Sixty miles northeast of Fuping County, Jinsu Mountain, pines and cypresses are towering to the sky, and the forest ravines are beautiful. Jinsu Mountain is not tall, but it is close to the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi in the north, overlooking the Guanzhong Plain in the south, standing on it, the land of Jingzhao Mansion is in full view, and it is unobstructed.

Jinsu Mountain is rich in vegetation, rich in products, there are many animals, the mountain is also rich in Chinese medicinal materials, and especially Bupleurum and natural ginseng are more, the residents along the mountain, mostly to hunt and dig medicine to subsidize the family.

After Yan Lou Room raided Shaanxi, burned, killed and looted along the way, entered Shaanxi from Hezhong Mansion, and the Fuping area bore the brunt. In addition, Guanzhong suffered from drought, food was scarce, and the people were hungry and cold, so they fled from the famine one after another, and the ten rooms were empty. Those who are reluctant to leave, many people hide in the Jinsu Mountain, picking wild fruits, digging wild vegetables and weeds, and gnawing tree bark to satisfy their hunger.

On the top of Jinsu Mountain, there is a high temple built in the Tang Dynasty, which is used for worshipping children. During the Taiping period, the people who came to offer incense and beg for children were endless, and it was a lively place on the mountain.

The bolt hides in the mountains, hunting spearfish during the day, looking for wild fruits and vegetables, and resting in this high temple at night, avoiding wind, frost, rain and snow, and soldiers and bandits.

He has no choice, now that there is a constant war under this mountain, if he is not careful, he may be killed by rebels or bandits.

Early this morning, he was woken up hungry and had to get up. It's winter, it's hard to find food such as wild fruits, and the animals have run to other mountain dens. Plug thought to himself, maybe he should find a new place.

Out of the door of the ancestral hall, I climbed up along the mountain beam, walked for more than an hour, and came to the dense forest of Nanshan. Finding nothing to eat along the way, the plug was already hungry, and he struggled to climb a high slope overgrown with dead grass, looking out for the terrain around him.

Ascending to the heights, the air is fresh, the breeze is blowing, and the plug is refreshed. He looked south, and he could see it all over the place.

Suddenly, he let out a "huh". I didn't come to the south of the mountain for a few days, and the bottom of the mountain was full of dense tents, like mushrooms after rain. And in the south of the camp, hundreds of thousands of troops are fighting fiercely to the death.

The bolt suddenly forgot the hunger in his belly, and quickly found a place with a wide field of vision and no branches to obstruct him, climbed down, and looked towards the great battlefield where the two armies were fighting at the foot of the mountain.

The explosion of "Tongtong" earth-shattering thunder, the roar of "Pengpeng" artillery, the angry scolding, screaming, and crying of the soldiers; the mournful sound of horses; The clashing of weapons. Corpses everywhere, blood everywhere, mutilated limbs everywhere, swords, guns and arrows everywhere, artillery and iron bullets scattered everywhere......

Looking at the white blades and blood, the festival of death has never been Gu Xun! Countless men of the Western Army have succeeded one after another, sacrificed their lives to the country, and in the end, it was only a success, and the Great Song Dynasty court still had to cut the land after all.

The soldiers of the Western Army faced the iron cavalry of the Jin people, and faced the battle without any scruples, they relied on the earth-shaking thunder and artillery to fight to the death with the other party, layer by layer of soldiers fell, and groups of soldiers rushed up again, and the battle was extremely tragic.

The layers of corpses have been piled up into dozens of hills on the wasteland, and the front lines of the two armies have been repeatedly stretched.

The soldier's blood had stained the ground red and gathered into a trickle, flowing everywhere from high to low, and the blood could soak the entire ankle when stepped on from the lowest

The battle was fierce, the war was stalemate, one side was unstoppable, and the other side was struggling to support. Although the Song soldiers suffered heavy casualties, they fought to the death and did not retreat, and at the same time, they were also killing and wounding a large number of Jin soldiers!

