On the mountain road at the northern foot of Taihang Mountain, the scorching sun is scorching, the tall trees and cicadas are singing, and a large group of people and horses are rushing forward.

There was no enthusiastic oath, and there was no inspiring agitation speech, a bowl of soju was drunk, no one could drop the bowl, just wipe his mouth, clench the weapon in his hand, 4,000 people and horses, out of the Daxiao field in Licheng County, along the mountain road in the Taihang Mountain, to the south.

The scouts in the army have been scattered far away, and they are all men who are strong in martial arts and can mount horses and shoot horses. Moreover, in the southeast of the river, at the western foot of Taihang Mountain, it is still far from the control of the Jurchens, and everyone's mood is naturally not so nervous.

All the way forward, there are not only the beautiful scenery of the mountains arching green, flowing springs and blue pools, but also the solemn scene of green trees and deep leaves. Although there are many traces of manual logging, in general, the primeval forest is a hundred times stronger than that of later generations!

Li Yanxian sat on a rock, sweating profusely. He picked up the kettle and poured it vigorously for a few sips, and the irritability in his heart was suppressed for a few minutes.

He didn't expect that just one night later, he would be promoted from the capital to the battalion commander. As far as he knew, he was the only newcomer in the command of ten battalions of the left and right armies, and the other nine were all old brothers under Wang Song's subordinates.

Li Yanxian turned his head and asked Zhu Tian next to him, "Zhu Dutou, have the brothers who went out to inspect come back?"

Zhu Tiandao: "Commander Li, the brothers have been out for more than an hour, it should be almost, why don't the villains send someone to take a look?"

Before Zhu Tian's words fell, several figures in front of him had already jumped into view, and then two people ran to him.

"Commander Li, a group of fans were found at the foot of the mountain, resting, there are about 300 people, what do you think we should do?"

After the emaciated young man finished speaking, he wiped a handful of sweat from his head.

"Fanzi?"

Li Yanxian was taken aback, he looked at the sun through the gap in the leaves, and said categorically: "We are the scouts of the former army, and the army is at least an hour or two away from us. Let's go over and see what the situation is, and then make a decision!"

Li Yanxian left a team of people to go back to report, and a team of people answered, and he led the other brothers forward, and the group soon came to the halfway up the mountain.

Li Yanxian asked his subordinates to hide their bodies, pushed aside the grass by themselves, and looked down.

At the foot of the mountain, in the flat valley, a pair of Jurchen cavalry were resting by the river. The men were divided into six piles, each with about 50 men, some of whom were heavily armoured and others in light armour, and their weapons were placed beside them, including spears about a foot long, and maces and flails with two wooden clubs and hoops, one long and one short, connected by iron chains in the middle.

The Jurchen war horses were tied to dozens of trees on the side, and a few Jurchen soldiers were feeding the horses. Several Jurchen soldiers armed with spears were patrolling the perimeter.

Along the river, there were six or seven carts piled high with pockets, which seemed to be the grain that these Jurchens had plundered.

Not far from a few piles of Jurchens, there were about 100 Song people squatting on the ground, most of them young women, but also some Song men, and it was not known where these Jurchens had plundered them.

The young women are all tied with their hands, and the men are not only bound with their hands, but all of them are strung with a thick rope, presumably for fear of escape.

The rebels walked through a turquoise hillside jungle, with strange rocks and ravines in front of them, but there were some desolate scenes, just like northern Shaanxi in later generations.

"Big official, I see you and Deng Shixiong muttering for a long time, what is going on?" Dong Ping's white face was flushed, and his forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat.

Wang Song wiped a handful of sweat and said in a deep voice: "I asked him to continue recruiting troops and horses, and then lead his brothers to Tokyo City, where there is something that needs him." ”

Dong Ping shook his head, not knowing what happened to Deng Shixiong going to Tokyo City. It's just that Wang Song doesn't say it, and he won't ask. Deng Shixiong, this kid is down-to-earth, and his work is reassuring.

"Big Tiger, where are you from?" Seeing that everyone was moving forward silently, but Lin Dahu was humming an unknown tune in his mouth, Wang Song couldn't help but feel moved.

Lin Dahu hurriedly spit out the grass branch in his mouth, and went up and replied: "The big official, the villain's ancestor was a soldier of Suide in northern Shaanxi, and later in Hebei, he has been working in the capital for generations, and he can be regarded as a thief with the army for a lifetime."

"Thieves with troops, Suide army!"

Wang Song smiled, glanced at Zhiyuexiu, who was following behind him, bowing his head and trying to move forward, and said loudly: "Big Tiger, then you will definitely sing the folk songs of northern Shaanxi!"

Lin Dahu was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "Big officials, the little ones can only hum a few vulgar tunes, what kind of folk songs in northern Shaanxi, but they can't!"

Zhi Yuexiu just lowered her head and walked forward, as if she hadn't heard the conversation between Wang Song and Lin Dahu.

Wang Song looked at the vertical and horizontal ditches and bumps in front of him, a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, let go of his voice, and sang:

"Sheep diarrhea hand towel, three blues,

It's easy for us to meet, but it's hard to talk

One on the mountain, the other in the ditch,

We can't pull that talk, oops, beckon

I see the village, I don't see the people,

I'm tearful and my eggs are thrown in the wormwood forest!"

