The sky is bright. ︾
When the maid came in to add the charcoal fire, Shishi woke up from her sleep. The room was a little too warm, and Xun made her forehead hot. For the past few days, she was used to the cold military camp, and when she came back to Fanlou, she felt a little uncomfortable.
"How's Miss Cen?" She rubbed her forehead, lifted the quilt over her and sat up, still feeling groggy.
"The doctor said about her, said about her..." The maid was a little hesitant to speak.
"Just save your life." The woman sitting beside the bed looked at the maid calmly. The two have been together for a long time. On weekdays, the maid also knows that her girl is somewhat indifferent to many things, and has a feeling of underestimating the world. But this time... not the same after all.
"Miss Cen's life... is fine."
"... She has no hands." Shi Shi nodded. What the maid couldn't say was this, but the teacher already knew about it.
Last night, it was the teacher who brought Cen Zhiqing, who had no hands, back to Fanlou.
During this period of time, either driven by teachers or propaganda in the city, some women and teachers in Fanlou usually go to help near the city wall. Cen Zhiqing can be regarded as a red card of some reputation in Fanlou. Her temperament is indifferent, and she is somewhat similar to Nie Yunzhu and Nie Nie next to Ning Yi. She used to be a doctor's daughter earlier, and she is much more skilled in healing and saving people than teachers. Yesterday at the front line of Fengqiu Gate, his hands were cut off by a Jurchen soldier.
It was also because she was a woman that she was rescued in such a situation. When Shi Shi drove her back to Fanlou last night, half of her body was already stained red with blood, but Cen Yiqing's hands had only been roughly hemostasis and bandaged, and there was only a trace of rest in her body.
The national disaster was at the forefront, and the soldiers were fierce and dangerous, although most of the doctors were recruited to the battlefield. But places like Fanlou can still have better medical resources than the battlefield. When the doctor was dealing with Cen's broken arm injury, the teacher returned to his yard tiredly, washed himself with hot water a little, leaned on the bed halfway, and fell asleep.
The weather is cold. When the wind and snow stop, it is sunny. It has been half a month since the Jurchen siege began, and more than three months have passed since the Jurchen suddenly went south. The once prosperous singing and dancing and prosperous brocade clothes are still so real when I think about it now, as if what happened in front of me was just an inescapable nightmare.
None of this is real—woke up from sleep many times these days. Such thoughts will pop up in the minds of the teachers. Even if those vicious enemies and the scenes of blood flowing into the rivers, even if they happen in front of them, after thinking about it, the teachers can't help but think in their hearts: This is not true, right? Such thoughts may be circling in the minds of countless Bianliang people at this time.
The father, who was the mainstay of the family, went to the city one day and suddenly never came back. She used to be a husband who was paid and paid. Suddenly, it also became part of the bad news for the city. She used to be a beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth and slender hands. When I met again, I had lost a pair of arms and was covered in blood... In this short period of time, the traces of countless people's existence and the memories left in the minds of others came to an end. Teachers have seen many ups and downs in their growth, and have seen the darkness of the world in their communication and flattery. But it still feels like a nightmare to the fact that it suddenly fell in front of me.
However, it all happened in the end. The sudden arrival of the Jurchens broke the dream of this country, and now in the tragic war, they are almost on the verge of winning the city.
earlier days. Regarding the ferocity and brutality of the Jurchen, the propaganda of the news of the fighting of the army and the people of their own side has hardly stopped, and it has indeed boosted the morale of the city. However, when the impact of the death of the defender gradually expanded in the city, the emotions of sadness, cowardice, and even despair were also affected. It began to ferment in the city.
The death of a person will not only affect and affect only one or two people. He has a family, relatives and friends, and social relations of one kind or another. The death of one person will attract a circle of dozens of people, not to mention that within the range of dozens of people at this time, I am afraid that there are more than one or two people who died.
