The snow began to fall again. Except for the occasional cold wind that danced snowflakes, the large plains near Bianliang City were quiet and deadly.

Battles, bloodshed again and again, millions of people who originally lived on this land have migrated, vacant and abandoned villages and towns have a strange and dead atmosphere in the dusk when the snow falls, birds have long flown away, among the mountains and forests, a few animals run in the snow, squirrels hold its hazelnuts, stand on the edge of the woods, and look at the land that once belonged to humans. In the past few months, the people who have fallen on this land have long since been cold to the bones.

Wolves appear occasionally.

Only on a few occasions did the lonely caravan of horses run through the snow, going from place to place, carrying their mission.

In less than half a year, it has become a forbidden area for the living.

Mu Huogang is ten miles away from Bianliang City, and on the road from this piece to Bianliang City, it is still ruled by the breath of people. In the early morning, a loud "bang-" sound sounded on the ice near Mu Huogang.

A team of Jurchen wrestlers, armed with iron balls or sledgehammers bound by chains, smashed them on the ice near the camp, and white ice mist splashed in all directions.

As the area where the Jurchens camped, it was originally the place where the Wu Dynasty herded horses. Mu Huogang is surrounded by water on three sides, the pasture is abundant, and after blocking the opening, it is also easy to defend and difficult to attack. It's just that after winter really comes, the surrounding lake surface also begins to freeze, especially on snowy days, the ice surface becomes thicker, and the ice surface and the land are completely connected in the three directions of the original lake.

After Yao Pingzhong's night attack plan failed, not many people dared to really attack the Jurchen camp, but after the ice froze, the Jurchen soldiers in Mouhuogang had the task of smashing the edge ice and sending people to patrol every day. Every morning. After Lux smashed open the edge of the lake, the patrolling soldiers were in a team of three, back and forth.

The snow was so heavy that it was hard to tell whether it was morning or noon, except that it had been a long time since dawn, and the patrolling soldiers had come and gone, occasionally looking at the flat, stretching icy lake in front of them. All of them were monotonous, except for the occasional hustle and bustle of the barracks coming over the towering wooden walls. As the patrol walked by, a Jurchen soldier stopped and turned his head to look at the lake.

Heavy snow fell.

He glanced at it a few times, and for a moment, caught up with the two companions in front of him.

Our vision pushed over, and hundreds of meters away from here, on the ice, there was something white, it was two figures lying on the ice and in the snow. Dressed in white clothes that are extremely difficult to recognize in the snow. One of them put down the cylinder in his hand and even silently blocked the front end of the cylinder with one hand.

After the three of them left in the distance, they lifted the rough long telescope again. The man next to him took out a small notebook, took out a charcoal pen, and wrote numbers on it with trembling hands.

"Another hundred and twenty-five breaths...... The trio patrolled by...... Shared time......"

There is no accurate timekeeping tool, only an approximate estimate of the time, and in such a snowy day, it is a long time to lurk. It was also a huge burden for the two of them, who lay here quietly watching and recording. Only occasionally move the body slightly, and when you are hungry, you pull out the warm dried meat from your clothes and chew it slowly, but try not to move.

Sometimes, Haidongqing travels through heavy snow. Flying into the sky, that's when they have the hardest time.

At dusk, someone crept over and took their place.

The two men quietly retreated from the surface of the lake, carefully masking their tracks. After entering the grove at the end of Mu Huogang, he also walked silently. The place of temporary residence and junction was a cave in the mountains, and someone came to pick up what they had written down, and after a few words, and brought some supplies. Before leaving, he was told as usual: "Don't light a fire unless necessary." ”

The fried rice, meat strips and other things brought by the other party were already cold. But he took out a small iron kettle wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside from his arms, and the broth in it was still warm, and he drank it quickly for the two of them, and then gave another advice.

When I came out to perform this kind of task, the clothes on my body were still very warm. One of the two is a young man in his teens, named Chen Hai, and the other is a middle-aged man in his forties, surnamed Zheng, and Chen Hai calls him Uncle Zheng.

"Uncle Zheng, you said that we can write these down every day, can it come in handy?"

"Go to bed early." Uncle Zheng's words were few, and his voice was not high, "How do I know." ”

"The Jurchens are too ruthless......"

