In the first month, the days are short and the nights are long.

In the spring of the tenth year of Jian Shuo, the sky in Jin always seemed dim, the rain and snow no longer fell, and it was always hard to see clear skies. The curtain of war opened and then paused slightly, and everywhere there were people injured by the war.

The sight to come.

Suffocating cities, broken cities, displaced victims, and millions of troops have led to chaotic scenes everywhere. This chaotic scene is occasionally mixed with traces of the Spring Festival. This is how people are, even in the most difficult years.

When the Spring Festival approaches, some people will try their best to paste couplets in front of their doors and buy a pair of door gods to look forward to peace in the coming year.

It was still early, and near the small mountain village, the soldiers began to sharpen their knives, and the packhorses had enough to eat and drink, and loaded things on their backs. Black flags were flying on one side of the camp. After a while, the soldiers gathered together with serious expressions on their faces.

Then the army started silently.

Near the small mountain village, the roads and mountains were covered with thick snow. The army moved forward in the snow. The speed was not fast, but no one complained. After a while, the army disappeared like a long dragon among the snow-covered mountains.

middle.

The destination had been set long ago and dry food had been brought. That night, tens of thousands of troops rested in the snowy mountains without lighting a fire. They broke camp and continued to advance the next day.

There are also festive scenes of the New Year in Jurchen military camps. In a camp south of Vaud, Jurchen soldiers put on coats and felt hats, gathered while shouting at each other, and then left the camp to head south.

The scouts had been released. The next day, a small-scale fighting broke out along the route of the army, and then the scouts hurried back.

Shu Lie quickly galloped up the mountain, opened his telescope, and on the other side of the snow-white mountains, an army began to turn, and in a moment, a black military flag was raised.

The Jurchen army went straight towards the other side, setting up a war formation. The other side stopped. After that, the Jurchen army also slowly stopped. The two teams faced off for a moment. The black flags slowly retreated, and the speed of the artillery also retreated. Soon,

The two armies disappeared without a trace in the direction they came from. Only the scouts released to monitor the other's army reduced the intensity of the friction after nearly two hours.

…

This was a small episode that happened by chance during the Battle of Jindi. After the incident, it became dark and gradually lightened up again. This happened several times, but the snow-covered land still did not change its appearance. Hundreds of miles to the southwest, across

At the foot of the mountains, an endless stretch of small cloth bags appeared on the white ground, rising and falling, seemingly endless.

This is a military camp of unknown size, with the figures of soldiers appearing in it. Our vision is cruising forward, and there is a sound. The sound of drums, and then an unknown person makes a sonorous shout in the snow.

Old and vigorous, upbeat and upbeat.

"...the wild grass is so vast, and the poplar trees are also rustling!

Severe frost! Mid-September! Send me out of the suburbs."

What this voice shouted was an "Elegy" by Tao Yuanming. It was originally used when someone died, but the Jin tune was generous and tragic. At this time, the voice echoed in the white snowy sky, and it had a heroic spirit of facing the heaven and earth. The voice sounded.

Then, the drumbeat came again.

In front of the field of vision, there is a high platform with a forest of flags, and the high platform is also white. The sound of elegy continues to sound, and on the other side of the high platform is a large flat land. First, there are rows of corpses wrapped in white cloth, and then the queue of soldiers stretches out.

It spreads out endlessly. The red tassel in the hands of the soldiers is like blood, but the white silk dazzling on the arms. At the top of the high platform is King Tian Shi of Jin. He is wearing armor and a white scarf. His eyes are looking at the array below, and with that

Rows of corpses.

The memorial "Elegy" continued in the mouth of the old man in front of the high platform, until "Relatives or remnants of sorrow, others have also sung." Then "There is no way to die, the body is in the same mountain." The drum beats fell along with this voice,

Then someone sang a sacrificial song, describing the sacrifices made by the deceased in the face of the invading Huru, and then people lit a flame and burned the corpses in the heavy snow.

In Fenyang, a huge memorial ceremony is underway.

…

Fifty miles northwest of Waud County, the female main force camp is located.

The regular Jurchen army and baggage troops mobilized from Yanmen Pass, as well as the Han troops who surrendered one after another, gathered hundreds of thousands of people. Its scale is comparable to the largest city in this era, and it also has its own unique ecological circle. Beyond

Countless military camps, an area near the Chinese army

In front of the clearing, Wanyan Xiyin was holding tea, sitting on a chair and watching the fighting in the clearing in front. From time to time, a deputy came over to say something in his ear, or brought a document to him, Xiyin

With calm eyes, he looked at the competition and settled the matter in a few words.

