"Hurry up… "
"Watch out..."
"Don't block the wounded..."
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way"
The messy voices gathered together, the soldiers pouring in at the city gate blocked the road, and all kinds of breaths permeated, the smell of gunpowder, the smell of burnt smell, the smell of blood... In the shouts of people, the moans of wounded soldiers, wounded The neighing of the war horse draws a picture called war.
A group of guard soldiers dressed in bright yellow armor came down from the city wall and joined the work of dredging the road and the flow of people. On one side of the road, Lou Shuwan was walking quickly around the city wall. The mountains go all the way back and forth.
"The convoy that called for grain transportation turned around and left the southwest gate. We can't leave here for the time being."
"Going to the southwest will take a long detour..." said the accompanying official.
"Then go around for a while."
"Yes."
The official took the order to leave, went down the city wall, and merged into the chaotic crowd. Lou Shuwan also walked down, with a trusted guard by her side, and Shi Jin followed him all the way. During the process of walking down the city wall, Lou Shuwan quickly issued two orders. One was to control the broken soldiers in the city to rest in a fixed place and not to spread to the whole city. Cut off the pursuers after the rout.
After the division of Jindi, many big clan forces headed by Liao Yiren took refuge in the Jurchen. After surrendering to the Jurchen, the first thing he did was to use his troops to fight against Yu Yulin, Lou Shuwan and other forces that refused to surrender. After killing, the forces of King Jin, who could have raised more than one million troops, first faced the situation of infighting. Behind the Han soldiers on the front line, Zong Han and Xi Yin pushed their troops all the way, overwhelmingly pressing on Wei Sheng.
The five lines of defense built by the location to the north of Wasion have now broken four. Yu Yulin is fighting outside, and Lou Shuwan is stabilizing people's hearts and internal affairs in Wasing, while removing military and civilian materials, and the news that comes every day. , are the news of defeat and the sad news of people's deaths. The corpses shipped out by the seriously wounded barracks are piled up every day, and the bloody aura becomes clearly audible even in the majestic Tianji Palace.
"... There is a section of the Zi River in the west. Last year, the bridge collapsed. During the spring flood, it was not easy for horses and carts to travel. Let Li Hu and the pontoon bridge team go there and build a bridge when they meet the water. In three days, this team of food must be delivered and must be rushed back. Send the second batch... In addition, inform He Yi..."
The team was passing through the street, next to the group of soldiers who were advancing. The woman in black said that, she was suddenly stunned, and then she walked to the side and front in three steps and two steps. The team that had been defeated paused for a while, and when someone recognized her identity, she was a little panicked for a while. The woman walked up to a line of stretchers, recognizing the bloody faces on the stretchers.
The man on the stretcher closed his eyes, his breath was weak, not only fainted or too weak, his lips were slightly open, trembling with pain, Lou Shuwan lifted the blood-stained white cloth covering him, When he saw the situation under his knees, his eyes trembled slightly, and then he covered the white cloth.
"... Broken legs, maybe I can still live, Lord Lou... "
Shi Jin leaned over from the side and signaled to her in a low voice that the rear of the team was causing the commotion caused by the slowdown. Lou Shuwan nodded and retreated to the rear. Far beyond sight. A close friend asked, "Sir, do you want me to ask where this person was sent?"
Lou Shuwan was stunned, nodded subconsciously, and then shook her head: "No... Forget it... I just know... "
Acquaintance, but not cordial, and perhaps not important.
The middle-aged man on the stretcher was called Zeng Yuhuai, the pedantic pedant who confessed to her in the courtyard full of lanterns before the war started last year, and he went to war with the Jurchen. Lou Shuwan never paid attention to him. She thought that someone like him would serve as a clerk in a certain army. Sometimes she thought, maybe this pedantic scholar died suddenly somewhere, and she wouldn't know, this is war.
She never thought that Zeng Yuhuai would live to this day in such a war, and she never thought that there would be such a glimpse between her and him. On the stretcher, Zeng Yuhuai's legs were broken at the knees, and then submerged by the rolling stream of people.
Just like the countless people who were suddenly engulfed by this tide of war...