People began to be afraid, a lot of sadness, bad news, and rumors of the fierce war situation, so that there are still young and strong people in the family, crying and begging, they dare not let their families die again, and some have already gone to the city wall, people are active. Try to see if you can get them out, or move them somewhere else. Those who are related have already begun to seek a way back - Jurchen is too ruthless, this is a posture that will not give up until Bianliang is broken.
Fanlou is in the center of the Bianliang news circle, and it is the most sensitive to these things. However, as a teacher, she has already been on the battlefield, but she no longer thinks about it so much.
After a little grooming, the teacher took a look at Cen Yiqing, who was still asleep. She was on the edge of the battlefield for half a month, and she has not modified her appearance too much, but her own temperament is still there. Although it still looks weak on the outside, after seeing the blood of swords and guns, it looks more like a tenacious aura, like weeds growing out of the cracks in the stone. Li Yun was also outside the house, looked at her, and hesitated.
If in the past, seeing the scene of a person's hands being cut off alive, none of the girls in Fanlou could stand it. Even last night, the teacher led the people to hug Cen Zhiqing, who was covered in blood, and opened it. The clothes covered, seeing Cen Yiqing's arms were cut off and covered in blood, some people fainted with fright on the spot, Li Yun felt a little overwhelmed, only the teacher was still tired and calmly arranging everything, waiting for the doctor Come on, just go back to sleep.
The sky has not yet brightened, but the snow has stopped today, and it will only be colder than in the past - because the teacher knows that the siege of the Jurchen will be more convenient. Looking to the northeast from Fanlou, a black plume of smoke rose into the gray sky in the distance. It was the smoke from burning corpses for days. No one knew if the city would be broken today, but Shishi packed up a little and prepared to go to the wounded barracks. After that, He Leier came over.
"Master... Senior Sister, you are on the battlefield... How is he?"
This woman, who was not too high in Fanlou, was thinking about Xue Changgong's affairs, and came over to ask the teacher for news.
"He hasn't come these days. I'm worried that something will happen to him. Didn't I say... Jurchen won't attack the city at night..."
"I prepared some cakes that he likes to eat... I wanted to give them to him, but he said he wouldn't let me go... And I'm afraid... "
"...Senior and senior sister, I also heard what others said. Jurchen is determined and must break the city. Many people are trying to find a way..."
"He was assigned to Suanzaomen, but he was a general anyway... Senior Sister, you... can you go and find him and bring the cakes to him for me... "
Harley looks pretty good. But she doesn't have a high status in Fanlou because all she has is looks. At this time, I came to the teacher to talk to the teacher full of concerns, and what I said was timid and selfish. She wanted to find Xue Changgong, but she was afraid of the dangers of the battlefield. She wanted to please the other party. All she could think of was to send some cakes. She wanted Xue Changgong to arrange for her to escape.
She didn't notice that Shi Shi was about to go out. With these ragged words, the teacher was angry at first, and then just sighed. She listened to He Leier saying that for a while, and made a few perfunctory words. Then tell her: Xue Changgong is stationed in the area where the battle is most intense. Although he is nearby, there is no intersection between the two sides, and he has not been found recently. If you want to send something. I had to take his token by myself, maybe I could find it.
The fire swept over. In this unpreparedness, some people lost their lives in the first place, some people were confused, and some people were depressed. There are also people who have completed transformation in such a war, and Xue Changgong is one of them.
Alas, such a man. Maybe he liked you before, but after the war is over, when he rises step by step, there will be no such woman as he wants, and you may want to be a concubine. It's not possible either...
When He Leier was sent away, the teacher thought so, and then another man appeared in his mind. The man who had warned him to leave before the start of the war seemed to have seen the situation a long time ago, had been doing his own thing, and then was the man who greeted him. Looking back on the scene when we finally met and parted now, it seems like something happened some time ago.
Ning Yi…
He is not a man who transformed in the war, what kind of category should it be? The teacher is also not clear.
From the first day of December, after the news of the victory of the Xia Village defenders against Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren, the only progress in Bianliang City that could be inquired was that Guo Yaoshi led the entire army of resentful troops to pounce.
