The stone has been on that ridge since many, many years ago. It was a nameless low ridge, unremarkable, no scenic spot to praise, and that stone was just one of many stones that had witnessed the rise and set of the sun, experienced the vicissitudes of life, and endured the changes of the seasons. The Yellow River flooded its body several times, and children herding cattle occasionally rested on it as the crowd came and went. In a long, long time, it hasn't moved its position.

When the armor-piercing man dragged it away from there, snow had just fallen from the sky, as had fallen many years earlier. It was dragged one by one with many stones to some flat ground, and when the snow would cover it, the people who had dragged it began to knock it on it with something, and it was smashed a little rounder, and then piled up in countless other stones.

In front of it, there was a rough, wooden camp, and in the distance, huge walls stretched out on either side of heaven and earth.

The snow was falling, the sun was rising and setting, and the stone was sometimes bustling and sometimes deserted, with people running back and forth, sometimes removing its companions, sometimes stuffing more stones around it. The light and the dark flow alternated, and suddenly the surroundings became more lively, and the footsteps of men and horses shook the earth, and more instruments with wheels were pushed from all sides. The restless breath is mixed with falling snowflakes.

When the light of day went down and brightened again, a huge buzzing vibration had already enveloped it, and the voices of people were running, all kinds of rough and strange sounds, and around it, a large number of stones were quickly removed, and those stones streaked across the sky and disappeared. Finally, the footsteps came and lifted it. Place on a wooden board. They rushed through the difficult snow, the road was bumpy, sometimes high and sometimes low, and when someone rushed over, they leaped over the rock, and then the footsteps of a large number of galloping horses were heard around them. The plank hit the low-lying ground, and with a bang, the stone rolled down, and the man fell beside it, but after a moment he got up and pushed it up again.

The little journey ended beside a huge wooden apparatus, and as the plank stopped, two men lifted the stone. Place it in a recessed container. The stone sank, the sound of the winch rang out, and the shouts of men rang out.

After a short while, it flew into the sky. The snowflakes in the sky stretched into the endless distance, colliding with the snowflakes and rushing through the cold wind, and the procession of horses ran below its body, and below it fell men, blood and flames. Hysterical shouting. The massive wall in front of him quickly enlarged, and arrows with sharp arrows rushed in the opposite direction of him. In the blink of an eye, an arrow sped in front of it, collided with it, and then bounced off without a trace.

The huge city tower, the words "New Sour Date Gate" flashed, and the stone hit the giant wall. Stone chips were splashed everywhere, and then there was a huge drop, which fell from the top of the high city wall, and with a bang, there was a splash of ice and water. The stone falls on the edge where the original moat intersects with the city walls. Half of it smashed into the ice. Half of it is still outside.

To the left and right of it, more stones hit the ramparts, and then fell, as did snowflakes, arrows, and other things. As it remained still, strange things rained down on it, and the arrows bounced off, and the water that fell from above the high wall froze over it, and then it was smashed open by another falling stone, and the snow fell, and then the great wood came down with a loud bang.

The restless and violent scene paused as the sky turned dark, the snow was still falling, and there was a light on the walls, and a continuous light behind them, and water washed down from the walls. Before dawn, when the surroundings were still silent, at a certain moment, the sound of agitation suddenly sounded again, stones flew, arrows flew, the fire was approaching, huge wooden buildings and ladders were also approaching, and a ladder was erected above the position of the stone, and then the human body also fell, falling next to the stone, strange flesh and blood, and then, a black viscous liquid.

The whistling sound swept through the light, and the fire spread down, and the stones were drowned in the blazing firelight, and then the burning people also fell down with a scream, and soon after, the ladder also fell......

The light of the sun rose in the east, sweeping over the great wall, changing positions and setting again, and the myriad lights and shadows around it clashed. In the journey of the stone, the surrounding qiē is both ephemeral and eternal. Whether it is experiencing a huge explosion, division, or transformation, whether it is surrounded by qi, water, hard gems or glittering pearls, whether a part of it becomes a lush tree, or a flesh-and-blood life, whether it can fly or merge with the soil, all qiē is like a change of wind blowing up sand and dust, and this change is a part of eternity.

