December of this year is coming, and the Yellow River area is blizzard and snow, as always, it seems unwilling to stop. ↖
It's just that in the past, even in the heavy snow, the traces of people who came and went have become rare. Nomura is desolate like a ghost, and there are bones in the snow.
In the blizzard, the rustling of horses' hooves would occasionally sound. At the edge of the woods, three tall Jurchens rode on horses, walking slowly and carefully, staring at the woods not far away, one of them had already drawn a bow and an arrow.
The moment the figure of the horse appeared in the field of vision, there was only a loud bang, the snow fell from the trees, and someone jumped on the tree. In Xueluo, the horse's hooves turned in shock, the arrows flew into the sky, and the Jurchen also drew his sword suddenly, and in the short roar, there was also a figure rushing from the side. A punch hit the neck of the Jurchen warhorse.
Da Peng's blood splashed out with minced meat, the war horse screamed and neighed, staggering like a mountain, and the Jurchen on the horse rolled up with snow. At this moment, the figures on both sides rushed and the weapons intersected. A Jurchen was abruptly separated during the fight. Two Han men surrounded and killed them. The big man who rushed over and smashed the neck of the horse with a punch was taller than the Jurchen. A little higher, and after a few fights, they clasped the other's shoulders and jackets.
This burly man has been immersed in tiger claws and tiger fists for many years, and just now he suddenly saved, just like a tiger descending the mountain, even the tall northern warhorse ate him on the neck, and his throat was broken. To live on the shoulders of the Jurchen is to tear it apart. It's just that although the Jurchen has not practiced the systematic martial arts of the Central Plains, she has hunted in the white mountains and black waters for many years. I am afraid that she has not encountered black bears and tigers. Like a giant python. When the big man tore and retreated, the leather jacket was torn apart, but there was only a little blood on the Jurchen shoulders.
However, in front of the Jurchen, the man who had just jumped down the tree was already swooping over with a knife. At this time, on the left of the Jurchen was the big man who made tiger claws. On the right was another Han Chinese scout attacking him. He retreated, but behind him was the trunk of a big tree.
With a bang, his figure was slammed into the trunk of the tree, and the knife holder in front almost rushed up with the knife, and the tip of the knife passed under his neck. The next moment he pierced him, the man with the knife suddenly pulled it out, and the knife light slashed backwards from bottom to top, making a circle, fighting with another Jurchen scout who rushed up to save people. The blood line drawn from the human body flew far and straight on the white snow.
There are martial arts practitioners among the Han people, but the Jurchens are born to fight against the heaven and the earth, and the strong people are not inferior to the martial arts masters. For example, this Jurchen scout who was forced to kill by three people, his movement technique to break free from the tiger's claws may not be used by most masters. If it is a one-on-one desperate fight, it is unknown who will die. However, there are no rules for fighting in battle. The blade saw blood, and the momentum of the three Han scouts here soared. Towards the Jurchen man at the back, he closed the circle again.
Another scout who was still on the horse shot an arrow, turned the horse's head and ran. The Jurchen scout who was left behind was slaughtered to the ground within a few breaths. At this time, the Jurchen who ran away on horseback was already far away. He turned his head and fired another arrow. . The man with the knife who killed the first person again.
The arrow came flying, and the man had blood on the corner of his mouth. With a sneer, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but this time it was caught in the air, and the arrow plunged into his heart.
He fell on the snow. Two companions rushed up to help him.
This momentary battle has returned to calm in the blink of an eye, leaving only the scarlet red in the wind and snow, which will also be frozen in the near future. The remaining Jurchen scout galloped on his horse, and ran like this for a while. He reached a snowy ridge in front of him and was about to turn when a figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
He subconsciously released an arrow, but the black figure was as fast as lightning and ghosts. At first glance, it was still a few meters away, and in a blink of an eye, it rushed to the front, and even the wind and snow seemed to be washed away. , The black figure draped a knife on his body, and on the snowy mountain, the Jurchen cavalry seemed to be stunned for a moment while running, and then was knocked off his horse by something.
