The Yuedi rebels did not cross the Ju River, and a great victory came from the north. He Luoana's so-called 200,000 army is really a bluff, but it is true, a small Bei Diruo can send 200,000 troops Come on, even the servants who keep the fire at home and the babies who are still nursing in the tents have to be counted. Although Daxia has been exhausted in raising troops these years, it will not be controlled by a Northern Dilu army.
He Luo'a was beaten to the point of losing his helmet and armor. When he came, he was so valiant, and when he left, he was so disheveled. He left Beiyan Pass, leaving hundreds of old, weak, sick and disabled people all the way along the foothills of Yanshan Mountain. Fleeing to the northwest, he fled straight to the ruins of the Beidi Imperial City. Standing on the charred bones of his father and relatives, under the siege of the Daxia army, he wandered for dozens of steps, apologized and killed himself.
Back then, it was here that General Ji, Duke of Li, set fire to Beidi Imperial City to avenge his son who died young.
It was also here that before He Luo'a died, he held a long knife that had been cut open, looking like a madman, pointing at the sky and the earth, pointing at himself, and laughed three times, scolding and mocking himself: "I have been busy for many years, and I have done nothing for others. Made a wedding dress! Thanks to my father who treated him as a guest of honor, and thanks to his words, I believed that he would give me reinforcements! How stupid!" He pointed at the scarlet-armored and silver-helmed Great Xia general, crying and laughing helplessly. "Your Daxia is rotten from head to toe! Go back and tell that old man surnamed Ji, he took revenge and found the wrong person! Hahahahaha—"
He Luo'a died, leaving behind a panicked old servant who hadn't had time to die with the Lord, and was taken back to the barracks.
The old servant is a member of the old palace. He has served several generations of the Beidi royal family. He has seen all kinds of blood and rain and secret transactions inside and outside the palace. He is getting old and can't stand torture or beating. Towards horror. There was a food shortage in Beidi in those years, so he had no choice but to harass the Daxia border frequently to plunder food and grass, but was defeated by Ji's army. In the golden autumn of that year, a handsome young man came to Beidi, claiming to have a good recipe to save Beidi from danger.
He really has a way to defeat the ever-victorious Ji family army, and let the Beidi scouts enter the pass, disguised as businessmen, swagger into the capital, and kidnap the children of the general Ji's family.
The young man, who claimed to be the royal family of Daxia, sent countless gold and silver, and herds of cattle and sheep. Dao intended to form a century-old friendship with Beidi.
But who would have thought that his knot would cost the lives of the entire Beidi clan!
The only son of the Ji family died, and Li Guogong was seriously injured. Even if he killed 300 members of the Beidi royal family, he still collapsed overnight. Yanguan City Gate, this battle, Daxia has been proud for thirteen years!
But what can it be, returned to Beijing, entered the mansion, eyes full of plain silk.
Li Guogong vomited blood on the coffin, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man-it's hard to understand!
In the end, Beidi is nothing more than a knife used to kill people with a borrowed knife.
The emperor was furious, and tore the portraits of three generations of imperial relatives from the ancestral temple, and went to the prison to order Beidi's old servant to identify him. The old servant had blood in his mouth, shaking his hands, holding up the wax, and with a pair of old yellow eyes, he passed dozens of relatives and relatives of the old Yan's family one by one. Trembling and trembling, he pulled out one of the old The long-yellowing portrait of the young man is categorical: "...it's him, that's right."
Even if it turned into ashes, he couldn't admit his mistake.
The one guarding the Beiyan Pass is Dingbei Hou, and he is also involved in letting the Beidi spies into Beijing. Looking down, the four prefectures of Yanbei are rotten from the root, the smell is unspeakable from top to bottom, and they have been exploited layer by layer. A small and nameless Marquis of Dingbei lived for half a year in this year. They are all in the bitter place of eating frost and drinking snow, and the life is more moist than the princes and nobles in the capital.
He has to extend his hand to the south, and Zhuangzi is about to paddle to Gyeonggi. The racecourse is 300 acres larger than the royal one, not to mention horse racing, even dead horses.
The civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty showed their true colors and their ugliness.
The incident spread to the south and reached Ji Hong's ears. Yu Jinnian almost jumped up from the couch and kicked out Duan Ming who was talking. He almost went crazy because of Ji Yan's broken knife last time. This time, he still doesn't know what to do ! It's a shame that Duan Ming talked fast, like a cross talk, and finished talking about the treacherous situation in a few words. Yu Jinnian felt his butt was burning, but he still had to sit down and carefully observe Ji Hong's expression.
Ji Hong searched and searched for this matter, and he had already found clues. He knew it in his heart, but he just couldn't let it go, but when he really listened to others talking about the ins and outs, he seemed like an outsider. say.
Yu Jinnian panicked: "Ah Hong?"
Suddenly there was a commotion outside, and it sounded joyous. This battle was fought piecemeal from south of Chu. It was the first time since the start of the war that it was so lively outside.
Yu Jinnian lifted the curtain and went out, and heard people outside shouting: "Fuzhou great victory! Fuzhou great victory!"
A group of people cheered and welcomed their silver armored General Min in. His armor shouldn't be considered silver anymore, the seams were covered with blood, and his face was smudged all over. Holding a spear as tall as a man in his hand, he talked and laughed happily with his generals, showing a heroic appearance. The horseshoes came back to the camp stepping on the blood of the enemy, and there were blood-red mud puddles everywhere when they stepped on the ground, but everyone had cheerful smiles on their faces.
This is what winning a battle looks like. The first son of the Min family looks like a literati, but he also has blood, iron bones, can afford a pen, and can use a gun! With such a demeanor, there is no other person in the world!
Yu Jinnian also said happily: "Ah Hong, did you hear that, Fuzhou has won!"
Ji Hong moved, and said in a low voice: "I will win, and I will continue to win. If I win in front of him, I want to ask him why my second brother can't help him."
He looked up at Yu Jinnian, and his heart calmed down again. He took the hairpin from his head, tied up the hair hanging behind the young man's shoulders, and neatly tied it on top of his head: "Go, the foreign general won the victory and returned to the camp. It's time for our inner general to take action."
Yu Jinnian is good at medicine, gold wounds, ulcers, pus and ulcers, common diseases in the military camp, there is nothing he can't cure, he led a group of young doctors to rush between the tents, it seems that the weakest and most useless, But he is the most hopeful person in the entire barracks. He can fight battles that Min Ji can't win, and he can save sufferings that Min Ji can't save. The wounded soldier camp called him General Nei in private, although it was a joking nickname, but the kindness of life was real.
Yu Jinnian touched the jade hairpin on his hair, nodded, called Su Ting, nodded to the imperial doctor who was still sleeping and dreaming in the tent, and went straight to the wounded barracks, also in the air, that was his battlefield.
Ji Hong watched him disappear among the passing soldiers, reached out his hand and gave Duan Ming a jade order, turned his head, and saw Min Ji.
"General Min, congratulations."
Min Xuefei waved his hand, his heavy armor was shining brightly in the sun, he raised the corner of his lips: "Mr. Ji, congratulations!" He brushed off Duan Ming, who had gone away, and added a bit more cunning in his smile, "Mr. Ji is here again!" Any good ideas?"
Ji Hong was unusually calm: "It's none of your business. Kill someone."
One after another, wounded soldiers were brought in, lying in the tent with bloody flesh and crying, Yu Jinnian didn't even have time to tell who was who. It was too easy to fight before, but this time it was the real swords and guns that met Yan Chang's well-equipped flank army, and Yu Jinnian saw the cruelty of war for the first time. When the two armies met, no one regarded the enemy as a human being, and the knife and ax slashed at the body, just like a butcher chopping meat, extremely ruthless.
Pots of hot water and spirits made the tent howl with pain, and when the wine was not enough, the onion water was boiled, making the whole tent smell like green onions, but even the pain poured on the wound could not stop I can't help the heroic passion of the soldiers who won the battle.