It was silently embedded in the ice that had melted and begun to condense, and what had fallen was shaped over and over again around it. Cavalry runs, arrows fly, swords and spears intersect, flesh and blood splatter, snow dances, flames burn...... The corpse fell with a scream, shattering its hard bones and slowly sliding the sticky flesh off the stone before continuing to congeale......

These qiē are all part of eternity, but perhaps in a brief period of time, they have some different meanings for these transient objects called living beings......

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"Ahhhh

The huge hysterical sound was filled with a qiē, blood was in the eye sockets, which made people's heads hurt, the wooden frame was being pushed frantically in the dancing knife light, the Jurchen was pushed backwards, and then hit the battlements, he didn't want to be pushed down, he reached out and climbed on the battlements, the knife light that cut off the hand forcefully, Xue Changgong kicked hard, and kicked the man down the city!

"What about the others! What about the others! ”

Xue Changgong yelled vigorously at the captain next to him whose face was covered with blood, he rushed to the female wall, poked his head out and glanced out, the city wall stretched for several miles, and the Jurchens were rushing towards it. The siege of the wooden towers and ladders were all erected, the moat at the city gate was filled, the rushing car was escorted forward by the soldiers with shields, someone poured fire oil from the city tower, pulled out a long fire dragon in the wind and snow, and the arrows were shooting down lifelessly. Another wave of assault.

"There are only so many people! The other brothers are dead! Just now the Jurchens rushed up—"

"The yaksha is not enough. If someone cuts it down, call it up! And the oil oil, don't be reluctant to burn oil - don't patronize the main entrance! Look at the third section of E, come with me! The Jurchens are going to storm that side—"

Outside the city walls, the Jurchens attacked like a tidal wave, and inside the city walls, the soldiers and the volunteers who defended the city were like ant colonies frantically going up and down. Even if the greatest forces have been mobilized, the defenses on the walls are sometimes not thick enough. The Jurchens launched a fierce attack on the entire northern wall. Its madness was enough to make the defenders of every section of the city wall feel terrified. However, it was precisely with this furious attack that the Jurchen generals tested the weak points on the city walls—more appropriately, they took the initiative to create weak points, trying to break the defenses of the entire city walls with the amazing fighting consciousness of the soldiers.

In the fierce attack, the Jurchen horse team also galloped under the city, and suppressed the city walls with high-density arrows. As soon as the defenses on a certain section of the city wall are slightly weakened, the siege forces will rush towards this side in a frenzy, once the Jurchen soldiers rush to the top of the city. The tears in the hole immediately brought staggering casualties, in the midst of a three-day siege. Such a record, the Jurchens have achieved it four times.

At noon on November 23, more than 50 Jurchen soldiers managed to climb the wall, and they slaughtered the surrounding defenders, along with the people who assisted in defending the city, in large numbers and retreated, forcibly killing these 50 people. In the short time of retaking the city wall, more than 500 soldiers and civilians died, and a large part of them were directly killed by the Jurchen soldiers and fell from the inside of the city wall to death.

And on the afternoon of the twenty-second day, when the Jurchens first climbed the wall. With their strong combat power, they repelled the three attempts of the Wu Dynasty soldiers to recapture the wall, when they held the wall, a large number of Jurchens were pouring up, and the recapture of the Wu Dynasty soldiers became a refueling tactic. Later, it was the cultivator Dao himself who led the Shenbow battalion to come over, covered the city with arrows, and then piled up more than 3,000 elites at both ends of the city wall, and finally temporarily pressed the Jurchens back. This wave of casualties of 1,500 people, at that time, the Jurchens and the guards of the Wu Dynasty had not yet adapted to such a high-intensity rhythm, but the sensitivity of the Jurchens' combat consciousness was amazing, of course, in the subsequent battle, the middle-level generals of the Wu Dynasty, such as Xue Changgong, were finally able to adapt to such a battle.

Occasionally, flying stones and arrows flew over the walls and smashed into the crowd on the inner side of the walls—among the Jurchen siege machines, not many were able to throw stones at them, and even if they did, they often ventured into the range of the bows. But almost every time there is a chance of casualties. Compared with the Jurchens, who were the besieging party and could set up ladders anywhere outside the city, the Wu Dynasty people were the defenders of the city, and the corridors between the upper and lower city walls were often fixed. When the intensity of the battle above the city walls is too high, the defense equipment needs to be replenished at any time, and the large crowd of people in the corridors often becomes victims of stray arrows or stones.

