Daimyo's Mansion, Li Gu Town, Wei County, the sun rises, and the endless wheat fields are swaying with the wind, rippling blue waves, and it is gratifying.

Shi Laohan squatted on the edge of his field, looking at the ears of wheat that were growing well in front of him, and Lao Huai was relieved. This year's harvest will be good, and there should be no shortage of food rations for the coming year.

Since the old marshal Zongze came to the Daimyo's Mansion, he has built water conservancy, dug ditches and reclaimed wasteland, and got a large number of cultivated cattle and seeds, and raised private farmland, which has restored some vitality to the land of the Daimyo's Mansion.

It's just that seeing the endless stream of refugees on the official road and the Song soldiers patrolling back and forth, Shi Laohan felt uneasy in his heart.

I heard that Fanzi has hit the northwest bank of the water, and he will go south at any time, and the Daimyo's Mansion will fight again and again, and I don't know if it's true or not.

Shi Laohan is already over the age of sixteen, and it is the last years of the wind and candle, I just hope that the family will be safe and sound, and he will live the last few years in peace. The world is not good, the war is full of disasters, and Fanzi burns and loots, killing people like hemp, which makes him worry about the family inexplicably.

"Taiweng, why does it seem that there is a big horse coming in front of you?"

Five-year-old grandson Goudan, pointing to the official road in the distance, said curiously.

"Oh?"

Shi Laohan raised his head and looked south. He was in his 70s, deaf and deaf, and could only hear the sound of horses' hooves rolling in the distance, but he didn't know what was going on.

"Run, Fanzi is here!"

Suddenly, there was chaos on the official road, and countless people cried forward. They panicked and panicked, and they scurried around, and some of them ran to the middle of the wheat field, hoping to escape by covering the field with wheat.

Shi Laohan's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly pushed his grandson into the wheat field next to him, and said loudly: "Dog, listen to Taiweng, no matter what happens, don't come out, you know?"

Without waiting for his grandson to answer, Shi Laohan pressed his grandson's head, asked him to squat, turned around by himself, and stood next to the official road.

The dog was too frightened to make a sound, hiding in the wheat field, and shrunk into a ball.

As soon as Shi Laohan turned his head, a feather arrow roared, and with a "poof" sound, it shot into his chest, and he stumbled and fell into the ditch next to the official road.

The Jurchen cavalry rushed over like a whirlwind, feathered arrows flew everywhere, and one by one the Song people either fell on the official road or fell in the wheat field.

Han'er, who followed up, began to pick up the burdens and other things of the deceased of the Song people, and groped for the deceased one by one.

The Jurchen knights came all over the mountains, and the narrow official roads could no longer squeeze them, so they beat their horses into the wheat fields one after another, and began to ride their horses forward.

Some Jurchen cavalry passed by the place where the dog was hiding, and found a Song child, and laughed loudly together.

A Jurchen knight stepped forward, drew his sword, and cut down the wheat around the dog's egg, completely exposing the dog's egg and a small tuft of wheat.

The dog Dan protected his face with his arms, and he didn't dare to look out or move.

The Jurchen knights beat their horses and passed by the dog, as if no one was paying attention to him anymore.

Feeling that there was no one around, Goudan stood up, looked around, and saw his grandfather who had fallen into the ditch and was dying, and he bent down and was about to run forward.

Old Man Shi was angry and saw his grandson walking towards him. He wanted to raise his hand to stop his grandson, but he couldn't muster his strength.

A feather arrow "poofed" and shot into the dog's vest, and the dog's eyes were wide open, and he lay down in the wheat field.

Two cloudy tears flowed out of the corners of Shi Laohan's eyes, he couldn't breathe anymore, his eyes widened, motionless, and his gaze was still in the direction of his grandson.

The smoke and dust rose on the official road, boundless, and the Jurchen soldiers all over the mountains came from the north. The flag is waving, the iron horse is like a dragon, the military appearance is neat and solemn, and the momentum is terrifying.

The Jurchen army marched all the way to the northern city of the Daimyo's Mansion, but did not stop, but went all the way, crossed the western wall, and camped five miles outside the south gate of the Daimyo's Mansion.

"Fanzi, this is to block the back road for our retreat south!"

