The world is colorful.

In a huge place, time passes like a fierce tide, generation after generation of people are born, grown, and old, the presentation of civilization is like a sea of smoke, one dynasty after another is swept away, a nation is rejuvenated and declined, and the life and death of millions of people are condensed into a sentence of reading in history books.

And in a small place, everyone's life is a vast epic. Every second in this world, thousands of people seem to be alive and small, but their thoughts and emotions are all equally real and huge, some laugh and joy, some are sad and crying, some are hysterical and angry, and some are silently sad...... These emotions are like a hurricane and tsunami on the ground, driving ordinary bodies to move forward ordinarily.

Every second in our world, if we use different perspectives and intercept different facets, it will be one huge and real narrative poem after another. The fate of countless people is extended, cause and effect are intertwined, colliding and separating. A broken thread often brings out strange fruits in the distance of the unknown forehead. Most of the time, these intertwined lines are chaotic but uniform, but at some moments, we will see countless and huge lines converging and colliding in a certain direction.

In the first year of Wu Zhenxing, on April 23, the sunset outside Hanzhong City seemed to be full of the smell of gunsmoke, revealing a terrible gray-black color in the clouds. The sunset is not magnificent, it is just her ordinary appearance that has been repeated countless times in this world.

When the sunset city was in view, the army under his command was rapidly gathering forward. Xi Yin rode on his war horse, the wind blew through the hunting pennant, mixed with the human voice, the huge battlefield began to change from chaos to order, and the smell of horse manure and vomit was in the air.

The atmosphere of the battlefield is becoming familiar in front of his eyes as always, decades of battle, time and time again on the battlefield, and in the forest of swords and guns, the soldiers' breathing shows a solemn and tenacious atmosphere. This is a battle formation that Wanyan Xiyin feels familiar but has already begun to be unfamiliar.

The speed with which the soldiers were assembled and the spirit emanating from the array allowed De Xiyin to quickly understand the quality of the force in front of him. The Jurchen team was mature and terrifying under its command, and in the past forty years, this team had never encountered an equal opponent after cultivating such a spirit. But as the war went on, what he gradually realized was the mood of many years ago:

At that time, the Jurchen soldiers threw themselves into the battlefield with the mood of having today and tomorrow, they were fierce and fierce, but on the battlefield, they could not do what they did today. Ah Guta, Zong Han, Lou Mur, Zong Wang and others were hysterical in the battle array, giving up everything, every war is a critical battle, they know that the fate of the Jurchens is ahead, but they are not mature at that time, and they can't clearly understand the direction of fate, they can only go all out and hand over the remaining results to the supreme gods.

In the later stage of the battle to destroy Liao, they have become more and more proficient in the use of the army, and their fate is held in their hands - they have seen the whole picture of the world clearly, and Xi Yin and others, who once admired Sinology in the south and maintained respect for the Wu Dynasty, gradually saw the pros and cons of Confucianism, although there are respectable things in the middle, but on the battlefield, the Wu Dynasty has been powerless to resist the general trend of the world.

Time has come to this day, the old people have been tempered and matured in the war, and the army still maintains a sharp edge, but in the few battles in front of him, Xi Yin seems to have seen the traces of fate running away, although he can go all out, but the unknown lies ahead. As for the outcome of the matter, he already had a faint premonition that he couldn't grasp it.

Only one thing is certain: the battle in front of us will once again become the most critical battle, and the fate of the Jurchen lies ahead!

“…… The position of the Huaxia army is five miles ahead...... Near Reed Gate...... The army of the Great Marshal is coming from the west, and now the city is ......."

After disembarking, the army slowly advanced, and the Jurchen general Chara, who had been summoned from the city, was following Xi Yin, reporting to him as much detail as possible about the situation of the battle in the past few days. Hee-yin's eyes were cold, and he listened quietly.

Almost as soon as he learned of the beginning of the battle west of Hanzhong, Xi Yin decisively gave up the encirclement and suppression of more than 3,000 people in Qixinhan near Xicheng County, and led more than 10,000 troops to quickly board ships and march west along the Han River. He knew in his heart that before the big battle that decided the future of the Jurchens, it was not a very important thing to encircle and suppress only 3,000 people.

