When the Northwest was caught in a fierce battle due to the Black Flag Army's dispatch, Fan Hongji had just crossed the Yellow River south, and was running for more important things, temporarily leaving the Xiaocang River behind.
In the Central Plains, the flames of war are raging, and the largest turmoil is spreading from north to south.
Time and time again, hundreds of thousands of people have hedged, millions of people have died, and millions of people have migrated. The confusion and pathos involved are difficult to describe in short words. From Yanmenguan to Taiyuan, then from Taiyuan to the Yellow River, and from the Yellow River to Xuzhou, the Jurchen army raged across the land. They set fire to the city, kidnapped women, captured slaves, and killed prisoners.
Many people have died, and those who have lost their families and relatives are scattered. For them, the traces left by the fire of war and the void left in their souls due to the sudden passing of their relatives may not disappear in this life. .
The resistance of the rebel army began to become weak after Zhou Yong went south and Zong Ze died. The forces on both sides of the Yellow River had begun to surrender to the Jurchen, and the small-scale chaos was intensifying. The villagers and bandits who hid in the mountains because they were unwilling to surrender, the knights and tyrants in the market place, resisted with all their might wherever they could reach.
The hunt for the lone little Jurchen happens every day, but every day, more rebels are killed in this fierce conflict. The city that was captured by the Jurchen often had ten rooms and nine empty spaces, and the walls of the city were covered with the heads of troublemakers. At this time, the most efficient and least troublesome method of rule was massacre.
This is the era that belongs to the Jurchens. For them, this is the heroic character shown by the sea, and every charge and every swing of their swords is a testament to their strength. And the once prosperous and prosperous half of the Wu Dynasty, the entire Central Plains. All crumbled and peeled off in such fighting and trampling.
In more than half a year, more and more city gates have been knocked on by Jurchen, and more and more people have surrendered. The fleeing crowd crowded on the road that the Jurchen had not yet considered. Every day, people died of starvation, looting, and fighting.
In this mighty era, Fan Hongji has already complied with everything that happened in this grand expedition. When in Xiaocang River. Due to his own mission, he was briefly surprised by Xiao Canghe's choice. However, after leaving there, he went all the way to the Zhengzhou camp to reply to Wanyan Xiyin's mission, and he was sent to the mission of recruiting Shi Bin's Yi army. This is a small part of the vast strategy of the entire Central Plains.
Even though he had told the story of Xiao Canghe completely and honestly in front of Wanyan Xiyin, Wanyan Xiyin's final opinion on the place was to hold Ning Liheng's poem and shake his head: "A stern person is like this. , who Yunhan is dead... good poetry!" He did not despise the place of Xiaocanghe, but in the entire war situation at the moment. There's really no need to pay too much attention.
Ning Lihenggu is an outstanding person, but at this time, who is the Jurchen high-ranking person, who is not a hero who looks down on the world. Since the war started at the beginning of the year, Zong Han, Zong Fu, Zong Bi, Xi Yin, Lou Shi, Yin Shu Ke, Ci Bu Si, Tu Li Su and others have attacked the city and conquered the land, destroying the dry and the rotten almost non-stop. Only in the northwest, there is a famous general like Wanyan Loushi in the town, and no one can be regarded as an enemy. In the Central Plains, the front line of the war is rushing towards Xuzhou.
Since the Eastern Route Army captured Yingtian, the Central Route Army captured Bianliang. The backbone of the entire Central Plains has tended to fall in the boiling slaughter, if the Jurchen is to occupy the land to rule. This huge Central Plains area will take a lot of time for Jurchen to digest, and even if they continue to fight, the line of troops going south has been stretched longer and longer.
The important town of Xuzhou is already the gateway from the Central Plains to the south of the Yangtze River. In the north of Xuzhou, many local Jurchens have not yet been pacified and captured. The resistance continued in various places. People estimated that the Jurchen would not go south for the time being. However, Wanyan Zongbi, who was a radical soldier in the East Route Army, had already brought over the army's vanguard and first surrendered. And then launched a siege and attack on Xuzhou.
A large number of refugees who went south were trapped in Xuzhou City, waiting for the sentence of life and death. After Wang Fu of Zhizhou refused to surrender, he sent people south to ask for help, and he ran to the city every day, trying his best to resist the attack of the Jurchen army.
This is not a violent siege. It is the beginning of the Jurchen grand strategy of "searching the mountains and picking up the sea". While Jin Wushu led the army to attack Xuzhou, the Central Route Army was sending a large number of lobbyists like Fan Hongji, trying their best to recruit and stabilize the city. The situation in the rear, and a large number of Jurchen troops who were attacking the city and conquering the land, have also rushed towards Xuzhou like a spark.
In September, Yinshu arrived in Xuzhou, and there was a burning emotion in his chest. At the same time, Jin Wushu's army really launched the most violent offensive against Xuzhou. Three days later, he led the army into the blood-stained city defense, and the blade spread into the city where hundreds of thousands of people gathered.
