Chapter 617 Wisdom of sacrifice, compassion without tears
It has fallen into the night, and the wind and snow are gathering in the Xia Cun area, blending with the light of the bonfire.
After the resentful army withdrew from here, the surrounding area was once again completely under Xia Cun's control. The war had just stopped in the morning, but all kinds of things showed no signs of ending at this time.
, the initial carnival and excitement, and the joy of surviving a life-threatening situation have temporarily faded away. At this time, both inside and outside the camp are surrounded by all kinds of things.
"... At the beginning of the battle, I know that everyone is tired, and I am also tired. However, when we just held the meeting, General Qin and Mr. Ning have decided to break camp tomorrow and reinforce the capital. You must convey this matter to the people...
"
In a small shed with lights on, the middle-level generals of the Xia Cun Army were having a meeting. The news delivered by the commander Pang Liuan was not easy, but even after a busy day, these officers, each with hundreds of people under their command, were still
Cheered up.
"...We fought for ten days and defeated Guo Yaoshi. Everyone knows the situation. But the capital is in danger. The news that came this afternoon has become clear. Mr. Xiao Zhong made a desperate move and went straight to Zongwang's formation! He is
Knowing that Zong Wang's siege battle has come to an end. If Zong Wang's army suffers casualties, it will be difficult to continue to attack the capital. Mr. Xiao Zhong attracted Zong Wang's attention, but now, the capital's army cannot go out of the city to rescue!
In a radius of dozens of miles, we are the only troops that can fight!"
"At today's meeting, Mr. Ning has emphasized that the Battle of the Capital will be basically over and over when Medical Master Guo retreats! This is the victory we have been waiting for!"
In the light of the fire, Pang Liu'an waved his hand: "But the end only means that the overall situation remains unchanged, and the capital has probably been able to defend itself. But have we really won this battle? Tens of thousands of Jurchens were killed, and they marched all the way, killing
When we came to the capital, we defeated the city several times! Outside Bianliang City, we defeated hundreds of thousands of our troops in a row! We forced them to retreat. Now we can barely do it, but even if we force them to retreat, what will happen? He will come back in the future.
, can I stop it?"
"Brothers, General Qin and Mr. Ning, I have spoken today. Regardless of the outcome of today's battle, there will be another decisive battle between the two countries in the future. This will be a life-or-death battle to destroy the country. In this battle, the most important thing is
What is he... a person who can fight!"
Pang Liu'an paused for a moment and looked at the generals: "Like us in Xia Village, General Long and others who came for the rescue, and Mr. Xiaozhong who dared to fight the Jurchens. We can rely on those who
, not those smart people who shrink back after understanding the overall situation, but these brothers who advance despite the difficulties! Everyone, if the Jurchens want to go back safely, they only have the strength to fight. Our army has fought against Guo Yaoshi.
Temper it into a sword, and tomorrow you will break out of camp to join the Jurchen army, whether fighting or not. It is all an act of fighting in the face of bloodshed. When the Jurchens come back in the future, you will all be the mainstay of this country. How wonderful it would be if you could not hunt the world...
…You must bring these matters to your brothers under your command.”
The order from above was issued not long ago and is still fermenting, but for many soldiers and generals in Xia Cun, they are somewhat aware of it. A great victory, for the soldiers of Xia Cun at this time, has an unbearable weight. Only
Because there are so few such victories, such hardship and tenacity, they have rarely experienced it.
Although there are celebrations and carnivals at noon and night, not many people are simply immersed in joy after eating and drinking with an open stomach. Before this, everyone here has experienced too many defeats and has seen too much.
The death of multiple companions. When death becomes the norm, people will not be surprised by it. However, when the choice of immortality appears in front of everyone, questions about why they died and failed in the past will begin to arise.
For the army in the world at this time, I am afraid that this is the only one who will feel this way after the war. In a sense, this is also because of Ning Yi’s guidance over the past few months. Therefore, after the victory, I feel sad
There are those who cry, but of course, among these complex emotions, joy and heartfelt personal admiration still account for a lot.
Ning Yi and Qin Shaoqian's images of one literary and one military, literary planning, military decisiveness, plus the black cavalry from Luliang Mountain, a large number of green forest people under Zhuji's command, all kinds of unique skills, these things have a clear
The symbolic nature of this army, which is made up of a mixed army, can easily leave its mark on everyone's hearts.