On the southern wall of the Daimyo's Mansion, watching the Jurchen army coming in streams. Zhang Jun, deputy envoy of Hebei Xuanfu, and Yue Fei, the commander of the command, both had heavy faces.

Originally, the Jin soldiers had already besieged the Daimyo's Mansion, and with such a new force, the situation of the Daimyo's Mansion was precarious.

Dong Xian snorted coldly. The Daimyofu also had tens of thousands of soldiers. Seeing the Jin people, they were timid before fighting, and the following is how the sergeant can raise his spirit.

I heard that the imperial court was going to move south, but I don't know if it's true or not. Rumors spread in the army, which seemed to have something to do with the incident.

Yue Fei's face was hideous, and he said hatefully: "Fanzi is so cruel and unkind, he has taken pity on the thousands of innocent people in my Great Song Dynasty. Zhang Xianggong, it's better to let the lower officials go out of the city to rush and kill for a while, and extinguish the prestige of these fans!"

"Yue is in control, and you must not make your own claims."

Zhang Jun shook his head and said, "The imperial court is negotiating peace with the Jin people. At this critical juncture, it is better not to make extraneous branches, so as not to spoil the great plan of the imperial court. ”

This Zhang Jun is not Zhang Jun. This Zhang Jun is the deputy envoy of Hebei Xuanfu, and he is indeed a scholar and doctor.

Zhang Jun, the deputy envoy of Xuanfu in Hedong, was born as a low-level military general, and King Qin emerged in the first year of Jingkang. Both of them are now important ministers of the Great Song Dynasty, but they are indeed different.

"Isn't the big plan just the compensation for the land cut? The imperial court doesn't know what's going on, looking ahead and looking back, if we really cede the two rivers, wouldn't we defend the city for the Jin people, it's ridiculous!"

Niu Tong walked over from the side, his face full of sarcasm.

Although Niu Tong, Dong Xian and others also served as generals of the First Army in the Hebei Loyal and Righteous Army, they had no right to speak, let alone coordinate the whole army.

Even the commander of the army like Yue Fei was suppressed to the point of losing power, not to mention the old Wang Song who had a lower position.

In the Hebei Loyal and Righteous Army, Wang Song's life and death are still covered by clouds and fog. Wang Song was seriously injured and has been recuperating, the Hebei Loyal and Righteous Army is tepid, and Wang Song is too lazy to let people know about his existence.

With a highly respected and loyal person like Zong Ze in charge, and battlefield generals like Yue Fei and Dong Xian, the Hebei Loyal and Righteous Army really has nothing for Wang Song to worry about.

"Niu Tong, don't bewitch the crowd with false words, incite the soldiers, and coerce the military."

Zhang Jun shouted angrily: "The court and the Jin peace are naturally in trouble, do you need a small martial artist to weigh the pros and cons." Don't go down quickly!"

Niu Tong blushed, and was about to refute, but Yue Fei pointed to the city and said loudly:

"Zhang Xianggong, the court and Jin are in agreement, but I won't mention it later. Now that the Jin people are about to attack the city, we can't give the city to others. ”

Zhang Jun glared at Yue Fei coldly, and then at the generals next to him, feeling extremely annoyed.

"Order the whole army, all the soldiers, immediately go to the city wall to resist the enemy! This marshal sits in the center of the government, if there is any hostile situation, come and report it quickly!"

Zhang Juntie blushed, gave a military order, and walked away.

Yue Fei nodded, and loudly ordered to go, and the city was busy when it was interrupted.

Peace talks are not fought on the battlefield yet.

Looking at the golden soldiers coming like a tide outside the city, Yue Fei roared loudly.

"The whole army is ready to fight!"

The stone thrower was raised, and huge stones flew in the sky and struck the city. Stone chips are splashing and dusty. The Song soldiers who couldn't dodge were smashed into a blur of flesh and blood, even if the boulder was grazed, the Song soldiers were broken and their bones were broken, and screams rang out one after another.

"Fucking steady! Wounded brothers carried down, artillery bombardment!"

Dong Xian shouted loudly, hoarse.

"Puffy", white smoke constantly rises on the southern wall of the Daimyo's Mansion. The heavily armored Jin soldiers and the Song people who came here all fell to the ground screaming one after another, several stone throwers broke open, and the surrounding Jin soldiers were swept away.