Outside the city, Yin Shu Ke led his five thousand elite cavalry and began to pull out the camp and head south. The surging iron hooves rushed towards Yangzhou at the fastest speed.
Search mountains and seas to catch Zhou Yong!
The purpose of the East Route Army going south was not just to smash a Central Plains from the very beginning. They wanted to capture every Zhou family member who dared to be emperor to the Northern Kingdom.
In the same September, in northwestern Gyeongju, the desperate fight between the two armies has reached a state of white-hot. In the fierce confrontation and fighting, both sides are already in a state of lack of people and horses. has become increasingly intense.
On the night of September 4th, near the area called Xuanjia'ao, the two armies that had been biting each other all the time were not far apart, and maintained a short period of calm. Always maintain a state of being ready to pounce on the opponent at any time. The soldiers of the fourth regiment after the sacrifice of the regiment leader Sun Ye were sharpening their swords in the dark, preparing to launch a feint against the Jurchen at night. At this time, the ground was still muddy, and the stars were like flowing water.
On the night of the fourth day of September, in the cellar of the abandoned village in Xuanjia'ao, a team of more than 20 people silently waited for the footsteps above to calm down, waiting for the air to gradually thin. A raid was launched, but the air couldn't hold it in the first place.
That night, they rushed out to the first Jurchen officer they saw nearby, the highest-ranking Jurchen officer.
The Jurchen general and the soldiers around him also saw them.
The conflict broke out in an instant!
Zhuo Yongqing held the knife in his right hand and staggered out. His body was covered with bandages, his left hand was still bleeding, and there was blood foam in his mouth. He almost greedily took a breath of the air in the night, and the starlight sprinkled down gently, he knew. This may be the last breath.
"Father, mother, the child is unfilial..." The pain and fatigue were surging again, and he seemed to be under heavy weight, but at this moment, he just wanted to carry that weight and move forward.
"rush"
Hou Wu and Mao Yishan and others put their shields together, and Luo Ye rushed forward: "Jurchen bitches! Grandpa is here"
The sound of swords and shields hitting peaked, a Jurchen guard swung a heavy hammer, and the sound of an iron drum resounded in the night sky. The firelight splashed in the night sky, the sword lights were interlaced, the blood was shot, the human arm flew up, the human body flew up, and in a short time, the figures violently staggered and attacked.
Dozens of figures rushed into one piece. Zhuo Yongqing rushed towards the blade of a Jurchen soldier, and the hard part of the armor blocked the opponent's edge. The two tumbled to the ground, and Zhuo Yongqing's knife slashed each other's stomach. The sticky stomach rushed out, and Zhuo Yongqing laughed hahaha. He tried to get up, but fell to the ground, and then he really stood up and stumbled two steps. front. Luo Ye, Mao Yishan and others were fighting with the Jurchen general. He saw that the Jurchen general was tall and thin, and with a sharp swing of the big spear in his hand, he forced Luo Ye and Mao Yishan to retreat at the same time.
Hou Wu, who was fighting with Jurchen beside him, was shot in the leg by him. The whole person turned to the ground, the surrounding companions rushed up, Luo Ye rushed towards the Jurchen general again, the general stabbed a gun, pierced Luo Ye's shoulder, Luo Ye shouted: "Kill him!" He clasped the spear with his body, and the other side's gun had been pulled out. One of the two soldiers who rushed up was sent flying, and the other was directly stabbed in the throat.
The Jurchen general let out a roar, and her voice was bold, and she came over with a gun. Luo Ye's shoulder had been pierced, and he staggered to grit his teeth and stepped forward. Mao Yishan charged with a shield and blocked the opponent's shot. A black flag soldier who rushed was hit on the head by the big gun. His brain burst and fell to the side. Zhuo Yongqing was about to swing his knife up, when a companion from behind shouted: "Be careful!" Push him away, Zhuo Yongqing fell to the ground, and when he looked back, the soldier who had just pushed him away had already He was pierced by the big gun in his stomach, and the tip of the gun protruded from his back, and he stirred it neatly.
Flesh and blood splattered in the air like an explosion.
In the mutual killing in the night, people kept falling down, and the Jurchen general swung a big gun like a god of war in the night, smashing, knocking down, and taking lives of the people around him in a blink of an eye. Mao Yishan, Luo Ye, Qu Qing and others bravely stepped forward. In this moment, the fierce and fearless fight also hit him with a knife, but the sound was directly removed by the iron armor on the opponent's body, and the figure and the figure were separated from each other. The blood bloomed violently.
Zhuo Yongqing rushed forward in the blood, and in the staggered light of the swords, the Jurchen general stabbed another black flag soldier to the ground. Zhuo Yongqing could only swing the sword with his right hand. He slashed the long sword to the extreme. Rushing into the battle circle, the Jurchen general suddenly looked over. In this gaze, Zhuo Yongqing saw a calm and turbulent killing intent, which was a long-term fight on the battle formation, killing countless enemies. The great pressure accumulated afterward. The long spear swung its tail like a giant dragon and slammed into it. At this moment, Zhuo Yongqing hurriedly waved the sword.
