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Inside and outside the valley of Xia Village, a large-scale fierce battle was coming to an end. The place where the camp was originally located was fire and smoke raging. The corpses of people and war horses and blood stretched out from the valley. On the edge of the valley, there were also small-scale soldiers of the army who were still resisting, either were besieged and slaughtered, or were throwing their armor and kneeling down to surrender. Cheers were occasionally heard among the snowy valleys and ridges.

Some people were also plundering property that was not enough to be taken away in the military camp. The people responsible for resettling the wounded were coming out of the camp to provide first aid to the injured soldiers on the battlefield. The noise was noisy, and the cheers of victory accounted for the majority. The war horses ran between the foothills. When they stopped, the black-armored knights also took off their helmets.

The war was everywhere, and the bodies of Long Hui and others were put down in the middle of the valley, wrapped in a big banner, and the soldiers passing by were saluting him.

The snow outside the valley was full of messy footprints, and the snowfield was shattered by tens of thousands of people running away and shattering the entire snowfield. The scouts of Xia Village were also chasing from different directions to the distant world. Qin Shaoqian stood above the snow ridge, holding a big knife with blood in his hand, looking at the scenery in the distance. At this time, cheers were heard around him, but the scorching heat in his mind had not faded. He accepted part of what he saw, and the other part could not be completely digested.

"Send all the scouts out...be vigilant so that Pharmacist Guo will not come back...kill us one and go back...Go and go quickly! Stay vigilant..."

The resentful army was defeated and retreated.

As for the fact of today's counterattack, everyone decided to open the camp gate and the morale was boiling all over the mountains. As a general who was considered an excellent one, he already knew it and was sure to win. However, when all the situation was initially decided, recalling the might of the Jurchens when they headed south. He led the Wurui Camp to try to stop the difficulties. For several months, hundreds of thousands of people outside the city of Bianliang were depressed and lost in succession. During this period of time, he fought hard like a boat in Xia Village... At this time, everything turned around, which made him feel a little unreal...

This has been a torment. Until last night, they didn't see too many possibilities of breaking the deadlock or ending. But at this moment... did they suddenly survive?

“…Where is Liheng?”

This incident was turned in his mind, and then he recalled the decisiveness of this companion who was like a brother and a teacher. On the chaotic battlefield, this brother who was good at planning could not clearly grasp the changes in every moment of the war. Sometimes he could not understand the local advantages or disadvantages clearly, so he never interfered in the detailed decisions. However, on this morning, if it weren't for the decision he suddenly showed at that time, the only chance of victory would have been fleeting.

Ning Yi showed unparalleled precision in the grasp and grasp of the overall morale for that moment. The depression, tragic and even despair for several days, coupled with the slap of everyone before the heavy pressure came, was compressed to the extreme at that moment. When the prisoners made unexpected decisions, for many generals, what they could do might be just waiting and hesitation. Even if they were moved, they could only hope for the soldiers in the camp to fight next. But he made unexpected suggestions and gave everything away.

In the subsequent battle, Guo Yaoshi showed his ability to operate and control the soldiers under his command. However, for the Xia Village side, victory was still quite easy. When Liu Shunren's team was wiped out in front of Xia Village, Guo Yaoshi had already begun to mobilize his direct line to retreat, and the cannon fodders dragged on the battlefield fought with the Xia Village soldiers. It was almost a unilateral massacre. Guo Yaoshi still led more than 10,000 main forces who could survive after such an almost cold warrior cut off his arm.

It is difficult to guess the change in Guo Yaoshi's mood this morning, and it is inevitable that he would be able to explain his thoughts when he retreated decisively. The resentful army is not unable to fight, but the reality is as cold as this winter. Xia Village has the possibility of burning boats and never ending, but the resentful army has no possibility of gambleing everyone in one battle.

