It was already the darkest time before dawn. Shi Jin sat on the wooden beam and heard Zhou Tong mention Lin Chong's name. He didn't know how to answer. After a long silence, he heard Zhou Tong ask: "Lin Chong has passed How's it going?"
Something stuck in Shi Jin's throat, he swallowed a saliva: "After Liangshan broke, that time... He said that he went to see you in Yiyuan County. Later... Later... for some unknown reason, he never went back to find us. , when I learned about him again, he was being hunted and may have died."
The old man frowned and closed his eyes: "Dead?"
Shi Jin said, "Maybe he's dead."
"That's not dead." Zhou Tong said, "I'll see you again someday."
In the dim light, the old man's voice was calm, not so much hope or comfort, but more of a certainty. Shi Jin watched Lin Chong fall off the cliff, wondering where the old man's determination came from. But at this time, they were already trapped in the city, and they were going to do something that was almost equivalent to death.
After a while, he asked, "Senior Zhou, when will Nianhan enter the city?"
"I don't know either." Zhou Tong replied, "Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. When the Jurchen dispatched troops, I was in the Jin Kingdom, following their army all the way south, Nianhan is a little brave, he won't wait until the city. No one will come in again, and when the resistance of Xinzhou City is almost killed, he will enter the city."
Shi Jin frowned: "Then there are more than 70 of us, and we have to hide in the city for at least two days?"
Zhou Tong said, "It's not easy, but there's nothing you can do."
between the two. The words and answers were very simple, and the yard became quiet after that. The courtyard that had already been looted was filled with the smell of blood and flames. The body of the deceased master was still lying near the front door. The sound of the golden man fighting was faint. The old man stood up, walked to the other end of the courtyard, and picked it up. Pick up two sticks and throw one at him.
"You are Wang Jin's apprentice, follow me with a set of magic wands."
He said, taking a stance. Demon-fighting stick is an entry-level stick technique on the rivers and lakes. Plain and simple. Shi Jin didn't know how many times he had practiced, and at this time he also put aside the shelf. When the old man swung the first stick, he also started to fight.
Not much power. Not much rumble. Zhou Tong led Shi Jin to simply beat the stick technique. Nearby under the eaves. There were also other warriors who raised their heads to see this scene. Zhou Tong's stick skills were only smooth. Moderate.
But only Shi Jin, after finishing one set, his whole body was relieved, and the warm aura swam in his body. When martial arts have reached his level, if he has to go one step further, he needs a profound understanding. If he uses Ning Yi's language, he even needs the sublimation of the three views and the philosophical system. Zhou Tong's stick technique is almost the same as his, but after keeping the same pace, he also drives him to make changes and fine-tuning in very small details. These small details gave him a glimpse of a perfect possibility.
The courtyard was quiet. After finishing the stick technique, Zhou Tong nodded to him and then walked to other places.
Before long, this brief peace passed away...
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Before Nianhan entered the city, more than 70 people had to hide in the city for at least two days.
This was just a simple conversation between Shi Jin and Zhou Tong, but when it fell to the practical level, the most difficult period followed.
When Xinzhou City was suddenly breached, the four gates were closed, and the Wu Dynasty troops who were divided into the city formed a large-scale resistance and large-scale street battles. During this time, Shi Jin and others had a good life. However, on the morning of the eighth day of the eighth lunar month, the army's dead and dead descended, and the organized resistance had completely collapsed.
Jurchen massacres and raiding teams spread throughout the city. On this day, the huge search nets and meshes that were spread out became thinner and thinner, and the real hell came to Xinzhou City. Massacres, looting, and fire can be seen everywhere, and the civilians hiding in the city were caught in large numbers. Women with a little beauty were bound to be humiliated. Those who dared to resist were killed, beaten, and even hung from the flagpole and burned alive. There are many cases of being tied to a horse and dragged to death.
Occasionally, when encountering a large-scale resistance, the Jurchen who was searching for it released a loud arrow, and the nearby companions rushed to provide support.
This is a carnival that belongs to the Jurchens and the original Liao people.
