In Jin, the belated spring rain has already arrived.

The dark city was soaked in the water, and the smell of blood was smelling in the water. In the early morning, in the dark attic, You Hongzhuo applied the wound medicine to his shoulders. The pain came. He gritted his teeth and tried hard not to make any noise.

The long knife with a fine notch was placed in the reach of the legs.

The wound medicine was applied, the bandage was pulled up, and his clothes were tied. His fingers and teeth were trembling in the dark. The slight movement below the side of the attic was over, and a figure of Dao pushed open the door and came in.

"The fifth brother is dead..." The figure sat down on the side of the attic, "The person surnamed Cen was not found."

You Hongzhuo leaned against the wall without saying anything. There was only the night rain drizzling in the darkness on the other end of the wall. In such a quiet night, only the participants in it could feel the surging waves behind the night and countless dark tides were surging and accumulating.

After coming to Weisheng, what greeted You Hongzhuo was repeated and desperate battles. After Tian Shi's death was brewing, blood was splattered in the darkness of the city every day. The surrenders began to move in the light and in the dark. The passionate righteous men started the most primitive confrontation with him. Some were betrayed and some were cleaned up. In the process of choosing to take the team, there was a danger of life and death in every step.

The battle on the front line has begun. In order to pave the way for compromise and surrender, the lobbyists led by Liao Yiren talk about the situation not far from the north every day. They quickly surrounded Linzhou, and the black flag retreated without retreat, and the entire army would inevitably be wiped out.

But facing more than 30,000 Jurchen elites, the more than 10,000 black flags still fought.

They actually... have never retreated.

During the days of fighting, You Hongzhuo met some people, and some died during this period. That night they went to find a leader of the Cen, a leader of the Liao family, but were ambushed again. The man named Lao Wu, You Hongzhuo had a lot of impression of him as a thin and suspicious man. When he came back, he was covered in blood and was no longer able to do it.

Because of the injuries on his body, You Hongzhuo missed the action tonight, but he was not regretful. However, such night, dullness and depression, always makes people feel uncomfortable, and the man on the other side of the attic said a few more words.

"You said...how many people are on our side?"

"The black flag is everywhere, I don't know how long it can be dragged in Linzhou..."

No matter how long the battle in Linzhou lasts, facing more than 30,000 Jurchen elites, or even more than 200,000 Jurchen masters, 10,000 black flags, they can't get rid of them. In the past few days, private messages have been gathered, and all this is what they say.

The night is dark, and in the cold, people cannot see the way forward.

But You Hongzhuo closed his eyes and held the hilt of the knife, but no answer.

It is difficult to be a knife for a hundred times, but it is not easy to be aware of the mind. When he learned to use a knife, he first learned to adapt. However, with the guidance of the Zhao couple, he gradually dissolved this adaptation into an unchanging mind. In Mr. Zhao's teaching, Master Zhou once said that literati have rulers and martial artists have swords. His swords break through thorns and move forward. The darker the front, the more valuable the existence of this knife is.

Although he has never mentioned it to others in the past two years, he often thinks of that couple. In such darkness, the seniors must have used their swords to cut the road to this world. Just like Master Zhou and his dead companion today, these people exist or existed, You Hongzhuo understood what he should do.

He suddenly opened his eyes and pressed his long knife on his hand.

There was a noise in the dark night. The sound came from far to near, with a faint friction between gold and iron, and it was the army in the city. In such a fierce confrontation, the city moat of Weisheng City was divided into two sides, and no one knew when the other side would attack. The city moat running in the heavy rain carried fire, and soon, it ran past the front of this house.

What I went to was the direction of Tianji Palace.

"I'll go see."

You Hongzhuo's figure had already risen silently, rolled up a rain cloth, and slid out of the attic window like a loach. He ran on the roof, looking around in the heavy rain, and was sure that only the small group of soldiers were running over, so he felt relieved.

If a large group of soldiers flocked to Tianji Palace at this time, it might mean that a coup had begun, and at that time, they would all be involved in the battle.

And on such a night, the team of soldiers was so fast that they might mean... a message.

You Hongzhuo returned to the attic, leaned against the corner and fell silent, waiting for the night to pass. After his injuries stabilized, he joined the endless new round of fighting...

...

