Amid the roar of cannons, murderous soldiers marched through the city, and the flames and blood had long since drowned everything.

In the continuous struggle and roaring, Zhi Keqiu, who was already seriously injured, finally drooped his head and stopped moving, Chen Shiqun's laughter gradually became hoarse, and when he looked back, a group of Mongols were taking prisoners to the high city wall of Fuzhou, and then pushing them down in rows.

The whole city seemed to crumble and fall in the roar and flames.

In the past few years, in this place, I have struggled and dealt with the Western Army under his command, and the scenery and people living in the vicinity have long been dissolved into my heart and become a part of my memory. It was only then that he finally understood that from now on, all of this would no longer exist.

Just like his dead wife, daughter, and family.

It is also like the fallen Central Plains and the Wu Dynasty.

At this time, he also knew the news that Emperor Zhou Yong had fled and the Wu Dynasty had finally collapsed. Sometimes, people are in the midst of this wave of drastic changes in the heavens and the earth, and they have an unbelievable feeling about the many changes, but at this time, he saw the scene of the slaughter of the people in the city, and after being confused, he finally understood.

The drastic changes in heaven and earth are mighty, this is an irresistible force, how can the prefecture be spared?

In the midst of the fierce wind, the Khan dynasty named Zamuhe came over here, laughing heavily and heroically. Chen Shiqun had tears in his eyes, he raised his hands towards the other party's figure, and knelt down.

Behind him, the family is ruined, the ethnic group is scattered early, the small northwest has become a white land, the Wu Dynasty is disintegrating in a blood and fire, and the Jurchen beasts are wreaking havoc on the world. History has never looked back, and at this moment, he can only adapt to this change and make the last choice he can make as a Han Chinese.

——Dedicate this world to the conquerors from the steppe.

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When the little man named Chen Shiqun made a terrifying choice in the northwest corner where no one had any scruples. The crown prince of the Wu Dynasty, who had just succeeded to the throne, was pressing on the last national fortune of this dynasty that had lasted for more than two hundred years, and made a Jedi counterattack in Jiangning that shocked the world.

Outside Jiangning City on the seventh day of the ninth month, with the slaughter of more than 100,000 defenders of the city, the mutiny of the crowd broke out like a plague in a vast area that spanned dozens of miles.

After more than two months of siege, what shrouded the heads of millions of surrendered troops was the ruthless ruthlessness of the Jurchens and the high pressure that they could be transferred to the battlefield at any time to send them to death, and with the collapse and surrender of more and more regions of the Wu Dynasty, the surrendered troops in Jiangning had no way to rebel and escape, and could only wait for the verdict of fate in daily torment.

The new emperor of the Wu Dynasty succeeded to the throne, but he couldn't save them from fire and water, but as the white banner of Zhou Yong's death fell, the dragon flag of the seventh day of the first month was raised, which was the signal of the last chance, but it also flashed in everyone's hearts.

Such an opportunity, of course, is not an opportunity to fight the defenders of Jiangning. The land of millions of soldiers is vast and vast, and if there is really a fight, I am afraid that for a day and a night, many people are still circling around the battlefield, but with the appearance of war signals, all kinds of rumors swept across the entire battlefield in almost half an hour, and then with the thoughts and incitement of "taking the opportunity to escape" or "fighting with them", it turned into an uncontrollable riot and broke out on the battlefield.

The soldiers, who were not even fully armed, rushed out of the wooden wall that surrounded them, rushed in different directions with all kinds of thoughts, and soon ran involuntarily in the midst of the huge crowd.

The soldiers who had slaughtered from Jiangning City grabbed the edge of the surrendering army, shouting and roaring to drive them westward, and the millions of people were more like sheep on this day, some lost their way, and some kept moving west under the shouts of the generals who still had flesh.

The first group of troops who approached the Jurchen military camp just chose to flee, and then they were ruthlessly suppressed by Zongfu's troops, but not long after, the main force of the Zhenhai Navy led by Junwu and Han Shizhong rushed up in waves, Zongfu was angry and defended the ground, but after noon, more and more Wu Dynasty troops rushed towards the flank and rear of the Jurchen camp.

This is the last bloody nature of the soldiers of the Wu Dynasty to be inspired, wrapped in the tide of charge, and constantly shaken and annihilated in the artillery fire of the Jurchens, and on the front line of the battlefield, the Zhen Navy and the Jurchen forward troops are constantly clashing, and in the encouragement of Jun Wu, the Zhen Navy even faintly has the upper hand, pressing the Jurchen troops back again and again.

In the south of Jiangning City, the Beiwei army led by Yue Fei was like a hungry wolf, cutting up the Central Plains Han army troops loyal to the female truth with an almost crazy offensive, and drove the Wu Dynasty army to pounce on Wanyan Zongfu with the huge pressure of the cavalry troops.

At this point, Wanyan Zongfu's flank defense line was lost, and hundreds of thousands of Jurchen troops finally withdrew to the west and south in a systematic manner, and the battlefield was full of blood, and I don't know how many Han people died in this large-scale war......