She clenched her fists, and after a while, she took a deep breath, swallowed the suffocation that enveloped her body with difficulty, and walked forward.
"...Notice...Notify He Yi, I don't have time to go to the Wenshu Pavilion. The books in it must be loaded into the car for me tonight, and the toys can be transported to the Tianji Palace a few days later. The books did not go out tonight, I Military law has dealt with him..."
This way, the carriages followed. When they returned to the Tianji Palace, a group of carriages and horses were passing through the side gates to the palace city. On these carriages and horses, some of them were equipped with rare objects collected in Jindi over the years. Part of it was filled with kerosene, trees and other things. The officials in the palace came to report what some ministers asked for. Lou Shuwan ignored the name after hearing the name.
She and Shi Jin and others climbed the city wall of Tianji Palace. The sunset was falling in the sky, and the chaos inside and outside the city came into view. The kerosene and utensils went to the palace. Zeng Yuhuai, who had a broken leg, did not know where to go. Many people in the city wanted to escape, but some people were still turning the ground on the newly cultivated land outside the city. Farming, hoping that this ignorant karmic fire will always let some people live.
Under the city wall, someone came clamorously. It was the old officials who had come to see them before. They were highly respected and climbed the wall all the way to Lou Shuwan, and they began to tell Lou Shuwan the importance and preciousness of those rare objects to play with.
"...I transported them into the palace, just to protect them well. These artifacts are just collected by the Tiger King in the past. The treasures in your family, I have not committed any crimes in Qiu. You don't have to worry about it..."
Lou Shuwan took out formulaic words to answer the crowd, but the crowd did not buy it. Some spoke out on the spot to expose Lou Shuwan's lies, while others bitterly described the preciousness of these utensils and persuaded Lou Shuwan to take out some of them. When the capacity comes, just transport them away. Lou Shuwan just looked at them quietly.
"All the elders are highly respected and knowledgeable. Do you know the story of King Goujian of Yue and King Wu Helu?"
She was exhausted, holding the city wall, paused slightly, but the eyes in her eyes were clear.
"Tai Shigong's "Records of the Grand Historian. Goujian, King of Yue," a chapter contains: 'In the first year, King Wu's Helu heard that Yun Yun often died, so he began to attack Yue. . Master Wu looked at it, the more because of the attack on Master Wu, Wu was defeated by Li. 'I don't need to say what you mean?"
When she told the story, everyone looked slightly hesitant. As for the meaning of the story, everyone at the scene naturally understood. This was the first battle after King Goujian of Yue took the throne. Helu, the king of Wu, heard that King Yunchang of Yue died. The dead soldiers came out and all drew their swords to kill themselves in front of Wu Bing. Wu Bing saw that the Yue people were so desperate, their morale was taken away, and they were finally defeated. Wu Wang Helu was also seriously injured and died in this battle.
The setting sun was glowing red, and the huge sunset glow seemed to be burning the entire sky. The woman in black who was leaning against the wall with one hand on the top of the city was thin but firm. The body of this dress, at this time, seems to be like steel, standing upright and unshakable.
She looked at the ministers, and everyone was silent for a while.
"If Zonghan comes, I won't leave a tile for him... One of you can tell him."
Everyone looked at each other, terrified. Then they began to express their determination to resist gold.
Under the city wall, utensils and firelights go to the inside of the palace, and only weapons and food are transported outside the palace and outside the city.
The negotiation on the top of the city naturally broke up unhappily. Everyone left the palace. After hearing Lou Shuwan's attitude, only a few felt unhappy. In the palace city, Lou Shuwan returned to the room and asked the inner official where Zhan Wu was going. After learning that the other party was not in the city at this time, she did not ask any further details: "Where is the black flag led by General Zhu Biao? "
"The news from Fangcai, last night, arrived at Daming Mansion."
"..." Lou Shuwan was silent for a long time, until the room almost made a humming sound, and then nodded: "... oh."
The sunset swept across the sky, and everything would be devoured by this frenzy.
In May of this year, when the army led by Zonghan knocked on the city gate of Weisheng, the whole city burned for three days in a raging fire and was burnt to the torch. As Lou Shuwan said, not even a tile was left for Jurchen.