The long knife that could not reach the opponent at all was thrown out. His feet stepped on the slippery flesh and he slid to the side. The sweeping iron spear flew over his head, and Zhuo Yongqing fell to the ground, his hands full. All he touched was the sticky flesh and blood of the corpse. He got up and felt ashamed for his cowardice at that moment. This shame made him rush forward again. He knew that he was going to be stabbed to death by the other party, but he was not afraid at all. .
However, the spear didn't stab, he rushed over and threw the tall and thin Jurchen general to the ground. The other party stretched out a hand to grab his collar and resisted. Zhuo Yongqing grabbed a brick and moved towards the other party. The head slammed down desperately, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, blood was surging out of the general's throat.
When Zhuo Yongqing slipped, the long knife thrown at the moment of fear cut the opponent's throat.
Mao Yishan and others rushed up with shields and formed a small defensive formation. Around, the battle cry of the Jurchen was raised, and the soldiers rushed over like a tidal wave. They fought hard, they were killed in the fight, and in the blink of an eye, the blood had stained everything red, and the bodies were piled up around.
At the same time, the Huaxia Army launched a charge in the dark...
In September, when Xuzhou fell, the court in Yangzhou was still ignorant of the matter. On the seventh day of the ninth lunar month, a message suddenly entered the palace. The five thousand elite cavalry of Yinshu Ke had reached the Tianshui Army, and Zhou Yong, who was having fun in the palace, was stunned.
The Tianshui Army was less than a day's journey away from Yangzhou. Since the messenger arrived, it was said that the other party was already on the way, and it might be coming soon.
Zhou Yong put on his trousers and ran. On the way, he asked the eunuch beside him to inform Jun Wu and Zhou Pei, the sons and daughters, and then came to the ferry of Yangzhou City as quickly as possible, and boarded the big boat that was ready to escape. , Not long after, Zhou Pei and some officials had also arrived. However, at this time, the eunuchs had not yet found Jun Wu, who was surveying the terrain in the north of Yangzhou City to study the defense.
An hour later, Zhou Yong ordered the boat to set off in anxiety.
Yangzhou in September, with the unique gray color after autumn, arrived here in the evening of Yin Shuke's army. At this time, the officials and wealthy households in the city were fleeing one after another, and the army of the city defense had almost no will to resist. After five thousand elite horses entered the city to search for them, they learned that the emperor had already fled.
At night, the whole city of Yangzhou was raging on fire, and the revenge burning began.
On the other side, Yue Fei's army fled with Jun Wu in a hurry. At the rear, refugees and some Jurchen cavalry who learned that a little prince had failed to board the boat chased after them. At this time, the nearby boats by the Yangtze River were basically occupied by others. In the end, Yue Fei found a small boat and sent Jun Wu across the river with several personal guards. He led the soldiers under his command, who had been training for less than half a year, to fight against the Jurchen cavalry by the river.
The boat went towards the heart of the Yangtze River. On the shore, civilians were constantly being killed and forced to jump into the river. The fighting continued. The corpses floated up on the river, and the blood gradually spread on the Yangtze River. Jun Wu watched all this from the boat, and he cried. Kneeling down there.
People are still dying. Yangzhou burned in the fire for three days, and half of the city was burned to the ground. For Jiangnan, this is the catastrophe that has just begun. Xuzhou, after a massacre was over, the Jurchen East Route Army was about to spread down. In the next few months, they completed the unstoppable journey of burning, looting and killing across the south of the Yangtze River because they failed to capture Zhou in the end. Yong, Wanyan Zongfu, Zong Bi and others started a series of city burning and massacre events.
Throughout the second year of Jianshuo, the land of the Central Plains and Jiangnan of the Wu Dynasty sank in a sea of fire and blood. Wherever the war affected, there were no deaths and injuries in Yingcheng, and sorrows were everywhere. In this killing feast that almost ran through the prosperity of the Wu Dynasty, this year was the only one. In September, news from the northwest brought an unbearable bitter fruit to the Jurchen army. It almost interrupted Jurchen's high-spiritedness when he was searching for mountains and seas, and it also planted the root for Jin Guo's unimaginable revenge against the Northwest.
However, in war, it will never give the slightest mercy because of people's cowardice and retreat. On this stage, both the strong and the weak can only continue to move forward by unscrupulous means. A second's breath will not give the slightest warmth because of people's self-proclaimed innocence. Warmth comes from the order that people establish themselves.
The order has been shattered, and since then, only the strength of iron and blood, the courage to face the blade, the struggle and cry in the deepest soul can make people reluctantly stand in this sea, rain, wind, and wind, until one party dies, until the other person. Old Canghe, immortal and endless.
On the sixth day of September in the second year of Jianshuo, Ning Yi got the news. At that moment, he knew that this place was really going to become a pit of millions.
"Great job..." He even smiled, with a sigh that bordered on a moan.
"...The script should not be written like this..."(.)
ps: Well, the title of the next chapter will be changed.