The two people fighting in the open space both looked tall, but one was a Jurchen soldier, and the other was wearing Hanfu and had no armor, so he looked like a civilian. The Jurchen soldier was strong and strong, as strong as an ox, and they were just competing in martial arts.

However, it was obviously no match for the Han civilians. They were just like civilians. In fact, the calluses on the tiger's mouth were extremely thick, the reaction on the hands was quick, and the strength was also good. In a short period of time, the Jurchen soldier was knocked over several times.

The Jurchen soldier was fierce and brave. After losing several times, he spit out blood from his mouth. He stood up and shouted loudly, as if he had become fierce. Xiyin sat there and clapped his hands: "Okay, let's replace him."

He chose a Jurchen soldier, removed his armor and weapons, and went on the field again. Soon, the new soldier was knocked down by the opponent. Xiyin called a halt again and prepared to replace him. Both Jurchen warriors were defeated by the Han.

, the other soldiers who were watching were quite dissatisfied, and several soldiers who were very skilled in the army came forward. However, Xiyin was unmoved. After thinking about it, he ordered another soldier who was not outstanding in martial arts to go up.

The new Jurchen soldier consciously shouldered the honor and knew his own weight. This time, he did not dare to rush forward rashly. Instead, he tried his best to circle the opponent with skill and skill, hoping that the three consecutive games had exhausted the opponent a lot.

He tried his best. However, the Han man also showed his courage and pressed forward several times. With the wind in his hands, he beat the Jurchen soldiers and kept them flying away.

A kind of Jurchen who was watching cheered loudly and kept shouting and cursing. While they were fighting, a group of people came from outside the field. Everyone looked over and wanted to salute. The leader waved his hand, telling everyone not to move, in case they

The competition was disrupted. This man walked towards Xiyin. It was Wanyan Zonghan, the Jurchen marshal who returned from his daily patrol of the camp. He only glanced at the field a few times: "Who is this? He is good at martial arts."

"The man who came out of the Chinese Army is called Gao Chuan." Xi Yin's first sentence was shocking, and then he said, "I once served as a platoon leader in the Chinese Army and had more than thirty people under him."

"Oh?" Zong Han frowned, and looked at the competition more seriously this time, "With such skill, it is enough to be a plotter in our army. How did you get out?"

"He beat and scolded his subordinates." Xi Yin said, "I asked someone to investigate and found out that he probably beat and scolded his soldiers at will and refused to change his ways despite repeated admonitions. Later, he had a conflict with his superiors."

"This is offending someone." Zong Han smiled. At this time, the competition in front of him had already concluded. He stood up, raised his hand, and asked with a smile: "Gao Yongshi, were you a member of the Black Flag Army before?"

Gao Chuan knelt down and said, "Yes."

"Did you offend someone?"

Gao Chuan looked at Xi Yin, then at Zong Han, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The commander is wise..."

Most of the stories about offending people in this world are similar. Under Zong Han's question, Gao Chuan made a statement. Zong Han comforted him with a few words: "The Black Flag Army cannot know how to make good use of warriors like you. It can be seen that a sudden rise

, it will be difficult for you to last long, so you can work in our army with peace of mind, and you will have some fame..." Yun Yun.

After Zong Han opened his mouth, Xi Yin stopped talking. The two people, who were busy with everything, then left from here. Zong Han said: "Gu Shen seems to be disapproving of what I just said. I don't know why."

"Commander, what do you think of the combat strength of the Chinese army of more than 10,000 people in the north?"

"...If it weren't for the smaller number of people, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they are the only one that worries me. It's just that it's hard to say whether they can compare with the southwest branch."

"In the battle to defeat Li Xizhi, we cooperated with Wang Shanyue. In the battle of Linzhou, Wang Juyun attacked in front. Only Linhe'ao can show his outstanding combat power." Xiyin said, then shook his head.

With a smile, "Today, if I want to talk about the person who really gives me a headache, Mr. Ning from the southwest is ranked first. In the battle in the northwest, Lou Shi, I can't say no."

