In the afternoon, the wind blows up the fallen leaves in the mountains, and the sound of whimpering is like singing an elegy.

Even many years later, Wanyan Yuchi can remember the wind blowing outside Hanzhong City that afternoon.

Following Wanyan Xiyin for many years, he grew up with the prosperity of the Jurchens, witnessing and participating in countless victories and cheers. In the middle of the rise of the Jin Kingdom, even if he occasionally encountered embarrassments and battlefield setbacks, he could always see the pride and unyielding pride hidden in the bones of the Jin ** team.

The Jurchens are less than 10,000, and they are invincible.

It was for this reason that he saw for the first time that afternoon, a sight he had never seen before.

The closer you get to the Tuanshan battlefield, the more Jin soldiers scattered in your field of vision, including Liaodong people, Khitan people, and Xi people...... Even the Jurchens, in twos and threes, dissipated like a tide.

The troops without the commander gathered at will, the wounded soldiers supported each other, and passed in the direction of Hanzhong, and there were also stragglers who had lost their formation and were alone, walking away at will with their weapons, and they were like frightened birds when they saw anyone. Wanyan Yuchi tried to rein them in, but due to the tight schedule, he couldn't spend too much time on this matter.

A part of the soldiers joined his ranks and continued towards Tuan Mountain.

Wanyan Yuchi inquired about the situation on the Tuanshan battlefield, and also asked about the troops to which these soldiers belonged and their past experiences, first the troops were slightly weaker than the peripheral combat forces, but soon after, members of various units appeared, when the core members of Tushanwei described the situation on the battlefield to him, Wanyan Yuchi noticed that the tall Tushanwei soldiers in front of him were narrating while being afraid.

"Those Black Flag Army...... They don't want to die...... If you encounter it on the battlefield, remember not to charge head-on...... They work extremely well together and ...... Even if it's three or five people, they will come here without their lives...... They killed the leader, and our team was besieged to death by three members of the Black Flag......"

"Zuo Xiao?" Wan Yan Yuchi asked. Tu Shanwei are all elite in the army, among which the officers are mostly Jurchens, Wanyan Yuchi knows a lot, this Pu Yuan named Tatar Zuo Xiao, the battlefield is extremely brave, and the temperament is bold, Wanyan Yuchi has long been impressed.

"Hmm." The soldier nodded, and then continued to talk about his impressions of the Huaxia Army on the battlefield.

Over the years, Tu Shanwei has achieved brilliant results, and most of the soldiers are elite, and this soldier can summarize this impression after the defeat and dispersion, and he has been able to serve as an officer in the ordinary army. But what he recounted, though he tried to press it as calmly as he could, was ultimately filled with great frustration.

And combined with the narrative of the defeated soldiers of Tushan Guard, a cruel outline of reality quickly took shape in his mind - the first time this outline was formed, he didn't want to believe it.

The elite of Tushanwei led by Marshal Zong Han was already on the frontal battlefield and was brutally defeated by the troops of the Huaxia Army.

Nearly 100,000 people in Hanzhong, led by Da Shuai, have experienced many small-scale battles and victories in the past five days. Despite many defeats, because large-scale battles have not yet begun, most of the Jin soldiers who belong to the core and most elite are still waiting for a large-scale battle with anticipation.

Xi Yin led the reinforcements of Hanzhong, and the decisive battle posture invigorated the morale of the army, so that the Tushan guards on this side could launch another offensive against the Huaxia army. But half a day ago, the big battle that took place in Tuanshan finally defeated the illusions of these Jurchen warriors head-on, and the contrast between victory and defeat on the battlefield was so strong and clear that these Jurchen warriors directly felt the crushing of power.

The large-scale charge formation could not form a force, and the formation became a target, and the non-scoring walked forward like fine sand to fight; However, in the cooperation of small-scale operations, the Huaxia army was superior to its own side; Carry out decapitation operations against each other, and the other party is basically unaffected; The various tactics of the past could not work, and the entire battlefield was like hooligans fighting each other, and the Huaxia army forced the Jurchen troops to be at a loss......