He led Su Ting, and while he was stitching up for others, he listened to the bruised soldier talk about how carefree he was on the battlefield, making those thieves splattered with blood.
There are also those who are dying, the whole arm is only connected by a little tendon, a few holes are poked on the body, white bones poke out from the body, and the blood is all gone, Yu Jinnian can't press it here, and the blood collapses He seemed to be in a hurry, even Su Ting could see that he was dying.
Before he died, he wanted to drink a mouthful of warm Nuannuan, but the strong alcohol used for disinfection was poured into his mouth, and then choked out from his nostrils, and he couldn't swallow it anymore.
The joy of Fuzhou's great victory was only a short moment, but what Yu Jinnian faced was a long-term helpless pain, a death that was close to touch. The war Yan Chang provoked will destroy tens of thousands of families, countless children will lose their fathers, and thousands of wives will lose their husbands.
The further the battle line advances, the more intense the fighting situation is, and the dead are just the most common scene.
The weather has entered autumn, and the moon and eves and the Double Ninth Festival have long passed. It is about time for the leaves to fall in central Beijing, but the south is still lush. Min Xuefei fought back to Lingchang City, there was a lot of water and flowers in the city, clusters of hibiscus clustered around the water, blooming in the morning and setting in the evening, lavender, pink and white, and now they are also bursting with red, like weeping blood spots.
Lingchang is an elegant city, there have been many Hanlin scholars and poets throughout the ages, there are still many poems on the walls of the wine shops in the city's gathering place, and it is not elegant nowadays, leaving only devastated places. Hibiscus Huaxi was trampled by iron cavalry into pieces of red, and the soaring evil spirit coiled around the top of the person's head, pressing down half of the burning red sunset.
The gentry and gentry in Lingchang were frightened out of their wits, and they hoarded food and gathered money one after another, hiding at home and shutting their doors. Yan Chang's Yue flag collapsed on the side of the road, only half of it was burned. Apart from the soldiers who cleaned up the mess and the horseshoes patrolling the city, there was only a group of doctors in clear blue medical gowns cleaning up the wounded soldiers all over the street.
A wounded soldier with half of his cheek blown out held Yu Jinnian with a bloody hand, and struggled to push the nameplate on his waist. While vomiting blood, he shouted hoarsely: "Remarry... let her remarry..."
Yu Jinnian just grasped the nameplate, but he couldn't save him, so he went with his eyes open, and half-drawn his palms to wipe Yu Jinnian's lapel, mud mixed with flesh, and dragged down a long bloodstain, dying with regret.
If this is the case in a victorious battle, what about a defeated one
... If it happened again, Yu Jinnian would never leave the battlefield even if he was killed.
Relying on an army of hundreds of thousands, Yan Chang swallowed all the troops of the thirteen counties in the south. The battle line was stretched from the east coast to Muyang in the Central Plains.
The westbound battle line was cut by Min Ji with a slash in Lingchang. Fifty thousand soldiers and horses on the west wing were trapped in Muyang and became Min Xuefei's captive.
Yan Chang had no choice but to lead his troops to the east and go to Zhongling. Zhongling is one of the best big cities in the south. To the north of Zhongling is the river. After crossing the river, it will go straight to the hinterland of the Jiangbei Plain in Daxia, pointing directly at the Acropolis of Xiajing.
No matter how bad it is, if you return to Zhongling City, you can also rule the river with the emperor of the Northern Dynasty.
Zhou Feng entered the big tent, first kicked Yu Xu out, then snatched the cold wine from the general's hand with his hands, then sat cross-legged, took out a large box of moxa, stuffed it densely into the bamboo tube as thick as a finger . Yan Chang looked up at the "Quji" sword hanging on the opposite side, Zhou Feng lowered his head and smoked his shoulders, familiar with the way.