As soon as he got off the ship, he summoned the highest-ranking general in Hanzhong City at this time to understand the development of the situation. But the whole situation was already beyond his expectations, Zong Han led 90,000 men, and before the charge of 20,000 men, he was almost beaten into mourning soldiers. Although at first glance Zong Han's tactics seemed to be powerful, Xi Yin understood why Zong Han would use such a time-consuming and energy-consuming wheel tactic if he had the confidence to win a decisive victory on a frontal battlefield.

The two have been fighting hand in hand for almost a lifetime, and he can understand how heroic and wise Zong Han is, and if he really has a chance to rush forward, he will not retreat. In other words, being able to force Zong Han, who had been fighting in the battle array for more than 40 years, to this extent, the strength of the Huaxia Army's combat power can be seen.

Kill Pucha on the bank of the Jialing River, and almost kill all the middle and lower-level generals under his command such as Meng'an Mouke in the chaotic battle situation.

That night, with less than 10,000 troops, he attacked Zonghan's camp, and when he fell into a trap, he forcibly broke out, and then killed the pursuers to the bold.

In four days, with almost less than 20,000 troops, it was Zong Han's team that showed defeat in the end, and some of the routs gathered towards Hanzhong, and the other party was able to snatch the south gate of Hanzhong on the scale of a few hundred people.

“…… How do they do it? ”

As the war horse moved forward, Xi Yin finally spoke.

“…… Yes? ”

"You come from the battlefield and have some thoughts about your enemies, and you feel ...... How do they do it? ”

“…… Ignorance, lowliness does not know ...... The Chinese army fought bravely, and I heard that they ...... They all retreated from the northwest back then, and they have a deep hatred with my Jurchen, thinking that the demon in their hearts bewitched them with demon magic and made them fearless of death......"

"......" Xi Yin didn't look at him, nor did he speak, and after a while, "How many iron cannons, ammunition, and other things are left in the city?" ”

"Humble ...... I can only estimate the approximate ......."

"Finish Yan Yuchi." Xi Yin didn't wait for the report any longer, and directly called the disciple's name.

A middle-aged general in his early forties on the side leaned over: "The last general." ”

"Three things, you do it for me."

"Yes."

"First, you bring a thousand people into the city, assist the officers and soldiers in the city, strengthen the defense of the city in Hanzhong, the Huaxia army is attacking from the reed gate to the north, you arrange manpower, guard the passages, the city wall, if the city changes hands again, you and Cha Ra are guilty of the same crime."

"Yes."

"The second thing, count all the artillery, ammunition, bows, crossbows, and war horses in the city, in addition to the manpower necessary for the defense of Hanzhong, I want you to organize the manpower, and transport the materials to the battlefield outside the city before sunrise tomorrow, if the manpower is really insufficient, you come here to ask for it."

"Yes."

"The third ......" Xi Yin paused, but then his gaze swept over the pale sky and earth, and he still said decisively: "Third, when there are enough manpower, gather the residents and people in Hanzhong City, drive them away, and gather towards the Huaxia army position in the south of the Reed Gate, if there is resistance, you can kill people and burn houses." Early tomorrow morning, cooperate with the decisive battle outside the city and attack the position of the Huaxia army. You take care of this matter. ”

On top of the war horse, Wanyan Yuchi received the order: "Yes." His gaze turned hesitantly, but he accepted the fact. When Marshal Zong Han exhausted the Huaxia Army for four days with 90,000 troops, Xi Yin made the decision to fight head-on. This decisive decision may also be in response to the news that the leader of the Huaxia Army, who is known as the demon, has killed the Sword Gate Pass.

- If it drags on for a few days, the demon arrives, and things will be more lively and troublesome.

The two of them took the order.

The city wall in front spreads, and under the sunset, the black flag of the Huaxia Army is included in the field of vision here, and the ground outside the city wall is speckled with bloodstains and corpses, showing that the bloody battle that broke out here not long ago, at this moment, the battle line of the Huaxia Army is shrinking. At the end of the distance from the Jin army, there were soldiers of the Huaxia Army digging on the ground, most of them with blood stains after the battle, and some of them were wrapped in bandages.

Facing Wanyan Xiyin's banner, most of them glanced at this side, looking through the binoculars, there was no fear in the posture of those figures, only the calmness of welcoming the battle.

