The snow began to fall again. In addition to the cold wind that occasionally danced snowflakes, the large plains near Bianliang City were filled with quiet and dead breaths.

Fighting after battle, bleeding again and again. Originally living on this land, millions of people have migrated, and the abandoned villages, towns and towns are rippling with strange and dead breath at dusk when heavy snow falls. The birds have long since

Flying away, among the forest, a few animals ran in the snow, the squirrels hugged their hazelnuts, stood on the edge of the woods, looking at the area that once belonged to humans. In the past few months, they fell on this land

The human body has long been cold.

Wolves appear occasionally.

In a few cases, the lonely horse team ran in the heavy snow, from some place to some place, taking their mission.

This place has become a forbidden zone for strangers in less than half a year.

Mutuogang is ten miles away from the defense of Bianliang City. From this road to Bianliang City, it is still dominated by human breath. In the early morning, a loud "bang" sounded, the ice near Moutuogang was heard.

On the surface.

A team of Jurchens, holding chain-bound iron balls or sledgehammers, swung them on the ice near the camp, and white ice mist splashed everywhere.

As the area where the Jurchen camped, it was originally the place where Wu Dynasty herding horses were herding. Moutuogang was surrounded by water on three sides and the grassland was lush. After blocking the hole, it was easy to defend and difficult to attack. However, after winter really came, the surrounding lakes began to freeze.

Especially on snowy days, the ice surface becomes thicker. It was originally in three directions of the lake. At this time, the ice surface and the land are completely connected.

After Yao Pingzhong's night attack plan failed, few people dared to attack the Jurchen camp. However, after the freezing, the Jurchen soldiers in Moutuogang smashed the edge ice layer and sent people every day.

Patrol mission. Every morning, after the strongman smashed the edge of the lake, the patrol soldiers were in groups of three, going back and forth.

The heavy snowfall made people unable to tell whether it was morning or noon. I only knew that it had been dawn for a long time. The soldiers on patrol came and went, occasionally looking at the flat, spreading ice and snow lake in front of my vision. Everything seemed monotonous.

The busy sound in the barracks occasionally came across the towering wooden walls. As the patrol passed, a Jurchen soldier stopped and turned his head to look towards the lake.

Heavy snow falls.

He glanced a few times, and for a moment, he caught up with the two companions in front of him.

We looked over and saw that there were white things on the ice hundreds of meters away from here. They were two figures lying on the ice and in the snow. Wearing and being extremely difficult to recognize in the snow.

In white clothes, one of them put down the tube object in his hand and even silently blocked the front end of the tube object with one hand.

After the three of them left in the distance, they raised the rough long cylindrical telescope again. The man next to him took out a small notebook, took out a charcoal pen, and wrote numbers on it with his hands trembling.

"Another one hundred and twenty-five breaths... the three of them patrol by... when they share..."

There is no accurate timing tool, so you can only estimate the time. In such a snowy day, you will be lurking for a long time. It is also a huge burden for the two of you. They are lying here and watching and recording. Only occasionally have small activities.

When you are hungry, pull out the warm jerky from your clothes and chew it slowly, but try not to move.

Sometimes, the sea east green crosses heavy snow and flies into the sky, which is the most difficult time for them.

At dusk, someone came quietly to replace them.

The two men quietly retreated from the lake and carefully covered the traces. They entered the woods at the other end of Moutuogang, and then walked silently. The temporary residence and the joint location was a cave in the mountains, and someone came to take the things they recorded.

, and also briefly talked a few words and sent some supplies. Before leaving, he reminded him as usual: "If it is not necessary, don't make a fire."

The fried rice, meat strips and other items brought by the other party had already been cold. But he took out a small iron pot wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside from his arms. The broth in it was still warm, so he gave it to the two of them.

I drank it quickly, and then gave another reminder.

It is enough to keep warm when you come out to perform this kind of task. One is a young man in his teens named Chen Hai, and the other is a middle-aged man in his forties. His surname is Zheng, and Chen Hai calls him

Uncle Zheng.

"Uncle Zheng, can you say that we can write down these every day and come in handy?"

"Go to bed early." Uncle Zheng said few words and his voice was not high, "How did I know."

"The Jurchens are so cruel..."

After Chen Hai said this, he stopped talking.

The teams of investigation were formed by Ning Yi. During the process of strengthening the walls and clearing the fields, and later after the Wu Dynasty army was disbanded, some were talent reserves before Zhuji, some were hunters, or they were proficient in the survival skills in the wild.

Yes, a talented man. Chen Hai has been in good health since childhood and is free from liveliness. He can walk into the snow in the middle of winter with his bare butt. When the Jurchens came, his village could not escape.

In the first wave of massacre, his parents died under the butcher knife, and he survived by chance. Later, Ning Yi absorbed him in.

The next morning, they woke up, ate cold and hard things, and then went to take over. The snow was rippling, sometimes big and sometimes small. After returning to receive new orders, they would change places a little. They vaguely knew

, there are not only one group of people responsible for investigating the Jurchen camp.

The one who came to contact them should be an official - at least he should be an official. The broth he brought in his arms every day could make Chen Hai feel warm because he vaguely knew that there might not be other officials who could do this.

Something about.