……

The autumn wind was blowing, in the south of Jiangzhou City, when he saw the news of the war just now, Xi Yin's hand holding the paper trembled slightly, his lips were pursed, and his eyes became sharp.

Beside him, truckloads of grain and grass were entering the city, and the convoy of grain from the south stretched out almost far and wide under the watchful eye of the soldiers.

Wanyan Qingjue, who came to ask for peace, waited behind him, the little prince of the Jin Kingdom had made great contributions in the previous war, got rid of the image of a gentleman with nepotism, and now he was also about to go to the direction of Changsha, lobbying and inciting various forces to surrender in the surrounding area, and sending troops to the couch.

Xi Yin slowly read out the information on the intelligence.

“…… At the end of this battle, Zongfu's army retreated for more than 40 miles, and the army led by Yue Fei, Han Shizhong and others pursued and killed all the way until late at night, with nearly 30,000 dead and wounded and missing...... Rubbish. Xi Yin slowly folded the paper, "Regarding the battle situation in Jiangning, I have already warned him, don't treat the surrendered Han people as human beings, sooner or later they will be counterattacked." The third child seems to be obedient, but in fact he is stupid, he dragged millions of people to the battlefield, and thought that he had humiliated these Han people, why did he want to dissolve Jiangning into molten iron...... If you don't do this kind of stupid thing, Jiang Ning is already finished. ”

Xi Yin's words were word-by-word, but Wanyan Qingjue knew that the master was already in great anger, and he pondered for a moment: "If this is the case, that new monarch of the Wu Dynasty has broken the Jiangning crisis, I am afraid that it will become a situation again?" Do you want Master to go back...... Help those two ......."

"It's not going to be weathering." Xi Yin shook his head, "In the area south of the Yangtze River, those who surrendered have expressed their stance one after another, and the decline of the Wu Dynasty has been achieved, just like an avalanche, even if some places want to surrender and go back, it is difficult to say whether the little army in Jiangning can hold it or not......"

"But the million Wu Dynasty troops ......"

"Native chickens and dogs, let's not say that they want to go back to the people dare to do their subordinates, the autumn harvest has been completed, now most of the military rations in Jiangnan are in my hands, the new monarch has guarded Jiangning for three months, and it is a question of whether he can feed people, don't worry about this, when Zongfu Zongbi regroups, Jiangning will not be able to hold it after all. The only chance for that new monarch is to leave Jiangnan and take Zongfu Zongbi around, if he wants to find a place to defend it, there will be no more chance of this ruin. Xi Yin paused, and there were two jagged strands of white hair floating in the mountain breeze, "What makes the teacher sigh is that my Jurchen combat power has faded, and the fact that it is no longer the same year has finally been revealed by those losers, you look at it, the one in the southwest who is good at propaganda, and the 120,000 Han army broke the Jurchen million, and it will soon be talked about." ”

Wanyan Qingjue said: "But at this time, I believe that these remarks are no longer able to return to the sky, but Master...... The Han army of the Wu Dynasty has no morale at all, and even if millions of soldiers are sent over this expedition to the southwest, I am afraid it will not have much impact on the Black Flag Army. The disciple was worried......"

"Drive the donkey and boil the eagle, each according to his own method." Xi Yin shook his head, "The master has already said that Zongfu is fallacious, how can he be as stupid as him." The land south of the Yangtze River is vast, the Wu Dynasty is dead, everyone is seeking self-protection, in the future, my Dajin will live in the north, beyond the reach of the whip, rather than trying hard to force them to death, it is better to let the warlords of all parties divide the territory, and let them kill themselves. For the Battle of the Southwest, I will treat them fairly, with clear rewards and punishments, and as long as they can play a certain role on the battlefield, I will not be stingy with rewards. You guys, don't rely on yourself to be a big gold noble, your eyes are above the top, you must know that an obedient dog is much better than a dog that complains about you. ”

Wanyan Qingjue bowed: "The teacher's teachings, Qingjue remembers them in his heart, and he never forgets them." ”

Xi Yin waved his hand: "Okay, let's go, go to Changsha this time, you have to be careful in everything, I heard that several groups of people from the Huaxia Army have already passed over there, your status is noble, when you act, pay attention to protect yourself." ”

"Please rest assured, Master, in the past few years, Qing Jue has no contempt for the Huaxia Army, and he will live up to his orders this time...... As for several batches of people from the Huaxia Army, Qing Jue is also ready to meet them! ”

He uttered these words, and soon after, he took his leave under the gaze of Hee-yin. He led a team of thousands of horses to leave Jiangzhou and embark on a journey, and soon on the other side of the mountains, he saw the traces of the transfer of the army led by Yinshu, and between the ups and downs of the mountains, the army and the battle flag stretched all the way, like a turbulent iron stream.

This is the Jurchen people's rise on the road to swallow the world's pride, Wan Yan Qingjue looked at it from afar, his heart was heroic, he knew that the older generation will slowly pass away, and soon after, the heavy responsibility of protecting the country will overwhelm their shoulders, at this moment, he is proud of this heroic scene that he can still see.

