The world is colorful.
In a very large place, time passes like a fierce tide, generations of people are born, grow up, and grow old. The manifestations of civilization are vast, dynasties sweep away, a nation rejuvenates, declines, and millions of people live and die. , condensed into a sentence reading between the history books.
In small places, everyone's life is a vast epic. Every second in this world, thousands of people seem to be alive, but their minds and emotions are equally real and huge. Some people laugh with joy, some are sad and cry, some are hysterical and angry, some are Silently sad... These emotions are like a field hurricane and tsunami, driving an ordinary body to move forward in an ordinary way.
Every second in our world, if we use different perspectives and intercept different aspects, will be one huge and real narrative poem after another. The fate of countless people extends, interweaves cause and effect, collides and separates. A broken line often brings out strange results in an unknown distance. These intertwined lines are chaotic but uniform most of the time, but at some point, we will see countless, huge lines converge and collide in a certain direction.
In the first year of Wu Zhenxing, on April 23, the sunset outside the city of Hanzhong seemed to be full of gunpowder smoke, revealing an eerie gray-black in the clouds. The sunset is not magnificent, it is just her ordinary appearance that has been repeated countless times in this world.
When the city under the sunset was brought into view, the army under his command was rapidly gathering forward. Xi Yin rode on the warhorse, and the sound of the wind blew through the hunting pennant, mixed with the human voice, the huge battlefield became orderly from chaos, and there was the smell of horse dung and vomit in the air.
The atmosphere of the battlefield was becoming familiar in front of his eyes as always. Decades of battles, soldiers were ordered again and again on the battlefield, and among the swords and guns, the breath of the soldiers showed a chilling and tenacious breath. This is a battle formation that Wanyan Xiyin feels familiar yet unfamiliar.
The speed at which the soldiers assembled and the spirit emanating from the array made Xiyin able to quickly understand the quality of the army in front of him. The Jurchen team is mature and terrifying under its own command. In the past 40 years, after this team has cultivated such a spirit, it has never encountered an equal opponent again. But as the war went on, what he gradually realized was how he felt many years ago:
At that time, the Jurchen warriors went into the battlefield with the feeling that there is no tomorrow for today. They were fierce and fierce, but on the battlefield, they could not be as hands-on as they are today. Aguda, Zonghan, Loushi, Zongwang and others were hysterical in the battle and risked everything. Every battle was a crucial battle. They knew that the fate of Jurchen was ahead, but they were not mature at that time. , and can't clearly understand the direction of fate, they can only go all out and hand over the remaining results to the supreme god.
They learned and gradually matured in the battle, and they became more and more clear about the direction of their fate. In the later stage of the battle to destroy the Liao Dynasty, they had become more and more proficient in the use of the army, and their fate was firmly in their hands. He has seen the whole picture of the world clearly. Xi Yin and others, who once admired Sinology in the South and respected the Wu Dynasty, have gradually seen the advantages and disadvantages of Confucianism. Of course, there are things worthy of respect, but on the battlefield, the Wu Dynasty is very important. The DPRK is powerless to resist the general trend of the world.
Time has come to this day, the old people have been tempered and matured in the fire of war, and the army still maintains a sharp edge, but in the few battles in front of him, Xi Yin seems to see the traces of fate getting away, of course he can do his best. Go, but the unknown lies ahead. For the outcome of the matter, he already had a vague premonition that he couldn't grasp it.
Only one thing is certain: the battle in front of you will once again become the most crucial battle, and the fate of Jurchen lies ahead!
"... The Huaxia Army's position is five miles ahead... near the Reed Gate... The commander's army is coming from the west, and now the city..."
After disembarking, the army slowly advanced, and the Jurchen general Chala, who was called out from the city, was following Xiyin, reporting to him the battle situation in the past few days as detailed as possible. Xi Yin's eyes were cold and he listened quietly.
Almost as soon as he learned that the battle to the west of Hanzhong began, Xi Yin decisively gave up the encirclement and suppression of more than 3,000 Qixinhan people near Xicheng County, and led more than 10,000 troops to quickly board the ship and march westward along the Han River. He knew in his heart that before the battle to decide the future of Jurchen, the siege of 3,000 people in the district was not very important.
