When the northwest was plunged into a fierce battle due to the dispatch of the Black Flag Army, Fan Hongji had just crossed the Yellow River in the south, and was running for more important things, temporarily leaving the matter of Xiaocanghe behind.

In the Central Plains, the flames of war are burning, and one of the largest turmoils is spreading from north to south.

Hundreds of thousands of people have hedged, millions have died, and tens of millions have migrated. The chaos and pathos in it are difficult to describe clearly in a short stroke. From Yanmen Pass to Taiyuan, and from Taiyuan to the Yellow River, and from the Yellow River to Xuzhou, the Jurchen armies raged on fire, abducting women, capturing slaves, and killing captives.

For the many people who have died, those who have lost their families and relatives have been scattered, and for them, the traces left in the flames of war, the void left in their souls because of the sudden death of their loved ones, may not be erased in this life.

The resistance of the rebels had become weak since Zhou Yong's southward march and Zong Ze's death, and the forces on both sides of the Yellow River had begun to submit to the Jurchens, and small-scale chaos was intensifying. The villagers and bandits who hid in the mountains because they were unwilling to surrender, the chivalrous and powerful people in the market, resisted wherever they could reach.

The hunt for the lone small group of Jurchens took place every day, but every day, more rebels were killed in this fierce conflict. The Jurchens often had ten rooms and nine empty walls near the cities, and the walls were covered with the heads of troublemakers, and the most efficient and least troublesome way to rule at this time was slaughter.

This is the era of the Jurchens, for them, this is the heroic nature of the sea, every charge and every swing of the sword, is proving their strength. And the once prosperous and prosperous half of the Wu Dynasty, the entire Central Plains. All crumbled and peeled off in such fighting and trampling.

In more than half a year, more and more city gates have been knocked open by the Jurchens, and more and more people have surrendered. Fleeing crowds crowded the roads that the Jurchens had not yet taken care of, and every day, people died of hunger, robbery, and fighting.

In this mighty era, Fan Hongji has already complied with everything that happened in this grand expedition. When in Xiaocanghe. Due to his mission, he was briefly surprised by Xiao Canghe's choice, but after leaving there, he went all the way to the Zhengzhou camp to reply to Wanyan Xiyin, and he was sent to the task of recruiting Shi Bin's righteous army, which was a small part of the vast strategy of the entire Central Plains.

Even if he had tried his best to be honest in front of Wanyan Xiyin and told Xiaocanghe's sights and hears, Wanyan Xiyin's final opinion on that place was to shake his head while holding Ning Liheng's poem: "If the Rin people are there, who is Yun Han dead...... Good poetry! He didn't despise this place of Xiaocanghe, but in the whole battle situation at the moment. There's really no need to pay too much attention to it.

Ning Li Henggu is a masterpiece, at this time, the Jurchen superiors, who is not a heroic man who looks down on the world. Since the beginning of the war, Zong Han, Zong Fu, Zong Bi, Xi Yin, Lou Mu, Yinshuke, Ci Bu Loss, Ba Lisu and others have attacked the city and conquered the city, destroying the withering and decaying almost non-stop. It's just that in the northwest, there are famous generals like Wanyan Lou in charge, and no one can be regarded as an underestimated enemy. In the Central Plains, the front line of the war is rushing to Xuzhou.

Since the Eastern Route Army captured Yingtian, the Middle Route Army captured Bianliang. The backbone of the entire Central Plains has tended to fall in the boiling slaughter, if the Jurchens were to rule in order to occupy the land. This huge Central Plains region will take a lot of time for the Jurchens to digest next, and even if they continue to fight, the southward line has been stretched longer and longer.

The important town of Xuzhou is already the gateway from the Central Plains to the south of the Yangtze River, and in the north of Xuzhou, many local Jurchens have not yet been pacified and conquered. The resistance in various places is still continuing, and people estimate that the Jurchens will not go south for the time being, but Wanyan Zongbi, who is aggressive in the Eastern Route Army, has already brought the vanguard of the army over and surrendered first. Then they encircled and attacked Xuzhou.

A large number of refugees heading south are trapped in the city of Xuzhou, awaiting the verdict of life and death. After refusing to surrender, Wang Fu of Zhizhou sent people south to ask for help, and on the other hand, he ran up to the city every day, trying his best to resist the attack of this Jurchen army.

This is not a violent siege, it is the beginning of the Jurchen people's "search the mountains and pick up the sea" grand strategy, at the same time as the Jin Wushu led the army to attack Xuzhou, the middle route army is sending a large number of lobbyists like Fan Hongji, trying their best to surrender and stabilize the situation in the rear, and a large number of Jurchen troops in the surrounding siege have also poured towards Xuzhou like sparks.

In September, Yinshu arrived in Xuzhou, with a burning emotion in his chest. At the same time, the army of Jin Wushu really launched the most fierce offensive against Xuzhou, and three days later, he led the army into the bloody city defenses, and the blade spread into the city where hundreds of thousands of people gathered.

