Pishan is located in Luoyang City, Henan Province, also known as Beibi Mountain, located in the north of Luoshui, on the south bank of the Yellow River, belonging to the remaining veins of the Qinling Mountains and the branch veins of the Xiaoshan Mountains. It flows along the south bank of the Yellow River until it is near the left of Zhengzhou, with a total length of nearly 200 miles.

There is a saying in Luoyang that "born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, died and buried in the north", all because of the lush forests and beautiful scenery here, and it is hidden by the height. There is an ancient poem "There is little idle soil on the mountain in the north, and it is full of old tombs of Luoyang people". Because of the good feng shui, Beibi Mountain is the mausoleum of many emperors and magnates, Qin Prime Minister Lu Buwei, Southern Dynasty Chen Houzhu, Southern Tang Dynasty Li Houzhu, Western Jin Dynasty Sima Shi, Eastern Han Dynasty Guangwu Emperor, Han Xian Emperor and other 24 emperors, are buried here, and among them, large and small royal ministers, dignitaries and dignitaries of the mausoleum, a total of more than 1,000.

Snowflakes flakes, the earth is vast, in the valley at the southern foot of the Beibi Mountain, 7,000 loyal soldiers gather here.

Although the rangers of the Jin soldiers kept appearing along the way, because everyone changed into the armor of the Jin people who had been captured several times, and the sergeants who knew Khitan in the army covered up, there were no major flaws.

The Jurchen army attacked the city all the way, but there was no army stationed behind them. Everyone took advantage of the darkness to hide on the mountain, and although many people were so cold that their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and their legs and feet were numb, no one dared to complain.

On the way to the night, everyone captured a few Jin soldiers and prisoners, only to know that the Western Route army led by Wanyan Zonghan had crossed the Yellow River half a month ago, and Luoyang and Zhengzhou were also occupied by the Jurchen army led by Wanyan Lou Room and Wanyan Huonu father and son.

And Wanyan Lou's father and son, as well as Wanyan Xiyin, the right supervisor of the marshal's army, led 50,000 troops, and they were guarding outside Tongguan to prevent the king of the western army from coming from Shaanxi.

Wanyan Zonghan led an army of 70,000 and was already heading towards Bianjing, and it seemed that he was going to surround the entire Bianjing City with Wanyan Zongwang's army on the East Road.

Wang Song's heart tightened, it seems that history is still exactly the same as before, and the Jurchens are going to destroy the Great Song Dynasty this time.

It's ridiculous that those idiots in Tokyo City are still dreaming of land reparations!

After Yan Lou's room, the Jurchen god of war, Wang Song's spirits were lifted, and this time there were bloody battles, I am afraid it was inevitable.

The sky finally brightened, and I climbed high and looked at the two rivers of Yiluo, and I had a panoramic view. Wang Song looked down from the mountain, the walls were ruined, the eyes were full of devastation, and the corpses were all over the way, and groups of Jurchen rangers came and went on the official road, laughing and laughing, arrogant, and arrogant, which made people look at it with grief and indignation, but they were helpless.

"Fold the little lady, in this way, I'm afraid it's not so easy for us to enter Tokyo City!"

Wang Song looked at the Jurchen rangers who came and went like the wind on the official road below, and his face was solemn.

Zhi Yuexiu's eyes stared at the official road, her face was also solemn, and when she heard Wang Song's words, she nodded lightly.

"General Wang, I hurt you. Now it seems that it is not easy to save the thousands of people in this Bianjing City, as well as the Great Song Dynasty!"

"Fold the little lady, don't be discouraged, it's man-made!"

Wang Song looked at her cold red face, nodded and said, "You can rest assured, if you die, you will definitely do your best!"

Zheyuexiu looked at Wang Song, nodded and said, "If I can die on the battlefield, I will have no regrets in this life!"

"Then I can't bear it!"

Wang Song blurted out, and then quickly lowered his voice.

"Even if you want to die, I have to die first. In this life, if you can do some good things and be with your sweetheart, it's worth saying anything!"

Zhi Yuexiu looked at his solemn face, obviously from the heart, and couldn't help but say gloomily: "Why are you doing this?"

"I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on in my tears, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines."

Wang Song laughed softly: "I am a Hamlet-like tragic figure, and it is superfluous to live. I finally know that someone likes me, so I don't want to show it well!"

In front of him is nine deaths and one life, and when he says these words at this moment, he is also sincere.

Zhi Yuexiu was shocked in her heart, although she didn't understand some of what Wang Song said, she could also understand the meaning.

"I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on with tears in my eyes, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines......"

She was stunned, shook her head and said, "Wang Song, I didn't expect that you could hurt people in every word." It's a pity ......"

"It's a pity that you and I have no fate?"

Wang Song shook his head and said: "People's fate is in their own hands, and the future is dangerous.

"The order of my parents, the words of the matchmaker, I ...... again"

Zheyuexiu was full of bitterness, she didn't know what to say for a while, she was silent for a while, and just as she wanted to speak, footsteps sounded, and Zhang Xian and Li Yanxian walked over.

"The big officials, they have captured a few prisoners and tried them, the ambition of the Jurchens is self-evident, they want to drag the soldiers of the Western Army who came to King Qin, and the armies of the east and west converged and broke Bianjing. From this point of view, my Great Song Dynasty is really a disaster to destroy the country!"

Li Yanxian also said softly: "Great official, the current plan is to quickly open up the connection between Tongguan and Tokyo, so that the soldiers of King Qin's Western Army can quickly advance eastward, so that the siege of Tokyo can be relieved."

