Yilapua roared from behind, as if he was about to rush into the yard, but he stopped abruptly, as if his heels were stuck to the ground.
Dozens of people following Yi Lapua followed their superiors' hurried steps and stopped. Some people stumbled and took a few staggering steps towards the center of the courtyard. The foreigners Wanyan recruited from Tan were startled by this.
, thinking they were ambushed and someone was hit by an arrow.
They yelled subconsciously, preparing for the coming battle.
The roar spread far away in the quiet night, but no one responded. Even inside the mansion, there was only a slight commotion, but it quickly returned to silence. After a while, there were dogs lurking a little further outside.
The ground screamed, and the newborn baby was startled and cried a few times.
Wanyan Congtan shouted twice to calm down the restless foreign warriors. He took a few steps forward, stood on the steps of the moon gate, and looked into the courtyard.
The courtyard was dark, with only one lamp hanging under the eaves. Monk Wanyan Chen was standing under the lamp, probably just walking out of the house. He was empty-handed and did not carry a weapon. As far as Wanyan Congtan could see, there was no
See other people.
But Wanyan Congtan was not happy about this. He knew that Monk Wanyan Chen was the commander of the emperor's personal army. His arrival meant that the military force around the emperor was nearby, and maybe the emperor himself was also there. Monk Wanyan Chen
Since he appears here, it means that all his plans have failed.
This made him feel humiliated, but the humiliation did not make him violent.
At the end of last year, the Mongols secretly sent several envoys to arrange the entire plan in detail with him. Among the people involved in formulating the plan, there were not only veteran generals who had been tempered by the Western Expeditions and could coordinate with each other across thousands of miles, but also
There are also a few old acquaintances of Wanyan Congtan.
They were all outstanding figures among the Jurchens who had pledged their support to the Mongols. They were well aware of the material support needed for a Central Plains dynasty to mobilize its troops on a large scale. They were well aware that the Jin Kingdom had absolutely no such conditions, and they were also sure that the actions of the Great Zhou Dynasty could not keep up with the Mongols.
The rhythm of the buckle.
But they were wrong. The Mongols made so many moves before and after, but in the end they could not hide it from Guo Ning. Obviously they underestimated both Zhou's power and Guo Ning's decisiveness.
The Mongols were unavoidable, but Wanyan Congtan felt that it was natural for his trivial plan to surrender a general to be seen through.
He was even a little relieved about this.
"The Great Zhou Dynasty is in the ascendant, which is what people want. The number of subordinates who trust me and are willing to take risks with me is very small. This time I sent many people to the inns in Hezhong Prefecture and even Jiezhou, Jiangzhou to Zezhou and other places.
Warehouses and official roads, in order to cooperate with foreigners at the appropriate time. Those who stay in Hezhong Mansion to handle affairs are the only ones in front of them..."
Wanyan Congtan looked back and slapped his forehead: "There are still hundreds and dozens of people scattered. There are urgent situations in various places in the city. I thought that success was achieved when there was no sound everywhere. Now it seems that most of them have been eliminated."
?If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t believe he would be able to do this. With your status and means, Liangzuo, you can indeed do it.”
Monk Wanyan Chen nodded.
Wanyan Congtan wanted to say more, but the baby across a few courtyard walls began to cry again, and then the woman's voice of consolation was heard.
Wanyan listened carefully from Tan: "Last year I proposed to rebuild the Pujin Bridge and recruited skilled craftsmen for this purpose. Living there was a great craftsman from Zhengding, Hebei Province and his family, as well as several disciples and grandchildren. This
When the crying baby celebrated his 100th birthday, I even congratulated the whole family and had a drink."
"After congratulations, drinking, and then bringing in the Mongolian army to kill them all?" Monk Wanyan Chen laughed strangely.
"That's not necessarily true... The Mongols need craftsmen. If they can obey then, and with my recommendation, they may be better off than they are now."
"Nonsense!" Monk Wanyan Chen cursed.