In the past, it was only a vague, able to be a fluke nightmare, on this day on the Tuanshan battlefield finally landed, Tu Shanwei struggled, a part of the Jurchen warriors launched a repeated charge against the Huaxia army, but after the death of the generals above them, such a charge is just a futile counterattack, the strength of the Huaxia army just looks scattered, but within a certain range, it can always form a large and small organization and cooperation, and the Jurchen troops that fall into it will only be ruthlessly strangled.

If you look back on it in the future, Wanyan Yuchi at that time had not been able to fully digest all this, and the troops he led had already entered the inner encirclement of the Tuanshan War. At this time, his command was 3,000 people gathered from Hanzhong, and more than half of them were defeated or transferred soldiers who had experienced the rout of the battle near Hanzhong a few days before.

Time could not help him to think too much, the moment he arrived at the battlefield, the battle between the hills in the distance had reached a fever pitch, Marshal Zong Han was leading the troops to rush to the place where Qin Shaoqian was, and Saba's cavalry outflanked Qin Shaoqian's rear road. Wanyan Yuchi was not a mediocre hand, he arranged the military law team at the first time, and then ordered the rest of the troops to charge in the direction of the battlefield, and the cavalry followed on the side, ready to attack.

Facing these 3,000 people head-on was the strength of a battalion of the nearby Huaxia Army [Zero Point Reading Book], they quickly organized a defense on the hill, three cannons blocked the way, Wanyan Yuchi ordered the troops to rush up and level the hill, the two sides had not yet fully entered the battle, and in the distant field of vision, chaos began to appear.

In the fifteenth year of Tianhui, at one o'clock on the afternoon of April 24, Zong Han ordered the beginning of the breakthrough on the Tuanshan battlefield, before that, he had already put his entire army into the confrontation with Qin Shaoqian, and at the most fierce moment of the battle, even he and even the personal guards around him had been put into the ranks of fighting with the soldiers of the Huaxia Army. His troops kept getting closer, but with each step of the way, the giant beast was bleeding more blood, and the battle at the core of the battlefield was like this Jurchen military god burning his soul, at least at that moment, everyone thought that he would carry this desperate battle to the end, he would shed the last drop of blood, or kill Qin Shaoqian, or be killed by Qin Shaoqian.

But Zong Han finally chose to break through.

Wanyan Yuchi witnessed the beginning of this great chaos, and this may also be the moment when the entire Jin Kingdom began to collapse. On the battlefield, the flames were still burning, and after giving the order to charge, the cavalry under his command began to stop, turn around, and begin to charge towards the position of the Huaxia army, this fierce collision was to bring Zong Han a gap for evacuation, and soon after, several troops that seemed to be still fighting began to disintegrate in the fighting.

Wanyan Yuchi waved his arm, and at this moment, he began to rush through the blockade with thousands of cavalry, trying to open a path for Wanyan Zonghan.

Soon after, various shouts rang out on the battlefield. Huaxia Jun shouted: "The golden dog is defeated—"

"Sticky Han wants to escape—"

"Kill Sticky-"

In the sound of the charge, there were crimson herald fireworks rising on the battlefield, which was a signal symbolizing victory and pursuit, constantly pointing in the direction of Wanyan Zonghan in the sky.

……

Red fireworks rose like extended, burning blood.

A few miles away from Tuanshan Mountain, the soldiers who had fought with Wanyan Yuchi before began to assemble after seeing the red fireworks in the distance, and in their field of vision, the fireworks spread in the sky one after another.

In the past two miles, on the bank of a small river, three soldiers of the Huaxia Army who were walking by the river in wet clothes saw the red order in the sky in the distance, and then talked to each other, they jumped excitedly by the river a few times, and then the two soldiers jumped into the river first, and a soldier in the rear found a piece of wood with some difficulty, and swam towards the opposite side with difficulty in the water......