In the heavy night, the soldiers guarding the city walked through the gates of the Tianji Palace with muddy scouts.

The latest news on the Linzhou battlefield was heard at the first time. The scout crossed mountains and rivers, but broke his leg in the heavy rain and darkness that was coming. However, he still did not stop and arrived at Weisheng in the early morning of the tenth day of the lunar month.

This was the most urgent news. The scout chose the city gate controlled by Lou Shuwan, but due to the relatively serious injuries, the incoming person was depressed, and the generals and soldiers guarding the city were also a little scared. Thinking of the rumors in the city over the past two days, he was worried that the scout would bring the news that the black flag was defeated.

Lou Shuwan, dressed in clothes, arrived at the meeting hall immediately. She had just gone to bed and was about to go to bed, but in fact she blew out the lamp and could not close her eyes. The scout with broken legs was covered in rain and was still trembling when he passed through the open and cold Tianji Palace. He handed the letter he had with him to Lou Shuwan. When he told the news, everyone couldn't believe it, including the young defending general who was still holding him and was not even enough to go out.

"... The Chinese army was defeated in Linzhou City, and has defeated the attack of more than 30,000 Jurchen elites. The Jurchens were seriously injured, and the life and death of the sequel were uncertain. The army retreated twenty miles and was still retreating..."

"...what?" Lou Shuwan stood there, the cold wind outside the door blew in, and raised the hem of the black cloak behind her, and at this time she seemed to have heard an illusion. So the scout repeated again.

The same is true in the letter of the message.

"Why haven't the charcoal fire come yet? The medical officer, healing the wounds of this hero and setting up a residence for him." Her eyes were confused. She looked at the simple letter twice and looked confused. She had already spoken continuously and gave orders. The scout looked so weak. She looked at him, "Can you hold on? After bandaging, I want to hear you say in person... the situation in Linzhou... They said... it will take a long time to fight..."

For the superiors, the people should not have fully expressed their feelings, but at this moment, Lou Shuwan couldn't help but say it. In the battle of Linzhou, the fourth day of the lunar calendar sets, the sixth day of the lunar calendar arrives, and the seventh day of the lunar calendar is actually clear on the sixth day of the lunar calendar. Since the black flag has not left, if the sword cannot be retreated, then the Jurchens will never be able to retreat again. It is impossible to retreat calmly after a battle. Even if the winner is to be decided, 30,000 Jurchen elites will fight 10,000 black flags, and most people with brains can think of a rough idea.

It was the early morning of the tenth day of the lunar month. When such news suddenly came, Lou Shuwan couldn't help but think that this was a bad conspiracy. However, the identity of the scout was trustworthy.

"Can't hold on..." The scout forced himself to hold on and nodded, then said, "The female figure really won."

"...The Chinese army and Linzhou defenders took the initiative to attack and speed up the army..."

"...The fight was extremely tragic, but the frontal defeat of the magic speed..."

"... China has 12,000,000 defeated the Jurchen elites for 35,000. During this period, the Chinese army was dispersed and gathered again, gathered and dispersed again, but... the frontal defeat of the art of speed."

The medical officer came, and the scout was helped aside. The wind blew in. The cloak behind Lou Shuwan was shaking, making her figure look extremely thin, but she didn't feel the cold. She walked quietly to the desk and was silent for a long time: "Tell me the order..." She said this, but her voice was extremely low, and she did not issue any orders afterwards. Her thin face was tired eyes, and something dripped brightly in her eyes.

She shed two lines of tears, raised her head, her eyes becoming firm.

"Transfer my order"

The wind at night is getting cold, and Weisheng City is about to move.

...

The sky is getting brighter.

You Hongzhuo woke up from his sleep, and the horse team was running across the street outside.

The rain was still falling, and someone rang the gong from afar, shouting something.

He listened carefully.

Not long after, You Hongzhuo wore a straw raincoat and pushed the door out like others, walked up the street. In another adjacent house and in the opposite house, someone came out and asked, "...what did you say?"

"Linzhou good news, the Chinese army defeated the Jurchen army, and the Jurchen general's life and death are uncertain."

"Twenty thousand Chinese Army, together with more than 20,000 Linzhou defenders, defeated the Jurchen elite and bandit army, led by the Shuliu Shui, a total of more than 70,000. Linzhou won a great victory and killed Jurchen generals in the formation."