After Chen Hai said this, he stopped talking.

The reconnaissance team was assembled by Ning Yi, and the people selected in the process of clearing the field and after the Wu Dynasty army was dispersed. Some of them are the talent reserves before Zhuji, and there are also Orions, or talented people who are proficient in the skills of survival in the wild. Chen Hai has been in good health since he was a child, jumping out of liveliness, it is rumored that he can walk in the snow with a bare ass in the winter, when the Jurchens came, his village could not escape the first wave of massacres, his parents died under the butcher's knife, he survived, and later, Ning Yi absorbed him.

The next morning, they woke up, ate something cold and hard, and went back to take over. The snow was blowing, sometimes big and sometimes small, and when they got back and received new orders, they would change places a little. They also vaguely knew that they were not the only ones who were responsible for the investigation of the Jurchen camp.

The one who came to contact them should be an official—or at least an official. The broth he brought with him every day could make Chen Hai feel warm, because he vaguely knew that there might not be any other official who could do such a thing.

He and Uncle Zheng have known each other for a short time, although Uncle Zheng is relatively taciturn, but in the past he should have been a powerful hunter, occasionally pointing him out two words about hiding and hunting, for a few days, lurking in such a harsh environment, there is only one companion by his side, unconsciously, he will also regard the other party as the only friend in the world, or relatives, elders.

That day was November 20.

At noon that day, they quietly changed positions while observing. The snow has been falling for so long, and the ice on the surface of the lake is actually quite firm, and Chen Hai occasionally reaches out and knocks, and nothing will happen. On this day, I probably came across a relatively thin place.

They had been lying in that place for a morning, and when the soldiers patrolling the shore of the lake walked by in view, Uncle Zheng was observing with a telescope, and a small sound sounded from under him.

The two of them froze there, slowly looking over. Uncle Zheng stretched out his hand to sweep the snow, and fine lines stretched out from under him.

Both of them knew that they couldn't mess around at this time, Uncle Zheng was already silent, and at this time he waved his hand slightly to signal Chen Hai to move to the side, and he moved to the other side.

The ice collapsed.

Uncle Zheng fell into the water and came up again. fluttered slightly. In the distance, the patrolman was still walking over, Chen Hai, who had not fallen, carefully stretched out his hand, Uncle Zheng took his hand, and when he exerted force, fine lines began to appear under Chen Hai's body. The other party realized something and let go of his hand, he subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the Jurchen military camp and fell into the water. He shouldn't be able to see people, but he's stopped flapping and making noises.

In the wind and snow, there was a faint sound of Jurchens talking, and they were also looking this way, but because they were too far away, the wind and snow blocked them, and they couldn't see that an ice cave had appeared here.

Although he is in his forties, he is in the definition of the Wu Dynasty. Uncle Zheng is actually an old man. Chen Hai lay on the side, desperately stretching out his hand.

"Give me your hand. Got ......," he whispered, gritting his teeth.

The old man in the lake trembled, untied the telescope from his neck, he reached out and gently placed the telescope on the ice. Then he untied the small package behind him—Uncle Zheng was carrying this small package with him, which seemed to be all his belongings—and he wanted to pass it over. But halfway through, the package fell into the water.

"......" Chen Hai opened his mouth wide and opened his mouth desperately, he was already crying, and his vision was blurred by tears. However, he could not make any sound. Two months ago, when the Jurchens came to their village, they killed his father, and his mother hid him in a stack of firewood, and he heard a lot of movement and sounds, and the last thing he heard was a short scream from his mother. After surviving, he went out of the firewood stack, and his mother died outside the door of the firewood house, half covered in black mud, with no clothes on her body, and half of her body covered in red blood and black mud. That's how he cried in the woodstack.

He vaguely knew what was going on outside, but he didn't dare to go out. His mother did not cry or cry for help from the beginning to the end, but when she was finally killed, she couldn't help but let out that scream. He sat beside his mother's corpse, and cried with his mouth wide open, his mouth could fit into his fist, but no sound came out.

Some people, when they are sad to the extreme, can't cry.

In the blurred vision, the old man's outstretched hand did not retract, and he gave him a thumbs up with the last of his strength, and shook it slightly in the air.