The first moment he got off the ship, he summoned the general with the highest rank in Hanzhong City at this time to understand the development of the situation. But the whole situation was beyond his expectations. Zong Han led 90,000 people, and before the charge of 20,000 people, they were almost beaten into underdogs. Although Zonghan's tactics might seem powerful at first glance, Xi Yin understands that if he has the confidence to win on the frontal battlefield, why should Zonghan use such time-consuming and energy-consuming wheel tactics.
The two have fought together for almost a lifetime. He can understand how heroic and wise Zong Han is. If there is a chance to rush forward, he will not retreat. In other words, being able to push Zong Han, who had been fighting in battle for more than 40 years, to such an extent, the strength of the Huaxia Army is evident.
He killed Pucha on the banks of the Jialing River, and in the chaotic battle situation, he almost beheaded all the middle and low-level generals under his command, including Meng An Moke.
That night, he attacked Zonghan's camp with less than 10,000 troops, and even managed to get out of the trap when he fell into the trap.
For four days, they fought against Zonghan's wheel with almost 20,000 troops. In the end, it was Zonghan's team that failed. Some of the defeated troops gathered towards Hanzhong. How amazing is the decision-making ability in such an attack and small-scale battle for the large-scale snatch of the South Gate of Hanzhong
“… how did they do it?”
While the war horse was advancing, Xi Yin finally spoke up.
"… what?"
"You come from the battlefield, and when you have some thoughts on your enemies, do you think... how did they do it?"
"... I don't know about the humble and the humble... The Huaxia Army is brave in battle. I heard that they... all retired from the northwest back then, and they have a deep hatred with my daughter. I think that the demon bewitched them with a magic trick, so that they are not afraid of death... "
"..." Xi Yin didn't look at him or speak, and after a while, "How many iron cannons, ammunition, etc. are left in the city?"
"Imperial position... I can only estimate..."
"Wanyan Yuchi." Xi Yin didn't wait for the report, and called the disciple's name directly.
The middle-aged general in his early forties leaned over: "The end will be here."
"Three things, you do it for me."
"Yes."
"First, you bring a thousand people into the city, assist the officers and soldiers in the city, and strengthen the city defense of Hanzhong. The Huaxia army is attacking from the reed gate to the north. You arrange your personnel to guard the passages and city walls. If the city changes hands again, you and Cha Assassinate."
"Yes."
"The second thing is to count all the artillery, ammunition, crossbows, and warhorses in the city. In addition to the manpower necessary to defend Hanzhong, I want you to organize your manpower and transport the materials to the battlefield outside the city before sunrise tomorrow. If the manpower is sufficient It's not enough, you come here to ask for it."
"Yes."
"The third item..." The battlehorse Xiyin paused, but then his eyes swept across the pale sky and earth, and he said decisively: "The third item, with sufficient manpower, gather the residents of Hanzhong City. , people, drive them away, and gather toward the Huaxia army position south of the Reed Gate. If there is resistance, you can kill and burn the house. Tomorrow morning, cooperate with the decisive battle outside the city and attack the Huaxia army position. You can handle this matter well."
On top of the war horse, Wanyan Yuchi led the order: "Yes." His eyes turned hesitantly, but he immediately accepted the fact. After Marshal Zong Han exhausted the Huaxia Army for four days with 90,000 troops, Xi Yin made the decision to fight head-on. This decisive decision may also be in response to the news that the leader of the Huaxia Army, who is known as the inner demon, has killed the Jianmen Pass.
If it is delayed for a few days, the demon will come, and things will be more lively and troublesome.
The two took their orders.
The city wall in front was spreading, and under the setting sun, the black flag of the Huaxia Army was brought into the field of vision. The blood stains and corpses on the ground outside the city wall showed the bloody battle that broke out here not long ago. At this moment, The Huaxia Army's front is shrinking. On the side facing the Golden Army, there were soldiers from the Huaxia Army digging soil on the ground.