This is also the biggest variable since the emergence of firearms, the Jin people and iron cavalry no longer occupy an absolute advantage, every time it comes to a critical juncture, the Song people will always use artillery and earth-shaking thunder to form a block, to curb the attack of the Jurchen cavalry.

But the mobility of the Jurchen cavalry was too strong. The Song army always had to pay a huge price to repel the onslaught of the Jurchen cavalry again and again.

The bloody battle has not yet retreated, and it is not easy for the Western Army.

A team of more than 1,000 Song cavalry was intercepted by the Jin people in front of the formation, the Jin people set up an ambush according to the danger, flanked the front and back, the iron cavalry charged, the feather arrows galloped, and the Song army was killed. The bloodstains and mutilated limbs all over the ground, as well as the provocative massacre of the Jin people, stunned many Song troops and demoralized.

When the sun set and the tired birds returned to their nests, the golden people retreated, and the battlefield like a hell finally quieted down. As night fell, the flags blown by the bitter northwest wind were ringing, and the air was filled with the smell of a great war, and a fierce battle of unprecedented scale was about to begin.

In the barracks, blazing torches were lit and illuminated the inside as if it were day. Outside the soldiers' tents, the muzzles of the cannons were facing outward, like the open mouth of a beast, ready to devour everything at any time.

In the camp of the Huanqing Army of the Song Army, and in the big tent of Zhao Zhe, the envoy of the Huanqing Army, the charcoal fire is blazing at the moment, and it is as warm as spring. Zhao Zhe and his subordinate officers are celebrating today's hard-won victory.

The staggered selection, the wine and the food, everyone was drinking, their faces were red, and their emotions were also high.

"Chun Niang, Rou Nu, you two also go to dance a song, and also cheer up the brothers!"

The two slender soldiers in armor saluted Zhao Zhe, took off their armor and helmets, revealing the close-fitting tulle inside, but it turned out to be Chu Chu's moving daughter.

The army fought a decisive battle, and it was strictly forbidden to carry women. This Zhao Zhe is carrying private work, when, the cultivation of this spiritual life must keep pace with the times.

"Brethren, drink, drink!"

Zhao Zhe picked up the wine glass and raised it falsely, and the generals next to him all picked up the wine glass and drank it all one after another.

"Xianggong, this time is a strong soldier and a strong horse, after a few days of fighting, we have suffered countless casualties!"

"Yes! Fanzi's cavalry is too powerful, and the brothers have suffered heavy casualties, this Zhang Jun really doesn't treat the brothers as people! ”

The subordinates complained one after another, and Zhao Zhe's triangular eyes widened, and the fierce light appeared.

"If you can't beat it, it's a big deal for Lao Tzu to withdraw his troops! If you want Lao Tzu to be a backer, you really want to be a fool!"

"That's what Xiang Gong said! Come, come, eat, eat!"

The generals next to him raised their glasses together, and everyone drank and laughed, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

The guy Luo San brought a plate of roast mutton up, and his eyes greedily lingered for a moment on the graceful dancing of the two women, and then he reluctantly and respectfully withdrew from the tent.

Seeing that there was no one around, Luo Sancai spit on the ground fiercely, and said in a low voice: "Straight mother thief, a group of dog-like things, I don't know what kind of life is going down there!"

In the camp, most of the soldiers were already exhausted, and they didn't even bother to take off their armor, so they fell asleep. After a day of bloody battles, both physically and psychologically, it has reached its limit.

In a wounded barracks at the back of the tent, the ground was uneven, and in many places, withered white weeds could be seen everywhere. The ground was muddy, with blood stains everywhere, and dirty, bloodstained strips of cloth were thrown everywhere.

On the bamboo mats, lying all over the place, there were soldiers with different injuries, and their miserable conditions were different, and the screams and moans could not be suppressed. The few military doctors were sweating profusely, but how could they deal with hundreds or thousands of wounded soldiers!

Many of the seriously wounded groaned weakly, their eyes full of despair. All they can do at this moment is to stay here quietly and wait for death. In the past few days, there have been 50 or 60 wounded soldiers who have died by suicide alone.