He was still wary of the possibility of Guo Yaoshi's return to his horse. When Qin Shaoqian looked back, heavy snow was falling on the battlefield filled with smoke. After days of fierce fighting, traces of dead bodies and war were everywhere. However, at this time, the emotions after victory were the first time, erupting in the crowds all over the mountains. Accompanied by cheers and laughter, there were also vaguely suppressed crying.

Qu Qing limped over the ridge. This was the front of the pursuit of Xia Village soldiers. Some people were hugging each other and laughing, with tears faintly in the laughter. He saw Mao Yishan behind a big stone. He was covered in blood and almost collapsed in the snow. He laughed for a while. For some reason, he started crying with a long knife. He cried a few times, wiped his tears again, and wanted to stand up, but when he held the stone and tried hard, he collapsed again, sitting in the snow with a "haha" smile.

Qu Qing did not help him, he walked over from behind. Someone hit him, and some people came over, hugged his shoulder and said something. He also smiled and punched the other person in the chest. Then, he walked into the nearby woods.

In the woods, white snow and bright red blood were still spreading, and occasionally there were corpses. When he walked to a place where no one was around, the fatigue in his heart surged up, and then he slowly knelt on the ground. After a moment, tears flowed out. He opened his mouth and cried in a low voice. He continued for a while, and finally hit the snow with his punch, and his head hit the trunk in front of him. He punched his head and hit the trunk several times. The blood flowed out. He bit with his teeth, smashed with his hands, and peeled it. Finally, the blood was dripping from his head and his mouth. He hugged the tree, and his eyes were red.

The man's crying sounds are not nice, and they are twisted like a madman.

He was once a general in the Wuwei Camp, with a team of two or three hundred men under him. On the night he attacked Moutuogang, he was almost wiped out. He left the brigade in a daze, and went to Xia Village inadvertently. People talked about the myth of Jurchen being cruel and invincible, expelling himself and making people feel that failure was understandable. He believed it so, but these days, there were different things that he saw.

Nothing is invincible, but all his brothers died after all...

He held the tree trunk, and the twisted and depressed crying continued intermittently for a long time...

At this moment, in addition to Qu Qing, there were many people crying in laughter.

In the wounded barracks above the valley, someone closed his eyes. He listened to the sound outside and murmured, "We won?" The thin woman in charge of taking care of her nodded and replied in a suppressed manner: "Yeah." The wounded soldier whispered, "Ah, we won..." Finally stopped breathing, and there was already blood in the mat under him.

Next to them, people were still treating the wounded or retracting the bodies, and cheers came from below, as if in a dream.

The whole mountain was soaked in a refreshing atmosphere like wine, but with a little crazy atmosphere. Ning Yi quickly walked up the hillside and saw the woman lying on a stretcher. It was Juan'er. She had blood on her body, bandages wrapped around her head, and one eye was swollen.

When the battle at the foot of the mountain reached chaos, some of the soldiers of the resentment who were divided and massacred broke through the unguarded walls and rushed into the camp. At that time, Guo Yaoshi had already led his troops to retreat. They fought desperately, with wounded and disabled soldiers behind them, and those with strength were fighting. Juan'er was in it and was chased and rolled down from the hillside and hit her head. She was also injured several times on her body.

"No life is there?"

Ning Yi first grabbed the doctor who was treating Juan'er, and while Hongti also went over to check on her.

"Miss Juan'er is in good health, although this time..." The doctor shook his head and said a few words, and saw Ning Yi's expression. He hurriedly said, "No life is in danger."

"Will it affect the body in the future?"

"If the part of Miss Juan'er's hand bone is in the future, it will hurt... In addition..."

The doctor said a few words, Juan'er had already opened her eyes there. One of her eyes was swollen, so she could only look at people with the other eye. Her body was injured and bleeding, and she was quite desolate: "Miss Lu... aunt, aunt... I'm fine, son-in-law, you are not injured..."

Ning Yi walked over, held one of her hands, reached out and touched her cheek, and didn't know what to say. Juan'er struggled and smiled: "Have we won?"