After a big meal, Mao Yishan went to visit some of the brothers he knew in the wounded barracks. When he came out, he saw Qu Qing greeting him. For the past few days, this veteran brother who had been in the war for many years always gave him
He felt calm and a little depressed, but at this moment, he became a little different. In the wind and snow, there was a happy and relaxed smile on his face.
No soldier would take the snowstorm in front of him seriously.
After chatting for a while, Qu Qing gave him a stone: "Stop wandering around, go back and sharpen your knife."
"Huh?" Mao Yishan was stunned for a moment, then he understood, "Will we still fight tomorrow?"
"It may not be tomorrow, and there may not be another battle, but there will definitely be a confrontation with the Jurchens. It is best not to fight, but don't be afraid of fighting. Let's just be prepared."
That afternoon, when paying homage to Long Hui, everyone was excited even though they were tired. Soon after, news came that Zong Wang was facing a fight with Zong Wang. After visiting the people who were injured, they were still rejoicing for victory.
After becoming brothers, Mao Yishan, like some other soldiers, was somewhat mentally prepared to confront the Jurchens, and even had a faint bloodthirsty desire. But of course, desire is one thing, and actually doing it is another.
On the other hand, people in Mao Yishan also know that after ten days of fighting, even the soldiers who have not entered the wounded barracks are all exhausted.
However, if someone from above is speaking, then he must be confident, and there is nothing to think about.
The two of them were on the mountainside, chatting for a few words and looking down the mountain. The area over the summer village camp gate actually seemed a bit lively. That was because several groups of people had come over not long ago, all of them.
The people from other troops near Bianliang looked a little upset. Mao Yishan thought of something in his mind and asked: "Brother Qu, in which army did you... actually serve as an officer?"
Qu Qing has good martial arts skills and rich combat experience. He can clearly see the development and changes of many situations on the battlefield. Mao Yishan has already seen it. Seeing that he was in a good mood today, he asked. Qu Qing looked down the mountain. He was not annoyed by this question. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Being an official... is worse than being a soldier."
"Then...Brother Qu, if this battle is over, will you and I have to go back to our respective troops?"
This sentence was asked by Mao Yishan after hesitating for a moment. After asking, Qu Qing also fell silent, but not long after, looking at the excitement on the other side of the camp gate, he frowned and snorted coldly.
, said no more.
It was less than a day after the Battle of Xiacun, and it only started in the evening. From then on, envoys sent from various armies near Bianliang began to come over one after another. These people, or the high-ranking ones in the other armies, were famous.
, there were martial artists, and there were also generals who had held official positions in the Wurui camp and were recruited by Chen Yanshu and other officials after the defeat. These people came one after another, on the one hand, to congratulate the victory of Xia Cun, and to praise Qin Shaoqian and others for their unparalleled achievements.
On the other hand, Gong, on the other hand, assumed the attitude of only Qin Shaoqian and hoped to break camp and advance with Xia Cun's army. Taking advantage of this great victory, morale was high, and they could jointly relieve the siege of the capital.
And the arrival of these people also asked a question on the side: due to the initial defeat of all armies, all parties gathered up the defeated troops, and everyone's placement was disrupted. It was just an expedient. Now that they have had a chance to breathe,
Is it possible for these soldiers with different establishments to return to their original establishments?
The problem of confusion in the organization of soldiers may not be solved for a while. However, the placement of generals is relatively clear. For example, in the Xiacun Army at this time, He Zhicheng was originally subordinate to He Chengzhong of the Wuwei Army, and Pang Lingming, the commander of Mao Yishan,
.are the generals under Wu Shengjun and Chen Yanshu. At this time, such middle-level generals are often responsible for the stragglers under their command. The question of small soldiers can be vague. These generals can only be regarded as "seconded" at the beginning. So, when can they take their subordinates with them?
Where are the soldiers going back?
Xia Cun's side was careless about such issues. But compared to their usual slowness and clumsiness when facing the Jurchens, the reactions of everyone at this time seemed sharp and quick.
Who can be the real loser who can talk about things at this level?
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Beijing.
After coming out of the imperial city, Qin Siyuan went to the Ministry of War and dealt with a lot of things at hand. When he left the lobby of the Ministry of War, there was a strong wind and snow, and the desolate city lights were covered in the snow.