"Your Majesty has never treated you badly, nor has he treated us old ministers badly... What are you trying to do by doing this? Isn't the power of the Great Zhou Dynasty ten times or a hundred times greater than that of the Great Jin Dynasty? Aren't the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty the same as those of the Great Jin Dynasty?
People of Jin? Are you happy if you take refuge with the Mongols and pile their lives into mountains of corpses and seas of blood? Are you living a comfortable life?"
Wanyan Congtan chuckled twice: "I am a member of the royal family of Dajin. This plan has been completed. I must be the leader of Henan. It is better than Jiedushi."
Having said this, Monk Wanyan Chen's face was full of disdain.
At that time, these two were generals who fought for the Kaifeng regime to the end. If they were really greedy for wealth, they would have surrendered long ago, without having to tie their heads to their belts and fight desperately. Not to mention that they had surrendered for several years.
You didn't get much salary, but you suddenly jumped out to rebel?
They are all heroes who want to show off their face, so why do they do this!
Wanyan Congtan said it to himself, and he smiled bitterly and shook his head.
After a pause, he continued: "In the past few years, there have been fewer and fewer Jurchens in the Central Plains. In Hebei alone, at least 200,000 to 300,000 people have changed their jobs to catch up with the opportunity to divide their fields.
With Han surnames, more Jurchens in Shandong have abandoned their identity as Jurchens. Most of the Jurchens in the Northeast regard themselves as Huligai or Sushen people, and do not recognize their compatriots from the Central Plains at all..."
He stepped across the doorway and casually drew out the short knife from his waist: "Actually, I had expected this situation for a long time. When we Jurchens destroyed the Liao Dynasty, we also forced the Khitan people to change their surnames and clans, and continued to divide them, but the Jurchens were too
Without them, they are not good at martial arts, and cannot attract people with the trick of drinking blood. After all, we will not be able to integrate with the Khitan. On the contrary, the Jurchens are becoming more and more like Han children. And today's Great Zhou court has better conditions to rely on.
Much more. The imperial court's overt and covert tactics, whether using money or fame, can easily sway countless Jurchens."
He raised the dagger, looked at the flames dancing on the blade, and continued: "Even people like you and me who once fought for Dajin have studied Han classics since childhood, wore Han clothes, and talked about Han
The language is written in Han script, but it belongs to the Jurchen clan... If nothing else, the Jurchen characters created by Emperor Taizu and Xizong, Liangzuo, can you write it?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Monk Wanyan Chen said "Hey".
The so-called Jurchen small and large characters were created out of thin air by referring to Chinese characters and Khitan characters, and then forging the Jurchen accent.
Translated Han classics into Jurchen scripts and applied them to Jurchen Jinshi subjects.
But even with such promotion, Jurchen writing is still just a brain game for a very small number of people. People who don't plan to take the Jurchen Jinshi exam can't learn it at all, and they have no chance to use it if they learn it.
Monk Wanyan Chen came from a family of military generals, and most of his knowledge was learned at the Dazhou Military Academy... How does he know that? He can neither write nor speak. In fact, two generations further,
Starting from the ancestors of Monk Wanyan Chen, they no longer took Jurchen names but instead used Chinese names.
This is true for Monk Wanyan Chen, and even more so for ordinary Jurchens. Long before the demise of the Jin Dynasty, the Jurchens in the Central Plains had increasingly abandoned the customs of the Jurchens themselves, and became like Han people who bear the name of Jurchens.
The emergence of the Great Zhou Dynasty greatly accelerated the process of Chinese Jurchens through drastic means.
"If this continues, in ten or twenty years, who will still regard themselves as Jurchens? Who still remembers that our ancestors came from the white mountains and black waters, and burned with fire to gain the power of the world? Liangzuo, I don't know how you did it.
I think, I can accept the demise of the Daijin, but I cannot accept the demise of the Jurchens. Every time I think about this in the past few years, it often breaks my heart."