The sound of building equipment in the Jurchen barracks came out, and several patrolling soldiers left.

The old man had already sunk, and when his body surfaced again, Chen Hai knew that by that time, the cold weather had sealed this opening, and this winter, the old man would never see this world......

That night, the official who brought him the broth took him back to the valley of Xia Village, where it was bustling with activity, and everyone was doing their thing, and he was placed in a small room, and someone brought food, but he couldn't eat it. Not long after, someone came over and asked him again about the details of Uncle Zheng's death, and he said again mechanically, and the other party said: "Someone will come over later, bother Brother Chen to say it again, and they will write it down." ”

"Write it down...... What......" Chen Hai asked mechanically.

"Write it down...... Uncle Zheng's matter will be told to others in the future. ”

"Why...... Want to tell someone else? ”

"Because ......" the other party pondered for a moment, and suddenly someone knocked on the door outside, as if to report what had happened, the man listened to the report, nodded, and came back, "For ...... so that others can remember him......"

"He's dead......" Chen Hai shook his head.

"Well, Brother Chen, I know that you are very sad, and we are also very sad, but I still have something to do here, and the person who comes will explain it to you."

"What are you sad about, you don't know him, you don't know him!" Chen Hai choked up and roared.

The other party's eyes also seemed a little embarrassed, but he finally left. After a while, someone came in again, Chen Hai wanted to lose his temper, but he saw that the person who came after him was the person named Ning Yi, Chen Hai knew that this was a big official.

The man who came in front prepared a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the senior official called Ning Yi and his entourage, but he waved his hand to block the door. The senior official looked at him for a while before sitting down next to him.

"I heard someone say, Uncle Zheng's matter, I'll come to see you."

Chen Hai shook his head and didn't speak.

The other said, "He'll ask you." More detailed things, we will write down so that people can remember him. This cliché made Chen Hai feel angry, he gritted his teeth and stared at the other party: "Uncle Zheng, who is he?" Where is he from? He gave me that burden when he was dying. He must have asked me to pass it on, and now who am I passing it on! ”

"That's for you." The other party said, "Zheng Yiquan is the same as you, his family is dead, his wife died five years ago, and his son, daughter-in-law, and two grandsons ...... when the Jurchens came."

The other party shook his head and breathed a long sigh of relief: "...... Call. So, no matter what's in the baggage. It should be for you. ”

Chen Hai was stunned for a long time, tears fell, and more anger surged up: "That's it, that's because of this, you...... You chose us, right? You know how my family died, right? How did my father die, how did my mother die......"

"I know it all." Before Chen Hai finished crying, the other party interrupted him. "That's why I chose you...... Not all, of course. But a large part is. ”

Chen Hai was so angry that his teeth were trembling: "You people, hide behind, you people ......"

"I'm sending you to the most dangerous place, but I'm not 'hiding' behind." Ning Yi emphasized, he unbuttoned his clothes, and then revealed the scars on his chest and arms. Then he walked up to the man who was about to write and tilted his head off, "They weren't hiding behind either!" The side of the man's neck was also a shocking scar.

"It is true that there are people hiding, but people who are in this place today. None of them are 'behind'. Ning Yi looked at him and said, "I know the things around you, and I have seen many people die. I honestly say that you were chosen to that kind of place because you have hatred in your hearts, you can do those things, even if you die, you will think about not letting go of those guys, I chose you because of this, but there is no way, only in this way, can you do things. I sent someone over casually, they were not cautious enough, they were caught by the Jurchens, they were not resolute enough, our affairs were exposed little by little, and in the end, everyone died, and the Jurchens broke through Bianliang and killed more people, so I would be fair to you? ”

"But...... He's dead......"

"The continuation of civilization does not depend on blood." Ning Yi whispered something he didn't quite understand, "The Jurchens came over, many people died, and many people were gone. Zheng Yiquan's bloodline did not remain, but when he was dying, you were by your side, and you passed him on. The Jurchens killed all the way, so many people died, and some of the people's affairs remained, so that later generations would know that there was a group of such people, who had lived and died, and civilization would be passed on. People can't be resurrected after death, if there is really no way, die, try to pass on the story. ”

He looked at Chen Hai, but Chen Hai didn't speak again. After a long time, he threw up his head, took a breath, and sat down on the stool behind him, but opened his mouth and wept silently. Ning Yi closed his eyes and stood for a moment, then walked over, and when he passed by the recorder, he knocked on the small table: "What has already been said, don't ask too much...... It's hard enough......"