The desolate and loud, rugged and high-pitched Shaanxi folk songs roared, resounding through the mountains and forests, and the soldiers were in high spirits, all excited by the simple singing.

Zheyuexiu's heart trembled suddenly, how can there be such a good-sounding "folk song" that speaks to the bottom of people's hearts?

Could it be that this Wang Song has been to northern Shaanxi or the three states outside the river, seen the ditches and ditches there, or Wang Songguan Guan Ju dove, what is he hinting at her?

Lin Dahu shook his head, and said in his mouth: "Big official, the villain really hasn't heard any folk songs like this, but it's still very good, you can teach everyone again!"

Wang Song didn't know that the folk songs he sang in northern Shaanxi were born after northern Shaanxi was completely barren and desertified, and it was only three or four hundred years old from later generations.

In this era, due to overdevelopment, the large number of forts was built, and the grassland area was greatly reduced. Coupled with the cold climate, the nomads in a high-pressure state moved south, which made the already devastated northern Shaanxi region even worse, and the natural environment was devastated. Deforestation and extensive destruction of vegetation have exacerbated soil erosion.

But in any case, it has not yet reached the desolate scene of yellow sand and ravines in later generations, and naturally there is no soil for the birth of this kind of folk song.

Hearing Lin Dahu's words, Wang Song couldn't help but shake his head regretfully and said: "The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, the so-called one person, on the water side, it seems that the men in northern Shaanxi are still singing things from thousands of years of poetry!" But I don't know if there are any good folk songs in this Hedong?"

Zhang Heng shook his head on the side and said: "Big official, this small song villain in Hedong has heard some folk songs or something, and the villain is lonely and unheard."

Lin Dahu said on the side: "If Xianggong knows any Hedong tunes or folk songs, sing them and listen to them, you should relieve your boredom!"

The officers next to him also coaxed, and Zhe Yuexiu also stopped and raised her head to look at Wang Song.

Wang Song nodded and said with a smile: "Then I will be ugly, I can't sing well, don't blame everyone!"

Zheyuexiu secretly "hummed" in her heart, not knowing what amazing words this guy would come up with.

Wang Song glanced at the masked Zheyuexiu, cleared his throat, stood on a high rock, and began to sing the famous Hedong folk song "Go to the West Exit":

"Brother, you go to the west exit,

Little sister I can't stay,

Hand in hand by brother's hand,

Send my brother to the gate.

Brother, you go out of the village,

Little sister, I have a word to leave,

Walk at the mouth of the great road,

There are many people and horses to relieve sorrows.

Pulling my brother's sleeve tightly,

Tears flowed down my belly......"

From the middle of the Ming Dynasty to the early years of the Republic of China, in more than 400 years, countless people from Shanxi and Hebei left their hometowns, opening up the economic and cultural passage between the hinterland of the Central Plains and the Mongolian steppe, and driving the prosperity and development of the northern region.

"Hequ Baodezhou, ten years and nine years do not collect, men go outside, women dig wild vegetables." "Going to the West Exit" is a poignant history of immigration, on this road, countless poor people full of hope have died, countless families have died, and how many people have continued to move forward with hope.

The popular Shanxi folk song "Go to the West Exit" expresses the love of men and women, the feelings of parting and the bitterness of life, and opens a magnificent page in the history of immigration with a poignant singing voice, full of the vicissitudes of the times.

Before the crowd could react from that high-pitched, soulful voice, Wang Song had already sung another famous folk song:

"Sister, you boldly go forward

Go forward, don't look back

The road to heaven is nine thousand nine hundred

Nine thousand nine hundred and nine

Sister, you boldly go forward

Go forward, don't look back

Since then

You erect that red embroidered building

Sprinkled with red hydrangea

It hit me in the head

I'll have a pot with you

Red sorghum wine

Red sorghum wine, hey ......"

Lin Dahu asked suspiciously: "Daguan, what kind of wine is this sorghum wine, is it red yeast wine?"

In this era, there was no sorghum wine. Wang Song thought for a moment and replied: "This sorghum wine is a good wine purer than soju. When some families marry their daughters, they will brew some of these good wines themselves as a dowry for their daughters. ”

Lin Dahu couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and said yearningly: "No wonder the red embroidery building was set up, throwing red hydrangeas, the little lady beckoned relatives, such wine must be delicious!"

Li Xiaochun also quipped on the side: "Big Tiger, I don't know which little lady will be unlucky and marry you, an alcoholic!"

Zhang Heng also smiled: "I begged the lady, and I have wine to drink!" If you don't have military exploits, where will the money come from?"

Lin Dahu's face turned red and said, "Brother Zhang, if you have any combat achievements, you will know on the battlefield when the time comes, you just wait and see!"

Everyone was laughing together, but Zheyuexiu blushed for half a point. How is this Wang Song not ashamed at all, he can sing such an explicit and sullen tune!

What kind of ghost wine is that red sorghum wine, is it really so delicious, is it really a dowry when her daughter gets married?

"You set up the red embroidery building, throwing red hydrangeas, hitting my head......"

On the mountain beam, the soldiers who were originally silent and sullen also sang loudly with Wang Song, and even the little lady joined in softly.

The contagion of the group is huge, and she is just a young girl.

Seeing Wang Song's eyes, she panicked, and couldn't help lowering her head to join the crowd of rebels who were hurrying away.