The sky is not yet bright, the rivers and mountains have not yet revealed their original faces, everything is hazy, clouds and mountains are foggy.

Five miles south of the city of the Daimyo's Mansion, on the bank of the Yongjiqu River, in a shallow bay with abundant water and grass, under a few torches, more than a dozen "slaves" in ragged clothes, bald and thin, with a few slender braids hanging from the back of their heads, were laboriously scooping up water from the river and pouring it into the wooden barrels next to them.

This place is not far from Lidu Town, it is a ferry port outside the West City, usually moored cargo ships, there is originally a market town, restaurants and song shops, shops and woodlands, very lively.

Since the Jin people besieged the Daimyo's Mansion, it was also razed to the ground by a fire, and it became a riverside wasteland with fragrant grass.

"Brother Niu, while it's not dawning, there's no one on the left and right anyway, why don't we escape?"

Seeing that there was no one around, a thin and short young man, with a whip mark on his face that had not yet scabbed, whispered to a young man with a tiger's back next to him.

"Erhu, where to escape?"

Da Niu looked around, shook his head, and whispered, "Don't say if we can escape." Even if you escape, the more than 200 villagers in the camp will be subjected to Zhulian, and they will all be executed by the Jurchen horses, do you dare to do this?"

Another middle-aged man also whispered: "Second Tiger, how can the water in the canal be so big, how can you swim through?" Running along both banks, you will soon be caught up by the Jurchen cavalry, and then it will be more uncomfortable than death. Huzi, you're going to die of this heart!"

The second tiger burst into tears and choked up.

"Brother Big Niu, Uncle Ergou, I can't stand it anymore. If this continues, in a few days, I will die at their hands. ”

Da Niu looked at the dark surroundings, put the bucket on the ground, and said in a low voice: "God of the straight lady thief, these people are scourging the villagers, burning, killing and looting, and they will not die well." It's not that there is no opportunity, but everyone must seize it when the time comes. ”

Erhu stopped sobbing, and Ergou asked urgently on the side: "Da Niu, what is the way to escape, you can say it quickly!"

The big bull looked around and said in a low voice, "If you can steal some wood, tie it into a raft, and go down the river, maybe you will have a life."

Erhu shook his head and said: "Fanzi is very strict, once it is discovered, it will be a dead end." This won't work!"

When everyone heard Erhu's words, they all hung their heads in frustration.

"It's better than waiting here to die. It depends on whether Fanzi will let us go after entering the city. ”

Da Niu's words gave everyone a glimmer of hope. The Jin people entered the Daimyo's Mansion, and if they were in a good mood, they might be able to save their lives.

"Those officers and soldiers have already walked several times, and I don't know if they are finished."

"These dogs, bullying the people, fleeing as soon as they fight, what kind of officers and soldiers are dogs!"

"If you want me to say, the official family is not a thing, not to mention taking the throne of his son, and running away to the south with a smoke, leaving us here! What kind of emperor is a dog day! Eat!"

Everyone was angry, there was a lot of discussion, and the voice was a little loud, and the big bull hurriedly whispered to dissuade him.

"The voice is quieter, let Fanzi hear it, and everyone will have to suffer at that time!"

The crowd continued to work, and the bull's eyes swept over the river. I saw that it was hazy above, and there were many dark shadows floating over, as if a ship had rowed over.

When they got closer, everyone could see clearly, and sure enough, they were all ships, and they were all sergeants with solemn faces and armor.

Erhu was about to scream, but Da Niu reacted quickly, covered his mouth, and shouted in a low voice: "Are you stupid, hurry up and extinguish the torch!"

Before everyone could extinguish the torches, dozens of men came out of the surrounding aquatic plants, all with dark faces, all with bows and arrows, knives and guns, and surrounded Da Niu and others.

"If you don't want to die, don't speak, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Hearing that the other party was speaking Song dialect, Da Niu and the others were all pleasantly surprised. Mistake

unexpectedly ran into the official army of the Great Song Dynasty.