Yan Chang kept his eyes straight, as if he wanted to see through the sharp sword, and grabbed the soul of the late emperor by the collar to ask why he was given the sword, but passed on the throne to someone else. Why did he charge into the battle and make great contributions to the stability of the country, but in the end, it was his mediocre seventh brother who took the throne. As for him, he was kicked to the ground, and the three thousand miles of the imperial city went backwards, which was equivalent to a distribution.
Could it be that fate is really determined by the sky, even if he tries his best, it is difficult to get it
A few more injuries were added to the shoulders. As autumn came, the pain in the arms became so severe that he couldn't lift them up. The winter in Zhongling would be very cold and damp. The doctor said that he had been ill for too long and could not get rid of the roots, so he had to rely on nourishment.
But once a young man said: Your disease is easy to cure.
Zhou Fengxun held Yan Chang's shoulder and pinched it under his hands. There were nodules that could not be rubbed apart, like pimples that had been added to the wrong water. He also felt distressed: "Otherwise, let's go back to the south. I know the root and the bottom. Zhongling is in chaos, and there is nothing to worry about."
"Without Ai Rong, this king can't survive?!" Yan Chang's eyes turned red, "Without this hand, this king can't beat this country?!"
Zhou Feng: "..."
The ten-year plan that has been planned for ten years is about to be completed. He has already reached Zhongling, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains have been under his command for four thousand five hundred miles. Letting him go back at this time is tantamount to cutting a knife in his heart! That is to say, even if he retreats back, Da Xiazi can let him go
Today's day looks mediocre, and the group under his hands also look incompetent. They go up to the court every day without pain or itching, and they look soft and easy to handle, but when they really fight, they are like wolves and tigers one by one, killing people without mercy. No one from Beidi was killed again. Marquis Dingbei escaped from Yancheng and wanted to go to Beijing to appeal for grievances. Before halfway there, his head was in a different place, and he was pulled back to Xiajing in a coffin. What kind of bone and flesh—it was unexpectedly eaten by a dog at some point.
I gnawed and gnawed, but at least the bones were still there, and who knew that the yamen in Jingji Dingbi lost a fire for no reason, and burned everything completely.
There are more than a dozen concubines in Dingbeihou's mansion, far away in Yancheng, and several of them died crying.
The superiors pretended to check and found that there were three or two sons of the Marquis of Dingbei. When they entered the capital, they didn't even dare to pick up my father's ashes. Life will do. At this time, a group of people began to be mediocre and incompetent again. After playing the ball for several days, no one answered.
Zhou Feng took Ai Rong and said, "The Marquis of Dingbei is dead."
Yan Chang pressed his shoulders: "If you die, you will die. He does things so uncleanly, and he can't blame others."
Zhou Feng paused: "Have someone beheaded with a single knife, the body was chewed by dogs to make it look bad, and another fire broke the bones and ashes." Dingbeihou couldn't survive, so he was sent to Beijing, crying out loud He would not be able to live because of his grievances, but if he died like this, he died violently and was vented by others.
Someone who wanted Marquis Dingbei to die was a dishonorable way to die.
Zhou Fengdao: "I heard that in the big tent behind the rebellious army, the one sitting is Ji Hong."
Having said this, it would be bone-piercing to go on.
Yan Chang was full of hostility, and he didn't want to say a word, he just scolded and told Yu Xu to get out.
Zhou Feng knew that he had been having trouble sleeping lately, not only because of shoulder pain, but also because he was entangled in internal and external military affairs and overdrafted too much. Only with the cold wine pouring down and the company of Yu Xu's hypocrisy, he could barely rest for a while.
But what is false is false after all, and it will never become true in the end.
Today, Xia Jing's most elite generals and military advisers have gathered in the big tent of the rebel army, and they have the most handsome group of people in Da Xia. Fighting up and down, the fight is in full swing, life and death, civil servants and military generals point their noses and swear at each other, spit stars fly all over the place, but they can work together when they are down. Maybe the seemingly "mediocre" emperor actually has a good way of not showing off his mountains and revealing his water, and he calmly holds the fate of the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty.
Can the former emperor really misunderstand the person
Can they really fight the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in Daxia
Even Zhou Feng didn't know.