"I won." Ning Yi said, "Don't worry about this, take care of your injuries. I heard that you were injured and I was very worried about you... Well, it's fine if you're fine. You recover first. I'll deal with the matter and see you."

"Yeah." Juan'er nodded, Ning Yi waved his hand and asked someone to carry her away. The woman's hand was still holding Ning Yi's finger, but after a moment, she finally let go. Ning Yi turned around and asked Yuwen Feidu next to him: "How many people were caught after entering the camp?" Without waiting for him to answer, he said again, "I'll kill everyone."

Yuwen Feidu nodded first, then hesitated a little: "Boss, I heard from them that... killing prisoners is not bad..."

"Ha." Ning Yi rubbed his forehead, and after a while, he patted Yuwen Feidu's shoulder, "It doesn't matter. I'm not in the mood to think about the overall situation now. All those who come in are dead, and those who are outside are kept. Go."

"yes."

After Yuwen Feidu received the order and left, Ning Yi stood there for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back, the drifting snowflakes were not dense, but the continuous ones still began to cover the entire world. The atmosphere between the distant mountains and nearby ridges seemed warm and calm for the first time in the devastation. Whether it was cheering or crying, the tragic and torment that made people almost collapsed finally began to dissipate temporarily.

Looking back, the fierce and torment of the past ten days of fighting and fighting really makes people feel like they are a different world. The possibility of forcing the resentful army to retreat in front of me was once out of reach. Hongti came from behind and held his hand: "Miss Juan'er is fine."

"First restrain the bodies of General Long and all other brothers." Ning Yi said, but said to the followers next to him, "Tell all generals not to relax their vigilance. Start paying homage to General Long in the afternoon, and prepare a good meal in the evening, but each person still has a glass of wine. Send people to pass the news to the capital and see how the war is going there. In addition, track down Pharmacist Guo..."

In the wind and snow, he waved his hand and ordered one by one.

A few miles away from Xia Village, the battle between the snowfield and the scouts was still in progress. The war horses and the corpses of the soldiers fell on the snow, in the forest, and occasionally the battle broke out, leaving one or two lives. The survivors left in different directions, and soon after, they were interspersed together.

It was almost noon that the retreating brigade of the resentful army slowed down.

In the low-morning queue, Guo Yaoshi rode on the horse, his face cold, neither happy nor angry. Along the way, his capable generals had already sorted out the formation again, and he was paying more attention to the information brought by the scouts. Among the senior generals of the resentful army, Liu Shunren was dead, and Zhang Linghui might also be arrested or killed. The remaining team in front of him were his direct line. If you count carefully, there were only about 15,000 people.

Thirty-six thousand people attacked the valley where only half of his side, and the other side was just some remaining soldiers of the Wu Dynasty. In the end, more than half of his side was lost. This was something he had never thought would happen.

At this moment, he stopped in the snow field and stood still. When he looked around, the world was full of the same white scene, which made people almost unable to tell the direction. Once upon a time, most of their army were composed of hungry people from Liaodong, but in order to survive, they later defected to the Wu Dynasty to rebuild. The components were all refugees who lost their property and land in the six states of Yanyun. They had no foundation. They didn't know where to go. When several generals came to ask Guo Yaoshi's orders, Guo Yaoshi's calm face was in his calm face. No one could tell what he was thinking.

Messages were still coming. After a long time, on the snow field, Guo Yaoji pointed in one direction: "We have to... go there."

The generals were stunned, but not long after, most of them stamped their feet and sighed. That afternoon, the resentful army set off again and finally headed deeper into the snow and snow...

This day was the tenth day of December 13th year of Jinghan. The Jurchens' southern invasion battle had a turnaround for the first time. For many troops around Bianliang at this time, the situation was astonishing. Most of them received reports from Xiacun in a short time. Due to the fatigue after the war, in that afternoon, the Xiacun army was only licking their wounds and consolidating their combat power. As long as the soldiers who could still stand up participated in the commemoration of General Long Hui and many people who died in the ten days in the snow.