"Don't do it, general! The villains are all Song people, not Jin people. The little people were taken as slaves by the Jin people, and now they burn fires in the camp to get water, and do some coolies. ”

Da Niu touched his bald head, embarrassed: "General, look, this is all just shaved by Fanzi."

The leading officer stepped forward to take a look, breathed a sigh of relief, and relieved. He put the knife back into the scabbard and asked in a low voice, "Are you really the people of the Song Dynasty?"

Everyone nodded again and again, and Da Niu said in a low voice: "The villains are all Song people, all the people of the Daimyo Mansion, and they were captured by the Jin people here. Dare to ask where the general is, are you here to kill the fanzi and save me? ”

Everyone was excited. These Song soldiers are all fierce, and everyone is fierce and fierce, and they don't seem to be showy.

The officer nodded and whispered, "Don't be afraid. We are loyal and righteous troops, subordinates of Wang Song and Wang Xianggong. Since you are in the camp of the Jin people, there is no need to go back, our army will attack the Jin people immediately. Tell me about the camp of the golden men. ”

Da Niu and the others were overjoyed. Da Niu said respectfully: "It turned out to be Wang Xianggong's subordinates, now everyone is saved!"

The officer nodded, looked at Da Niu and the others, frowned and said:

"I'll cut off all the braids on your heads, and we, General Li, can't see these things the most."

Everyone nodded again and again, and everyone was relieved, this time, it can be regarded as saved.

"General, please save the folks in the camp!"

"Hold on, things will be settled soon!"

The officer returned to the ship with Da Niu and the others, and Li Yanxian was waiting on the ship. Seeing the Jurchen "hairstyle" of Da Niu and others, Li Yanxian immediately frowned.

"Under the control of Li, the southwest is the Jurchen Fanzi military camp, and the southeast is some other Fanzi, two miles away from the river; In the middle were Song slaves of three or four thousand; The entire north side is a camp of Han'er foot soldiers. ”

Li Yanxian asked about the stationing of the Jin Bing camp, and immediately issued a military order, and the soldiers on the ship began to act one after another.

"The hateful fanzi, sure enough, the people of the Song Dynasty are caught in the middle, and the Han is at the front of the position, and the two act as cannon fodder together. Brothers, light the torches and bombard Fanzi's cavalry camp first!"

He looked at Da Niu and the others, and said in a deep voice:

"Let Li Si come, won't he shave his head, shave their heads, and look at the diaphragm!"

Li Yanxian's military order was issued, many torches were lit on the boat, and two long dragons were formed on the river, dotted with stars, and it was beautiful in the dark night.

Groups of sergeants, ships after ships were in the right direction, guns were straightened out, and gunners were scrambling to reload their ammunition.

Da Niu took a cursory look, and on the side of each ship, there were about 4-5 such round pipes, so that these sixty or seventy ships were at least two or three hundred.

But I don't know, what can such a round pipe do?

"You, stop looking, it's your turn!"

Li Si held a razor in his hand and pulled the big bull looking at the river back from meditation.

Torches lit up on the river, and there was a commotion in the Jurchen camp, with constant fighting. The golden soldiers on the arrow tower noticed the situation on the river and began to scream loudly.

"General Li, the artillery ammunition has been loaded, please give the order."

Li Yanxian looked at the gray and white sky, and in the Jurchen camp, there were many torches, obviously the Jin people had been alarmed.

"First of all, the solid bullet was aimed at the cavalry camp in the south, and then it was ten rounds first."

This was the first time he had been in command of the battlefield since he returned from Tokyo City. He didn't fight with Jin Bing for a long time, but he had some excitement and anticipation.

"You guys, cover your ears with your hands and open your mouths, don't be shocked into deafness!"

Erhu and his party hurriedly did so, squatting on the deck, and everyone covered their ears tightly.

In the camp of the Jin Army, in the darkness and unknown, Huang Qianshan, who was full of black face and pale fingers, was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, bald and braided, and he was a Jurchen. By the light of the torches, he was holding a bundle of straw and tending to the horses in the stable.