That night, Chen Hai saw the old man's thumb in a dream, and he woke up from the dream and couldn't sleep with his eyes open in the warm bed that he hadn't seen for a long time. Thinking of the figures he saw in Mu Huogang, he knew that there would be countless more people who would die, and it was just the beginning.

Pushing open the window, the snow stopped for a moment, and he thought of the old man, and of his parents, and of the people of the village, who had died in the field for months. The old man was quietly at the bottom of the lake. They all seemed to be standing quietly somewhere, and the snow was rolling out from the valley to the surrounding heavens and earth, and their figures seemed to be rolling around, there were so many of them......

The moonlight in the night sky is like water. The moonlight is like water, illuminating countless clothes.

He found that he could no longer sleep well on that bed, and the next day he went back to Mouhuogang, but before he reached the lake, the Jurchen camp was already full of murderous energy......

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The time was noon, the new sour jujube gate, and when the old man walked up to the city wall, he was surrounded by running city defenders.

People carrying buckets of water are pouring up the walls, pouring water on the outer walls and going down again, and so on. The soldiers had erected their shields and prepared the nakshatra rings, rolling logs, and other objects to defend the city. Countless defenders were ready to stretch over the walls.

Above the city, the wind blew very cold, but now the cold was no longer a cause for concern. Qin Siyuan walked to the middle of the city tower not far away, and the same two old men had already arrived there, the leader was Li Gang, and the other was the Western Army's Planter Dao, the Planter Dao had not recovered from a serious illness, but at this time. can only struggle to survive.

Looking out, it was the camp where the Jurchens were stationed during the siege of the city - during this time, some siege stone throwing equipment was displayed there, but there were not many of them. However, at this time, the atmosphere on the film site has begun to change.

More siege equipment and armies have not yet arrived, but the scouts outside the city have received news that the Jurchen general attack is coming.

For this period of time, the Jurchens have been immersed in the matter of making instruments. All the people in the city know it. Seed Master Dao had considered the strategy of taking the initiative to attack during his illness, but with Yao Pingzhong's matter, no one dared to take on such a plan anymore, and the 30,000 family army brought by the Seed Master Dao's clan brother Seed Master had also suffered a defeat on the plain outside Bianliang City not long ago, and at this time they were cowering nearby to rectify their defense.

At the time of the first arrival of the Western Army. People have deep expectations for the combat effectiveness of the Western Army. There is a feeling that the Western Army will be able to turn the tide as soon as it arrives. Yao Pingzhong's defeat broke this expectation, and people could continue to look forward to the Seed Master Dao, but under this expectation, when the Seed Master led the army to come, the Seed Master Dao could not blindly let it stand still, and as a result, the two sides launched a battle to kill. The Breeder Army also returned with a feather. Although under the opportunity of the seed master, the seed army still retains the combat power of more than 20,000 people, but at least the people at the top have fully understood that even the strongest western army of the Wu Dynasty is in front of the Jurchen iron cavalry that dominates the world at this time. It's really hard to say.

In fact, at the beginning, perhaps only the seed master Dao himself saw this clearly, after he arrived in the capital, he held down the Yao family's army, and he has also been preventing the reckless attack of the army, only hoping that after his subordinates and all the Qinwang troops meet, they can frighten Yan Zongwang and make him retreat, or concentrate all his forces to fight with him. It's a pity that his prestige was too long when he entered the city, and Zhou Zhe couldn't see it, so he was finally placed under house arrest, and then agreed to Yao Pingzhong's plan. Later, when the seed master was released, the 200,000-strong army had collapsed, and this old man, who was sick but still awake, would never return to heaven again.

At this time, in Bianliang City, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military gathered, and there were still many people who really knew the soldiers. However, the first department of the military department, starting from the highest Tong Guan, saw the momentum of the Jurchens, and did not dare to take over the responsibility of defending the city at all, only saying that he had retired from Taiyuan and could no longer serve the public with his sinful body. Such a vision proves that he is a "knowing soldier", if he doesn't accept it, others will understand, and a few people with qualifications will not dare to take it again.