There are more than 10 million people in this world who have blood enemies with the Jurchens. But the team that can face the Jin army with such a posture has never been before.

They had already experienced four days of fighting, and even the army led by Zong Han was torn to pieces.

How do they do it?

Do they have any power left?

Hee-yin thought about all of this in his head.

For decades, they have walked through the battlefield, learned from experience, learned lessons, and incorporated everything in this world into their eyes and hearts, and every war and survival has made them stronger. At this moment, Xi Yin will think of the countless times on the battlefield, Ah Gu has passed away, Wu begged to buy and die, Zong Wang, Lou Room, resignation, silver art, pull out the speed...... One general after another has passed through their lives, but at this moment, Zong Han and even Xi Yin are indeed their strongest state on the battlefield.

Decades have passed, and at this moment, he can only go all out and hand over the unknown fate to the supreme god.

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The city wall of Hanzhong is not magnificent and majestic, an ordinary earth and stone city wall, the field outside the city wall is green and yellow, the soldiers' clothes are mainly earth-colored, and there are green embellishments, and the smell of blood is as bad as ever.

Liu Muxia arrived outside Hanzhong City in the evening, and after following the company to arrive, he was arranged with the company members to a position, and someone pointed to the east and told everyone: "Wanyan Xiyin is here." If there is a fight, you better dig a hole in front of you. ”

"Is it okay to dig a horse pit?" The squad leader asked the company commander for instructions.

"You guys are responsible for digging the pit tonight, conserving your strength, and taking care of your rest. Whether you can sleep or not depends on the meaning of the other side. ”

Fatigue and pain were gathering in the body, but within the limits of what could be tolerated, when the comrades-in-arms talked about the Fifth Army's breakthrough through the Jianmen Pass, Liu Muxia looked up at the traces of the golden soldiers in the east. Even if he was just an ordinary soldier in the Seventh Army of Huaxia, he knew that a decisive battle was coming.

So after dinner, he quietly began to dig the pit.

He is not afraid of Yan Zonghan, nor is he afraid of Yan Xiyin.

He is a native of the Northwest, and the living environment in the Northwest is rough, and because of this, he has lived in a world full of murderers, horse bandits, and swindlers since he was a child.

The family died very early. He doesn't have much affection for his family, and similar situations are never uncommon in the Northwest. The Huaxia army came to the northwest, and after fighting the first victory in the face of Western Xia, he went to Xiaocanghe and joined the Black Flag Army, which the outside world considered to be extremely vicious, and "mixed a bite to eat".

The inside of the Huaxia Army was a completely different environment from what the outside world had guessed, and he didn't know when he was assimilated, perhaps the day after he joined the Black Flag, when he collapsed in the ferocious and excessive training, and the squad leader brought him the bowl of noodles in the middle of the night.

Or maybe it's the moment when they cooperate with each other in patrols and training.

Or the moment when Xiao Canghe, who he never expected, served him noodles and sacrificed his comrades-in-arms who supported his back in training again and again.

“…… I was originally ...... I am from Bianliang, my family is in a village on the edge of the Yellow River, I have a wife, a daughter, and an elderly person at home...... When the Jurchens came...... Nothing left......"

He can occasionally think of the beautiful Central Plains that his comrades-in-arms told him.

In fact, he was not touched, the first ten years of his life, he lived in the chaotic and precarious northwest frontier, his family died, he didn't know why to cry, is there really such a beautiful thing in the world as the Central Plains? He didn't know.

He just loved the life in Xiaocanghe, they fought side by side in the valley, on the dam to fight off waves of supposedly vicious enemies, they cheered together, their survival had a warm inside, these people who had had a strange and different life became comrades and family with him.

They were all dead.

He would think of Xiao Canghe's three years of fighting, and in the last period of time, Ning Yi often said to people when he said goodbye to the deceased.

“…… In this world, millions of people, tens of millions of people have died, and before they die, they all have their own lives. What makes me the most sad is ...... Their lives will be forgotten like this...... The people who are here today, they have rebelled, they want to live like human beings, they have died, their rebellion, their whole life will be forgotten, what they have done, what they remember, they have disappeared in this world, it is as if ...... It's never been the same......"

