Time was already the darkest part before dawn. Shi Jin sat on the wooden beam. He heard Zhou Tong mention Lin Chong's name and didn't know how to answer. After a while of silence, he heard Zhou Tong ask, "How is Lin Chong doing now?"

Something was in the throat of Shi Jin, and he swallowed his saliva: "After Liangshan was broken, that time... he said he went to see you in Yiyuan County. Later... later... he didn't go back to find us. When he learned about him again, he was being chased and might have died."

The old man frowned and closed his eyes: "Diet?"

Shi Jin said: "Maybe he is dead."

"That's not dead." Zhou Tong said, "I'll see you again in the future."

In the dim light, the old man's voice was calm, which was more like a kind of determination than expectation or comfort. Shi Jin looked at Lin Chong falling off the cliff, and he didn't know where the old man's determination came from. But at this time they were trapped in the city and were going to do something that was almost equivalent to dying. His concern for this matter was also far away.

After a while, he asked: "Senior Zhou, when will Nianhan enter the city?"

"I don't know either." Zhou Tong replied, "Maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. When the Jurchens sent troops, I was in the territory of Jin. As their army headed south, Nianhan was a little brave. He would not wait until no one came in in the city. When the resistance in Xinzhou City was almost killed, he would enter the city."

Shi Jin frowned: "Then we have more than 70 people, at least we have to hide in the city for two more days?"

Zhou Tong said: "It's not easy, but there's no way."

The two of them said and answered very simply. After that, the yard became quiet. The yard that had been looted was filled with blood and flames. The dead owner's body was still near the front door. The sound of the fighting of the golden man was faintly vague. The old man stood up, walked to the other end of the yard, then picked up two sticks and threw one for him.

"You are Wang Jin's apprentice, please follow me to play a set of demon-subduing sticks."

He said, "Showing the Demon-Subduing Stick is the introductory stick in the world. It's simple and simple. Shi Jin has practiced it many times, so he also put it on his posture. When the old man waved the first stick, he started to fight.

There was not much power, there was not much sound of breaking the wind. Zhou Tong led Shi Jin to simply hit the stick method. Under the nearby eaves, other warriors also looked up at this scene. Zhou Tong's stick method was just smooth and regular.

But only Shi Jin, after finishing a set, his whole body had soothed, and his warm breath wandered in his body. When his martial arts reached his level, he needed to take a step forward, which was a mysterious understanding. If he used Ning Yi's language, he even needed to sublimate the three views and philosophical system. The stick method Zhou Tong played was almost the same as him, but after the pace was consistent, he also led him to make changes and fine adjustments in extremely small details. These small details allowed him to see a certain possibility of perfection.

The courtyard was quiet. After playing this stick method, Zhou Tong nodded to him and then walked to other places.

Soon after, this short tranquility passed away...

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Before Nianhan entered the city, more than 70 people had to hide in the city for at least two days.

This is just a simple conversation between Shi Jin and Zhou Tong, but when it falls under the actual level, what follows is the most difficult time.

When Xinzhou City was suddenly captured, the four gates were closed and the Wu Dynasty army divided into the city formed a large-scale resistance. During this period, Shi Jin and others had a good life. However, on the morning of the eighth day of the eighth month, the army had been completely collapsed and organized resistance.

The Jurchens massacre city and the plundering team spread throughout the city. On this day, the huge nets of searches spread out, and the mesh became thinner and thinner. The real hell came to Xinzhou City. Killing, robbery, and firelights were everywhere. Large areas of civilians hiding in the city were caught. A little pretty woman would inevitably be humiliated. Those who dared to resist were killed, beaten, or even hung on flagpole to burn to death, tied to a horse and dragged to death.

Occasionally, when they encounter large-scale rebels, the hunted Jurchens fired a sound of arrows, and nearby companions rushed to support them.

This is a carnival belonging to the Jurchens and the original Liao people's Yisheng Army.

Shi Jin and others interspersed and avoided the city. Even though most of them were masters, they could not use their fists here. The occasional tragedy made people feel unspeakable anger. Some people suddenly encountered the Jurchen patrol team who could not avoid it or could not swallow the murderous intention in their hearts, and then suddenly took action. During this day, more than ten injured people were accumulated.