Before the troops were sent to Hedong, everyone never imagined that the situation on the south bank of the Yellow River would be so bad. The Jin people were so strong that the Great Song Dynasty was on the verge of destroying the country.

Everyone was also secretly amazed by Wang Song's unpredictable prophetic ability. It seems that this time I will go south, without going through a bloody battle, I am afraid that it will never be possible.

"The two brothers are right, opening up Tongguan and welcoming the Western Army into Gyeonggi is indeed the best policy!"

Wang Song said in a deep voice: "It's just that our army is too weak, with 7,000 righteous troops against 50,000 Jurchen elite soldiers, the other party is still guarding the pass, can our army have a chance of winning?"

The generals looked at each other, all bowed their heads, and everyone was silent.

"The key to the battle between the two armies is to annihilate the living forces of the other side, take advantage of the situation, and eliminate the advantages of the other, so that there is a slight chance of victory!"

At this time, there was no longer any collective effort, and the consideration of the three stinkers was his arbitrariness.

Everyone was in high spirits, and Li Yanxian hurriedly asked: "What do the big officials think, please just say it!"

Dong Ping's eyes also widened, and he said loudly: "Great official, hurry up and tell me your tricks, don't let the brothers guess!"

For a long time, everyone regarded Wang Song as a god, Wang Song just put forward an opinion, and everyone thought that he had a good plan to break the enemy.

"You really think I'm Zhuge Kongming!"

Wang Song shook his head and said with a wry smile: "To the west of Tongguan, the western army that came to King Qin has at least fifty or sixty thousand people. South of the Yellow River and around Gyeonggi, the number of rebels from all walks of life was also more than 100,000. The Jurchens were ferocious, and the Song army fled when they heard the wind, fearing the enemy like a tiger, so they all stopped and watched. As long as our army wins one or two battles, there will be many rebels who come to take refuge. The Jurchen army stationed east of Tongguan was worried about the enemy on its back, so it naturally withdrew. This is our chance!"

There are many mountains around Xijing, and he is not worried about fighting guerrilla warfare with the other side. In addition, he has firearms in hand, and he doesn't care about any kind of city.

Dong Ping shook his head and said, "Big official, I'm not afraid of fighting!" It's just that we don't know how the Jurchens were able to attack the garrisons around Henan Mansion and Xijing!"

"The answer lies in these Jurchen rangers!"

Wang Song pointed to the Jurchen rangers who came and went from time to time on the official road, and his face slowly became cold.

"These Jurchen rangers, who are responsible for patrolling and guarding, are arrogant, murderous and tyrannical. As for the answer, it's on them!"

Zhang Xian pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he said to Wang Song: "Big officials, villains have a strategy."

He leaned close to Wang Song's ear and whispered a few words.

Wang Song turned his head, his eyes fell on Zheyuexiu, and said with a smile: "Please also fold the little lady, accompany the brothers, and play a good show!"

Zhi Yuexiu saw that he seemed to be smiling, her face turned red, and she turned her head, muttering to herself in her heart, I don't know what tricks this guy can play.

The sun was gradually rising, and at some point, the snowflakes had stopped, and the winter sun had risen. Shine on people, warm.

From the bottom of the mountain, the north mountain is gloomy. The mountains are vast, boundless, the graves are numerous, the pines and cypresses are green, but it is a place of beauty.

And Jerodan was straddled on his horse, and was marching west with his companions. Since the Jurchen army crossed the south bank of the Yellow River, it was harassed by the Song rebels from time to time, which also made the number of patrols begin to increase.

This group of about 50 Jurchen rangers was ordered to patrol the north of Luoyang, and the rangers rotated once every half an hour, and if they found any situation, they would blow the horn as a warning.

Hearing the continuous wild laughter of the Jurchen knights, Yelu couldn't help frowning. Although Da Liao has perished, there is still a feeling of homeland in his heart.

Unlike the psychology of the upper-class scholars and doctors of the old Liao who borrowed gold to destroy the Song Dynasty, although Yelu Yan longed for the Central Plains culture, he did not hate the Song people very much, but did not have a good impression of the tyrannical and murderous Jurchens.

At the very least, the Song people did not annex his homeland, nor did they kill his comrades.

He was just a rough man in the army, riding horses and archery, fighting on the battlefield, and it was precisely because of his commendable courage that he was able to serve as the leader of this team.

Between the ridges, there are frozen and stiff corpses of the Song people everywhere, broken walls and ruins everywhere, traces of smoke and fire everywhere, the Jurchens go south, the Central Plains, it can be said that the poison is very deep.

Yelu Yan shook his head slightly, he followed the Jurchens to burn and loot, and he didn't know if this retribution would fall on him one day.

Suddenly, a woman's cry came from the hillside next to the official road. The Jurchen knights reined in their horses and looked up.

I saw a slender Song woman running up the hillside, crying as she ran. Behind the woman, a bare-handed Song man dressed as a civilian followed closely behind, shouting as he chased and told the woman to stop.

Yelu Yan is a Khitan who has been in Yandi for a long time, and he can hear clearly, it turns out that this is a quarreling young couple. The golden soldiers struck forward, trying to see clearly.

The young woman was running down the mountain path when she suddenly turned her head. The woman is tall, with a beautiful appearance, white skin and red skin, and a bumpy figure, and the Jurchen ranger can't help but look stunned.

Before Yelu could react, the Jurchen rangers were already whipping their horses, scrambling to be the first to chase them up the hillside.

"Dog's day, never take Lao Tzu in his eyes!"

Yelu woke up like a dream, and cursed hatefully in his mouth, and hurriedly followed, and all the knights followed.