At the beginning of the leap month in November of the first year of Jingkang, heavy snow fell and strong winds raged, enveloping the entire Bianjing City.

Unlike last year, when the Jin people went south, only the East Road army of Wanyan Zongwang besieged the city, the weather was cold and frozen, and today's cold air has penetrated into the hearts of everyone in Tokyo City, from the kings and scholars, down to the soldiers, the soldiers, and the people who led the car to sell pulp, all of them were cold and afraid, cold and afraid, there was no way to go to the sky, and there was no way to drill into the ground.

The blood of the Song people has long been drained by wine-colored wealth, camping and scooping, leaving only cowardice and selfishness, and a plate of loose sand.

The wolf-like, brutal and cunning Jurchens attacked from east to west, surrounding the city of Tokyo layer by layer. In Hebei, Hedong, and Gyeonggi provinces, Wang Shi was defeated one after another, the canal was blocked, and Tokyo City became an isolated city.

The fall of Taiyuan, the fall of Zhending, the fall of the Daimyofu, the fall of Huazhou, the fall of Xijing, the fall of Nanfu, more than 100,000 murderous and barbaric Jurchen troops, regiments surrounded Tokyo.

This time, everyone knows that the Jurchens are coming from the thousands of miles of the Great Song Dynasty, and they vow to destroy the Great Song Dynasty.

Despite the mourning edict issued by the Great Song Dynasty, there was no surprise in the war around Tokyo, and bad news continued to come. The Qinwang Wang Divisions in various places were blocked one by one on the periphery of Gyeonggi, and only Zhang Shuye's 13,000 troops broke through the siege and entered the Jingshi.

This is also the second time since the Jurchens besieged the Beijing Division, the only Qinwang division that entered Bianjing into the system, and Zhang Shuye was also given the title of Yankang Hall Bachelor and Senior Administration Hall Bachelor by the housekeeper, and was awarded the post of signing the Privy Council, entrusted with the important task of commanding the overall situation.

And those scholars and doctors who have tens of thousands of soldiers, except for a few who fight with their full names, the rest either flee from the wind, or do not advance, and stay and see.

The Great Song Dynasty has been raising scholars for a hundred years, but who knows that it is a "Ogie Yashi bullpen", with dirt everywhere and feces and urine.

In the final analysis, the initiator of today's predicament in the Great Song Dynasty was Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty.

Once Pandora's box is opened, disaster ensues, and after a hundred years of ills, it finally becomes a serious disease, terminally ill, and hopeless.

The Jin soldiers were in the city, and the Great Song Dynasty officials lacked confidence, so they gave the prime minister He Li the full power of war, defense, and peace. This champion scholar, like another scholar and grandson Fu, who is the second prime minister of the imperial history, pinned his hopes on the "Liujia Divine Soldier" of the scoundrel Guo Jing.

At the same time, the Great Song Dynasty court sent the privy envoy Feng Lu to Wanyan Zonghan's army to sue for peace, and the war was two-pronged, thinking that it was a double insurance, and the government decrees were different, and it was not the way to defend the city.

The official family was panicked and sad all day long, and the palace was naturally gloomy and gloomy, and there was no anger at all. The concubines and concubines of the harem, the emperors wash their faces with tears every day, and they can't live in fear.

In Genyue, the sound of angry scolding and noise kept coming, and the huge wooden beams were constantly torn off by the sergeants from the pavilions and pavilions. The Jin army closed the city and the canal was blocked, not only was there a shortage of food, meat and vegetables in the city, but even firewood and charcoal for heating the fire were also in short supply.

However, the soldiers destroyed the house and took wood for the defense of the city. After a bloody battle, the defensive equipment at the head of Tokyo City has also reached a critical point.

I don't know how Emperor Zhao Ji felt when he saw that he personally designed, exhausted the hearts of the people, and looted the people's fat and ointment to build strange mountains and stones, and the pavilions and pavilions were so ruthlessly ravaged?

Such as blood and remnants of the sun, the evening sunset, the end of the dynasty, the palace is ten thousand, desolate and desolate.

Bianliang City, which is happy on weekdays, busy with traffic, happy and neighing, and a prosperous and noisy scene, has lost the noise of the past and completely fell silent. The streets are deserted, the markets are depressed, and even in broad daylight, most of the shops are closed, for fear that the slippery and lowly people will take advantage of the opportunity to extort and poison their bodies

The people in the city wept all night, and the national fortune of the Great Song Dynasty came to an end. With the greed and ferocity of the Jurchens, I am afraid that Bianliang City will suffer a catastrophe this time, and it will inevitably affect humiliation.

In Bianjing City, the streets are full of people who are in a hurry and have returned home. Most of the shops are closed, the market is depressed, and the streets are full of debris and a mess. Several frozen corpses leaned against the eaves along the street, unheeded.

Due to the small number of soldiers and guards in the city defense, many of the soldiers and officials who originally patrolled the defense, including the guards of the Imperial City Division and the Imperial Palace Division, were rushed to the outer city wall to increase the defense.

In the southern section of Baokangmen Street, near Xuanhuamen, Fayun Temple is densely packed with homeless beggars, including hundreds of people. Most of the middle-aged monks in the monastery have fled, leaving only some old, weak, sick and remnants to survive.

Fortunately, these foreign tourists not only rented dozens of rooms in the temple and provided a large amount of food, otherwise the monks and beggars would have starved to death.

Since the siege of the city by the golden soldiers, the price of grain in the city has risen from 10 wen a liter of rice to 200 wen, and this is still priceless. There was a shortage of rice in the city, and the number of people who froze to death and starved to death gradually increased.