Outside the city, Yinshuke led his five thousand elite horsemen and began to pull out the camp to the south, and the surging iron hooves rushed to the direction of Yangzhou at the fastest speed.

Search the mountains and pick up the sea to catch Zhou Yong!

The purpose of the Eastern Route Army going south was not only to destroy a Central Plains from the beginning, but to arrest every Zhou family member who dared to be the emperor to the north.

In the same September, in Gyeongju in the northwest, the desperate struggle between the two armies has reached a white-hot state, and in the fierce confrontation and fighting, both sides are already in a state of sleepiness and lack of horses, but even in the state of sleepiness and lack of horses, the confrontation and fighting on both sides have become more and more intense.

On the fourth night of the ninth lunar month, near the area called Xuanjiaao, the two armies that had always been biting each other maintained a short period of calm from a distance that was not too far away, and even in such a calm rest, both sides always maintained a state of being ready to rush towards each other at any time. The soldiers of the four regiments after the sacrifice of the regiment commander Sun Ye sharpened their blades in the night, preparing to launch a feint attack on the Jurchens at night - it didn't matter if the feint attack turned into a real attack, in short, the other party could not sleep peacefully. At this time, the ground is still muddy, and the starlight is like flowing water.

On the fourth night of the ninth lunar month, in the cellar of the abandoned village of Xuanjiaao, a team of more than 20 people silently waited for the calm of the footsteps above, waiting for the air to gradually thin out, and they were ready to launch a surprise attack on each other in the short time of the nearby Jurchen soldiers, but the air could not support it in the first place.

On this night, they rushed out and rushed to the highest-ranking Jurchen officer who was the first to be seen nearby.

The Jurchen general and the soldiers around him also saw them.

The conflict broke out in an instant!

Zhuo Yongqing held the knife in his right hand and staggered out. His body was covered in bandages, his left hand was still bleeding, his mouth was foaming with blood, he took an almost greedy breath of the night air, and the starlight was gently sprinkled down, he knew. This may be the last breath.

"Father, mother, the child is not filial......" The pain and fatigue are surging up again, and his body seems to be under the weight of a thousand pounds, but at this moment, he just wants to carry the weight on his back and strive forward.

"Rush-"

Hou Wu, Mao Yishan and others put together their shields, and Luo Ye rushed forward: "Jurchen cheap dogs!" Grandpa is here—"

The sound of swords and shields clashing rose to its peak, and a Jurchen guard swung a heavy hammer, and the sound of a tin drum sounded in the night sky. The firelight splashed in the night sky, the sword light was staggered, the blood was flying, the human arm was flying, the human body was flying, and for a short time, the human figure staggered violently.

Dozens of figures rushed into a single piece. Zhuo Yongqing pounced towards the blade of a Jurchen soldier, and the hardness of his armor blocked the opponent's edge. The two rolled to the ground, and Zhuo Yongqing's knife slashed each other's stomachs. The viscous intestines surged out, Zhuo Yongqing laughed, he tried to get up, but fell to the ground, and then he really stood up and staggered two steps. Ahead. Luo Ye, Mao Yishan and others fought with the Jurchen general, and he saw that the Jurchen general was tall and thin, and the big gun in his hand waved violently, forcing Luo Ye and Mao Yishan to retreat at the same time.

Hou Wu, who was fighting with the Jurchens next to him, was shot in the leg by him. The whole person turned to the ground, and the surrounding companions rushed up, Luo Ye rushed towards the Jurchen general again, and the general stabbed Luo Ye with a gun, piercing Luo Ye's shoulder, and Luo Ye shouted: "Kill him!" He stretched out his hand to clasp the spear with his body, but the other party's spear had already been drawn, and one of the two soldiers who rushed up was knocked away, and the other was directly pierced through the throat.

The Jurchen general roared, his voice was heroic, and he killed him with a gun. Luo Ye's shoulder had been pierced, and he staggered to grit his teeth and step forward, Mao Yishan rushed with a shield and blocked the opponent's shot, a rushing black flag soldier was smashed on the head by the big gun, his brain burst and fell to the side, Zhuo Yongqing was about to swing his knife up, and a companion behind shouted: "Be careful!" Pushing him away, Zhuo Yongqing fell to the ground, and when he looked back, the soldier who had just pushed him away had been pierced in the stomach by the big gun, and the blade of the spear protruded from behind and stirred it neatly.

Flesh splattered through the air as if it were bursting.

Killing each other in the night, people kept falling, and the Jurchen general waved a big gun, like the god of war in the night, smashing the people around him in the blink of an eye, knocking them down, and taking their lives. Mao Yishan, Luo Ye, Qu Qing and others rushed forward bravely, and in this moment, the fierce fight that was not afraid of death also stabbed him, but when the sound was directly unloaded by the iron armor on the other party, the figure and blood bloomed violently.