But there is no other way to evacuate except to subconsciously avoid on the spot or find a wooden plank to top, because once their work stops, the defense on the city wall will be in jeopardy.

In fact, the Jurchens' frantic offensive and astonishing combat effectiveness were already taking away part of the defenders' fighting spirit. This kind of fighting intent is not to order people to flee, but to make people really realize the strength of this army, that kind of amazing fighting intent makes the Jurchens once they break through the city, to press them back, it will cost several times their lives, the soldiers of the Wu Dynasty are not subconsciously dodging, but subconsciously feel that they can't be beaten when they catch up.

At this time, the Wu Dynasty's defending army was the most elite forbidden army of the Wu Dynasty, and their training and food were sufficient on weekdays, so they would not run away - it was useless to flee - but that's it. In the face of the founding army of the first dynasty, the gap in subjective initiative was almost irreparable, and for three days, on the city defense line that stretched for several miles, this defensive string was always tightened, and people were in a hurry to deal with it, and the city defense seemed to be about to collapse at any time.

But after all, it hasn't collapsed yet.

Rolling logs and stones were rained down from the walls, mixed with oil, hot water, and arrows, and the walls were covered with yaksha rings with sharp knives or barbs, and soldiers wielding long poles were occasionally shot by stray arrows and fell in pools of blood, while the people who came up to deliver things occasionally picked up the poles and shouted and waved them. Trying to stop the Jurchens from coming up from the ladder, the fiery and turbulent shouts and sounds of battle mixed with the wind and snow spread throughout the city wall.

A large number of wounded were carried down and sent to the wounded barracks. The weather was too cold, and the injured two days earlier quickly contracted the wind chill due to the decline in the body's resistance. The infirm are dying at any time and place, and all the doctors in the city have been mobilized. Master Li was helping in it, she hadn't rested for a day and a night, her clothes were dirty, her hair was messy, her forehead and face were stained with other people's blood, and there were ashes from plants and trees when boiling medicine.

This is a tragic scene that suddenly came. She was already a little stunned, coupled with the almost non-stop busyness in the past few days, accompanied by blood, it was difficult for her to think about the things in front of her, and she could only deal with them endlessly-Hou Jing once told her about the casualties during the Jurchen attack, but in the current situation, maybe Hou Jing was a little confused.

In just three days, under the strong attack of the Jurchens. Maybe the entire Bianliang City is already confused.

Panic about war. Swept.

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Twenty miles northwest of Mutuogang, more than 40,000 Changsheng troops led by Guo Yaoshi, Zhang Linghui, and Liu Shunren had already left the Jurchen camp.

Zong Wang wanted to storm Bianliang, and at the same time further train the Jurchens' siege combat power, which was constantly improving when they destroyed the Liao State, and did not think about the possibility of failure. In this big battle. He did not involve Guo Yaoshi's army, of course, there was a reason for arrogance and self-confidence, on the other hand, along the way, the Jurchen Eastern Route Army. and never really fought together with the resentful army.

In the process of going south, there was no enemy that needed the merger of their two armies to defeat, and on the other hand, the most important thing was that once they were side by side with Guo Yaoshi on the battlefield, a large part of the cause of victory and defeat in the battle situation was handed over to Guo Yaoshi.

Although Zongwang has already recruited the Changsheng army, there is no "domestication" process for this army. Assuming that the two sides attack Bianliang together and Guo Yaoshi contributes, there is no doubt that the city will fall, but if he turns against him on the battlefield at the most critical moment, even the strongest Jurchen army under his command will probably die nine times out of ten.

Confucian students of the Wu Dynasty like all kinds of conspiracies and tricks, who knows if Guo Yaoshi is playing bitter tricks, waiting to give himself a knife at the most critical moment.

If the people of the Wu Dynasty really fought this kind of ruthless idea, let their army drive straight forward, until the city of Bianliang, and then turn against each other, but it is really as written in that letter, and no one can suppress Sticky Han anymore.

For this reason, Zongwang would not let the victorious army enter the battlefield of the siege. Guo Yaoshi also understood this, and when Zong Wang assigned him a task, he quickly launched an investigation to determine which Wu Dynasty team was the one who wanted to decide the Yellow River. Later, it was found that the most likely one was the Western Army troops now led by the seed division.