He had known Uncle Zheng for a short time. Although Uncle Zheng was relatively taciturn, he should have been a powerful hunter in the past. He would occasionally give him some advice on hiding and hunting. After several days, he lurked in such a harsh environment.

If you have only one companion, you will unconsciously treat the other party as the only friend, or relative or elder in the world.

That day was November 20th.

At noon that day, they quietly changed their positions while observing. The snow had been falling for so long, and the ice on the lake was actually quite solid. Chen Hai occasionally reached out to knock and there would be nothing wrong. This day, he probably met him.

Going into a relatively thin place.

They had been in that place for a whole morning. When the soldiers patrolling the lake shore walked past their sight, Uncle Zheng was watching with a telescope, and a slight sound came from under him.

The two of them settled there and slowly looked over. Uncle Zheng reached out to sweep the snow, and the fine lines extended from under him.

Both of them knew that they could not do anything randomly at this time. Shu Zheng was already silent. At this time, he waved his hand slightly to move to the side, and he moved to the other side.

The ice surface collapsed.

Uncle Zheng fell into the water and came up again. He flapped a few times. In the distance, the patrolman was still walking over. Chen Hai, who had not fallen, carefully stretched out his hand. Uncle Zheng held his hand and used force.

, Fine lines began to appear under Chen Hai. The other party realized something and let go of his hand. He subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the Jurchen military camp and fell into the water. He shouldn't be able to see people, but he had stopped

Flipped and made a sound.

In the wind and snow, there was a faint sound of the Jurchens talking. They were also looking here, but because they were too far away and blocked by the wind and snow, they could not see an ice hole that had appeared here.

Although he is over forty years old, in terms of the definition of the Wu Dynasty, Uncle Zheng is actually an old man. Chen Hai lay beside him and tried his best to reach out.

"Give me your hand. I got it..." He gritted his teeth and whispered.

The old man in the lake trembled and untied the telescope around his neck. He reached out and gently placed the telescope on the ice. Then he untied the small package behind him - Uncle Zheng carried the small package with him,

It seemed to be his entire possession - he wanted to hand over the small package. But halfway through, the package fell into the water.

"..." Chen Hai opened his mouth wide and opened his mouth desperately. He was already crying, and his tears blurred his vision. However, he could not make any sound. Two months ago, when the Jurchens came to their village, they killed him.

His father, his mother hid him in the pile of firewood, and he heard a lot of noises and sounds, and the last thing he heard was his mother's short scream. After surviving, he went out of the pile of firewood, and his mother

He died outside the firewood door, half of his body was covered with black mud and no clothes on his body. Red blood and black mud wrapped half of his body. This is how he cried in the pile of firewood.

He vaguely knew what was going on outside, but he didn't dare to go out. His mother did not cry and cried for help from beginning to end, but could not help but scream when she was finally killed. He sat next to his mother's body,

He opened his mouth wide and cried, and his fists could be stuffed into his mouth, but no sound was made.

Some people cannot cry when they are extremely sad.

In the blurry vision, the old man's hand stretched out did not retract. He gave him a thumbs up with his last strength and shook it slightly in the air.

The sound of making equipment in the Jurchen barracks came out, and several patrol soldiers left.

The old man had already sunk. When his body floated up again, Chen Hai knew that by then, the cold weather had sealed the hole. This winter, the old man would never see this world...

That night, the official who gave him the broth took him back to Xiacun Valley. The valley was lively and everyone was doing their business. He was arranged in a small room and someone sent him.

After a meal, he couldn't eat it. Soon after, someone came over and asked him about the details of Uncle Zheng's death. He mechanically said it again, and the other party said: "There will be someone coming later. Please brother Chen and say it again, they will

Write down the matter.”

"Remember...what..." Chen Hai asked mechanically.

"Remember...Uncle Zheng's affairs and tell others about it later."

"Why... want to tell others?"

"Because..." The other party thought for a moment, and suddenly someone knocked on the door outside, as if to report what happened. The man listened to the report, nodded, and came back, "In order to... let others remember him..."

"He is dead..." Chen Hai shook his head.

"Well, brother Chen, I know you are very sad, and we are also very sad, but I still have something to do here, and the person who comes will explain it to you."

"What's the sad thing about you? You don't know him, and you don't know him!" Chen Hai choked out with sobs.

The other party's eyes seemed a little embarrassed, but finally left. After a while, someone came in again. Chen Hai wanted to lose his temper, but he saw that the person who came behind the man was the man named Ning Yi. Chen Hai knew,

This is a high-ranking official.

The man came in front of him prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. The high-ranking official named Ning Yi and his followers were blocked by him by him. The high-ranking official looked at him for a while before sitting down next to him.

"I've heard about Uncle Zheng's affairs, I'll take a look at you."

Chen Hai shook his head and said nothing.

The other party said, "He will ask you. We will write down more detailed things and let people remember him." This cliché made Chen Hai feel angry, and he gritted his teeth and stared at the other party: "Uncle Zheng, he

, Who is he? Where is he from? He gave me the burden when he was dying. He must have asked me to hand it over, and who will I hand it over now!"

"That's for you." The other party said, "Jin Yiquan is like you. His family is dead. His wife died five years ago. His son, daughter-in-law, and two grandsons. When the Jurchens came, they were all dead.

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To be continued...