The battle is fierce...
The total number of 36,000 people in the world's powerful army is against an army of about 18,000 assembled. What is the evaluation of the fierce battle, the division itself cannot judge. She could only look at the dead people above and below the city wall of Bianliang, and occasionally imagine the war that took place on the banks of the Yellow River. In any case, there is no news of defeat, which may be good news.
No matter how tragic the war is, as long as he can survive, maybe... it's good news...
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Tapping Tapping Tapping...
The sound of hooves rushing through the snow came fast.
One cavalry, ten cavalry, one hundred cavalry, the figures of the cavalry galloped across the snowfield, and then passed through a small forest. Hundreds of horses in the back followed dozens of figures in front, and finally completed the encirclement.
When the two sides made contact, the cavalry in front turned around and leaned towards the pursuer. The black figure stretched out his hand and rushed out from the horse's back like a stride. With a snort, the cavalry that collided with him spun and flew up in the air. There was a huge pile of snow, and the two oncoming chasing soldiers almost collided, but then, the two galloping horses lost their center of gravity, and one jumped high towards the left, Long hissing and crashing, the other one rolled out to the right, the man in black robe pulled the hand of the knight on the horse and waved it to the back, the man flew out, drew an amazing arc in the air, and turned out It fell into the snow only a few feet away.
"Stop! Stop! It's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding!" someone shouted.
The man in black robe had stopped in the snow, with his hands on his back, it was Fu Lu with sharp eyes and a solemn expression, and among the hundreds of horsemen behind, who was guarded by everyone was Chen Yanshu, the commander of Wu Shengjun. This man was in his forties, and his appearance was upright and upright. He was a civil servant, and he was also a military commander at this time. He was the favorite type of Confucian general in the Wu Dynasty. Seeing Fu Lu throw three charging cavalry in a single step, his heart is shocked. He is always amazed at the superb martial arts of these martial arts masters, but unfortunately, this person in front of him is also difficult to use for himself.
Heroes are forbidden by martial law, these people who do things with their blood and energy. Always unable to understand the overall situation and the helplessness of those who maintain the overall situation...
"Senior Fu Lu, stop, Chen said, you misunderstood me..."
"There's no misunderstanding." The old man said loudly, and clasped his fists, "Master Chen. You have your thoughts, and I have mine. Jurchen went south, and my master died to assassinate Nianhan. Now the Bianliang war has ended. As for this situation, you dare not go to Bianliang City, and you are unwilling to send troops to Xia Village. You have reasons, and I can understand, but the old man has only half his life left. If you want to die for this, you can't stop it. of."
"The situation is complicated! Senior!" Chen Yanshu took a deep breath, "Chen has already told you in detail about the matter of Bianliang and Xia Village! Who doesn't know. Some Fei is unwilling to send troops, but he really can't send troops! These tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people have been newly defeated. If they rush out again, they won't be able to make it normal. They will all be scattered. I, Wu Shengjun, stay here Here, there is still some deterrent power to Jurchen and the resentful army. As long as Bianliang can persevere and worry about the existence of us, the Jurchen must demand peace. As for Xia Village, why not... The resentful army is the hero in the world. Back then Recruiting peace to him, the imperial court is supported by the six states of Yanyun and half of the imperial court, but who would have known that Guo Yaoshi would turn his back on the Jurchen! Xia Village? The big defeat, does the old man have to let all our belongings be smashed in it!?"
Fu Lu is clumsy in words. On the other hand, due to Zhou Tong's teaching, although he parted ways at this time, he did not want to undermine Chen Yanshu's platform in front of the army, but just bowed his hands: "Master Chen, everyone has his own aspirations. I've already said..."
"Furthermore! Those who do great things, if they don't succeed, they must let go! Old senior, in order to cheer up the army, I, Chen Yanshu, did not do anything! To show your name in the army is to hope that all soldiers To be able to carry on Master Zhou’s legacy, to be brave again, and to fight the enemy with all one’s strength, but these things will take time, and now that you are gone, what will happen to the morale of tens of thousands of people!?”