Zhuo Yongqing rushed forward in the bloody air, in the staggered blade and knife light, the Jurchen general stabbed a black flag soldier to the ground again, Zhuo Yongqing only had his right hand to swing the knife, he crossed the long knife to the extreme, and rushed into the battle circle, the Jurchen general looked at him suddenly, in this gaze, Zhuo Yongqing saw a calm and surging killing intent, which was a huge sense of oppression accumulated after fighting on the battle array for a long time and killing countless opponents. The spear swung like a giant dragon with its tail, and smashed it with a bang, and at this moment, Zhuo Yongqing hurriedly swung the knife.

The long knife that couldn't reach the other party was thrown out, his foot stepped on the slippery flesh, slid to the side, the sweeping iron spear flew over his head, Zhuo Yongqing fell to the ground, his hands were full of sticky flesh and blood of the corpse, he got up, ashamed of his cowardice at that moment, this shame made him rush forward again, he knew that he was going to be stabbed to death by the other party, but he was not afraid at all.

However, the spear did not stab, he rushed over and threw the tall and thin Jurchen general to the ground, the other party stretched out a hand to grab his shirt and resisted, Zhuo Yongqing grabbed a brick and smashed it desperately on the opponent's head, bang

The moment Zhuo Yongqing slipped and threw out the long knife at the moment of fear, he cut the throat of the other party.

Mao Yishan and the others rushed up with shields and formed a small defensive formation, and around, the Jurchen battle horn had risen, and the soldiers came over like a tide. They fought hard, they were killed in the hard fight, and in the blink of an eye, the blood had stained everything red, and the corpses were piled up all around.

At the same time, the Huaxia Army launched a charge in the darkness of night......

In September, when Xuzhou fell, the court in Yangzhou was still ignorant of the matter. On the seventh day of the ninth lunar month, the message suddenly came into the palace, and the five thousand elite horsemen of Yinshuke had reached the Tianshui Army, and Zhou Yong, who was looking for fun in the palace, was stunned.

The Tianshui Army is less than a day's journey from Yangzhou, and since the messenger has arrived, it is said that the other party is already on the way, and it may be about to arrive.

Zhou Yong put on his pants and ran, on the way, he asked the eunuchs around him to inform Junwu and Zhou Pei, a pair of children, and then came to the ferry of Yangzhou City as soon as possible, and got on the big ship that had already been ready to escape.

An hour later, Zhou Yong ordered the boat to sail in a fit of anxiety.

Yangzhou in September, with the unique gray color after autumn, this evening, Yinshuke's army arrived here. At this time, the officials and wealthy families in the city were fleeing one after another, and the army of the city defense hardly had any will to resist.

At night, the entire Yangzhou city was ablaze with fire, and the retaliatory burning began.

On the other side, Yue Fei's army fled with Junwu in a hurry, and in the rear, the refugees chased after some of the Jurchen cavalry who learned that there was a little prince who failed to get on the boat, at this time, the boats on the Yangtze River near the vicinity had basically been occupied by others, Yue Fei finally found a small boat, and sent Junwu across the river with a few personal guards, and he led the soldiers who had been trained for less than half a year to fight with the Jurchen cavalry on the riverside.

The boat passed towards the center of the Yangtze River, and on the shore, there were constantly civilians who were forced to jump into the river by fighting, and the fighting continued, the corpses floated on the river, and the blood gradually dyed on the Yangtze River.

People are still dying, Yangzhou burned in the fire for three days, half of the city was burned, for the south of the Yangtze River, this is just the beginning of the catastrophe. In Xuzhou, after the end of a massacre, the Jurchen's Eastern Route Army was about to spread down, and in the next few months, it completed an unstoppable burning and killing journey across the south of the Yangtze River - because they failed to capture Zhou Yong in the end, Wanyan Zongfu, Zongbi and others began a series of burning and massacring cities.

In the whole two years of Jianshuo, the Central Plains, the south of the Wu Dynasty sank in a sea of fire and blood, and the places affected by the war were all dead and wounded, and mourning was all over the field, in this killing feast that almost ran through the prosperity of the Wu Dynasty, only in September of this year, the news from the northwest sent a bitter fruit that was difficult to swallow to the Jurchen army. It almost interrupted the Jurchens' high-spirited momentum when they searched the mountains and seas, and also planted the basis for the unimaginable monstrous revenge of the Jin State against the northwest later.

However, war, it will never give the slightest mercy because of people's cowardice and retreat, in this arena, whether it is strong or weak, it can only continue to move forward by any means, it will not give even a second of respite because of people's pleas for mercy, nor will it give the slightest warmth because people claim to be innocent. Warmth comes because of the order that people themselves have established.

The order has been shattered, and since then, only the iron and blood, the courage to face the blade, the deepest struggle and shouts of the soul can make people barely stand in this sea and rain and wind, until one side dies, until the old man is old, and he will not die.

On the sixth day of the ninth month of the second year of Jianshuo, Ning Yi got the news that came, and at that moment, he knew that this place was really going to become a pit for millions of people.

"Well done......" he even smiled, a sigh that bordered on moaning in his throat.

“…… That's not how the script is written......" (To be continued.) )

PS: Well, change the title of the next chapter.