Huge fatigue accumulates on everyone, but the biggest loss is on the afternoon of this day. They accidentally met a family hiding in the city. Seeing that most of the experts and heroes here were crying and shouting, asking Shi Jin and others to take them with them. After they couldn't explain clearly, the almost crazy family began to follow them crazily and shouted loudly.

The Jurchen cavalry team was led over, and the last group of people running at the corner of the ruins were followed. When Shi Jin looked back, the people at the intersection were no longer running. Among them was Qiu Henian, the old Taoist priest holding a long sword. He was old and his originally neat Taoist robe turned into a ragged state, but there was still a respectable and extraordinary look in his steps.

He waved to this side, then drew out his long sword and led several injured warriors to the running Jurchen cavalry.

Shi Jin and others had never seen him again. Only when they ran through the nearby street the next afternoon, when they glanced at him, they saw a corpse hanging on a flagpole. The body was broken and twisted, without a hand and foot, without a head, and in the dark dark color of blood, they could vaguely see a blue color that seemed to belong to the original Taoist robe. But because there were too many people dead nearby, he could not determine whether it was the corpse of the old Taoist priest.

After this day, there was still a long and tense night, followed by a long and tense day. The most powerful thing about the warrior is the tone in his heart. He acted in one go, but he was declining and exhausted. If the initial cry and passion could make people feel excited, in such waiting and avoidance, it would give people the feeling of being a little bit of a soft knife to cut his flesh.

The searches for Jurchens have become increasingly dense. Will Nianhan come? When Nianhan comes, will everyone still have the strength and will there be enough people to come to him. All this is slowly cutting into everyone's heart. What really makes people feel passionate, the passionate emotions may only be there when others say it, and those who are really involved will only experience great pain and hardships...

Only on the afternoon of the ninth day of the eighth month, when dusk approached, did the news come that all the things surge in my heart. At this time, there were only thirty-eight people left by Zhou Tong.

Nianhan entered the city.

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When the sunset turns warm yellow in the sky, the autumn leaves sway in the wind. When Wanyan Xiyin looked up, it was a big tree half burned, half charred and half yellow leaves.

A woman's crying, screams and laughter came from a distance. 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 sighing softly.

"The green mountains are far away... the autumn wind is going crazy..."

The deputy general looked around, but the autumn wind was soothing, the leaves slowly moved, and the wind blew on his face, warm.

The arrow flew up from a distance.

...

Wanyan Zonghan (Nianhan)'s horse team entered the Taoist temple on the side of the city.

This Taoist temple was not destroyed by too much war, but there was some blood on the steps on one side. The trees with lush leaves were lined up in two rows, stretching into the front yard towards the main hall of the Taoist temple. A raging fire ignited from the copper tripod in front of the main hall.

The sky was getting dark. As the people around Wanyan Zonghan entered the city tall and steady, they were mostly important generals in the army, and most of them were close brothers and relatives, such as the general Wanyan Yinshuke, Wanyan Balisu brothers, General Chi Xian, Zonghan's cousin Wanyan Saba, Moyan Dangshi, who was known as the number one warrior in the army, etc., they were all warriors who followed Agu to fight south and north and destroyed the Liao Kingdom. Everyone had fearful merits.

Xinzhou has already been abandoned. For them, their next goal is Taiyuan, the largest city in Hedong Road.

In the evening breeze, everyone walked towards the solemn building of Han Taoist temple. The soldiers and generals who advanced had cleaned up the surroundings and set up a command lobby here.

...

Two nearby teams of Jurchen cavalry rushed towards the place where the arrows were fired.

Soon, two more arrows rose in another street and alley. Wanyan Xiyin, who was moving forward, frowned and listened to the nearby army being mobilized there again.

A thought flashed through his mind. He strangled the horse and stopped in the center of the road. The Jurchen soldiers' arrows were released only when they encountered an enemy who was stabbing and could not be defeated. If they were free of charge, they would be punished. From yesterday afternoon to this morning, the frequency of arrows rose in the city was relatively high. At this time, the nearby area had been cleared. Why did it suddenly increase again at this time?