Seeing that Fu Lu had nothing to answer, Chen Yanshu said one sentence after another, loudly and loudly. He just finished speaking, and the first person to pick up was one of the dozens of horsemen who were being chased: "Shut up, Chen Yanshu!"
On the back of the horse, I saw the man draw his steel knife and pointed it towards him. In a moment, dozens of people from the Green Forest who followed Fu Lu left also drew their weapons: "Speaking eloquently, you are not ashamed! Are you finished! The army is tens of thousands, You don't have an inch of military heart, what the court wants you to do! It's a shame that you took this as a show off and said it shamelessly! Let me tell you, although General Long Fenlong has only more than 6,000 people, he is far more than your four. 50,000 people are much bloodier..."
"Long Hui!" Chen Yanshu reined in his horse's head and sneered, "Let's not say that he is just a partial general, taking advantage of the defeat of the army and gathering thousands of people, he has no qualifications to lead troops. The talent of the general, this person is courageous and reckless. He led thousands of people, but it was just to die! Chen chased after him, just because he didn't want the seniors and you to be buried with the fools—"
"Chen Yanshu, you..."
"Okay!" The man on the horse was still about to speak, but Fu Lu waved his hand to interrupt his words, and then he gave Chen Yanshu another hand with a cold face.
"Master Chen, you don't have to say anymore. Today's matter, I have made up my mind. Even if I die in Xia Village, it has nothing to do with Master Chen. If it really brings trouble to Master Chen, I will wait until I die. I have to ask Lord Chen to bear with me. This is because everyone has their own aspirations. If Lord Chen is unwilling to forgive me, I will not accept your behavior. You can order your brothers to kill them today. If we are lucky enough to escape, anyway I can’t go to Xia Village anymore, and I will only be enemies with the family of adults in my life. Although the old man is not good at martial arts, if he is dedicated to survival, he may still be able to escape today. Lord, you can make a decision.”
There was no room for manoeuvre in his words, and his companions waved their swords and guns: "That's it! Senior, if they really kill us, you don't have to worry about us!"
"I really want to kill each other! It's easy to die here!"
"Chen Yanshu, did you hear me! If I live! I will kill your whole family—"
The crowd shouted for a moment, the expression on Chen Yanshu's face was ugly for a while, and at the end, it was a silence that made both sides nervous and embarrassed. After such a long time, Chen Yanshu finally took a deep breath and slowly rode his horse forward. I saw him riding towards Fulu alone, then descending in the snow, and when he reached the old man, he clasped his fists proudly.
"Senior, you have misunderstood me deeply." He said slowly and in a deep voice, "but this is the end of the matter. Arguing is useless. Long Hui is ambitious but incompetent. If you wait to attack Guo Yaoshi, you will die in vain. Sheng. The same is true of Xia Village. How about being brave for a while and holding on for a few days. Maybe at this moment, that place has been breached... Chen chased this place, and his benevolence and righteousness were exhausted. Since he couldn't keep it... Hey, everyone, Just take care..."
He finished these words slowly, bowed just now, and walked back to his horse with a solemn expression.
Soon after, in the snow. The two groups of people finally separated gradually and went in different directions.
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In the snow, a long array of soldiers walked meanderingly.
"Yesterday was still a snowstorm, but today I am touched, the sky will be clear, this is a good omen, it is God who is waiting for me! Brothers! All cheer up! The brothers in Xia Village have supported several times under the onslaught of the resentful army. Japan. Our army suddenly attacked and attacked from the front and back. We will definitely be able to defeat the three family slaves! Let's go! As long as you win, the military merit and salary are no problem! You are all heroes in this world-"
On the snowy slope in the middle of the line, the general riding a warhorse marched forward, cheering loudly for the team. He also has martial arts skills. The internal force was forced, and the sound was like a bell. In addition, he was burly and upright, and he shouted all the way. Very encouraging.