On this day, the Jurchens suspended their siege. According to the news from various sources, in the previous long suffering, a glimmer of optimism has appeared. Even if the Jurchens won a great victory outside the city, they would turn around and attack the city again.
, their morale has also been weakened and exhausted. All the princes in the court have already felt the possibility of peace talks. Although the defense of the capital cannot be relaxed yet, due to the cessation of the Jurchen offensive, they finally got a moment of respite.
But for Qin Siyuan, many things will not be reduced because of this, and even because of the next possibility, the things to prepare for have suddenly become more stressful.
Whether it's war or peace, everything that follows will only become more complicated.
"...Go to Suanzaomen."
After giving instructions to the attendants around him, after getting on the carriage, the old man read some of the news reported by the oil lamp in the carriage. In the past few days of the war, there were countless casualties, and there were already tens of thousands of people in Bianliang City.
The death of the deceased has created a huge feeling of war weariness, skyrocketing prices, and disorder of public security are already happening. The cries of women, children, and elderly people who have lost their family members continue day and night, and can be vaguely heard all the way from the Ministry of War to the city wall.
Such movements and the problems generated by these things will eventually be gathered in the hands of the old man, turning into huge problems and pressure that ordinary people cannot bear, pressing on his shoulders.
When he arrived near the devastated Xin Suanzao Gate, the old man put down what he was doing, got out of the car, propped up his crutches, and walked slowly towards the city wall.
There are bonfires, tents, and soldiers and wounded people gathering around. Many people will look this way. The old man is thin, and he drives away the followers who want to help him. He is thinking about something and holding a pillar.
Walking on crutches in the direction of the city wall, he did not look at these people, including the injured, and the mournful people who had lost family members in the city. These days, the old man was mostly indifferent to these people and ignored them. He reached the high stairs.
He didn't ask anyone to help him before walking up. Instead, he slowly climbed up the steps while thinking about something.
The dilapidated city wall was filled with the smell of blood, the wind and snow were raging, and in the night, the dimly lit Jurchen military camp could be seen, and it was already pitch black in the far direction. The old man looked into the distance for a while, and saw crowds and torches approaching.
The leading old man saluted Qin Siyuan in the wind and snow, and Qin Siyuan saluted over there. The two old men bowed to each other wordlessly in the wind and snow.
After a while, the old man on the other end spoke. It was a teacher's way.
"After hearing what happened in the palace today, Prime Minister Qin asked for troops to be sent to his younger brother. I am extremely grateful."
"..." Qin Siyuan said nothing and bowed his hands heavily.
The teacher on the other side had already straightened up: "It's just that this gratitude is for private purposes. To the public, the teacher is just like the public. I don't agree with Prime Minister Qin's idea. The capital is in danger, and the military strength in the city has been reduced. He hurriedly left the city, but was defeated.
The Jurchens defeated them one by one. If the Jurchens make a desperate move and attack the city again, we will only become more and more stretched. The right minister has this proposal...sigh..."
Both sides are extremely smart and well-versed in human affairs. Many things are the same whether they are said or not. In the Battle of Bianliang, Qin Siyuan was responsible for logistics and all mundane affairs, and did not interfere much in the war. He commanded the army in the division.
Coming here is certainly inspiring, but when the Jurchens change directions and attack and pursue them with all their strength, it is impossible for the capital to send troops to rescue. This is something everyone knows. Under such circumstances, the only ones who speak out fiercely want to use their last remaining strength to fight with the women.
The real person took a chance and saved the next seeder, but it was Qin Siyuan who had always been a reliable person. This was really beyond everyone's expectation.
So much so that in the Jinluan Hall today, in addition to Qin Siyuan himself, even Li Gang, the left prime minister who had always been his partner, raised objections to this matter. The matter in the capital is related to the survival of a country, how can one be allowed to put all his money into it?
What's more, no matter whether the cultivators are dead or alive, there seems to be hope for this war to end. Why bother growing such branches out of the blue?
The court ceremony lasted for a long time and ended with Qin Siyuan offending many people and achieving nothing. After the discussion, the old man handled the government affairs and came here again. As the elder brother among the planting masters, the planting ceremony
Although Shi Dao expressed his gratitude to Qin Siyuan for his righteousness, he also felt that he could not send troops due to the current situation.
"It's just... Prime Minister Qin, Zhong doesn't understand. You know the outcome of this council, so why bother doing this..."