Shi Jin and the others were dodging in and out of the city. Even if most of them were experts, they couldn't use their fists here. The tragedies they occasionally witnessed made people feel unspeakable resentment in their hearts. There were also those who suddenly encountered the Jurchen patrol and couldn't avoid it, or who couldn't swallow the killing intent in their hearts, and suddenly shot. On this day, more than ten wounded were accumulated one after another.
Huge fatigue accumulated on everyone, but the biggest loss was in the afternoon of this day, when they accidentally met a family hiding in the city. Seeing that most of them were masters and heroes, the other party cried and called for Shi Jin and the others to bring them. After the explanation was unclear, the almost insane family began to follow wildly and shouted loudly.
The Jurchen cavalry was led over, and at the corner of the street full of ruins, the last group of people was followed. When Shi Jin looked back, the people at the intersection had stopped running. The leader of them was the old Taoist priest Qiu Henian with a long sword. It has become tattered from time to time, but in the process of walking, there is still an admirable dusty demeanor.
He waved his hand here, then pulled out his long sword, and led a few injured warriors to meet the Jurchen cavalry.
Shi Jin and the others never saw him again. Only when I ran through the nearby streets the next afternoon, I saw a corpse hanging from a flagpole. The corpse was broken and twisted. In the blood-stained dark color, a blue that seemed to belong to the original Taoist robe could be vaguely seen. But since too many people died nearby, he couldn't be sure whether it was the body of the old Taoist priest.
After the day, there were still long and tense nights, followed by long, tense days. The most powerful thing in a martial artist is the tone in his heart. In one go, two and three are exhausted. If the voice and blood at the beginning can make people's morale high, in such waiting and avoiding, it feels like a soft knife that cuts a little bit of meat.
The search for the Jurchen has become increasingly dense. Will Nianhan come? When Nianhan comes, will everyone have the strength and will there be enough people to go to him. All this is slowly cutting into everyone's heart. The really impassioned things, the impassioned emotions, may only exist when others say it, and those who really participate in it will only experience great pain and suffering...
Only in the afternoon of the ninth day of August. Near dusk. A message came, and all those things came out in my heart. At this time, Zhou Tong was really able to fight. There were only thirty-eight left.
Stick to the city.
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When the sunset turns warm yellow in the sky. Autumn leaves sway in the wind. When Wanyan Xiyin looked up. It was a half-burned tree, with half charred black and half yellow leaves.
The woman's cries, screams and laughter could be heard not far away. But it seems that there is not much resistance nearby. Wanyan Xiyin took a breath, and when the lieutenant came over, he vaguely heard him sigh.
"The green hills are far away... The autumn wind is crazy..."
The lieutenant looked around, but the autumn wind was soothing, the leaves moved slowly, the wind was blowing on his face, and it was warm.
The sounding arrow flew from not far away.
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Wanyan Zonghan (Nianhan)'s horse team entered the Taoist temple on the side of the city.
This Taoist temple has not been devastated by too many wars, but there are bloodstains on the steps on one side, and the trees with lush leaves are lined up in two rows, stretching in the vestibule to the main hall of the Taoist temple, and the copper tripod in front of the main hall is ignited. Flaming fire.
It will be dark. Along with Wanyan Zonghan, the people who entered the city were tall and steady. Most of them were important generals in the army, and most of them were close brothers and relatives. Zonghan's cousin Wanyan Saba, Zonghan's subordinate Moyan, who is known as the first warrior in the army, etc., etc., they are all warriors who fought with Agu to fight the South and the North, and destroyed the Liao Kingdom. Has a formidable exploit.
Xinzhou is already under, for them, the next target is Taiyuan, the largest fortified city along the Hedong Road.
In the evening breeze, people walked towards this solemnly built, Han Chinese Taoist temple. The first soldiers have cleaned up the surrounding area, and set up the command hall here.
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The two nearby teams of Jurchen cavalry rushed towards the place where the sounding arrow came from.
Not long after, in another street, two more loud arrows were raised, and Wanyan Xiyin who was walking forward frowned, listening to the nearby army moving there again.