After a while, a small group of troops came to vote, and after gradually converging, the entire team became more impassioned. It was the eighth day of the first month of December, and in the afternoon, Fu Lu and others also came, and the mood of the team became even more enthusiastic.
The war in Xia Village can attract the attention of many people outside Bianliang City, and Fu Lu played a great role in it. As a matter of fact, when Guo Yaoshi concentrated his resentful army on the side of Xia Village, the tragic, yet continual war really frightened many people, but also encouraged them.
The leader, the general named Long Hui, was one of them. Of course, it is difficult to say whether the impassioned passion is driven by the desire for power, but at this time, these are not important.
"Director Chen is wise to protect himself and is unwilling to take action. I have already expected it. The situation in the world is so rotten, and even if I am scolding here, it is useless. If you don't want to come, don't want to come." After listening to Fu Lu and others, On the snow slope, Long An just smiled boldly, "It's just that senior came from Xia Village. How's the war going in the village?"
"It's sunny today, it's not easy to hide, but I just took a quick look... It's quite tragic..." Fu Lu sighed, "The grudge army seems to have broken through the camp wall..."
The news he brought made Long Hui silent for a moment. It was already the sixth day of the battle of Xia Village. In the previous news, the defenders fought against the resentful army. The resentful army used the A variety of siege methods were used, but with the cooperation and assistance of firearms, the defenders were never able to truly penetrate the camp wall. Unexpectedly, today, that firm defense has been broken after all.
Of course, the wooden wall is just a wooden wall, no matter how well it is piled up, it is already extremely lucky to be able to survive for five days in such a fight. It is not completely lacking in psychological preparation, but as a companion on the periphery, after all I don't want to see it.
Outside the Xia Village, above the snow, Guo Yaoshi was riding a horse, looking at the fierce battlefield in front of him from a distance. The three colors of red, white and scorched black filled almost everything in front of him. At this time, the line of troops spread from the southeast into the crack in the crooked camp wall, and halfway up the mountain, a reserve team rushed forward and was fighting with The soldiers of the resentful army who rushed in fought fiercely, trying to push out the front line that broke into the camp wall.
Ning Yi rushed across the blood-stained slope, slashed out with a long knife, and flew a tall soldier from the resentful army with his hands and slashes. Beside him, Zhu Biao, the Qi brothers, Tian Donghan, Chen Tuozi, Nie Shan, and others all rushed into the enemy with a fierce tiger-like aura. In a sense, these people were the bodyguards that Ning Yi stayed by his side, and they could be regarded as the prepared cadres.
The injuries he suffered before have basically recovered, but the accumulation of dark wounds in the Six Paths, even with the conditioning of Hongti, is not completely good. Not far away, Hong wielded a big gun and led a small group of elites to fight towards Ning Yi. She was afraid of Ning Yi's injury, and Ning Yi was also afraid of her accident, so she fired a shot and fought hard towards the other side. Blood splattered on their heads and bodies from time to time, and in the boiling crowd, the figures of the two people have been killed red-
"Fuck—" He split the neck of a grieving soldier, Ning Yi staggered to Hongti, reached out and wiped the blood on his face, "Fairy tales are all lies..."
With a whistling sound, the spear rushed past Ning Yi's side like a giant python and stabbed behind him. Hongti heard his low voice complaining, "What?"
"Isn't it said that if the casualties are 10%, they will collapse? How many are dead now—"
In the days of fierce battles, the casualty rate between the resentful army and the Xiacun defenders has long been more than a mere 10%. However, at this time, no matter which side is fighting, no one knows how long it will take to fight before they can see it. to the sign of victory.
But at this moment, in this place in the Xia Village Valley, the power of the grudge army still has the upper hand. It's just that compared to Ning Yi's fighting and complaining, in the formation of the resentful army, while watching the development of the war, Guo Yaoshi said, "What other tricks are there to use..."
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