Facing the flag of Wanyan Xiyin, most of them glanced here and looked through the binoculars. In the gestures of those figures, there was no fear, only the calmness to welcome the battle.
In this world, there are more than 10,000 people who have blood enemies with Jurchen. But being able to face Jin Jun's team with such an attitude has never happened before.
They have been fighting for four days, and they have even divided the army led by Zonghan to pieces.
How do they do it
Do they still have the energy to spare
Hee-yeon thinks about all this in his mind.
For decades, they have walked on the battlefield, learned experience, gained lessons, and brought everything in this world into their eyes and hearts. Every war and survival makes them stronger. At this moment, Xi Yin will think of countless times of beacon smoke on the battlefield, A Guda has passed away, Wu Qimai is dying, Zongwang, Lou Shi, Ci Buchu, Yinshu Ke, Tu Lisu... One after another generals follow them They have gone through it in their lives, but at this moment, Zong Han and even Xi Yin are indeed their strongest state on the battlefield.
Decades have passed, and at this moment, he can only go all out and hand over the unknown destiny to the supreme god.
The city walls of Hanzhong are not magnificent either. It is an ordinary earth and stone city wall. The fields outside the city walls are mixed with green and yellow.
Liu Muxia arrived outside Hanzhong City in the evening. After arriving with the company, he was placed in a position with the company members. Someone pointed to the east and told everyone: "Wanyan Xiyin is here. If there is a fight, You'd better dig a horse pit ahead."
"Is it enough to dig a horse pit?" the squad leader asked the company commander for instructions.
"You will be responsible for digging the pit tonight, keep your physical strength, and pay attention to rest. Whether you can sleep depends on the meaning of the other side."
Fatigue and pain were gathering in the body, but within the limit of tolerable, when the comrades talked about the Fifth Army breaking through the sword gate, Liu Muxia looked up at the traces of the golden soldiers in the east. Even if he was just an ordinary soldier in the Huaxia Seventh Army, he knew that the decisive battle was coming.
So after dinner, he quietly began to dig a hole.
He is not afraid of Wanyan Zonghan, nor is he afraid of Wanyan Xiyin.
He is from the northwest, and the living environment in the northwest is naturally rough. Therefore, he has lived in a world full of murderers, bandits, and liars since he was a child.
The family died early. He doesn't have much affection for his family, and similar situations are never uncommon in the Northwest. The Huaxia Army came to the northwest, and after winning the first victory against Xixia, he went to Xiaocanghe and joined the black flag army that the outside world thought was extremely vicious, "to eat a meal".
The inside of the Huaxia Army is a completely different environment from what the outside world guessed. He didn't know when he was assimilated. Perhaps the day after joining the Black Flag, he was paralyzed by fierce and excessive training. The moment when the monitor brought him that bowl of noodles late at night.
Or maybe it's the moment of cooperating with each other in patrols and training.
Or it was the moment when the comrades in arms who served him noodles and propped up his back in training time and time again sacrificed during the three-year fight between Xiao Cang and the three years he never expected.
"... I was originally from... Bianliang, and my family was in a village by the Yellow River. I had a wife, a daughter, and an old man at home... When the Jurchen came... there was nothing... "
He can occasionally think of the beautiful Central Plains that his comrades in arms told him.
In fact, he was not touched. For the first ten years of his life, he lived in the chaotic and precarious northwest frontier. His family died, and he didn't know why he was crying. Is there really such a beautiful thing as the Central Plains in the world? he does not know.
He just likes the life in Xiaocanghe. They fought side by side in the valley, and they fought back a supposedly vicious enemy on the dam. They cheered together. , become comrades-in-arms and family with him.
They are all dead.
He would think of Xiao Canghe's three years of fighting, and in the last period, what Ning Yi often said to people when he bid farewell to the deceased.