In the wind and snow, Zhongshi Dao and Qin Siyuan walked to the city wall together, looking at the darkness in the distance, sighing in a low voice at the fate of Zhongshi who didn't know his destination.
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"...Qin Siyuan, this old dog, behaved really strangely today."
In the imperial study room, after writing a few words, Zhou Zhe put down the brush, frowned and took a breath, then stood up and walked around.
"Du Chengxi, what do you think he is going to do..."
In the room, Du Chengxi, who had been watching his nose and heart, was shaken: "The Holy Master said earlier that the Right Prime Minister is a genius. I really can't guess what he is thinking."
"Humph, he is a genius." Zhou Zhe put his hands behind his back and smiled, then suppressed his smile, "Qin Siyuan is a man who has deep plans and knows all the ways of right and wrong. He is really powerful. In the past, if he discussed matters in the court, if he
If there is such an evil idea, the joints must have been opened before the court meeting. Only this time, huh, such an idea was proposed, so that even Li Gang did not stand on his side. If there is no fraud in it, who can
letter."
Du Chengxi hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, it's just... I wonder if it's because of the turn of events on the battlefield that the right minister wanted to open the joints, but it was too late."
"Huh? You old dog, did you accept money from him to speak for him?" Zhou Zhe glanced at Du Chengxi. Du Chengxi was so frightened that he knelt down to apologize, and Zhou Zhe waved his hand again.
"Get up, I was just joking. Even if you accept the money, it doesn't matter. Could I still be bewitched by you?" He paused, "But, you also thought wrong. If you don't have enough time, you will knowingly force me to do it."
It's useless to support him. Qin Siyuan naturally doesn't even open his mouth. He was verbally quarreling with the ministers today. I think he must have realized that his position was awkward, and he was afraid that someone would settle the score later, so he wanted to make enemies and delegate power! This old dog is so scheming that he knows that sometimes he is being
It's a good thing to be scolded and reprimanded by me, but I can't see it through these methods... Hey..."
He smiled, and the smile lingered on his face for a long time, and then he whispered a few words, not knowing whether he was chewing or reminiscing: "Hey... the great victory in Xia Cun..."
Amid the murmurs, someone came over to announce that Li Chu had arrived.
"Announce him to come in."
Zhou Zhe said, walking back behind the desk.
Not long after, Li Chao, the minister who was responsible for going out of the city to negotiate with the Jurchens last time, came in.
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"...war is different from political affairs."
The wind and snow hit the city wall, and the pale hair and beard were shaking in the wind and snow, and they were all covered with frost.
Qin Siyuan stretched out his hand and touched the frozen blood stain on the female wall: "Over the years, I have discussed with others what is the most important thing during the war. In Xia Cun, I partnered with a bad boy named Ning Yi. I used to love Kit Kat the most.
Skills, good at pondering the study of objects, and good at studying firearms. However, when outside scholars discuss war, they always care about the method of warfare. What is in front, what is behind, and how to deal with a specific place. However... Encountered the Liao people
, the Jurchens, all have no effect, just because our government values civility over military affairs. Hundreds of thousands of troops have no intention of fighting, and they were beaten to pieces by tens of thousands of people..."
The old man paused and sighed: "Brother Zhongshi, this is what scholars are like. When arguing with others, they must choose one of the two arguments. In fact, everything in the world cannot be separated from the word Zhongyong. Confucius said: Zhang but not Chi.
Civil and military skills are incompetent; galloping without tension, civil and military skills are incompetent. Relaxation is the way of civil and military affairs. But stupid people often cannot distinguish between them. The old man seeks safety in his life, but when it comes to big things, everything he does is risky.
Now, Brother Zhongshi, do you think that even if we are lucky enough to survive this time, the Jurchens will not come here next time?"
Master Zhong said: "We have learned this lesson from now on and work hard to improve it. Everyone in the court..."
"Brother Zhongshi said it lightly." Qin Siyuan smiled, "Hundreds of thousands of people were defeated outside the city, and hundreds of thousands died in the city. These hundreds of thousands of people are like this. There are millions of people, millions of people
, is also meaningless. What is the truth of this world? What are the problems in the court and the army? How many people can see clearly? What is lacking in the world is never people who can see clearly. What is lacking is the courage to shed blood and the courage to die.
This is the case in the Battle of Xia Cun. Before General Long Hui set out, he invited everyone to join, but few responded. It is said that Chen Yanshu had stopped people from joining him. In the battle of Long Hui, Chen Yan was defeated.