Therefore, today's Fayun Temple is simply a heaven-like existence, with food and drink, and is not afraid of outsiders playing tricks here.

The reason for this is that these men who provide rice and live in guest rooms are not vegetarians, they are all big-shouldered and round-waisted, and they are powerful, and no one dares to harass them, not to mention, they are also taken care of by the officials and soldiers in the city.

In a guest room in the east corner of Fayun Temple, a group of men were discussing something in a low voice while roasting a fire.

Outside the door of the guest room, two men stood straight and were on guard. The two of them ignored the cold outside, like trained sergeants.

"Official, you said that the big officials sent us to this Tokyo city, is it useful?"

A man's face was pale with cold, and he put his hand on the brazier, muttering under his voice as he roasted the fire.

Another sturdy man also answered: "Deng Daguan, what Dong Yuan said is that we have been here in Bianjing City for more than two months, and we are afraid all day long, and we are often interrogated and blackmailed by those dukes and sergeants, which makes us the same as Fanzi's meticulous work." I don't know what the big officials think?"

"I've told you many times that in our loyal army, there is only one big official, and there is no big official Deng!"

Deng Daguan finally spoke, his dark face was full of seriousness, his face was serious, and he said in a deep voice: "The big official must have his reason for doing this, this is a military order, who dares to disobey." Don't talk too much, otherwise military law will deal with it! ”

The official who spoke was Deng Shixiong, and the brothers of the Loyal and Righteous Army were sitting next to him.

Deng Shixiong also didn't understand, Wang Song asked him to lead his brothers to sneak into Tokyo City early before the Jurchen army went south, and lurked in this southern city, always paying attention to the movements of the Jurchens and Xuanhuamen when they attacked the city.

Once the Jurchens broke the city, Wang Song asked him to lead his subordinates to go up and help the Song army defend the city together.

Although he felt that Wang Song's military order was surprising, Deng Shixiong still led his subordinates to enter Tokyo City in batches before the Jin people besieged the city.

Deng Shixiong gave Wang Song's letter to the seriously ill breeder Dao, originally thought that the old breeder guild would hesitate to shirk it, who knew that the seriously ill old man didn't say a word, so he asked his nephew to go down to arrange and provide all kinds of convenience.

Deng Shixiong and others were arranged to live in Fayun Temple, and it is said that the abbot of the temple had some friendship with the planter. He also sent people to bring armor, swords, guns, and weapons, and asked the soldiers patrolling the streets to take care of them.

Although within a few days, the old breed died of illness, but Deng Shixiong and others still stayed in Tokyo smoothly, and this stay was more than a month.

"Big brother, why don't you let us go directly to help the officials and soldiers defend the city, wouldn't it be much more convenient?"

Deng Hu walked around the room restlessly, shaking his head from time to time, as if pondering Wang Song's words.

"Call you stupid, you still don't believe it!"

Deng Wu stood up, his face full of sarcasm, "Let's go and help defend the city, do you know where we are assigned?" Even if we get to Xuanhuamen, and the turbans order us to withdraw, will you withdraw?"

"Deng Wu is right, these turbans are all human heads and pig brains, and what they do is stupid!"

Another general of the rebel army shook his head and said: "Li Zheng, the official of the south wall of Xuanhua Gate, this guy drinks wine and tea on the city tower all day long, plays the piano and composes poems, and Fanzi fills in the moat, this guy is stunned and doesn't do anything!"

Deng Wu hated and said: "It's good to be a straight lady and thief!" I heard from the Yanei that Li Zhen, the old boy, was demoted. Now that Bachelor Zhang is guarding Xuanhuamen, it may be better. ”

"What a fart!"

Another general replied indignantly: "Bachelor Zhang is not listening to Sun Fu and He Li. You can break the enemy with this practice, and I don't know how such a person can become the prime minister, it seems that the Great Song Dynasty is really going to end!"

The door was opened with a "clang", and Chong Yan strode in, with snowflakes on his head and body, and everyone in the room stood up.

Chong Yan's face turned red, and he said loudly in a few faces: "Brother Deng, Guo Jing's magic stick really led people to Xuanhua Gate, and it looks like he is about to go to the altar!"

"The great officials are really like gods!"

Deng Shixiong was both shocked and admired, he slapped the table hard, and said loudly: "These nerds who don't know soldiers are really stupid to believe in the magic stick!"

Chong Yan hurriedly said: "Brother Deng, what should you do, you have an idea!"

Deng Shixiong said in a deep voice: "Don't be anxious in the Yanei, the Xuanhua Gate will be broken, and the fans will attack the city wall, which is a foregone conclusion." I'll take my brothers first, and you bring my brothers from the Western Army, and then I'll come to help. ”

He lifted the long knife and said loudly: "Pass the order, gather in the courtyard, and go to Xuanhuamen to kill Fanzi!"

He said goodbye and left, and immediately, a shrill whistle sounded in the temple, and the roars of several men also sounded: "Dressed neatly, gather in the courtyard!"

Countless men in armor and with swords and guns in their hands ran out of the houses and began to assemble in the courtyard.

The beggars and refugees in the temple watched in amazement, unaware of what was happening.

A neat and tidy array was formed in the courtyard, with long spears like a forest, solemn and neat, and the momentum was clear.

Deng Shixiong looked at the brothers in front of him, the snowflakes flying in the sky, and muttered to himself in his heart, I don't know where Wang Song's army has gone?