Yu Jinnian led his people and set up no less than twenty medical sheds, spreading them along the way to accommodate the wounded who were implicated in the battle, and worked until late at night, still running around with a lamp on his own. Ji Hong paid the Zhuangzi, which was the base camp, and came out, and went down the steps, carrying an octagonal palace lantern left by some girl. He thought it was dark outside, but he didn't want to go out of the mansion. The long street was brightly lit. , A string of braziers spread past, dazzling people's eyes.
Under the orange fire were doctors in blue gowns who were restless. In the middle of the night, none of them was sitting, and they were all boiling water and decocting medicine to bandage their wounds.
In wars before, the imperial physicians were the most slack when they came out, and sometimes they were not as effective as the doctors who were summoned from the local area. Now these people are so angry and forgetful, it’s like a new generation of imperial physicians. People look at each other with admiration. This was all thanks to the young man in charge, he was tireless, he cared about every patient, and when he scolded people at a young age, he was no less inferior than the old men of the imperial medical department.
He aroused the ambition of saving lives and healing the wounded in the doctors' hearts, and reminded the doctors who were waiting to die in the imperial doctor's office that he had read the medical scriptures in the first place, not for the purpose of eating a vegetarian meal in the place of the corpse, but to enter the first-class hospital in the world and rule the world. First-class disease, to be the first-class doctor in the world.
That's how the army can win all the way. The soldiers know that even if they have broken arms or legs, they just need to carry them back to the camp. Watching his flesh rot with his own eyes, and then being forgotten on the battlefield, he resigned himself to his fate and died.
The medical skill of Miracle Doctor Yu Xiao is their destiny.
Ji Hong asked all the way to Dongtou, and found him beside a bush of hibiscus flowers. At night, the hibiscus glowed faintly, and he stared at the burnt ashes at his feet in a daze. Ji Hong paced over slowly, unfolded the cloak prepared between his arms, and gently draped it over his shoulders, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood and confetti wafting from the ashes.
"Why did you come here? It's pitch black and there's no one there."
Unknowingly, it was so cold, Yu Jinnian tugged on the cloak on his shoulders, tucked his neck into the stand collar, and said in a muffled voice: "A few days ago was the Cold Clothes Festival, I completely forgot about it."
Ji Hong looked at the pile of ashes at his feet: "It's not too late to burn it now."
Yu Jinnian stretched out his hand from his cloak, and Ji Hong took it naturally. The two took a shortcut and went back. After crossing a small stone bridge, he couldn't help but look back. Lingchang City at night looked like Xin'an County, with overhanging eaves. The gray and white hut, the oily bluestone slabs, the long and narrow alley winding like a winding water in front of it, and the winding is knotted. When you look up, there are orange lanterns dotted with it.
It's just much bigger than Xin'an County, and people can't see it in the blink of an eye when they enter the alley.
"I... I saw someone." Yu Jinnian couldn't help but said.
Ji Hong also turned around: "Who?"
It was quiet around, and there was no one there.
Yu Jinnian is also not sure: "A monk in white with a red bead wrapped around his hand. People in the city say that when Yan Chang occupied the city, a monk in white wandered here to give porridge and charity, and sacrificed sheep, saving countless people. People. Later, Yan Chang abandoned the city and left, Master Min opened the city gate, and the monk also left... The people all said that it was the Buddha who came to the world."
Ji Hong smiled: "Since it is drifting away, how can you see it?"
The Buddha said that all dharmas are empty and empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing.
It is also said that it is false and untrue, and it is useless to pursue more.
The bright lights danced in the octagonal palace lantern, and Yu Jinnian stretched out his hand to flick it. The glass cover was shining brightly and radiantly, as if covering a white figure, holding a pill, a bell-handled stick, soft eyebrows and kind eyes, Misty walked past. He bent down and picked a hibiscus casually, pinned it on Ji Hong's hair, and suddenly said with relief: "That's right, I must have misread it."
Why meet each other.
Ji Hong: "Let's go back, we boiled hibiscus flower soup."