelled the smell of the nose. His body was wrapped up tightly. Slightly overturned, next to the small bed, a woman was lying there, she was pale, breathing weak, but also the smell of the body - but after all, breathing - that is He Leier.

Soon after – he didn’t know how long it was – someone told him to talk to the Jurchen.

The snow outside the window has stopped. After experiencing such a long, hellish haze and snow, they finally saw the dawn for the first time... (to be continued.) I752

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