Chapter 575: Brand without Edge, City without Tears (Part 2)
It was already the darkest period 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. He was silent for a long time. He heard Zhou Tong ask: "How has Lin Chong lived now?"
How's it going?"
Something stuck in Shi Jin's throat, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "After Liangshan was broken, that time... He said he was going to see you in Yiyuan County. Later... Later... I don't know why, but he never went back.
He came to us and when we learned about him, he was being hunted and might have died."
The old man frowned and closed his eyes: "Dead?"
Shi Jin said: "Maybe he's dead."
"That means he's not dead." Zhou Tong said, "We can see you again someday."
In the dim light, the old man's voice was calm, more like a kind of determination than hope or comfort. Shi Jin watched Lin Chong fall off the cliff, and he didn't know where the old man's determination came from. But at this time they
Already trapped in the city, and having to do something that is almost equivalent to death, I no longer care about this matter in my heart.
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 Jurchens sent out troops, I was in the Kingdom of Jin. As their army went south, Nianhan was somewhat brave. He would not wait until the city
No one will come in again, and when the resistance in Xinzhou City is almost wiped out, he will enter the city."
Shi Jin frowned: "Then more than seventy of us will have to hide in the city for at least two days?"
Zhou Tong said: "It's not easy, but there's nothing we can do about it."
The words and answers between the two people were simple. After that, the courtyard became quiet. The courtyard that had been ransacked long ago was filled with the smell of blood and fire. The corpse of the dead owner was still placed near the front door. The golden man
There was a faint sound of fighting. The old man stood up and walked to the other end of the courtyard, then picked up two sticks and threw one to him.
"You are Wang Jin's apprentice, follow me to get a set of demon-suppressing sticks."
As he spoke, he put on his posture. The devil-subduing stick is an introductory stick technique in the martial arts world. It is simple and simple. Shi Jin had practiced it countless times, so he also put on his posture at this time. When the old man swung the first stick,
He also started fighting.
Without much strength and without much noise, Zhou Tong led Shi Jin to simply perform the stick technique routine. Under the nearby eaves, other warriors also raised their heads to watch this scene. Zhou Tong's stick technique routine
The numbers are just smooth and quite satisfactory.
But only Shi Jin, after finishing a set, his whole body had relaxed, and a warm breath was circulating in his body. To take a step forward with martial arts at his level, what is needed is a profound and profound understanding. If you use Ning
Yi's language even requires the sublimation of three views and philosophical systems. Zhou Tong's stick skills are almost the same as his, but after being consistent, he also led him to make changes and fine-tuning in very small details. These small
The details gave him a glimpse of some perfect possibility.
The courtyard was quiet. After finishing this set of stick techniques, Zhou Tong nodded to him and then walked to other places.
Soon after, this brief period of peace passed away...
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Before Nianhan entered the city, more than seventy 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 reached the practical level, what followed was the most difficult period.
When Xinzhou City was suddenly conquered, the four gates were closed, and the Wu Dynasty troops who were divided within the city formed a large-scale resistance, with large areas of street fighting. During this period, Shi Jin and others' life was still easy. However, by the time
On the morning of the eighth day of August, the army was dying and the organized resistance had completely collapsed.
The Jurchens massacred the city, and the raiding team spread throughout the city. On this day, the huge search net that was spread out became thinner and finer. The real hell descended on Xinzhou City. Killings, looting, and fire were everywhere.
It can be seen that civilians hiding in the city were captured in large swaths, and any pretty woman was inevitably humiliated. Those who dared to resist were killed, beaten, and even hung from the flagpole and burned alive, or tied to the back of a horse and dragged to death.
Situations abound.
Occasionally when encountering large-scale resisters, the Jurchens who were searching for them would fire arrows, and nearby companions would rush over to provide support.
This is a carnival that belongs to the Jurchens and the original Liao people's victorious army.
Shi Jin and others were escaping in and out of the city. Even though most of them were experts, they were unable to exert any force here. The tragedies they occasionally witnessed made people feel unspeakable resentment. There were also cases where they suddenly encountered Jurchen patrols and were unable to avoid them, or
Unable to swallow the murderous intention in his heart, he suddenly took action. In this day, more than ten injured people were accumulated one after another.