Even those military doctors passed by, they just shook their heads helplessly, and they didn't stop.

There are so many wounded in this battalion that they need to deal with!

As for the corpses of the dead soldiers on the battlefield, they were only lying on the wilderness under the dark night, cold, miserable, and miserable, no one to collect them, nothing

People take care of it.

The Song army did not dare to go out to recover the corpses of their comrades, because they were afraid that the Jin people would take the opportunity to sneak attack, suffer heavy casualties, and even lead to an attack on the camp. The Jin people were because most of the people who died on the battlefield were Han'er foot soldiers, so they had no time to pay attention to it.

Fortunately, it was winter, the temperature was extremely low, and the corpses were not afraid to stay on the position. In the summer, the corpses will decompose quickly, which may cause plague in the army.

At night, there are only a few lone stars in the sky, everything on the ground is blurry, and the sky and the earth are shrouded in night.

In the darkness, there was a dead silence on the corpse-strewn battlefield, with corpses piled up and blood on the ground.

Suddenly, in the darkness, to the north of the battle position of the two armies, many black shadows began to move on the pile of corpses, and a few startled mice quickly fled into the distance.

The bolt groped on a corpse, and accidentally touched a few hard things, and I couldn't help but feel happy in my heart. He took the small pieces he touched, piece after piece, bit them in his mouth, and then put them in his arms and hid them.

"Straight lady thief, today's luck is good, and I found silver!"

The plug muttered inside his stomach and touched forward again.

After looking for a long time, the plug was a little frustrated, and he didn't find anything to eat. This is a confrontation between the two armies, and they both have won a big victory, so the soldiers will naturally not carry these burdens and go into battle to fight.

The bolt did not dare to move forward, and reflexively touched backwards. Suddenly, a hand grasped him tightly.

The fingers were cold, vigorous and powerful, and the bolt was about to scream, but he reacted and swallowed the voice back into his stomach. This is the battle between the two armies!

"Brother, save ...... Save me! I...... It's Song ...... Soldiers!"

Hearing the other party's weak words, it was obviously dying. The plug came back to his senses. He stammered and whispered, "Brother, are you Song Bing?" I'm just a refugee, how can I help you?"

Song Bing could barely move, he trembled and took out something and handed it to the bolt, his voice almost inaudible.

"Brother...... Brother, I'm ...... It's called Yaozhong, Jingzhao Mansion...... People from Weiqiao Town, you give ...... I'm ...... Knife, give a ...... Joyfully. I'm just ...... Thank...... You!"

The bolt was taken aback, and hesitated in a low voice: "Why don't I save you out, but what if you are discovered by the golden dog?" Or you wait, tomorrow your companions will come to your rescue!"

"Wait...... No...... It's over!"

Those words just now seemed to take all of Song Bing's strength, and after a while, he struggled to say these words.

Song Bing let go of the hand that grabbed the bolt, he was already dying, and muttered to himself: "Front...... Faces have ...... Dead Horse, Double ...... Broken leg, give me a ...... Pleasure ......"

Song Bing was angry, and the sound of mosquitoes flying out of his words. The bolt was frightened, he kowtowed a few times, and left the unconscious Song Bing.

Looking at what Song Bing pointed at, he really touched a dead horse with a blown belly. Overjoyed, the plug signaled a bird's call.

In the darkness, five or six figures quickly surrounded them, all of whom were nearby villagers who had taken refuge on the mountain, and they had gone down the mountain together to look for loot. Several men quickly removed the horse's internal organs, took out ropes and tied the horse's hooves, threaded them with long sticks, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and stumbled towards the mountain to the north.

When they reached a safe place, they stopped to rest. Looking at the battlefield just now, everyone was happy.

This horse is at least more than 300 catties, enough for everyone to eat for a while.

The plug was quite uneasy in his heart. He looked behind him, and there was a dead silence on the battlefield, shrouded in darkness. The Song soldier just now, I'm afraid he is already dead.

How cruel and helpless should he be alone, lying in this wasteland full of blood and corpses, waiting for death in despair?