Jingyang Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, there is Songxi River in front of the village, which flows through the Taihang Mountain Canyon from west to east, and flows into Hebei from the east of the river.

This was originally a military stronghold garrisoned by the Song army, but it seems that it has also been abandoned. When everyone went up to the stockade, they found that there were still bedding and a little grain in the soldiers' barracks in the stockade, but they had been ruined by snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Zhang Heng said hatefully: "I can't imagine that the military discipline of the imperial court is so erosive. Before Fanzi arrived, he had already fled from the wind, which is really hateful!"

Dong Ping also shook his head and said: "The Great Song Chengping has been in the Song Dynasty for a long time, and the voice of the soldiers has not been heard here for a hundred years. These soldiers are used to being comfortable on weekdays, and the Jin soldiers came and did not surrender, which is already counted!"

The soldiers and generals have been eroded to this point, and the court does not know how to fight hard and make great efforts, but only knows how to blindly cooperate. But they didn't know that the Jurchens were like wolves and tigers, insatiable, and insatiable.

The imperial court represses literature and suppresses martial arts, fearing the enemy like a tiger, and in the face of this fierce and ferocious barbarian clan, it can only bring about its own destruction.

"Send scouts to investigate, if there is no abnormality, tomorrow the army will be pacified."

Wang Songchuan ordered to go and let the soldiers be on guard and rest.

In his sleep, Wang Song seemed to have returned to his hometown in the countryside, and he was still the same thin child as he was at the beginning. Two bastards from the village came to fight with him, and he was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, and his head was covered with dust.

Later, only the father's rough beating of him, the mother's whispered crying, and the sister's frightened little face were left.

Suddenly, Zhao Liangdong's hideous face was revealed again, he pointed a gun at his head, widened his eyes, and said viciously: "Boy, don't move, otherwise don't blame Lao Tzu for turning his face!"

Wang Song woke up from his sleep all of a sudden, his face was covered with sweat, and only then did he realize that his clothes were soaked.

He was so preoccupied that when he saw the dark sky outside, he couldn't sleep anymore in a state of confusion, so he simply washed his face, put on his clothes, and went out of the room.

The fresh and cold air in the mountains made Wang Song feel refreshed. He paced outside a few times and stopped.

He looked at the sergeant stationed under the eaves and asked, "What time is it?"

When he came to this time and space, what he couldn't adapt to was the inconvenience of checking time and not having a clock. However, the army has its own hourglass, and Wang Song doesn't have to worry about the timer.

The sergeant replied respectfully: "Back to the senior official, it has been the fourth watch, and it should be almost dawn!"

Wang Song nodded and said, "You guys go down and rest, I'll go out for a walk by myself, I don't have to follow!"

Hedong and Hebei are so erosive, what is the use of a team of thousands of people? If the seed master is attacked by the golden man on both sides, what can he do?

If you want to turn the tide, you must have enough strength. With the thousands of earth-shattering thunders he brought, it was far from enough to resist the thousands of troops and horses of the Jurchens.

Do you really want to throw all your three or four thousand brothers in this land east of the river?

For the first time, Wang Song had fear and fear.

In the case of the overall situation, he is not reconciled, and he does not want to leave his thousands of brothers here, what he wants is to accumulate strength, fight hard, kill and injure the Jurchens more and more, and prevent the tragedy of Jingkang's shame.

If they can't resist the wolf-like Jurchens, with their own more than 3,000 righteous troops, can they go to heaven and earth and do anything?

Last time, I worked hard and saved the seed master in Killing Xiongling, what can I do, the Jurchen army is not still going south, Taiyuan City is not still breached, and the people of the Song Dynasty are not still slaughtered, and they want to cry without tears!

"This ......"

Wang Song hesitated, and even had some thoughts of leading his troops away immediately. He took his nerve and forced himself to calm down.

In the Pingding Army, Jing Cheng, and the Seed Division, he couldn't take care of anything, and he didn't have the ability to save the common people. Now, he misses his brother Wang Qing. I hope he is safe and secure, flees back to Henan Mansion, and takes care of his mother.

He wanted to lead his brother back and plan carefully to see how he could prevent the Jurchen soldiers from breaking through Bianliang and how to stop this great change in history.

I don't know, Deng Shixiong and the others, have they already entered Tokyo City?

Thinking of those scholars and doctors in history who had not achieved enough and had more than enough failures, Wang Song's brows furrowed again.

"I don't see the south for a long time, and I slander the north group. One hand on the spot, after all, I will be returned. The self-smiling Han envoy is like a foreign river, and it still only flows east. And the return to the dome to worship, once to Gao Street.

The capital of Yao, the soil of Shun, the seal of Yu. In the middle of the should be, a half shameful minister. Thousands of miles are as bloody as promised, the eternal heroic spirit is here, and the majestic time passes. Why does Hu Yun have to ask, Heri is from the middle. ”

Unconsciously, Wang Song recited this song of Chen Liang in the Southern Song Dynasty.

Why does Hu Yun have to ask, Heri is from the middle. As long as you are not afraid of hardships and dangers, cross the Xiongguan Mandao, and catch up, there will be a day when the Han Dynasty will be clear.

"A good one" is as bloody as a promise, the eternal heroic soul is here, and the majestic time passes", the big officials are loyal to the country, loyal and filial piety is commendable, and the little woman is deeply admired!"

I don't know when, Zhiyuexiu came out of the darkness dressed in black.