Under the sky, one team after another was converging in this direction.

A few miles away from the Tuanshan battlefield, Wanyan Shiyema, who had been stormy and stormy, led thousands of troops, was rushing towards this side, he saw the blood red in the sky, and began to lead his personal guards, frantically hurrying.

……

The cavalry opened the way, the breakthrough of the Jurchen troops was like a storm, and it was rushing out of the Tuanshan battlefield, the attack of the Huaxia army was surging, and the rout of one after another Jin troops was taking shape, but after all, due to the small number of troops of the Huaxia army, the core of the rout was difficult to intercept for a while.

Qin Shaoqian rode a war horse and rushed up the hillside, watching small groups of Huaxia Army troops surging from all directions and rushing towards Wanyan Zonghan, who had broken through, with a somewhat complicated expression.

"If I have the chance, I'll really ask Zong Han what he thinks in his heart."

Judging from the early stage of the troop investment and offensive intensity, there is no doubt that Wanyan Zonghan will kill himself at all costs, and if he takes a step forward, the entire battlefield will burn to the end in the most fierce confrontation, but at the next moment when Zong Han threw himself into the offensive team, he suddenly chose to break through as if he had a big realization.

Gamblers at the table usually don't choose to stop at this time because it's too late. And as a general on the battlefield, he has already put everything into it, and this sudden abrupt abandonment seems a little early - and embarrassing. In all fairness, at that moment, even Qin Shaoqian already believed that Zong Han's purpose was to be endless, and because of this, there was also some surprise on his side for his sudden breakthrough.

But it was just an accident.

Thousands of Huaxia troops are gathering here under the order of fireworks, and for the fleeing Jin ** team, they launched waves of interceptions, and on the battlefield, some Jurchen generals couldn't bear to see this defeated scene, and still led the troops to launch a desperate impact on Qin Shaoqian's direction. Some of the soldiers captured their horses and began to assemble under orders, passing through the hills and plains in the direction of Hanzhong.

"Intercept Sticky Han! Get him! Kill him! ”

Qin Shaoqian gave an order while moving forward. In the afternoon sun, with a calm wind in the field, explosions and whistling sounds, the strongest Jurchen men of the past few decades have fled with their troops. This era was talking to him, he remembered that evening many years ago, he led the team to the expedition, ready to die on the battlefield, horse leather shroud, he and Liheng sat in that sunset, it was the sunset of the Wu Dynasty, his father was in the right phase, his brother was the Taishou, everything in Bianliang was prosperous and magnificent.

He was willing to give his life for all this.

"Wu Chao owes ......," he remembered Ning Yi's words at that time.

He asked, "How many lives can be filled?" ”

The wind blew away the wind and the wind blew, the magnificence collapsed into ruins, the elder brother died, the father died, he killed the emperor, he lost his eyes, they walked through the difficulties of the Xiaocang River, the fight in the northwest, countless people cried out in sorrow, the elder brother's wife fell into the Jin country and suffered more than ten years of torture, and the little children were even chopped off their fingers like beasts in those ten years.

How many lives can be filled?

"The Golden Dog is defeated—"

"—Kill the !! of Sticky Han"

He led his army to pounce.

……

The news of the defeat and flight of the fireworks rose like blood, which surprised and shocked many people, and it was not a predetermined result for most of the Chinese soldiers.

The fighting in the past few days is all the same fierce, and the battle of the team battle is not necessarily a decisive battle in the expected, if Zong Han chooses to break through and turn in, the Huaxia army is also ready to fight all the way to Hanzhong, and then use Hanzhong City as the next round of psychological preparation for the battlefield.

People are expecting victory, but at the same time, if victory does not come so easily, the Seventh Army of Huaxia is also ready to bite Zong Han and never stop - if I don't die, you don't want to go back!

Although the Chinese Seventh Army has undergone several years of training with hatred, the Jurchens have rarely been defeated before, if they only fight with an optimistic mentality and cannot break the boat, then in such a battlefield, the loss may be the Seventh Army.