At the back of the snowy mountain, two figures appeared at this time. They were two men in military uniforms. They looked at the Jurchen warhorse who was at a loss on the snow and the Jurchen scout who started to seep blood in the snow. , slightly stunned, but the most important thing is naturally the black-clothed man standing by the side. This black-clothed man with a single sword has a calm expression, but his appearance is not young. Resisting ability, at this time, the forehead is slightly steaming hot air.
"Senior Fu Lu, Jurchen scout, usually consists of three people in a team, this person is alone, I am afraid that there is a companion on the side..." One of the officers looked around and reminded.
The man in black with the knife shook his head: "This Jurchen runs in a hurry, and his blood is turbulent. It is a sign that he has just experienced life and death fighting. He is only here alone, and his two companions have already been killed. Obviously I still want to go back and report the news, since I met him, I must not let him go." Then he went to search the body of the Jurchen on the ground.
"Senior Fu Lu said yes." The two officers said so, and went to search the steed's luggage.
The one who appeared here at this time was Fu Lu, who survived after Zhou Tong's unsuccessful assassination of Yan Zonghan.
In the battle to assassinate Zong Han, Zhou Tong fought to exhaustion, and was finally killed by Wanyan Xiyin with a sword. Fu Lu's wife, Zuo Wenying, rushed into the crowd at the last moment and threw Zhou Dong's head at him. After that, Zhou Tong and Zuo Wenying both died. live.
He was chased and killed all the way by the cavalry sent by Zong Han, and even under the bounty issued by Zong Han, some Lulin people of the Wu Dynasty wanted to get Zhou Tong's head to collect the bounty. After encountering him, they shot him. He took Zhou Tong's head and traveled all the way back to Tongguan, Shaanxi, Zhou Tong's hometown, and found a tomb to bury him. Han and others received the reward - when the old man was buried in the cold rain, he was the only one who served as a sacrifice in the surrounding wild mountains and mountains. He had long since lost his heart, but remembered that the old man had served the country and the people all his life, and after his death, he might not even be able to disclose the place of burial, and it would be hard for anyone to pay tribute. Still can't help but feel sad, leaning over and weeping.
Fu Lu followed Zhou Tong all his life, serving as servants and disciples, as well as relatives and friends. After he and Zuo Wenying got married, they had a son, but after the full moon, he was brought up in the countryside. At this time, he was probably married and had children. It was just that he and Zuo Wenying accompanied Zhou Tong. He has never cared or cared for this son or grandson he may already have over the years. For him, the only real relatives may be Zhou Tong and his aging wife.
His wife was more determined than he was. In retrospect, in the assassination of Zonghan, both his wife and him were ready to die, but at the last moment, his wife grabbed the old man's head. Throwing it at him, the heart of the fist, it is self-evident, but it is hoped that he will survive in the end. Just like that, the two most important people in his life died one after another in less than a few breaths.
After the burial of Zhou Dong's head, his life was meaningless to him, and the thought of his wife's dying throw made him even more grief-stricken. Just following the old man for so many years. The option of suicide would never appear in his mind. He left Tongguan. He thought that with his martial arts, he might be able to go to Zonghan to do another assassination attempt, but at this time Zongwang had already gone south, and he thought, if the old man was still there, he would definitely go to the most dangerous and critical place. So he went all the way south, ready to come to Bianliang to wait for an opportunity to assassinate Zongwang.
However, when he came down this way, Zongwang had already launched an attack outside the city of Bianliang, and the army of the Qin Wang of hundreds of thousands had been defeated and fled. Shredded corpses. Fu Lu couldn't find an opportunity to assassinate Zongwang, but he met many people in the green forest on the way around. In fact, Zhou Tong's death had been publicized by the public opinion force of Zhuji at this time, and some people in the green forest also knew him. Yes, after seeing him, he was the only one who followed suit. He said that he was going to assassinate Zongwang, and everyone was willing to follow him. But at this time, the situation outside Bianliang City was not like Xinzhou City, and there was a piece of iron barrels in Moutuogang. Such an assassination opportunity was not easy to find.