It's like never before......

Therefore, Liu Muxia often thinks of the village on the edge of the Yellow River outside Bianliang City, the old man in the family of his comrades-in-arms, his wife, daughter, and comrades-in-arms have also died, and those memories seem to have never happened. Including the bowl of noodles brought to him by the squad leader, including the fact that they fought side by side again and again. One day, these things will be as if they never happened......

There is pain and fatigue in the body, but it doesn't matter, they can bear it. He dug a trap in silence.

The sun has gradually set, the sunset is falling like this every day, the day after he joined the Black Flag Army, he failed to finish the training before the sun set, the squad leader forced him to run forward in such darkness, he told himself in his heart that he couldn't turn his face, he could wait until tomorrow to steal something and leave...... He was hungry that night, and the squad leader brought him a bowl of noodles, which even contained a delicious egg.

It was the Xiaocang River many years ago, and the valley was not even fully built, and they sometimes had to level the ground on the playground, and the dam was being completely built step by step. And today's Xiaocang River is already a barren mountain, and the traces of their existence have been erased.

The squad leader swung the knife at the Jurchens.

And the Jurchens didn't even know about it.

……

This is not right.

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Night is gradually falling, the stars are sparse, and the moon rises in the sky like a knife, slashing into the sky on the banks of the Hanshui River.

On the plain west of Hanzhong, at some point, the cannon fire rang out intensively, and the fighting and hedging of the soldiers were hidden in the firelight.

The Jurchen troops and the Huaxia army troops rushing towards Hanzhong City were interspersed and fighting each other in the dark night.

A large number of Jurchen troops were scattered in the field in a daze, and some of the ranks of the Huaxia army fell into a bitter battle in the dark night.

Tens of millions of people have been killed, thousands of people have thousands of lives and stories.

On April 21, Wanyan Sabayi led the cavalry to launch a fierce raid on the Huaxia army, and he escaped after being wounded, and at this moment, he was leading the troops to move towards Hanzhong. He is the nephew of Wanyan Zonghan, and has been fighting with Zong Han for as long as thirty years, compared to Yinshuke, Bali Su and others, although he is inferior to talent, but he has always been a loyal executor of Zong Han's plan.

The Jurchen people finally fought out of such a difficult living environment, he fought with the hero, and at this moment, he did not hesitate to die for the hero.

Zong Han had already joined up with Gao Qingyi and others, and was trying to mobilize a huge army to assemble in Hanzhong. After decades of fighting on the battlefield, he could clearly feel that the strength of the entire army was rapidly declining after the previous battles, and in the process of spreading from the plains to Hanzhong, part of the army that had been assembled for the second time quickly collapsed under the interspersed with the Huaxia army. This night, only Xi Yin's arrival gave him some comfort.

After four days of fighting, the troops under his command were already tired, and the Huaxia army was also tired, but in this way, Xi Yin, who was waiting for work, would get the most ideal fighter.

Pulling away from the speed is dead, but Ning Yi can't come over.

That night, looking at the moonlight in the sky, Zong Han sprinkled the spirits he carried on the ground to mourn the time of pulling out the speed.

How many people have died on the road in this long life's battle......

On this night, a large number of troops are risking their lives on the road, and Wan Yan Shiyema tries to boost and boost morale in the dark night, this ice wolf who has gradually matured, does not want to miss the battle that is about to take place under the city of Hanzhong.

All his life, he longed for a hero like his father, and it wasn't until the death of his brother that he gradually understood the traits needed to be such a hero. At this moment, the strength of the Huaxia Army made him feel dumbfounded, and it also made him really feel his blood boiling, if there was no such enemy, how could his name be remembered in history?

Some people's stories leave their mark on history, but when it comes to life, there is no distinction between these stories.

With the Jin generals fighting and fighting for more than 20 years, the Jurchen warriors will think of their wives and children in their hometown in this sword-like moonlight. Following the Jin army to the south, the Khitans, Liaodong people, and Xi people who wanted to take advantage of the last time to seek fame in the south felt fear and helplessness in the exhaustion, and they followed the army south with the mentality of seeking wealth and danger, and fought bravely, but at this moment the southwest became an embarrassing quagmire, and the gold and silver they looted could not be brought back, and the joy of the original massacre and looting turned into remorse, and they also had a nostalgic past, and even had a concerned family and warm memories - who would not have it?