Yanshu is so smart! However, if Long Hui hadn't stirred up everyone's bloody nature, the battle of Xia Village would have been defeated. What's the use of smart people? If the world were full of such 'smart people', when things come to an end, everyone will be defeated.
If we keep silent and retreat, knowing the great danger and being disheartened, then there will be no need to fight Xia Village and Bianliang, and millions of people will become slaves to pigs and dogs!"
"To say they are smart is just a little clever. Real smartness is not like this." The old man shook his head, "What is missing in our government now? What is missing in order to stop the next Jin people from going south? Not from this capital.
The millions of people are not the hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city. They are the more than 10,000 people in Xia Village. They are the more than 10,000 people who died under the sword with General Long Hui. They were also led by Mr. Souchong, who dared to fight with
There are more than 20,000 Jurchens charging into the battle. Brother Zhong, without them, our millions of people in the capital cannot be considered human beings..."
Master Zhong was silent there, Qin Siyuan looked at the darkness in the distance, his lips trembled: "I may not understand the war, but I just hope to use the power of the city to contain the Jurchens as much as possible, so that they cannot attack Xianggong Xiaozhong with all their strength.
When the Xia Cun army breaks out and confronts the Jurchen army, and the capital negotiates peace, it may be possible to preserve the vitality. Only with these people here can we have the seeds to face the Jurchens next time. If Mr. Xiao Zhong is allowed to stay outside the city at this time
If the whole army is wiped out, who will dare to go all out to rescue the capital in the next war? I also know that this is risky, but because of today, how do I know that there will be no disaster in the future? If we can take the risk today, we can leave it to others.
A little bit of capital..."
"... Prime Minister Qin has good intentions, Shi Dao... on behalf of my brother, and on behalf of all the disciples of the Western Army, I would like to thank you." After a while, Shi Dao Zhong bowed again and saluted. The old man looked sad.
On the other side, Qin Siyuan also took a breath and returned the greeting: "Brother Zhong Shi, I am the one who has thanked the Western Army in this world, but I can't help but feel sorry for the Western Army..."
He sighed, and after a while, Master Zhong laughed at the side.
"Actually, Prime Minister Qin may have been overly worried," he said in the wind. "My brother-in-law always tries to be prudent in his military operations. If he can't defeat him, he will be the next best thing. He has probably thought out his way out. He fought with him in the early years."
This is what he did during the Xixia War. Even if he loses the battle and leads his men to escape, there will be no problem. Prime Minister Qin actually doesn't need to worry about him."
"Oh, really." Qin Siyuan replied, "Haha... I hope so."
On the city wall, the tired two people looked into the distance, and many soldiers on the wall also looked into the distance. Snowflakes were flying in the darkness, and because the torches were not bright due to the wind, they could not actually see each other's faces, the face of old Qin Siyuan.
There were tears streaming down in the darkness. This happened to this old man who had always been cold and resolute. I think it was because the snow and wind on the city wall were too strong...
In Jinluan Hall, Zhou Zhe has finished giving orders to Li Hao.
"... The Prime Minister Zuo really wants to go there in person for the peace talks. After thinking about it, I have found that you have already dealt with Zong Wang, and your figure is smoother than the Prime Minister Zuo. For this peace negotiation, I allow you to act according to the opportunity. At this time,
The Western Army led by the division is being pursued by Zong Wang. I don't want the Western Army to suffer too much, so you accept the order and leave the city quickly. This Wanyan Zongwang should know the truth of giving up when he sees a good situation!"
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North of Bianliang City, Wuzhang Ridge.
Late at night, the wind and snow froze everything in the sky and the earth.
There is a bonfire burning on Wuzhang Ridge, and thousands of people are gathering on the cold mountain. Since there is not much firewood around, and there are not many fires that can be raised, the soldiers and war horses gather together, nestling in the wind and snow.
Stay warm inside.
In the distance under the mountain, firelight patrols, due to the messengers searching for souls in the darkness.
Not long after, the cry of killing rang out, following the snowy wind, sweeping across the mountains. The soldiers braced themselves and were alert to the enemy attacking in the dark, but not long after, they discovered that this was just a trick of the enemy at night.
In a small tent in the center of the camp, the old man, who was bandaged and still bleeding, opened his eyes and listened to the sound.