Fu Lu traced back the name of Ning Yi in the traces of public opinion, and remembered this man who acted differently from Zhou Tong, but could make Zhou Tong admire him. Fu Lu didn't like him very much either, but he thought that in important matters, the other party must be a reliable person. He won't live too long, let him know about it, if one day Jurchen leaves, and others want to pay homage to Zhou Tong, they can also find a place, that person is called "heart demon" and "blood hand". "Human Slaughter", if someone really wants to desecrate the place where Zhou Tong was buried after his death, with his drastic means, he will surely make his life unspeakable, and there will be no way to regret it.
It was only after making such a decision that the first person he met was Chen Yanshu, the commander of the Wusheng Army in the Daming Prefecture. In the early morning of September 25th, during the Jurchen raid, Wu Sheng's army was defeated extremely badly. Chen Yanshu fled with his personal soldiers throwing away their helmets and armor, but did not suffer too many injuries. After the rout, he was afraid that the court would punish him, and he wanted to make some achievements. He frantically gathered and scattered the army. During this period, he met Fu Lu.
Chen Yanshu knew Zhou Tong. Although he didn't take the old man as a big deal at first, during this period of time, Zhuji's desperate propaganda made the reputation of the number one player in the world skyrocket in the army. . His army was severely disintegrated, and when he met Fu Lu, he had some idea about it. He knew that this man had always been by Zhou Tong's side. Although he was low-key, his martial arts skills were really passed down by Zhou Tong. It is not an exaggeration, and immediately recruited vigorously. Fu Lu didn't find Ning Yi at the first time, and he didn't care about who to contribute, so he agreed to help under Chen Yanshu's command.
A few months after that, the wind and snow fell, and the Jurchen began to attack Bianliang. Chen Yanshu's subordinates gathered more than 30,000 people, but they still had no military spirit and could not fight at all. Although Bianliang City urged Qin Wang's army to quickly relieve the siege of the capital, it was probably hopeless. The situation outside was quite delicate. Everyone was waiting for others to attack, but they all understood that these skirmishers, who had no will to fight, were not the Jurchens. Just in the midst of such a delay, the news that 4,000 people were suddenly dispatched and rushed into the Mutuogang camp spread on the snowfield.
At this time, although the forces of the defeated troops on the snowfield were divided into several groups, there was still a simple connection between them. Dispatch." This is a common occurrence, but for the soldiers under his command, it is indeed impossible to move. The military heart has been broken, everyone hoards one place, and can maintain the overall appearance. If you really want to go to Bianliang City to fight to the death. Less than halfway through, the people under his command will be scattered by two-thirds. Among them, except for the Western Army in the division, it may still retain a little combat power, and most of the rest are like this.
Under such circumstances, there were still people who did their best to stab Jurchen without saying hello to them. Not to mention the Jurchens were frightened, they were all frightened too. The first reaction of everyone was that the Western Army had taken action. After all, the two sides had little dealings and fights on weekdays. The two leaders of the Western Army in Zhongshidao and Zhongshi were both famous generals in the world. They were very famous and preserved their strength. Not surprising. But soon, news that contradicted this came from the capital.
At this time, the 4,000 people were still stationed in the center of the various forces, and they seemed to be extremely public. Not at all afraid of Jurchen's surprise attack. At this time, all the forces on the snowfield sent scouts to start the investigation. On this battlefield, the Western Army began to move, and the Changsheng Army began to move. Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren of the Changsheng Army separated from Guo Yaoshi and swooped at the more than 4,000 people in the center. These people finally moved in the wind and snow. When they got up, they even took more than a thousand civilians who had no combat power and crossed a huge arc in the wind and snow. Heading towards Xia Village, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren led more than 10,000 people under their command. He quickly corrected his direction, and on the 29th day of November, he quickly shortened the distance with these 4,000 people. Now, the scouts have fought at close range.
Fu Lu was sent out by Chen Yanshu to see all this - he also volunteered. During the recent period of time, because Chen Yanshu and more than 30,000 people have been standing still. Being in it, Fu Lu realized that they had no intention to fight and had a tendency to leave. Chen Yanshu also saw this, but he couldn't tie Fu Lu. Second, he needed to stay in the army for propaganda. In the end, he had to let two officers come with him, and he did not let the other green forest people brought by Fu Lu go out to accompany Fu Lu. In this way, he probably still gotta come back.