And the emperor's recent silence has made the left and right ministers hold power, but in fact, they may also get everyone's wait-and-see. In the end, the second minister only has the power to appoint middle-level officers at will, so that their tactical use of defending the city can only be in order, and they can't play too many risky things.

In short, you can only keep it.

The wind blew, and the three old men, all over sixty years old, stood in the wind and snow, waiting for the arrival of Zongwang's army. Only Qin Siyuan, after a long period of solemnity, gradually laughed, and the laughter was heroic, which did not match his usual image. But Li Gang gradually laughed too, and then the seed master Dao also laughed.

"There are three of you and me here today, in the face of this matter, we should be a big deal!" Li Gang said with a smile.

In the distance, the banner of Zongwang's army came.

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Summervillage Valley. The news has arrived.

In the room, Red Ti and Juan'er are sewing some linings for clothes. In the open space outside the door, Qin Siyuan, Han Jing, Yue Fei, Qi Xinyong, Yuwen Feidu and many other people gathered here, watching the young man named Xiao Hei put on those things.

When the armor made of iron and steel pieces was completely worn on his body, the whole person of the young man almost became a walking iron armor.

It wasn't the first time the boy had worn this, and when he swept his punch, the snowflakes in the air whirled and whirled. Behind him, the war horse in iron armor snorted softly, and in the rear of the rear, more than a hundred iron armored heavy riders were all dressed.

"Okay." Ning Yi whispered, and not far away, Qin Shaoqian stroked the iron armor on the war horse, shook his head and sighed.

Putting on a helmet and holding a knife, the young man roared and turned over on the horse.

Soon after, the valley moved, and in the evening, all the people gathered up and down in the entire valley, piles of bonfires spread, Ning Yi and Qin Shaoqian and all the other generals appeared on the high platform above the valley, Qin Shaoqian raised his wine glass to the people in the entire valley. Then, from left to right, slowly fall.

"Today's cup is a sacrifice to the heavens and the earth, to the gods and ghosts, to the dead, and to you and me in this place. Zong Wang has officially sent troops to attack Bianliang today, everyone, the time is coming......"

The bonfire was blazing, the valley was full of slaughter, and everyone was listening to him in silence.

Floating in the sky with wind and snow, it seemed like I didn't dare to approach here for a while......

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Taiyuan.

At night, Qin Shaohe, who was sick, woke up from his sleep, and in the dim room, the concubine fell asleep beside the bed. He kept his eyes open for a long time, and only when he couldn't help coughing did he wake up the other party.

"Master, are you awake, do you want to drink water?" The concubine asked, and then said, "The city defense is fine, don't worry." ”

"I had a dream. I dreamed of my father. He said in a weak voice.

"Father-in-law is in Bianliang, it's better than here, don't worry."

"Hmm." Qin Shaohe nodded slightly, then he smiled and said:

"Zhanmei, I think I may not be able to see my father anymore......"

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The sea of snow spreads, day and night come and go, November 22, early morning came.

This morning in Bianliang City, it was exceptionally quiet, except for the falling snowflakes, as if everyone had not woken up, the carriage of Alum Tower passed through the quiet streets and alleys, and when it came to the vicinity of the city wall, the sky was just slightly white. Shishi got out of the carriage. She has been here a lot to help lately, but this time, the atmosphere in the barracks is a little different.

Before she could discern the change in atmosphere, the sound of a horn came faintly and abruptly through the huge wall in the distance. Huge objects are passing through the sky. There was a muffled bang, a faint light in the sky and snow, as if a wind had suddenly passed by, the teacher's body shrank, she felt the earth move, and someone shouted "ah" in the distance-

Boom –

——Boom Boom T

The sound of the siege rose to its highest level in an instant, and the terrifying sound flooded the city, shaking the qiē it touched......

The ghost door is open...... (To be continued......)

PS: This chapter is 6,900 words - I wonder if I want to add 100 more words - it can be worth two chapters, well, have I finished all the June......

Then let's finish the whole year every month! Ha ha.