Huge fatigue accumulated on everyone, but the biggest loss was in the afternoon of this day. They accidentally met a family hiding in the city. The other party saw that most of them were masters and heroes, crying and shouting for Shi.
Jin and others took them with them. After the explanation was unclear, the nearly driven crazy family began to follow them frantically, shouting at the top of their lungs.
The Jurchen cavalry was led over, and around the corner of the ruined streets, the last group of people were followed. When Shi Jin looked back, he saw that the few people at the intersection had stopped running.
The leader in the middle is the old Taoist priest Qiu Henian who holds a long sword. He is also old. His originally neat Taoist robe has now become tattered, but there is still an awe-inspiring look in his steps.
The admirable demeanor.
He waved his hand here, then pulled out his long sword and led several injured warriors to meet the running Jurchen cavalry.
Shi Jin and others never saw him again. Only when they were running through the nearby streets the next afternoon, they caught a glimpse of a body hanging from a flagpole. The body was broken and twisted, with one hand and one missing.
There was no head on the feet. Only a hint of blue that seemed to belong to the original Taoist robe could be seen in the deep black color dyed with blood. But because there were too many people dead nearby, he could not be sure whether it was the old Taoist priest.
's corpse.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After this day, there is still a long and tense night, followed by a long and tense day. The most powerful thing about a warrior is the breath in his heart, which can be done in one go.
The first two are weak and the third is exhausted. If the initial voice and enthusiasm can boost people's morale, during this kind of waiting and avoidance, it feels like a soft knife cutting flesh little by little.
The search for the Jurchens has become more and more intensive. Will Nianhan come? When Nianhan comes, will everyone still have the strength, and will there be enough people to go in front of him? All this depends on
Slowly cutting into everyone's heart. The truly impassioned things, the impassioned emotions, may only occur when others talk about them, and those who are truly involved will only experience tremendous pain and suffering...
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Only on the afternoon of the ninth day of August, when dusk was approaching, did a piece of news come that made all those things surge out in my heart. At this time, the only people around Zhou Tong who could really fight were
There are thirty-eight people left.
Nianhan enters the city.
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When the sunset turned warm yellow on the horizon, the autumn leaves were swaying in the wind. When Wanyan Xiyin looked up, it was a half-burned tree, with half of it blackened and half of the leaves yellow.
A woman's cries, screams and laughter were heard not far away, but it seemed that there was not much resistance nearby. Wanyan Xiyin took a breath, and when the deputy general came over, he vaguely heard him sigh.
.
"The green mountains are far away...the autumn wind is so crazy..."
The deputy general looked around, but the autumn wind was soothing, the leaves were moving slowly, and the wind felt warm on his face.
Sounding arrows flew from a not far away place.
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Wanyan Zonghan (Nianhan)'s cavalry entered the Taoist temple on one side of the city.
This Taoist temple has not been damaged by too many wars, but there are some blood stains on the steps on one side. Large trees with lush leaves are lined up in two rows, stretching from the vestibule to the main hall of the Taoist temple. There is a fire in the copper tripod in front of the main hall.
Blazing fire.
The sky is getting dark. The people entering the city around Wanyan Zonghan are tall and steady in their steps. Most of them are important generals in the army, and most of them are close brothers and relatives, such as the generals Wanyan Yinshuke and brothers Wanyan Balisu.
, General Chixian, Zonghan's cousin Wanyan Saba, Zonghan's subordinate Moyan who was known as the most warrior in the army, etc., etc., they were all warriors who followed Agu to conquer the north and south, and destroyed the Liao Kingdom. Each one of them
Everyone has their own awe-inspiring deeds.
Xinzhou has been conquered. For them, the next target is Taiyuan, the largest fortified city along the Hedong Road.
In the evening breeze, everyone walked towards this Han Taoist temple with a solemn building. The advance soldiers had already cleared the surrounding area and set up a command hall here.
…
Two groups of nearby Jurchen cavalry rushed towards the place where the loud arrows were fired.
Not long after, two more loud arrows shot up in another street and alley. Wanyan Xiyin, who was walking forward, frowned and heard that the nearby troops were mobilizing in that direction again.
An idea flashed through his mind, and he reined in his horse and stopped in the center of the road. The Jurchen soldiers' noisy arrows were only fired when they encountered an enemy that was thorny and could not be beaten. If they fired randomly without any trouble, they would be punished.