Fu Lu was also curious about this team that suddenly appeared. He was deeply saddened by the low combat power of the Wu Dynasty army, but he felt the same way about the strength of the Jurchen. An army capable of fighting the Jurchen head-on? Does it really exist? In the end, was it because they were lucky enough to make a sneak attack, and then their record was exaggerated? This kind of thinking is actually the mainstream among the surrounding forces.
I don't know which army it is, it's really bad luck...
In his mind, Fu Lu naturally wouldn't think like this. In his opinion, even if he was lucky, it would be a good thing if he could take this as a basis and work hard.
This time, the first thing he found was the team of Changsheng Army.
This army of more than 10,000 people rushed through the wind and snow, and sent a large number of scouts to explore the front. Fu Lu is naturally not skilled in military affairs, but he is a master close to the master level. He is most familiar with people's physique, will, and momentum from the inside out. Although the combat power displayed by the two teams of Changsheng Army was inferior to that of the Jurchens, compared to the army of the Wu Dynasty, these men from the north, after having undergone the best training outside Yanmen Pass, did not. Know how much higher.
Fu Lu was secretly shocked when he saw it. He learned from another scout team sent by Chen Yanshu that the team of 4,000 people who should belong to Qin Shaoqian's command was not far ahead, with more than 1,000 civilians burdening them. , it may be difficult to reach Xia Village, and they will be intercepted. Fu Lu came here and happened to kill the Jurchen scout.
Although the snowstorm is not too big at this time, it is difficult to identify the direction and destination above the snow field. After the three searched for the body, they moved forward again, and immediately found that they might have gone in the wrong direction and turned back. Later, they encountered or passed by a few scouts of the Changsheng Army. On the brigade.
It was already afternoon, the sky was dark, and when he walked to a snowy ridge, Fu Lu had faintly noticed the movement in the wind and snow ahead. He reminded the two people around him that Chang Shengjun might be ahead. He dismounted nearby, walked quietly, passed through a woodland, and there was a snowy ridge in front. After going up, the three suddenly fell down.
An army of tens of thousands of people stretched out in front.
It was Zhang and Liu of the Changsheng Army. At this time, the flags were stretched and the lineup was chilling, and a battle was set up in front. It seemed that they were actually stopping the front and back of the team. The two officers of Wu Sheng's army were stunned. Although they may not be able to win the battle, they have a vision. They know that if such an army goes to war with their own side, the current Wu Sheng army will only be killed like pigs and dogs. Fu Lu is a martial artist. Feeling this murderous aura, his own blood and energy have already surged up, gnashing his teeth, wishing he could rush out and die with the enemy general, but they reacted immediately:
"Why did they stop..."
"What happened… "
Only when he started talking about it, Fu Lu saw the scene on the snowy ridge on the other side of the field of vision through the wind and snow. Looking from this side, the vision is blurred, but there are vague figures on the snowy ridge.
Then, the sound of "bang" came, but the sound was not a single sound, but that there were hundreds of thousands of sounds mixed together. It was like a knock between metals, and like a hit on leather, and Fu Lu could hear it. It should be the scabbard of a war sword, and the sound of hitting the saddle.
Thousands of war knives slapped the sound of the saddle at the same time.
This voice suddenly sounded in the wind and snow, came over, and then quieted down. After a few breaths, it was repeated again. Although it was monotonous, the slap of thousands of war knives was vaguely murderous. In the snowstorm in the distance, in the vague sight, the horse team quietly lined up on the snowy ridge, waiting for the brigade of the Changsheng Army.
A moment later, a murderous shout came from here: "Chang Sheng—"
"Chang Sheng!"
"Chang Sheng!"
Three times in a row, ten thousand people shouted in unison, almost able to drive through the wind and snow, but before the leader gave the order, no one charged.
Fu Lu already felt the smell of rust in his mouth, which was a vague sense of excitement belonging to a warrior. The array on the opposite side, all the cavalry added up, was only more than 2,000. They just waited there, facing a victorious army of ten thousand people, no one dared to step forward amid the huge killing intent.
For a moment, the sound of the beating came again monotonously, and then again, at the same interval, as if it were slapped on everyone's heartbeat.
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