"The person asking for help... rushed out..."
"Come out, rush out..." said the old deputy general Wang Hongjia who has been with him for many years.
"Don't stay here. Be careful of being surrounded. Let everyone leave quickly..."
"yes."
Wang Hongjia agreed. After a while, he walked out of the small tent, and a seriously injured general came over: "The Jurchens have blocked the way around..."
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"...the route of the Western Army has been completely cut off by our army."
Outside Wuzhang Ridge, in the temporary camp, scouts rushed over and reported the situation to Zong Wang. Zong Wang then got off his horse, took off his cloak and threw it to his followers: "That's fine. Surround them! If they want to
If you want to break out, just cut off another piece for me! I want them all to die here!"
After this day's fighting, the Western Army persisted for most of a day under the fierce attack of the Jurchens, and then collapsed. Zhong Shizhong led most of the troops to flee all the way, but in fact, Zong Wang's anger at this battle had completely disappeared.
When the Jurchen cavalry launched an all-out pursuit of the Western army, the Western army's main formation had no possibility of smooth escape. They were cut through and cut along the way, and all the lone ones were slaughtered.
Finally, after being forced to the top of the mountain, both sides stopped.
Not long after, someone came again.
"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, there is an envoy from Bianliang out of the city, and he is the man from the Wu Dynasty who came to negotiate last time. The Emperor of the Wu Dynasty..."
"kill him."
"...want to negotiate peace with us."
"Oh? Then don't kill him first, bring him here."
"yes."
"Let him watch me kill all these people...and then talk to them!"
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Bianliang.
Late at night, in a small room near the city wall, people coming in from outside the city saw the old man.
"Commander Zhong..." Several young generals with blood on their bodies knelt down. Some even cried when they saw the old man coming over.
Zhong Shidao brought hot water, walked towards them, and patted their shoulders: "I know, I know..."
"Shuai Zhong, Mr. Zhong is trapped in Wuzhangling..."
"I know, I know. Cheng Ming and the others arrived before you. We already know. Drink some hot water first to warm yourself up..."
"Commander Zhong, will the imperial court send troops..."
"I said I got it!" The old man's voice was stern for a moment, and then he said, "I will handle the next thing. You can have something to eat later and meet Cheng Ming and the others. Someone will arrange for your treatment and accommodation.
Down."
"Handsome..."
Several people were taken away soon. In the room, Zhong Shidao sat on a chair and looked at the slightly shaking candle not far away. Soon, the soldiers came over and reported to him that his companions had settled down. Zhong Shidao
He nodded: "You go down."
"Yes." The soldier replied. When he was about to walk to the door, he looked back. The old man was still just sitting there in a daze, looking at the lights in front of him. He couldn't help but said, "Commander Zhong, do we beg the court to ask for help?"
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"...If it's impossible, don't be annoying."
Zhong Shidao replied, thinking of Qin Siyuan and what they had said on the city wall before. In the little light of the oil lamp, the old man quietly closed his eyes, and his wrinkled face trembled slightly.
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The next morning, Wuzhangling.
The wind and snow stopped.
The sower came out of the tent.
Although he is called Xiaozhong Xianggong, he is already quite old and has white hair. He was seriously injured yesterday, but he still put on his armor. Then he mounted his horse and grabbed the sword.
The soldiers gathered towards him. Many of them had been frozen to death last night and could no longer move at this time.
"My brother will be here soon." Zhongshi ignored the dead soldiers and said to Wang Hongjia, "Follow me to break through!"
Wang Hongjia said: "Yes."
In Bianliang City, Zhong Shidao stood at the top of the city, looking at the seemingly endless snowfield in the distance.
Out of sight of him, the men of the division rode toward the Jurchens' cavalry, brandishing their swords.
In Xiacun, the army broke out and set off for the expedition.
In the small room in Bianliang City, Xue Changgong opened his eyes and smelled the smell of medicine filling his nose. His body was wrapped tightly. He turned his head slightly and saw a woman lying on the small bed next to him.
Her face was pale, her breathing was weak, and she smelled of medicine - but she was still breathing after all - that was He Leer.
Soon after - he didn't know how long it would be - someone came to tell him that they were going to negotiate peace with the Jurchens.
The wind and snow outside the window had stopped. After experiencing such a long period of hell-like haze and snow, they finally saw the light of day for the first time... (To be continued.)