There were all kinds of sounds, and people rushed out of the room and rushed to the streets in the spring rain.

In the old house of Liao family in the suburbs, people were running in panic. Liao Yiren, with white hair, placed his palm on the table, and his lips trembled in intense emotions: "Impossible, the Jurchens have 35,000 elite soldiers, this is impossible... That woman is cheating!"

"Uncle, many people believed it. Someone from our side also sent a message... The second and third rooms are in a big mess and want to pack up and run away..."

"The army guarding the city has gathered. Wu Xiangyuan and the others have received the order. The woman is going to take the opportunity to take action... The news comes, I'm afraid that someone from below has already begun to rebel..."

"Silly, stupidly come to them, I will talk to them... The situation must be kept. The Jurchen army is led by Zong Han and Xiyin. We must fight at any time. If we can't defend the situation, we will die if we can't defend it."

Countless orders have been sent out with the Tianji Palace as the center, chaos is spreading, and contradictions are about to become sharp.

In the Tianji Palace, the maid Yuan Xiaoqiu walked into the room and quietly tied the curtains blown by the wind. When she passed by the bed, she saw that the female figure who had washed up had entered a sleep for the first time since these days. She held the quilt, her face was fair and thin, and the corners of her mouth were slightly stretched, as if she showed a smile.

This is the first time Yuan Xiaoqiu saw a girl's smile after she put down her burden.

She quietly left the room and pulled up the door. In the square outside, it was raining. A tall figure stood there on the towering city wall, staring at the scene outside the Tianji Palace, which was Shi Jin.

The clouds were still hazy, but it seemed that at the other end of the cloud, a ray of light broke through the clouds and fell down.

***************

That is a false light.

In the Jurchen camp, generals were gathering, and people were talking about the messages coming from the south. The battle report in Linzhou was so unexpected that even the Jurchen army thought they had encountered fake news at the first time.

"Maybe it was the scam of the inner demon." After receiving the message, the general Wanyan Saba pondered for a long time and came up with such a guess.

But soon after, the matter was confirmed to be true.

More information on details has also been gathered.

In the small tent, Wanyan Xiyin asked the Jurchen soldiers who had withdrawn from Linzhou one by one, and personally, for nearly a day. When Zonghan found him, he was silent like a stone.

"how?"

“…No fraud.”

“…”

"...More than 12,000 black flags, more than 20,000 Linzhou defenders, some of which were instigated by us. Shu Liesu was eager to attack the city, and the Black Flag Army chose to raid. Although Shu Liesu was eventually seriously injured, before he was seriously injured... Thirty-five thousand people were actually defeated against the 12,000 black flags. The situation was too chaotic, and the Han army was only used to make a big splash. The Black Flag Army was dispersed again and again, and the people on our side were also dispersed again and again..."

Xi Yin said these words calmly: "... After breaking up, they gathered together, and after they gathered together, they broke up again, but before Shu Liesu was seriously injured, 35,000 people were already on the verge of defeat. In other words, even if he was not seriously injured, this battle would be..."

He opened his mouth and did not say the last words, but Zong Han had already fully understood. He patted his old friend's shoulder: "For thirty years, the world has been swayed and countless battle formations. It is a bit sad when he gets old. However,... the skill is eager to win quickly and is exploited by loopholes. It is also true that the god of the valley, when this matter comes out, the people you arranged in the south will be scared, and the victorious little girl is probably laughing."

Xiyin also laughed: "The general has already made some trouble, so there is no need to laugh at me."

"Yes." Zong Han nodded.

"Going to the expedition tomorrow."

In the dim sky, the Jurchen camp was like a huge ant hole. The sound of flags and battles began to surge with the sound of rain in early spring.

When the conspiracy cannot continue, the truly huge war machine must wake up in advance.

Tian Shi was dead after all, and the division had already occurred. Even under the most difficult circumstances, the Chinese army, which had defeated the speed-speed army, had already been damaged in such a battle. This time, no one, including the entire Jin area, could stop the pace of this army's going south.

At the same time, the battle in Xuzhou began.

Spring thunder passes through the sky, and the heaven and earth are awakened.
Chapter completed!