On that day, he led his troops to escape from the city of Zhaozhou, but he was pursued by a team of Jurchen knights. The soldiers dispersed, and he panicked and hid, only to escape the catastrophe.

Feeling that the official uniform on his body was too ostentatious, he abandoned his war horse, casually picked up the clothes of the Song people on the dead man on the official road, sandwiched it among the refugees, and fled all the way south.

When he arrived at the realm of the Daimyo's Mansion, the Heavenly Father was not beautiful, and Wanyan Zongfu's subordinates plundered everywhere, and he was not spared, so he was captured as a slave.

In the past month, Huang Qianshan is worse than death, and he is in pain. How could he, who has been well-fed and pampered for many years, withstand such inhuman torture?

Not to mention that his hair was shaved to look like a Jurchen, every day before dawn, he got up from the pigsty-like shack, tired all day and night, his whole body was sore and painful, his hands were full of blood blisters, his nails were broken, and there was still dirt inside.

During the day, it is either two bowls of thin vegetable porridge or a black and hard baked cake, which can only be swallowed by chewing hard. When he was working, he had to be whipped by the Jurchens at every turn, and when he was working and resting in the pigsty-like tent, he had to endure the punches and kicks of the bullies, as well as the smell of sweat and feet.

How could he endure such a devastation with his drunkenness and extravagance, he repeatedly identified himself to the Jin people, but was ridiculed and ruthlessly whipped by the Jin people.

Wanyan Sosuke didn't bother to see him at all. The news of the death of Wanyan Yanmu and Yelu Ma Wu and others reached Wanyan Zongfu's ears, which made him even more furious, if it weren't for this heavy rain, he would have waved his troops north to attack Handan.

The Song army of the Daimyo Mansion was reluctant to withdraw and let the Jurchens enter the city, which made Wanyan Zongfu even more angry. After being whipped, he directly put Huang Qianshan in the slave camp and asked him to suffer in it for a few days before speaking.

Huang Qianshan can't say what he is suffering about. Who let his son Huang Zhen quietly flee with the army after announcing the decree, leaving his old father in the land of Hebei conquest.

Whoever made him abandon the city and flee was unlucky.

And the Daimyo Mansion has been lowered but has not been invested, and Wanyan Zongfu counted this account on his head again.

The son failed to go, and it must have been the golden people who cut off the traffic. The son married the emperor's beloved daughter, and he had to inherit the incense of the Huang family, how could he be trapped in this erosive land of Hebei.

I think he used to be a big member of the party, the prefect of Hejian, the prefect of Zhaozhou, and the deputy marshal of soldiers and horses, with a high position and power, admired by tens of thousands of people, but now he has fallen to this point and has become a slave of the Jin people.

With a whip sound, Huang Qianshan was meditating, with a hot pain in his back, he turned his head, and a golden soldier was holding a torch in his hand and staring at him viciously.

"You guy, you are careless, and you are cheating and playing tricks here, don't you want to live anymore?"

The Jurchens spoke stiff Song dialect, and the leather whip in their hands was raised again.

"Don't do this, military master!"

Huang Qianshan knelt down all of a sudden, kowtowed again and again: "Just ask the military master to raise his noble hand and inform the commander of the many people, the villain is really the minister of the Great Song Dynasty, please spare the little one!"

Hearing Huang Qianshan call Yan Zongfu's Jurchen name, Jin Bing's eyes widened, and he waved his leather whip, about to draw it down.

The sound of the "bell" sounded, and the soldiers on the arrow tower shouted loudly.

The fire of the Jurchen camp was lit up, and the Jin soldiers left in a hurry, and the leather whip in their hands did not fall after all.

Huang Qianshan wiped a handful of sweat from his head, and muttered to himself: "You are like this, this official is really an important minister of the Great Song Dynasty, how can you treat me like this?"

Looking at the golden soldiers in the camp holding knives and guns, hurrying, you come and go, Huang Qianshan couldn't help but be stunned, could it be that Fanzi is going out to plunder again?

From beginning to end, he never thought that Song soldiers would come to rob the camp.