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In April in the southwest, the weather in late spring began to clear up, and on the Chengdu Plain, spring ploughing had already ended.
Zhuo Yongqing served as the liaison officer between the Fifth Army and the General Staff, temporarily living in Chencun.
In February, he and Jiading's lame daughter He Xiu set up a marriage. Although it was an engagement, he himself was a little confused during the whole process. His older sister He Ying, who had a great opinion of him at the beginning, has also become a firm promoter of this marriage. This may be because her younger sister is introverted and lame, and it is impossible to find a better husband.
Although most of the things are handled by others, Zhuo Yongqing himself has naturally thought carefully about the nod of this marriage. The engagement ceremony was presided over by Mr. Ning himself, which was considered a very face-saving affair.
However, after the engagement, Zhuo Yongqing was used as a labor force by his sister He Ying, calling him to help with spring ploughing and farming, no more politeness. Even so, this elder sister is not lazy. When Zhuo Yongqing goes to the ground to plant rice, she also goes to the ground to plant rice. The speed of farming doesn't even need to be as slow as Zhuo Yongqing, a young and powerful young man. As for the work of the two, his sister He Xiu often watched from the field, bringing food and water to the two. Although this kind of work is busy, many times, it can also make Zhuo Yongqing feel inner peace.
The atmosphere inside Chen Village was not easy.
The expansion of the Huaxia Army's management system is to prepare for the deployment of the Fifth Army. In the north of the Yellow River, which is thousands of miles away, or near Xuzhou, wars have been fought one after another. Although everyone in the staff could not go north, every day, the news from the world summed up, which always aroused everyone's enmity.
The death of King Jin is heart-wrenching, and the determination of Zhu Biao's, Wang Juyun's, and Yu Yulin's troops in the battle is exciting. When the news of Shulei's defeat came, the entire staff seemed to be stunned. The festival is generally lively, but then, people are also worried about the crisis of the next situation.
During the month of March, many people in the staff were privately advising Ning Yi or a group of senior staff officers, pointing out that the situation in Daming Mansion was indecipherable, and hoped that Zhu Biao, who was on the front line, would be able to turn around a little and face death. Don't be hard on the game, Zhuo Yongqing occasionally participates in such discussions, and you can see the bitterness and hesitation in everyone's eyes.
Mr. Ning did not express his views on these opinions. In the past, if Mr. Ning had any opinions, he would explain and make decisions to everyone in the staff. The instructions and advice from thousands of miles away have not been issued.
On the third day of April, the Huaxia Army led by Zhu Biao in the north now said that the battlefield decision of the 17th Army was expedited and sent to Chencun. On the night of March 26, the staff of the Seventeenth Army made the decision and deployment to rescue the Wangshan Moonlight Military Army. When the news arrived, the entire battle may have come to an end.
On the evening of the eighth day of April, Zhuo Yongqing came over to report the matter to Ning Yi. The two sat down on the stone bench in the yard. Seven-year-old Xiao Ningke brought him tea and then played in the yard. In the middle of the report, someone sent urgent information. Ning Yi opened the information and looked at it, and was silent there.
The enthusiastic little Ningke on the side realized something was wrong. She came over and looked carefully at the father who lowered his head and stared at the information. The yard was quiet for a while, and Ningke said, "Dad, are you crying?"
Ning Yi reached out and hugged his daughter by his lap. After a moment of silence, he raised his head: "Where is it?"
When he first came to this world, Ning Yi's attitude towards his surroundings was always cordial and gentle, but he was actually prudent and self-sufficient, with a little indifference inside. After taking charge of the overall situation of the entire Huaxia Army, at least in the eyes of Zhuo Yongqing and others, "Mr. Ning" treats everything calmly and calmly. Both his spirit and his personality are as tough as steel. Only at this moment, he Seeing the movement of the other party standing up, he trembled slightly.
In his eyes, there were no tears as his daughter said, but he lowered his head, slowly and solemnly folded the information in his hand in half, and then folded it in half. Zhuo Yongqing stood up unconsciously.