Then, he saw another arrow flying out from afar.

Wanyan Xiyin frowned, and after a moment, he suddenly turned his horse's head.

"Go back with me and find Marshal Zonghan, there may be something wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, a sound of arrow suddenly rose in the direction where Wanyan Zonghan and other chief generals were located.

"Walk--"

He suddenly shouted, drew his sword and ran wildly.

The surrounding streets suddenly exploded, and the guards around him also ran wildly with him!

...

"kill--"

The explosion-like shouts came suddenly, sounded on the west side of the Taoist temple, and then there was a fierce fighting sound.

In the main hall, everyone turned around and heard the enemy who was invading there fighting with the soldiers and generals. The front line of shouting for killing was spreading. It was obvious that the person coming was a real master. At the steps, as the leader of Zong Han's personal guard, a great man named Moyan untied his spear and looked at the wall over there.

"The person who came was amazing."

"But one person and two people are dying." Wanyan Zonghan heard it for a while, "Don't worry about him, don't be trapped in the trap of diversion from the mountain."

The fighting sound soon disappeared, and it was obvious that the invading enemy had already been given the title. Zong Han turned around and walked towards the seat above the main hall. In the yard on the west side, the Jurchen guards cut off the head of the Fanzhe. At the same time, in the yard on the east side, a warrior was coming in quickly in a secret small hole. This Taoist temple occupies a large area and there are many Jurchen soldiers defending nearby, but after all, it was once a place for Han people. When the Jurchens began to clean up and sort out the nearby, the Green Forest Man in charge of surveillance could roughly determine where Nianhan was after coming in, and then find a loophole.

The Jurchen soldier in the west courtyard ran to the main hall with his heads. He knelt down and raised his heads. Just as he was about to speak, a shout of "Wow--" sounded.

Countless warriors collided, killed, and arrows flew into the sky. In the east, someone shouted: "Kill Nianhan."

"Kill Nian Han--"

Then there was a thunderous sound: "Kill Nianhan--"

The sound of crazy confrontation rose to the top in that moment, making the hair stand up one by one. The sound in the east courtyard spreads in this huge momentum, and in a blink of an eye, the Jurchens were coming to the main hall. The defense of the Jurchens was crushed and crushed. At the gate outside the courtyard, the Jurchen soldiers were pushed forward as if they had been 10,000 horses, and the broken corpses flew through everyone's eyes with blood.

An arrow flew over the long courtyard and shot directly into Wanyan Zonghan's face with a violent sound of breaking wind. Wanyan Zonghan drew out a long sword from his waist and cut the arrow into the air with a bang: "Form a formation!"

The figure of Wu Chao's Green Forest man climbed over the courtyard wall, the roof, and darted to the guards in the courtyard. In the hall, Wanyan pulled down the steps quickly, pulled up the steel gun behind him, and helped him run a few steps. The steel gun roared out toward the roof, piercing the chest of a Green Forest man. The steel gun pierced the body of the Green Forest man like a cannonball, and flew into the air with blood: "Formation—"

Dozens of Jurchen guards in the courtyard had gathered in front of the main hall. Moyan waved his steel gun and roared like thunder: "Forge a formation - kill them-"

The Green Forest masters who danced different weapons rushed from the gate, outside the wall, and on the roof. Most of them were injured, but their murderous aura was everywhere and their eyes were fierce. Before this, the resentment and murderous intent accumulated in their hearts finally exploded at this moment.

In front of them were the Jurchen elites who came out of the white mountains and black waters. They struggled to survive on the snowy land all year round. Before that, they rose up and destroyed the entire Liao Kingdom. The battle that went south was as simple as playing and playing. Until the moment in front of them, at least in a small range, they finally felt the huge murderous intent that was pressing into their eyes. The essence of the north, which had crossed thousands of miles, finally spread to this point.

Two groups of people collided with each other at the first time. The sound of killing covers the sky and the sun, and the blood waves burst out... (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

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