The Zongheng I was even broken in his hands, and now he has been driven to the mountains in the southwest, and the Central Plains is starting to fight. The most troublesome thing is this black flag. A few days ago, the speed of the artillery came face to face with the one on the other side.

Others say that being invincible is no longer a Jurchen. Hey, if it had been ten years earlier, who in the world would have dared to say such a thing..."

"Haha, the future is the time of the younger generation." Zong Han patted Xiyin, "You and I should solve these troubles for them before we leave. If you can be the enemy of the world's heroes, this life will not be in vain."

Xiyin nodded and smiled: "I'm just sorry that I never had a formal fight with Mr. Na Ning before. After the Northwest War, I learned about his skills and taught Wanyan Qingjue. I originally wanted to practice him before taking action against him.

He was caught before he was ready...

…In that battle in early December, Weisheng was stationed by people from the Black Flag Army. If they hadn’t intervened, Tian Shi would have died long ago. Alas, there were many fights. I fought with his disciples, and he fought with my disciples. Victory

It's no big deal if you lose, but it's a big loss of face if you lose..."

When he said this, he paused slightly: "The Chinese army is strict in military management. This is the handiwork of Mr. Na Ning. Military regulations stipulate that upper-level officials must not beat or scold lower-level soldiers in an 'insulting' nature. I have carefully read

However, during training and on the battlefield, accidental injuries and shouting and scolding are common. However, if officials treat soldiers

If there is an unequal view, it is extremely serious. In order to prevent this kind of situation, the Chinese military has military judges who are responsible for such matters. They may reflect on themselves or resign. This platoon leader surnamed Gao has strong martial arts skills and ruthless heart.

He is a strong general wherever he is, and if he beats, scolds or insults his subordinates, he will be fired."

"...Unequal?" Zong Han hesitated for a moment before asking this sentence. He could understand this adjective but not understand it. Jin people were divided into several grades, with Jurchens first, Bohai people second, and Khitans.

Third, the Han people in Liaodong are fourth, followed by the Han people in the south. And even if they come out

Naturally, there was "inequality" in the Jin Kingdom and the Wu Dynasty. Do scholars need to regard the mud-legged peasants as human beings? Some poor people who are ignorant of how to be paid as soldiers have poor brains and spend their whole lives saying

It didn't take more than a few words. Who said it was not normal for a general to hit and scold him at will?

Based on this, Wanyan Zonghan naturally understood what "equality" Xi Yin meant, but it was difficult to understand what equality was. A moment after he asked, Xi Yin nodded and confirmed: "Well, inequality."

"How can this be done?"

"So, the Chinese army has extremely strict military discipline. If your subordinates don't do something well, they can be beaten and scolded. If they are too contemptuous in their hearts, they will really fire them. Today's person, I asked repeatedly, was originally a subordinate of Zhu Biao.

people... Therefore, these ten thousand people should not be underestimated."

"I share the same robe with you." When Zong Han heard this, there was no longer a smile on his face. He put his hands behind his back and frowned. After walking for a while, he said: "Tian Shi's matter, you and I must not underestimate the enemy."

Xiyin stretched out his hand to touch his beard and nodded: "This fight shows that the Huaxia Army is meticulous in what they do secretly. However, even Ning Liheng must have some oversights in his meticulousness... Of course.

I had no choice but to go south to confirm these things. More than 10,000 people were too few after all..."

…

The cold wind blew a thousand miles away, and the winter in the north became even colder. The dripping water in Yunzhong Mansion once turned into ice. After the Spring Festival, although there was joy in the city, not many people were willing to go out.

Tang Minjie walked through the alleyway and met Lu Mingfang in a warm room. The battle situation and intelligence from the south had just been sent, and Tang Minjie also prepared news to deliver to the south. The two sat on the fire kang, led by Lu

Mingfang conveyed the message in a low voice.

"...The turmoil at the end of November seemed to have been prepared by Xiyin. After Tian Shi disappeared, he suddenly launched it and almost succeeded. However, Tian Shi walked out of the snowfield to join the brigade and stabilized the situation in the next few days.

Once the situation is over, Xiyin will have few chances to make a move..."

"...In this way, Tian Shi's party can be said to be scraping the bones to cure the poison. Although the internal losses are huge, at the beginning, Jin Wang's line was almost a weed, but now it has been pulled out, and the control of the troops is improved.
To be continued...