When the released scout gradually came back, someone handed a letter to Ning Yi.

While tracking Guo Yaoshi's team, the scout met an old man with a high martial arts skills. The other party asked him to take the letter back and hand it over. After several Green Forest people, he confirmed that the old man was the only surviving senior Fulu around Zhou Tong.

After opening the letter, I found a bloody letter inside.

After reading it, Ning Yi stood in the snow for a while, then threw the blood book into the fire and burned it.

This is just a small episode in the war. When the things written in the blood letter were announced to the world, it was already many years later. In the evening, the scouts who returned from the capital were waiting to reply to another urgent news.

The Jurchens stopped siegeing the city early this morning.

The reason was that more than 20,000 Western Army troops led by Zhong Shizhong arrived at the city of Bianliang, officially confronting Wanyan Zongwang, trying to threaten Zongwang from the back. Faced with such a situation, Zong Wang, who failed to attack the city, directly gave up Bianliang City and counterattacked the Western Army with elite cavalry on a large scale. This may be a long-term attack to vent his anger. Bianliang City was not strong enough in combat and did not dare to go out of the city to rescue. Then outside the city, the two armies launched a tragic battle. Although Zhong Shizhong was a veteran, he still took the lead and fought with all his strength, after all, due to the gap in strength, when the scout left Bianliang City in the afternoon, more than 20,000 Western Army troops had been killed and defeated. Although Zhong Shizhong could still control some of the situation, if he persisted, the entire army would be wiped out outside Bianliang City.

After hearing this news, Qin Shaoqian, Ning Yi and others were all stunned for a long time. The Western Army is indeed famous in the eyes of ordinary people. It also has combat power for many senior officials of the Wu Dynasty, but combat power does not mean that it can fight head-on with the Jurchens. In the past wars, although the Western Army led by Zhong Shizhong had certain combat power, it was still knowledgeable and tactful when facing the Jurchens. After a while, everyone hid beside each other, and Zhong Shizhong also led the army to hide. When Guo Yaoshi went to fight him alone, he was just roundabout and unwilling to fight with the other party.

But unexpectedly, when Wanyan Zongwang sieges the city for nearly twenty days, the old man suddenly came to kill him.

This time, he did not choose to retreat.

According to the scouts, in this battle, corpses were everywhere outside Bianliang City, not only the bodies of Western military men, but also faced the famous Jurchen spirit cavalry before the Western Army was defeated and formed, they had also achieved many results under the leadership of Zhong Shizhong.

The old man's intention was obvious. The Jurchens failed to siege the city for 20 days, and their combat power had begun to decline, and their personnel were severely reduced. The more than 20,000 people in the Western Army might not be able to defeat the other party, but as long as they bet on their lives, they would cause certain losses to the Jurchens. The Jurchen troops, which had huge losses, may no longer be able to consider siegeing the city. Zhong Shidao and others in the city were finally able to choose to force the other party...

While Ning Yi and others were shocked by the heroic decisiveness of Zhong Shizhong in Xia Village, the extremely tired people in Bianliang City were cheering for the arrival of the Western Army and crying with joy. Relatively speaking, the news about Xia Village that came afterwards was not known to everyone. Su Wenfang came to the wounded barracks and saw Shishi with messy hair, pale face and thin figure, and told him about Xia Village.

Shishi looked at him in a daze for a long time with his eyes open. After a while, he grabbed his clothes with his hands, lowered his body slightly, and started crying depressedly and violently. The thin body trembled and made a "whimper" sound, like bean sprouts that were about to fall down at any time, and tears fell like rain. Looking at this scene, Su Wenfang's eyes also turned red. He was running around the city for several days, also describing thinness, his face was full of stubble. After a while, he left here and continued to run for the prime minister's mansion.

In the imperial city, the ministers had gathered here to summarize the news from all sides, and were all happy. At this time, an old man named Qin Siyuan was talking about something bad in the hall.

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