Wanyan Zongfu rode on a horse, standing on a high ground, and the drums behind him "all passed" non-stop. The golden soldiers all over the mountains and fields hit the city wall in the distance like a raging flood.

Wanyan Zongfu, the Jurchen name is Liduo, the minister of the Jin clan, the third son of Jin Taizu Wanyan Aguda, and the third brother of Wanyan Zongwang. Wanyan Agu beat all the sons of the general Rong brigade, Wanyan Zongfu is strategizing, many times led troops south to attack the Song Dynasty, in the second year of Jingkang, broke the Song Dynasty generals tens of thousands of soldiers in Le'an, and made a lot of achievements.

The shouting of killing was earth-shattering, the feather arrows galloped, covering the sky and the sun, there were constantly Jin soldiers falling to the ground in the run, and Song soldiers constantly falling from the city wall. You come and go, dead and wounded.

"Marshal, the artillery of the Song soldiers is particularly powerful, and there is also a sky-shaking thunder, and the Han'er have suffered heavy casualties!"

Countless long ladders were erected on the city wall, and Wanyan Zongfu's face did not change, and he issued a military order.

"Dong Cai, let our artillery and grenadiers also go up, and let Song Gou taste our awesomeness."

Once upon a time, how could the Jurchens have such a scale of battle, thousands of people were already huge, and like today, thousands of troops and horses, all over the mountains and fields, boundless.

Under the city wall, countless Song people held on to the long ladder, and the Jin soldiers covered their heads with shields and quickly climbed to the city.

Endless sassal wood, rolling stones, and hot oil tumbled down from the city, and one after another the smoking hands shook the sky and thundered into the crowd below the city.

Countless Song people and Jin soldiers were shrouded in smoke and dust.

This is the price of war, there is no warmth, only life and death.

"Pong! Ponto!"

The sound of artillery kept ranging, but it was the artillery at the head of the city that was aimed at the golden army goose cart that was slowly coming in front. The iron balls flew, and the group attacked it, and one by one the goose carts were smashed to pieces, and the golden soldiers in the car and behind them suffered heavy casualties, and they scattered in all directions.

The losses in front are heavy, and the ones behind are still rolling forward.

"Straight mothers and thieves, how come the Jurchens also have artillery and grenades, it can't be that Wang Song sold them to the Jurchens, right?"

Seeing that several Song soldiers next to him were killed and injured by the grenades of the Jin people, Chen Guang was furious and scolded loudly.

"Maybe Wang Song's subordinates voted for the Jurchens, and the Jurchens made firearms."

Wang Gui said lukewarmly.

"You two pickled things, if you want to spray feces again, Lao Tzu will cut off your dog's head!"

Niu Tong's face turned red and he scolded.

Chen Guang's face was bloody, and he said angrily: "You stinky bastard, don't you want to taste grandpa's spear!"

Dong Xian said coldly: "Just you, you are not the opponent of the grandfathers." You insulted the prince of the king, but no one bullied the loyal army? ”

But there is no one to deceive the loyal rebels?

Chen Guang was stunned for a long time, avoided Dong Xian's gaze, and hissed: "Dong Xian, I didn't insult Wang Xianggong, you don't want to spew blood!"

Dong Xian replied coldly: "People are doing it, and the sky is watching." You want your fifth brother Yue to take over the Hebei Loyal and Righteous Army, but he was helplessly taken by the imperial court. Wang Xianggong promoted you and Wang Gui to Weimo, and regarded them as brothers. His old man is really blind, and he can't turn a blind eye! ”

Chen Guang was speechless, his face was flushed, and he could no longer speak.

Wang Gui was on the side and said softly: "The Hebei Loyal and Righteous Army is not Wang Xianggong's. Besides, Wang Xianggong is dead, and it is common for Master Chen to have this thought......"

Before Wang Gui's words fell, Niu Tong had already scolded angrily on the side.

"Wang Gui, you pickled thing, if it weren't for Wang Xianggong, you wouldn't be as good as a dog, and you still have your face barking here. What a shame!"

Wang Guitie's face turned blue, and just about to refute, Xu Qing frowned and said, "Don't quarrel, save some effort." The Jin people have already come up, let's kill the Jin people first and then quarrel. ”

Several people glared at each other and turned their heads away.