Monk Wanyan Chen's face turned red, and after a long pause, he asked in a voice that sounded like a roar: "You are so heartbroken, are you going to be a dog for the Mongols?"
"If you make a dog for the Mongols, it will only be lower than the Mongols and one step higher than the Han and Khitan people. Moreover, the Mongols are far more barbaric than us, and there is no way they can even try to assimilate us."
Having said this, Wanyan Congtan let out a long sigh: "It's a pity that my plan failed. Among the Jurchens, a group of people like me who have the same idea will end up here. Maybe it's God's will!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wanyan Congtan exerted force on his legs, twisted his body suddenly, and threw the short knife that was originally in his hand. The distance between the two was only a few feet, and he suddenly threw the flying knife, like a silver streak.
The light flashed through, and the threat was great.
However, it was late at night, the lights were dim, and the figures were vague, so he couldn't see clearly enough, so the dagger he threw was a little off.
In terms of martial arts, Monk Wanyan Chen is already outstanding. He has been practicing repeatedly in the past few years. How can Wanyan Congtan compare with him? When the short sword missed, Monk Wanyan Chen stepped forward and drew out his waist knife to stab.
Wanyan Congtan didn't dodge at all.
So the blade of the waist knife pierced through the armor and stabbed into his abdomen. When the huge force knocked him backwards, the blade in his stomach was completely pulled out, and the broad spine changed its angle.
, thus making the wound larger.
Outside the courtyard, there were flashes of fire and swords at this time. There were also screams one after another. It was obvious that the elite guards and soldiers who had entered Hezhong Mansion overnight had begun to take action.
Wanyan Congtan didn't care about that and just lay down on the threshold of the Moon Gate, looking down at the wound on her stomach.
Like many times he had been wounded on the battlefield in the past, he felt no pain, only a burning sensation. What was different from the past was that this burning sensation penetrated deeply into his body, like a red-hot iron rod being driven into his internal organs.
It makes people's heart beat faster, their breathing becomes rapid, and then they become less and less energetic.
His vision began to turn black, and he couldn't see clearly the gushing blood from the wound. He could only smell the strong smell of blood and the unique stench of the human abdominal cavity. The smell was unpleasant, but he was used to it.
"It's a good sword. It pierced my armor with one strike. Liangzuo, your Majesty has really given you a lot of good things." Wanyan Congtan whispered.
"This is the standard armament for the guards and the army. Since last year, the output of the weapons supervisor has been huge. Every one of the tens of thousands of soldiers has it. It is not a special gift from the emperor."
"Oh..." Wanyan Congtan breathed heavily.
"I can be considered meritorious. The emperor should reward me with something. After all, in the past few years, I have gathered all the Jurchens who have too many ideas in one place. After these people die, Your Majesty will no longer have to worry. Haha, haha."
Wanyan Congtan hissed twice: "I remember the tribe elders talking about life in the snowy fields outside the Great Wall. They hunted on horseback, set traps to catch wild beasts such as tigers and wild boars, and when they got tired, they lit bonfires and bitten until they were roasted.
How happy is it to have sizzling meat and drink until you are drunk in the snow? It is a pity that there are very few such pure Jurchens. Among the millions of Jurchens, even fewer are willing to die for the future of the Jurchens.
.If I want to do a big thing, I have to recruit a group of party members to help me do it, which is really deplorable."
He spoke for such a long time, his voice getting lower and lower, and by the last few sentences, Monk Wanyan Chen had to lean in closer to hear what he was saying.
After a while, Monk Wanyan Chen stood upright and sighed softly: "It is not easy to gather these subordinates. But don't work hard anymore, just let go."
Holding his waist knife, he stepped across the moon cave door, and the sound of fighting outside came to his face.
"If Dajin is still here, I will still be a Jurchen, and I should do my best for our country. But without Dajin, Dajin's energy has been exhausted! What kind of ethnic groups are the remaining people struggling with? I am no longer pure.
The Jurchens will, as people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, fight for the future of the hundreds of millions of people of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