.In the period from yesterday afternoon to this morning, the number of loud arrows rising in the city was relatively high. By this time, the area had theoretically been cleared. Why did they suddenly increase in number again?
Then, he saw another arrow flying out in the distance.
Wanyan Xiyin frowned, and after a moment, he suddenly turned his horse's head.
"Go back with me and find Marshal Zong Han. There may be something wrong..."
Before he finished speaking, a loud arrow suddenly shot up in the direction where Wanyan Zonghan and other generals were.
"Walk--"
He suddenly shouted loudly, drew his sword and ran wildly.
The surrounding streets suddenly exploded, and the surrounding guards also ran wildly with him!
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"kill--"
The explosive shouts came out of nowhere and sounded on the west side of the Taoist temple, followed by the sound of fierce fighting.
In the main hall, everyone turned around and heard the invading enemies and soldiers fighting over there. The front lines of shouting for death were spreading. It was obvious that the person who came was a real master. At the foot of the steps, as Zong Han's personal guard,
The leader, a big man named Moyan, took off his spear and looked at the wall over there.
"This person is very powerful."
"It's just one person and two people, fighting to the death." Wanyan Zonghan listened for a while, "Don't worry about him, don't fall into the trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain."
The sound of fighting died out soon after, and it was obvious that the invading enemy had been beheaded. Zong Han turned around and walked to the seat above the main hall. In the courtyard on the west side, Jurchen guards cut off the heads of those who came to Pan. At the same time, on the east side,
In the courtyard, a famous warrior came in quickly from a secret cave. This Taoist temple occupies a large area, and there are many Jurchen soldiers defending nearby. But after all, it was once a Han people's place. When the Jurchens began to clean and tidy up this place,
Nearby, the green forest people responsible for surveillance were able to roughly determine the location of Nianhan after he came in, and then found the loophole.
The Jurchen soldiers in the west courtyard ran towards the main hall with the heads. He knelt down and raised the two heads. Just as he was about to speak, the cry of "Wow -" rang out.
Countless swords clashed and killed, and arrows flew into the sky. To the east, someone shouted: "Kill Nianhan."
"Kill Nianhan——"
Then there was a sound like thunder: "Sha Nianhan——"
The sound of the crazy confrontation reached its climax at that moment, making people's hair stand on end. The sound in the east courtyard spread the conflict in this huge momentum, and in the blink of an eye it came towards the main hall.
The Jurchens' defenses on the perimeter were smashed to pieces. At the gate outside the courtyard, the Jurchen soldiers seemed to be pushed forward by ten thousand horses, and their broken corpses flew past everyone's eyes with blood streaks.
An arrow flew across the long courtyard and hit Wanyan Zonghan directly in the face with a fierce sound of breaking wind. Wanyan Zonghan pulled out the long knife from his waist and cut the arrow in the air with a bang: "Formation!"
There were figures from the Wu Dynasty green forest people climbing over the courtyard wall and roof, throwing darts at the guards in the courtyard. In the hall, Wanyan rushed down the steps, pulled out the steel gun behind his back, took a few steps to run, and aimed the steel gun at
Howling from the roof, it flew straight into the chest of a green forest man. The steel gun pierced the green forest man's body like a cannonball, flying into the air with blood: "Formation——"
Dozens of Jurchen guards in the courtyard have gathered in front of the main hall. Moyan brandished his steel gun and roared like thunder: "Form up - kill them -"
Green forest masters wielding different weapons surged in from the gate, outside the walls, and on the roof. Most of them were injured, but they were filled with murderous intent and their eyes were ferocious. Before that, the hostility and murderous intention accumulated in their hearts suddenly disappeared.
This moment finally exploded.
And in front of them were the Jurchen elites who had fought out of the white mountains and black waters. They had been struggling to survive on the snow-covered land all year round. Before that, they had risen up and annihilated the entire Liao Kingdom. The battle going south was coming for them.
, but it was as simple as playing a game. But at the moment in front of them, at least in a small area, they finally felt the huge murderous intention approaching them. The energy and smoke belonging to the North, crossed a distance of thousands of miles, and finally spread here.
The two groups of people collided with each other at the first moment. The sound of killing covered the sky and the sun, and the blood surged and exploded...