"...In this world, millions, tens of millions of people have died, and before they died, they all had their own lives. What saddens me the most is...their lives will be forgotten like this...Here today people, they have resisted, they want to live like people, they died, their resistance, their whole life will be forgotten, what they have done, what they remember, nothing in this world, it's like... It's never been the same…”
It's like it's never been...
Because of this, Liu Muxia often thinks of the village by the Yellow River outside Bianliang City. The old man in his comrade-in-arms family, his wife, daughter, and comrade-in-arms have also died. Those memories are as if they never happened. Including the bowl of noodles brought to him by the squad leader, including their fighting side by side again and again. These things will one day be as if they never happened...
There is pain and fatigue on the body, but it doesn't matter, it can be tolerated. He dug the horse pit in silence.
The setting sun has gradually set, and the setting sun is setting like this every day. On the second day he joined the Black Flag Army, he failed to finish the training subjects before the sun went down. The squad leader forced him to run forward in such darkness. He told himself in his heart that he couldn't turn his face, and he could wait until tomorrow when he stole something... That night he was hungry, and the squad leader brought him a bowl of noodles, and there was even a delicious egg in the noodles.
It was the Xiaocang River many years ago, and the valley was not even fully constructed. Sometimes they had to level the ground on the playground, and the dam was being constructed step by step. Today's Xiaocanghe is a barren mountain, and the traces of their existence have been erased.
The squad leader swung the knife at Jurchen.
And the Jurchen didn't even know about it.
…
This is not right.
Night fell gradually, the stars were sparse, and the moon rose in the sky, like a knife, slashing in the sky by the Hanshui River.
On the plain to the west of Hanzhong, the sound of artillery rang out at some point, and the fighting and hedging of the soldiers were hidden in the firelight.
The Jurchen troops and the Huaxia troops who rushed towards Hanzhong City were interspersed with each other in the dark night, fighting all over the place.
A large number of Jurchen troops were scattered on the field in a daze, and there were also Huaxia troops who struggled hard in the dark night.
Thousands of people fought, thousands of people, with thousands of lives and stories.
On April 21, Wanyansa Bayi led the cavalry to launch a fierce raid on the Huaxia Army. He is Wanyan Zonghan's son and nephew, and has been fighting with Zonghan for 30 years. Compared with Yinshu Ke, Tu Lisu and others, although he is inferior to talent, he has always been faithful to Zonghan's plan. Executor.
The Jurchen finally came out of such a difficult living environment. He fought with the hero. At this moment, he was not shy to die for the hero.
Zong Han has joined Gao Qingyi and others, and is trying to mobilize a huge army to gather in Hanzhong. After fighting on the battlefield for decades, he could clearly feel that the strength of the entire army was rapidly declining after the previous battles. During the process of spreading from the plain to Hanzhong, some of the troops that had assembled for the second time collapsed rapidly under the interspersed by the Huaxia army. . This night, only Xi Yin's arrival gave him some comfort.
After four days of fighting, the troops under his command were tired, and the Huaxia Army was also tired, but in this way, Xi Yin, who was waiting for work, would get the most ideal fighter.
Chu Lisu was dead, but Ning Yi couldn't get over.
That night, looking at the moonlight in the sky, Zong Han sprinkled the spirits he was carrying on the ground to mourn the moment he pulled away from the speed.
In this long battle of life, how many people died on the road...
This night, a large number of troops were on the road to take risks and fight forward. Wanyan She also tried to cheer up and boost morale in the dark night. This direwolf, who has gradually matured, did not want to miss the upcoming battle under Hanzhong City.
All his life, he had longed for a hero like his father, until his brother died, he gradually understood the qualities needed to become such a hero. At this moment, the strength of the Huaxia Army made him stunned, and it also made him feel really excited. Without such an enemy, how could his name be left in the history
Some people's stories will leave traces in history, but in life, these stories are no different.
