Hua Rong was speechless and couldn't scold the child. He had grown up next to Jin Wushu and was used to this way, used to worshiping his "father". Could this be his fault
Her tone was very gentle: "Son, war is actually very bad."
"What's wrong? If we have to fight, we in Dajin will have cattle, sheep, horses, gold and silver, beautiful clothes and jewelry..."
Is this what Jin Wushu instilled in him
Hua Rong frowned, and Lu Wenlong saw his mother's expression change and asked strangely: "Mom, am I right?"
Hua Rong frowned, and her voice was even gentler: "Son, mommy is telling you a story, please listen slowly..."
"OK."
Hua Rong began to talk about the disaster from Kaifeng to the Huaiyang Massacre, omitting only the death of Lu Deng and his wife. Her tone was gentle, but the narration was clear. When she got to the emotional point, she even burst into tears with her voice and look. Lu Wenlong was initially After lying down, all sleepiness disappeared. I sat up and listened to my mother's "storytelling" attentively.
"Mom, is it true? Is this really the case? What happened next?"
"Killed tens of thousands of people? That many?"
"All those girls in Huaiyang were killed? Everything was robbed?"
"Ah, Mom, those people are really bad. If I see them, I will kill them..."
He listened and asked questions, filled with indignation and blood boiling from time to time. For the first time, he understood the cruelty and bloodshed of war.
After Hua Rong finished speaking, he looked very tired, closed his eyes, and remained silent for a long time.
Lu Wenlong timidly held her hand: "Mom, have you seen these with your own eyes?"
"Yes, my mother has experienced it all. There were several times when she almost died under the sword of the Golden Army..."
"Mom, I didn't know Jin Jun was so bad."
This is how war is. The Jin army is bad, the Song army is bad, and the Liao army is also bad.
The army is a killing tool for a few people with ulterior motives.
Hua Rong had never even discussed these words with her husband. At this time, she was teaching her son earnestly like an old gentleman. She was faintly afraid that if her son maintained a deep-rooted "pride" for the Jin Army, the consequences would be unpredictable. Fortunately, after telling this long story, Lu Wenlong held his chin like a little adult and began to think deeply. His tone was also very deep: "Mom, I always thought that I could get what I wanted by fighting, but I didn't know that I would die like this. It would be so scary if there were so many people."
After all, he is a kind-hearted child. He is eleven, twelve or three years old at this time, which is a critical period for the formation of his character. Hua Rong no longer talks to him about any big principles, only saying: "Son, if you like to listen, my mother will All the wars I have experienced will tell you."
He exclaimed: "Mom, the stories you tell are so good. Please continue telling me tomorrow night."
At this time, the north wind was howling outside and snowflakes were flying. Hua Rong took the corner of his quilt and covered his son, watching him fall into a deep sleep. This child is so handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his brows are very stretched. Especially, he is good at learning and distinguishing. Right and wrong. Hua Rong was very happy. One day, when he grows up, he will definitely be a man who stands upright and upright. He will not have wasted his hard work in raising him up among the savages.
The biting cold wind comes day by day, and soon, it will be the Lunar New Year. Naturally, the savages have no concept of celebrating the New Year. They are similar to the early Jin people. They count the seasons of grass and see how green the grass is. The next time, it was how old they were. Zhahe and Lu Wenlong had no idea about this. Only Hua Rong was thinking about this festival in the motherland, and it was the anniversary of her husband's death. The little tiger head was not around. The family of three was separated by the sky, and even nine springs apart. , her mood is getting darker day by day.
On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Zahe was sharpening his knife. He said that a hunter found traces of foxes and wolves in front of him. Seeing that Hua Rong was very unhappy, he persuaded her to go hunting. Several other hunters were also very interested, and After Lu Wenlong's repeated entreaties, Hua Rong agreed to go out with them.
The hunters let go of their hounds and seaweeds, searching for the scent of their prey. During this walk, they walked thirty or fifty miles away without realizing it. In front of them was an open valley, which was also covered with snow, but because of the With the wind at our back, the journey becomes smoother as we go.
Hua Rong saw that the terrain seemed so familiar. He suddenly became more vigilant and blew a whistle to tell everyone to pay attention. Before everyone realized the danger, they saw two foxes jumping out and hurriedly chased them.
Hua Rong gave a sharp shout, which was an extremely dangerous and strange intuition. The three people who were searching stopped and looked at her in surprise, not understanding why she was like this. At this moment, there was suddenly an extremely violent sound of horse hoofbeats, and the ice and snow covered the ground. Although the horse's hooves were bound, the rushing sound and running carried by the wind and snow could not be concealed.
It was as if a strong wind was coming, and everyone was tossed around. Lu Wenlong couldn't sit still and screamed: "Mom, mom..." Zhahe hurriedly grabbed his horse and stretched out his hand to support him: "Wenlong, sit still, hold tight. Hold the horse's rein tightly..."
Hua Rong's body was also swaying in the wind, but he said decisively: "Everyone retreat south."
The sound came from the southwest, but Hua Rong asked everyone to retreat to the south. Doesn't it mean that everyone should face the enemy head-on? Everyone was surprised but did not dare to disobey the order, so they immediately ran to the south.
After running for a while, their eyes lit up, and they suddenly discovered that the terrain had changed significantly. There was a circular valley here, and people were hiding in it, condescending. It was like one man was in control and no one could escape. At this time, they happened to avoid it. The sound of horse hooves was heard like a gust of wind and lingering clouds.