A thought flashed through his mind, and he reined in the horse and stopped in the middle of the road. The arrows of Jurchen soldiers are only released when they encounter a stubborn enemy, and they will be punished if they are released indiscriminately. During the period from yesterday afternoon to this morning, the frequency of sounding arrows in the city was more frequent. By this time, theoretically, the vicinity had been emptied. At this time, why did it suddenly increase again.
Then, he saw another arrow flying out in the distance.
Wanyan Xiyin frowned, and after a while, he suddenly turned his horse's head.
"Go back with me and find Marshal Zonghan, there may be something..."
Before he finished speaking, a loud arrow suddenly rose in the direction of Wanyan Zonghan and other generals.
"Walk-"
He suddenly shouted, drew his sword and ran wildly.
The surrounding streets suddenly exploded, and the surrounding guards also ran with him!
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"kill-"
The explosion-like shout came suddenly, sounded on the west side of the Taoist temple, and then there was the sound of fierce fighting.
In the main hall, everyone turned around and heard the enemy and soldiers fighting over there, and the front line of shouting and killing was spreading all the time. Under the steps, as Zong Han's personal guard leader, the big man named Mo Yan took off his spear and looked at the wall over there.
"The people here are great."
"It's just one person and two people, let's fight to the death." Wanyan Zonghan listened for a while, "Don't worry about him, don't fall for the trick."
The sound of the fighting was annihilated soon after, and it was obvious that the enemy who had committed the attack had already given his head. Zong Han turned around and walked to the seat above the main hall. In the yard on the west side, the Jurchen guard cut off the head of the Panzer. At the same time, in the yard on the east side, a famous martial artist was in a secret hole. Come in. This Taoist temple occupies a large area, and there are many Jurchen soldiers guarding it nearby, but after all, it used to be a place for Han people. When the Jurchen started to clean up the neighborhood, the people in charge of monitoring the green forest could roughly determine the location of Nianhan after coming in. Then the loophole was found.
The Jurchen soldier in the west courtyard ran to the main hall with the human head. He knelt down and lifted the two human heads up. He was about to speak when the scream of "Wow-" sounded.
Countless swordsmen collided and slaughtered, and arrows flew into the sky. To the east, someone shouted, "Kill Nianhan."
"Kill Nianhan-"
Then there was a sound like thunder: "Kill Nianhan—"
The sound of the frantic confrontation rose to the top at that moment, making the hairs stand up, and the noise in the east courtyard spread in this huge momentum, and came towards the main hall in a blink of an eye. Jurchen's defenses in this outer perimeter were smashed to pieces. At the gate outside the courtyard, Jurchen soldiers seemed to be pushed forward by 10,000 horses, and the broken corpses flew past everyone's eyes with blood.
An arrow flew through the long courtyard, and shot directly at Wanyan Zonghan's face with a violent sound of breaking wind. Wanyan Zonghan pulled out the long knife around his waist and smashed the arrow into the air: "Form a formation!"
A figure from the Green Forest of the Wu Dynasty climbed over the walls and roof of the courtyard, and threw the darts to the guards in the courtyard. In the hall, Wanyanba rushed down the steps at a low speed, pulled out the steel gun behind her back, and took a few steps to run. The body of the green forest man, flying into the air with blood: "The formation—"
Dozens of Jurchen guards in the courtyard have gathered in front of the main hall. Moyan wielded a steel gun and roared like thunder: "Form formation—kill them—"
Green forest masters who danced different weapons rushed from the gate, outside the wall, and on the roof. Most of them were injured, but their murderous aura was overflowing with fierce eyes. Before that, the hostility and killing intent that they had accumulated in their hearts finally burst out at this moment.
In front of them are the elite Jurchens who came out of the white mountains and black waters. They struggled to survive on the snow-covered land all year round. Before that, they rose up and destroyed the entire Liao Kingdom. The battle going south on this road came to them, but it was as simple as playing a game. And until the moment in front of them, at least in a small area, they finally felt the huge murderous intent that was approaching in front of them.
The two groups of people collided with each other for the first time. The sound of killing obscures the sky, the blood is surging, and it erupts... (Please search Piao Astronomy, better and faster!
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