"It's just that the capital of Yao, the land of Shun, the seal of Yu, is as fishy as promised, are the big officials too pessimistic? Although Fanzi is powerful, I, the people of the Song Dynasty, will definitely kill the captives to serve the country and fight against the Jin people. ”

Wang Song shook his head and said with a wry smile: "You can think about it, but the people of the Great Song Dynasty are sluggish, the government is corrupt, and there are no heavy troops in the local area, I am afraid that it will be much easier for the Jin people to go south and conquer the city."

"The big officials are full of things and can't help themselves, are they worried about continuing to go north or south?

The folding moon is like autumn water, as if it can see through people's hearts. Although her voice was soft, there was an indescribable firmness in her words.

"From the point of view of the slave family, the Jurchens broke through the Pingding Army and Jingcheng Pass, only in the evening. It is also a foregone conclusion that the Jurchen army will go south and watch the city of Tokyo. Why don't the big officials withdraw their troops and go south, leave a useful body, and fight the Jurchens to the end?"

Wang Song was secretly shocked in his heart. Zheyuexiu is too smart and can always guess what is on her mind, but it seems that she is still too emotional to hide her thoughts.

Wang Song nodded and said: "The little lady has a blue heart, which is rare in the world, and I admire it so much." In this way, tomorrow I will inform the army that Ke will set out, cross the river south, and fight to the death with the Jurchens just outside this Bianliang City!"

Zhe Yuexiu bowed slightly, and said softly: "I will also go south with the big officials to fight against the thieves!"

Wang Song hesitated: "It's just that he left like this, but how to find Ling Zun's whereabouts." Isn't it too shameful to agree to fold the little lady?"

"Compared to the life and death of thousands of rebels, my father is insignificant. I don't want to risk my brothers' lives to throw moths into the fire. Official, you underestimate me too much!"

Zhi Yuexiu's face turned pale, and she shook her head and said: "If you can have a bloody battle with Fanzi and die on the battlefield, my father will be happy to learn about it in the future!"

"Why bother with death!"

Wang Song was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but persuade: "The ants are still stealing, and Ling Zun's whereabouts are unknown, you should still hold on to your useful body and wait for the reunion of father and daughter."

Thinking of the fate of the Zhejia army in history, Wang Song continued: "Fold the little lady, if the expectation is good, after the Jurchen army has a decisive battle in Bianjing, the next step will be to fight in the three states outside the river. Among the Western Army, the Seed Family, the Yao Family, and the Folding Family have all suffered heavy losses. After we go south, you can leave a letter and send it to Ling Zuweng, protect your family, and strictly prevent the Jurchen army from attacking. ”

Zhe Yuexiu nodded and said, "Thank you for reminding me, I will solve this matter in the future."

Now that the Jin people have captured Taiyuan, it is not appropriate for her to let Wang Song lead the righteous army north.

The two of them were speechless for a while, staring at the east, and the sky was already white. Mountains and rivers landforms, all of which are in the bottom of the eye, the vegetation is abundant, and the pines and cypresses are ginseng.

After a long time, Wang Song said: "Fold the little lady, let's go south this time, what are you going to do?" Do you want to stay in Bianjing City, or do you want to go back to Fuzhou?"

Zheyuexiu said resolutely: "The slave family has already said that they will go south with the big officials and fight to the death with Fanzi in Tokyo City, as for whether they will return to Fuzhou or not, they will make another plan when they turn back!"

Seeing the slender back of Zhiyue Xiuchen, Wang Song fell in love for a while, and under impulse, he blurted out: "Folding little lady, don't you have half affection for me?"

All along, he wanted to open her mouth to let her go south with him, but he never said it. Zheyuexiu has already promised to be married, and he is still just a white man in the rivers and lakes, and there are too many things between the two.

Tonight, with no one around, he finally spoke.

"Are you really interested in me?"

Zhi Yuexiu's eyes were red, her body trembled slightly, she wanted to refuse the other party, but for some reason, she couldn't say anything.

"Daguan, you and I have no fate, I ......"

Wang Song stepped forward, hugged Zheyuexiu in his arms, reached out to unveil her, and kissed her on the lips.

Orizuki Xiu was wrapped around his strong arm, and a man's scent hit. In her preoccupation, her lips were sealed.

The tentacle was cold, Wang Song increased his strength, and the woman's lips gradually became soft. Wang Song moved, and was about to continue to exert force, but his face "snapped" and was beaten.

"Great officials, you, you and I are destined. I've already promised someone, I can't be sorry......"

Zheyuexiu took a few steps back, her expression was in a trance, and tears were falling.

"You saved me several times, on Luoyang Road, on the night of Hedong, I ...... I can't repay your kindness in this life, only in the next life. ”

"I don't want this life, only this life!"

Wang Song shook his head and said in a low voice: "Zheyuexiu, life is short, I am willing to fly with you in the future, this life is not in vain, if it is ......"

"No, yes!"

Wang Song still wanted to step forward, but Zhe Yuexiu stretched out his hand and shook it: "Great official, please respect yourself, don't pester me, who has a marriage contract!"

Wang Song stood still, wanting to say something more, but he was stuck in his throat and couldn't spit it out.

At this moment, he realized that he was still the same as in his previous life, boring and boring, and he was always an ignorant person in this emotional matter.

Zhi Yuexiu saw that Wang Song's face was pale, and she couldn't help but feel bitter in her heart and shed tears.

She is married, if she has a relationship with Wang Song, wouldn't it make people laugh and become a sinner in the Zhe and Fan families?