It is also for this reason that as the fireworks rise, the scouts of the message rushed all the way to Hanzhong, and when the order to flee Sticky Han and kill the teams along the way came, many people felt a huge surprise like a dream.

Liu Muxia was even a little trance-like because of this, and a lot of things flashed in his mind at this moment, and then under the leadership of the squad leader, they rushed to the predetermined defense route.

The scouts were still fighting in the mountains and fields, and the rout troops led by Sticky Han moved forward, and some of the soldiers who had already been defeated also gathered, and this force was like a storm sweeping through the fields, sometimes stopping for a moment, sometimes bypassing the road, and the Chinese army troops rushed over after gathering nearby, and the horse team was constantly entangled in the running.

The appearance of the sun shows that the moment in front of him is still afternoon, and in the fields of Hanzhong, Zong Han knows that the sunset is coming.

He commanded his army to flee all the way from the direction where the sun was falling, and sometimes he would lose his mind slightly, the fierce battle was still in front of him, and the Jurchen veteran seemed to have turned gray in the blink of an eye, and he had no sword in his hand.

Before, near the hill, in front of Qin Shaoqian's formation, it was the first time in more than ten years that he had raised his sword into battle, and the long-lost aura rose in his heart, and the memories of many years ago became clear in his heart. He knew how to fight, how to fight, how to give with his life...... When facing the Liao people many years ago, he risked his life countless times to crush the enemy under his sharp teeth.

On this day, he went into battle again, to give up his life, just like forty years ago, in this world, where there seemed to be no way out, to fight a way, he fought with two soldiers of the Huaxia Army successively. Forty years have passed, and in the battle at that moment, he finally understood what kind of army the Huaxia Army in front of him was. This understanding finally became real at the moment when the blades intersected, he was the most perceptive hunter of the Jurchens, and at this moment, he could see clearly the outline of the giant beast on the other side of the wind and snow.

He gave up the charge and turned around and left.

At least at this moment, he already understood what the consequences of the charge were.

Not now......

“…… The gunpowder of the Huaxia army is constantly getting stronger, and the future battles will be different from those of the past thousand years...... Ning Yi's words are very reasonable, and they must be transmitted to the entire Great Creation Academy...... It's not just a big institute...... If you want my soldiers and other soldiers to lose their formation on the battlefield and not get out of order, you must prepare before the battle...... But it was especially important to promote papermaking so that soldiers could study...... No, it's not that simple......"

The war horse walked all the way, Zong Han said these words with Han Qixian and others next to him, some of them sounded, they were simply ominous words, someone tried to interrupt Zong Han's speech, and he scolded him loudly: "Hear me clearly!" Remember these! The Huaxia Army will not die, if you and I can't go back, I should have someone to understand these truths! The world is different, and the future will be completely different from before! If Ning Yi's set can't be learned, it will be difficult for me to survive...... It's a pity that I'm getting old with Ceres......"

As he spoke, someone came to report the approach of the Huaxia army, and then someone came to the news that Sheema led his guards to come to the rescue from the northeast, and Zong Han shouted: "Order him to immediately turn to support Hanzhong, this king does not need to rescue!" ”

Soon after, a group of Chinese troops came from the flank, and Shiya horses also rushed to the chaotic escape route.

"Who dares to hurt my father-"

He led the team to fight, so he was not heroic.

Zong Han summoned: "Let him go-"

The setting sun spread in the sky, thousands of Jurchen people fled in the fight, the Huaxia army chased all the way, and the fragmentary pursuers rushed over, raising the last of their strength, trying to bite this lingering beast.

Liu Muxia followed the brigade and fought forward, the squad leader was covered in blood, and shouted in front: "Kill Sticky Han!" Kill him-" They tore all the way towards the handsome flag in the distance, the surrounding was full of chaotic battle conditions, a small group of cavalry rushed over, the soldiers looked for the grenades on their bodies, most of the grenades had been used up, someone found two fire mines from the corpses of the Jurchen soldiers, and when the war horses came, they threw them out, and some cavalry rolled off their horses, and there was chaos around them.