But many people from the Central Plains and Northwest China no longer have families, and even their memories have begun to become less warm.

On this night, another contingent of Huaxia Army troops arrived outside the Reed Gate of Hanzhong City one after another. They had already gone through rounds of fighting, and most of the warriors had minor or serious injuries on their bodies, but the rout of the Jurchens would give them infinite strength. Some units even made attempts to sneak up on the western or northern walls, but of course, they did not succeed easily.

The troops who arrived at the battlefield in Hanzhong were arranged by the staff to rest temporarily, while a small number of troops were interspersed in the north of the city, trying to break through the blockade of the streets and alleys and attack more critical positions in the city.

After nightfall, Chen Hai walked into the staff headquarters and asked the brigade commander Hou Lietang for instructions: "The Jurchen troops are all northerners, and Wanyan Xiyin has arrived on the battlefield, but if he doesn't attack, I don't think he doesn't want to, but he can't." It is the flood season now, and they will sail north, and there will be wind and waves, and many of them will be seasick, so they can only fight tomorrow...... I don't think I can let them sleep well tonight, so I'm going to fight the night attack. ”

"We've also considered the seasickness thing, but do you think that people like Xiyin won't prevent you from sneaking up in the middle of the night?"

"That can't let them sleep well, I can let my three battalions take turns to fight, make a big noise, in short, don't let them sleep."

“…… It makes sense, Commander Qin went to check the night, I will report to you later, you are ready. ”

"Yes." Chen Hai saluted.

Walking out of the humble staff headquarters, the moon seemed to be about to set from the sky, Chen Hai didn't smile, his eyes were all the wind and snow that started more than ten years ago. More than ten years ago, when he was still young, Mr. Ning wanted him to become a storyteller.

"The continuation of civilization does not depend on blood."

"When the Jurchens came, many people died, and many people were gone. Zheng Yiquan's bloodline did not stay, but when he was dying, you were by your side, and you passed him on...... Try to pass on the story as much as possible......"

That day, Mr. Ning said this to him when he was still young, but in fact, over the years, the person who died by his side was not just Zheng Yiquan? And today, he has a better and more powerful way of passing on their will.

In this world, there are special moments when thousands of threads will gather towards a person, and it will become thin and it will become important. Some lines will break, and some lines will be carried on by bystanders. The continuation of bloodlines, the replacement of nations, the rise and fall of countries, and the fight and killing of all things have always been like this.

Liu Muxia dug the trap and silently sharpened his knife.

Someone counted the fire mines and grenades and passed them on.

Chen Hai took a battalion of soldiers and quietly went out from the side of the camp.

The checkpoints were replaced, and some people were given free time to rest, and they slept with their clothes together and waited for the day.

"I can't sleep a little bit......"

Someone spoke softly.

"Let me tell you, I still remember the Central Plains more than ten years ago, ......"

The Central Plains more than ten years ago...... From that moment on, how many people cried, how many shouted, and how many people walked forward in heart-rending pain to finally come to this point......

Everyone's story is very ordinary, and one person's death seems so insignificant among the deaths of thousands of people. But whose life and memories are not an epic of ups and downs?

The flames and torment had been violently colliding under the ground for many years, and countless and massive lines converged in this moment.

Lava is exploding—

……

Chen Hai launched a night attack, and the scout ambush soldiers arranged by Xi Yin fought on the edge of the Han River, shouting to kill the heavens, round after round.

The Jurchen warriors in the camp were awakened from time to time by the sound of sounds, and anger and anxiety were gathering.

In the middle of the night, Xi Yin walked up to the city wall, and the guards in the city were reporting to him the constant flames of war burning in the western field, the troops of the Huaxia army were interspersed from the northwest to the southeast, and the troops of Zonghan were walking from west to east, and the fighting was non-stop. And not only the wilderness in the west, but also the small-scale fighting in Hanzhong City, has not stopped. That is, the fight was going on everywhere he saw or couldn't see.

Xi Yin held on to the city wall and muttered for a long time.

“…… They don't have to sleep, do they? ”

He sighed softly.

The Huaxia army they faced was only 20,000 people.