At this time, the Jin Army raised its flag in the wind, and Hua Rong could clearly see that the leader was actually Jin Wushu. Her heart sank, but Lu Wenlong was so excited that he almost shouted: "Mom, it's Dad, that's Dad." Dad, let’s go down quickly…”
Hua Rong covered his mouth, his face pale. Jin Wushu unexpectedly found this place. He bypassed the dangerous area of Shuihua River. Going forward, except for a forest of fortified woods, there was nothing that could directly block him. His. Hua Rong had no time to guess how he found it. His palms were sweaty. Lu Wenlong looked at his mother strangely and saw that her face was pale. He wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to say any more. He only followed his father's figure excitedly. Jin Wushu was dressed in heavy armor, with a gorgeous hood on his head, and a few pheasant feathers stuck on his head. He looked mighty and majestic, and the Fangtian painted halberd in his hand shone brightly in the snow light.
Zhahe and others also knew that something was wrong. If Jin Wushu broke through like this, the Orochi tribe would completely lose its barrier. Hua Rong visually estimated that the Jin army had about three thousand people. If it were to use all the strength of the Orochi tribe, it would not be possible. Not enough to wipe them out. The scary thing is that they are just the vanguard. What will happen once the follow-up troops arrive? Also, how can the seven or eight people of mine be enough to resist
Ahead, there was a field of ice and snow, and the Jin army stopped. Hua Rong secretly said that the snow had stopped, and the footprints left by his group were clearly visible. Sure enough, Jin Wushu reined in his horse, and a spy ran back: "Report to the fourth prince that the footprints are broken here."
Jin Wushu also saw the footprints. They were the footprints of horses and hounds, and they were a hunting team. Where did this group of people go? He sat on the horse, looked around, and his eyes fell on the valley.
Except for Lu Wenlong, everyone else nervously clenched the weapons in their hands. Although the enemy was in the open and we were in the dark, this valley was the only one sheltered from the wind. Once Jin Wushu discovered his whereabouts, the consequences would be disastrous.
Lu Wenlong looked at his mother strangely, wondering why she was nervous. Could it be that his father would kill him and others? How? When he was about to speak, Hua Rong lowered his voice and almost said on his lips: "Everyone, be prepared."
Zhahe raised his bow and arrow, subconsciously guarding the two of them, and whispered: "Brother, when they rush over, I will block them, and you retreat to the west."
Hua Rong was about to answer when he saw Jin Wushu turning his horse's head, as if giving an order, and the Jin soldiers went to the valley to surround him.
Jinwushu is Jinwushu.
Hua Rong held the bow and arrow tightly. These three thousand elites were all direct descendants of the Jurchens. How long could he withstand seven or eight of them? She glanced at Lu Wenlong and was very hesitant. Could she put her child in danger
She looked around and suddenly ordered: "Let's retreat to the west."
Everyone hit their horses and ran away.
Jin Wushu checked for a while, and a spy ran up: "Fourth Prince, someone has escaped from the west."
"how many people?"
"can not see clearly."
"Hurry up and chase. These people are the key to entering the Serpent Tribe. It's best to capture one or two alive to lead the way for us."
Jin Wushu took the lead and chased after him.
In the distance, one could see the backs of those savages. Because the Jin Army had the idea of capturing them alive, the Jin Army did not immediately kill them. As they chased closer, Jin Wushu suddenly noticed the running backs, made of tiger skins. wearing a large cloak, and next to her, a young boy was holding a bow and arrow and riding a maroon horse.
Black moonlight!
The woman riding the black moonlight!
And his own son! !
His heart beat faster with excitement, and one of the strikers loudly said: "Fourth Prince, they are running so fast, should we shoot arrows?"
Another spy also discovered it and screamed: "Black Moonlight, it's Black Moonlight... who is that?"
Jin Wushu suppressed his excitement and waved his hand: "Keep chasing, no arrows allowed."
"yes."
As soon as he hit the horse, the black horse accelerated and ran at the front like lightning. The wind blew past his ears, and he exerted all his strength and shouted loudly: "Hua Rong, stop, stop quickly..." "
"Son, stop quickly..."
"Son, it's daddy, daddy..."
Lu Wenlong listened vaguely and wanted to talk to his mother, but Hua Rong protected him tightly and did not let him speak at all. She knew very well that if Jin Wushu caught up, the child would not be saved. He would definitely take care of the child. Go back, just like that year, take it away without hesitation.
Lu Wenlong can no longer follow him.
The Jin army chased closer and closer, and Zhahe said anxiously: "Brothers, you go first, I will stop you behind." He reined in the horse, turned around and shot. Hua Rong couldn't help it, so he whipped the jujube horse hard, causing the horse to suffer pain. Rushing forward like crazy, the mother and son soon reached the front.
The Jin army suddenly encountered Zhahe's obstruction. However, after a few arrows, the Jin army was outnumbered. Soon, Zhahe's horse was hit by two arrows. It hurt. The horse's legs kicked up, and Zhahe was knocked off the horse. Several Jin soldiers swarmed up and caught him.
Jin Wushu reined in his horse and looked at him condescendingly. The Jin army also stopped and stopped chasing.
Seeing that he was blocking the way, Wu Qimai was furious. He grabbed him by the lapel of his clothes, whipped him on the back, and shouted: "You traitor Zhahe, how dare you betray Dai Jin and go against us again and again." .”
Zhahe protested and said: "I don't dare to go against the fourth prince, let alone me, Da Jin."
"Then why are you working for the Khitans and Song people?"
"I have never sacrificed my life for the Khitan people, nor have I sacrificed my life for the Song people."
"Hua Rong is not from Song Dynasty?"