"Kill them and catch Sticky Han-" The squad leader shouted in the fight, he and the Jurchens were a broken blood feud, seeing the Jurchen handsome flag close and far away, at this time he was also hysterical. It's no wonder that since the Jurchens went south, how many people have broken their homes and destroyed their families, and how many times in their lives can they have the opportunity to be so close to Muhan with knives and guns?

"I'll kill you! Han people like dogs—"

Smoke and dust are billowing around, and there are also Jurchen generals among the enemies on the opposite side, and the martial arts of the surrounding soldiers are also good. Liu Muxia held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other, killed a person in the shouting on the opposite side, and then cooperated with the comrades next to him to press forward, he was a veteran in the Seventh Army, not an officer just because he didn't like to command people, but the skills of fighting and cooperating on the battlefield were among the few in the entire battalion and regiment.

The two comrades-in-arms he brought with him rushed forward in the shout, and a small barrier composed of three shields knocked a Jurchen soldier away, and the squad leader's shout "Kill Sticky Han, rush to ......" The voice was already a little wrong, Liu Muxia turned his head, only to see that the squad leader was stabbed through the stomach by the Jurchen general in armor, and the long knife was twisted and pulled out.

"Death to the dog—tell my father to leave! Leave me alone! He has the hope of the Jurchens, I can die, he will live—"

Blood sprayed onto Yan Shiyama's armor, and he brandished his steel sword as he gave orders to the guards next to him. Seeing a soldier of the Huaxia Army rushing up from the side, he went up with all his might!

On the other side of the battlefield, Zong Han looked at the Shiya horse who entered the battlefield, and he was also giving orders, and then he was about to rush over with the soldiers to join the troops of Shiya Ma.

"Go tell him! Let him transfer! It's an order, and he's not my son if he doesn't leave—"

Liu Muxia and the Huaxia Army soldiers next to him pounced on Wanyan Sheyema, several Jurchen guards around him also pounced, Liu Muxia killed a Jurchen guard, and the shield crashed into Sheyema, Sheyema took two steps back, danced the knife and slashed, Liu Muxia let go of the shield, his body swooped, and a knife smashed on the leg of Sheyema, Sheyema staggered a step, split a rushing member of the Huaxia Army, and then turned around, Liu Muxia waved a big knife, and slashed down with all his strength from the air, with a loud bang, sparks, and the knife slashed on the helmet of Sheyema, It's like a slap in the face.

There was a buzzing sound in the horse's head, and he returned a knife, and the next moment, Liu Muxia slashed at the back of his head with a knife, and the Huaxia military steel knife was quite heavy, and the horse had a sweet mouth in his mouth, and the long knife swung back the fire.

There were guards around who pounced, and the soldiers of the Huaxia Army also pounced over, Liu Muxia and Sheyema fought twice, and suddenly rushed back two or three steps from the other party. Sheyema tripped over the stones behind him, Liu Muxia chased up the long knife and slashed with all his might, Sheyema's brain was already messed up, he relied on the armor, got up from the ground, and swung a knife forward, Liu Muxia waved the big knife towards his shoulder and neck and continued to slash, and when the fourth knife was chopped, Sheyema stood up half of his body, the armor had been opened, and blood came out from under the blade.

Liu Muxia fell with another knife, Sheyema staggered up and staggered a step, and knelt down again, he still wanted to dance the knife backwards, Zong Han's handsome flag in front of him was moving towards this side, Liu Muxia split the gap in his body wider, and then another knife.

At sunset, Zong Han watched his son's body being split apart by the Huaxia Army soldiers in the chaotic battle......

"Ahh

The old man's tiger-like wail sounded in the field, his face distorted, his eyes fierce and terrifying, and the soldiers of the Huaxia Army were rushing towards him with the same ferocious attitude—