Of course, such a conclusion is somewhat reckless, but it doesn't matter. Zong Wang had already started attacking Bianliang, and he didn't want to wait until the first qiē was fully implemented before making a move. Maybe Bianliang will fall by then, and on the other hand, he has taken refuge in the Jurchens, but now he can't get more credit, before Zongwang captured Bianliang, he felt that he had to have a record, under this consideration, the Western Army is the best record - the other guys are soft persimmons, if he is still in the Wu Dynasty, defeating such an army, you can use it to invite merit, but now in the Jin Kingdom, you can boast about it if you fight casually, and it will make people laugh.

Because of this consideration, when a message came from the outside world that it was the Western Army who wanted to do it at this time, he immediately believed it, and set out to go to the current garrison of the Western Army - too lazy to stay in the barracks and eat leisurely.

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Outside Bianliang City, farther away from the Jurchen military camp, Ning Yi rode on a horse, holding a telescope, watching the amazing siege scene, Hongti followed behind his side, Qin Shaoqian was on the other side, and there were still Han Jing and a few others.

After putting down the binoculars, Ning Yi swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "How long can Bianliang last like this?" ”

No one answered, and after a while, Qin Shaoqian said, "...... I don't know. His voice was so low that he didn't have confidence.

Seeing that no one spoke, Han Jing stretched out his hand and pointed at Bianliang: "In all siege battles, if you can't surround it in ten ways, there is also a strong attack on one side, and the strategy of attacking the east and the west is the same." The Jurchen offensive is so fierce that it is concentrated on one side, if it cannot be attacked for a long time, I guess Zongwang will definitely divide his troops to attack the rest of the city gates, if he can anticipate the enemy's opportunity, maybe he can catch them by surprise and eat a bunch. ”

Ning Yi frowned, Yue Fei, who was not far away, did not have a high status among these people, but he was already familiar with it these days, and said at this time: "General Han is reasonable, but the Jurchens here are all elites under Zong Wang, even if they are one-on-one and carry out a surprise attack, I am afraid that we will not be able to take too much advantage, not to mention that the echo on the battlefield is also fast, the soldiers under the command of Zong Wang dismount for foot combat, and get on the horse for cavalry, I am afraid they will not sit back and watch us escape." Don't ignore it. ”

Han Jing said: "Brother Yue reminded me. ”

"However, there are at least 12,000 people in the Muhugang battalion, although most of them are infantry and craftsmen, but with our number, it is still difficult to start." Someone said next to him.

"Anyway, I can't drag it out." Ning Yi glanced at Qin Shaoqian, Hongti and the others, "Go back first, and make a decision tonight...... Get ready to get your hands dirty! ”

The group turned back and went, but the direction they went to was no longer Xia Village, but an abandoned village and town on the Bianliang Snow Field at this time. There were 4,300 people in total, and they had come out of Xia Village at this time and were stationed here.

There were nearly 2,000 people in the team brought by Hongti from Luliang Mountain, of which there were 164 heavy cavalry and the rest were light cavalry. In the Wurui battalion, there were originally more than 1,000 soldiers trained by Qin Shaoqian and Ning Yi in Dulonggang, but after the defeat at the end of September, there are now less than 500 left, and the more than 2,000 cavalry that the Wurui battalion originally managed to pull up suffered a lot of losses, and now Qin Shaoqian has less than 500 cavalry left, plus the rest of the available veterans, which is the number here now. Two thousand five cavalry, one thousand eighteen infantry.

As for those left by Xia Village, there are still more than 15,000 people in total at this time, of course, some of them are elites, bamboo management personnel or martial arts masters who are used to suppress the formation, but this group of people has just been instigated for more than a month, and they can only be left in Xia Village to deal with the defensive battle in the future, pull them out, and face the Jurchens head-on, basically looking for death.

The wind and snow did not stop, falling in the cold villages and towns, Ning Yi and the others discussed the situation, calculated the battle situation, and sometimes argued for a moment. The Jurchens are too strong, and no one knows what Cheng Dù can achieve with this power that can be used in their hands. But there was no time left, and this night, they had to make a decision.

Bianliang, the white-hot battle is still ongoing......

Wanyan Zongwang wants to settle this qiē within a few days...... (To be continued......)

PS: Well, the prelude to the big war, the real unfolding.