Along with the Jurchen warriors who fought and killed for more than 20 years by the Jin generals, in the moonlight like a knife, they will think of their hometown wives and children. The Khitan, Liaodong, and Xi people, who followed the Jin army southward and wanted to take advantage of the last southward expedition, felt fear and helplessness. They went south with the army with the mentality of seeking wealth and danger. , fighting heroically, but at this moment the southwest has become an embarrassing quagmire. The gold and silver they looted cannot be brought back. The joy of the slaughter and looting turned into regret. Who does not have warm memories
But many people from the Central Plains and the Northwest have no family, and even their memories have become less warm.
This night, another Chinese army unit after another arrived outside the Reed Gate of Hanzhong City. They have already gone through rounds of fighting, and most of the warriors are slightly or seriously injured, but the defeat of the Jurchen will give people infinite strength. Some troops even made a sneak attack on the western or northern city walls, but of course, they did not succeed easily.
The troops that arrived on the battlefield of Hanzhong were temporarily rested by the staff, while a small number of troops were interspersed in the north of the city, trying to break through the blockade of the streets and attack more critical positions in the city of Hanzhong.
After nightfall, Chen Hai walked into the staff and asked the brigade commander Hou Lietang for instructions: "Jurchen's troops are all northerners, Wanyan Xiyin has already arrived at the battlefield, but not attacking. During the flood season, when they go north by boat, there will be wind and waves, and many of them are seasick, so they can only fight tomorrow... I don't think they can sleep well tonight, so I ask for a night attack."
"We also considered seasickness, but do you think people like Xi Yin won't prevent you from sneaking in in the middle of the night?"
"That can't make them sleep well. I can let the three battalions under my command take turns to fight and make a big noise. In short, I won't let them sleep."
"...It makes sense. Commander Qin has gone to Cha Ye. I'll report to you later. Be prepared."
"Yes." Chen Hai saluted.
Walking out of the humble staff, the moon seemed to fall from the sky, Chen Hai didn't smile, his eyes were all the snow that started more than ten years ago. More than ten years ago, when he was still young, Mr. Ning wanted him to become a storyteller.
"The continuation of civilization does not depend on blood."
"When the Jurchen came over, many people died, and many people lost their entire clan. Zheng Yiquan's bloodline did not remain, but when he was dying, you were by your side, so you passed on him... Try to pass on the story... "
That day, Mr. Ning said this to the young man, but in fact, the people who have died by his side over the years are more than just Zheng Yiquan? Today, he has a better and more powerful method of passing on their will.
In this world, there are some special moments when thousands of threads will gather towards a person, and it will become thin and important. Some lines will break, and some lines will be carried on the backs of bystanders to move on. The continuation of bloodlines, the replacement of nations, the rise and fall of nations, and the struggle of all things to kill, have always been like this.
Liu Muxia finished digging the horse pit and silently polished his knife.
Someone cleared the mines and grenades and passed them over.
Chen Hai led a battalion of soldiers and quietly went out from one side of the camp.
The checkpoints were replaced, and some people got some free time to rest. They slept together and waited.
"I can't sleep a little..."
Someone spoke softly.
"Let me tell you, I still remember the Central Plains more than ten years ago..."
The Central Plains more than ten years ago... Since that moment, how many people have cried, how many people have cried, how many people have been bleeding in the heart-piercing pain, and finally reached this point...
Everyone's story is very ordinary. The death of one person seems so insignificant among the deaths of thousands of people. But whose life and memories are not an epic with ups and downs
The flames and torment have been violently colliding under the ground for many years, and countless and huge lines have converged at this moment.
Lava is erupting
…
Chen Hai launched a night attack, and fought with the scouts arranged by Xi Yin on the side of the Han River, shouting to kill Zhentian, round after round.
The Jurchen warriors in the camp were awakened from time to time by the sound of the sound, and anger and anxiety were gathering.
In the middle of the night, Xi Yin walked up to the city wall, and the guards in the city were reporting to him the continuous fire of war on the west field. The fighting was constant everywhere. Not only the wilderness in the west, but also the small-scale fighting in Hanzhong City, has not stopped. That is, the fight was going on everywhere he could see or not.
Xi Yin held the city wall and pondered for a long time.
"... They don't have to sleep?"
He sighed softly.
The Huaxia Army they faced was only 20,000 people.