The surging army advanced to the west.

……

To the west of Chengdu, hundreds of miles away, is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, which is now known as Tibet.

Tibet has a long history, and has always been a herding tribe that has been fighting and killing endlessly, and since the Tang Dynasty, in the hands of several kings such as Songtsen Gampo, there has been a short period of great unification. But soon after, Fu fell into division again, and the princes of all sides on the plateau fought and divided, and the glory of the late Tang Dynasty has not been restored.

Located at the southern tip of Tibet, the Dayang is a medium-sized tribe – which has naturally flourished – and has been in decline for nearly a hundred years. Decades ago, a man who pursued the path of the sword once traveled to the plateau and formed a deep friendship with the leader of the Dayang tribe back then, and this man was Liu Dabiao, the owner of Badaozhuang.

The Dayang tribe, which owned a large area of open-pit iron ore in its jurisdiction, had close contacts with Badaozhuang and established a very reliable way to smuggle goods for a time. Later, Fangla rebelled, and many weapons were secretly transported from Tubo, but with the failure of the Yongle Dynasty uprising, the power of Badaozhuang fell into a trough, and the Dayang tribe in Tubo was also invaded by several nearby tribes, and in a few years, it was almost annexed and removed.

On the eve of the Battle of Xiaocanghe, Ning Yi deployed the troops of Badaozhuang to Dayang for thousands of miles to stabilize the situation. Later, the Huaxia army retreated south, and some of the elites were thrown into Dayang by Ning Yi, on the one hand, to keep Dayang's precious iron ore, and on the other hand, to further train troops in a closed environment. Later, more than 20,000 strong-bodied and strong-willed soldiers entered the area, and they first defeated several nearby Tibetan tribes before settling on the plateau.

In the past few years, the Dayang tribe has been attacked and conquered by various parties in the vicinity, and the young and strong people in the tribe have almost been killed and wounded, but the people on the plateau are fierce, and no one in the tribe has even raised the idea of surrendering before the men of the tribe have died. When the Huaxia army came, there were a large number of women and children left in the Dayang department, and the ethnic groups on the plateau wanted to survive, and the young soldiers of the Huaxia army also hoped to start a family, so the two sides were united. So now, the soldiers of the Huaxia Army have replaced most of the men of the Dayang tribe, and the two sides have gradually merged together.

For several years, the soldiers of the Huaxia Army have been polishing their bodies and will on the plateau, galloping on the fields, patrolling on the snowy peaks, and groups of soldiers are required to cooperate and survive in the most harsh environment. What is used to polish their minds is the battle of Xiaocanghe, which is constantly mentioned, the tragedy of the Han people in the north and the Central Plains, the humiliation brought about by the Jurchens raging in the world, and the glory of the three counties of Hedeng to fight out of the Chengdu Plain.

Compared with the large number of administrative members cultivated in the three counties of Hedeng, on this plateau, the Black Flag Army led by Qin Shaoqian was more focused on refining everything they had born for battle, refining the soldiers' bodies and wills into the most ferocious and deadly steel every day.

Among them, one of the things that can bring them comfort is the warmth brought by the wives and children of the soldiers who have already married families; The second is the towering Xiaocanghe Battle Monument on the Huaxia Military Square in Dayang, where the ashes of tens of millions of heroes are buried, every day, the black monument is quietly and silently looking down on everyone, reminding them of their tragic past and mission.

On this day, a low trumpet sounded above the plateau.

The soldiers returned from the high snowy peaks, from the training fields, embraced their wives and children with tears in their eyes, and began to gather in the square of the barracks, and in front of the huge monument lay down certain objects containing the memories of those years: the bloody clothes of the once dead brothers, the bandages, the pieces of armor they carried, the broken blades......

This is what the army requires of them when all of them come to the plateau, and each soldier brings one thing with them, remembering Xiaocanghe and remembering the bloody battles in the past.

“…… One day, when you let go of these things, we will come out of here and pay all the blood debt to those enemies. ”

Many things were laid down one after another, and the goshawk flew high in the sky, and under the sky, a column of slaughtering phalanxes silently formed. Their tall bodies were almost identical, straight as steel.

Qin Shaoqian stepped onto the high platform.

“…… The Jurchens overthrew the Wu Dynasty and will enter Chengdu...... Sticky Han is here! His voice spread far above the plateau, echoing under the sky, and in the low sky, clouds gathered with the sound. But no one heeded, and the voice of man was spreading across the earth.

"Everyone!" The voice echoed, "The hour ......"

"-It's here!"

After that sound fell, there was a loud bang on the plateau that shook the earth, like a jade dragon that had been frozen for thousands of years and began to disintegrate.

On this day, the Chinese Seventh Army began to leap out of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

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More than 100 miles away from the garrison of the Huaxia Army, Pharmacist Guo received the news of Dayang's abnormal movement.

There was silence around him, and he stepped out of his tent, as if the lack of oxygen on the plateau made him feel oppressed, the vast wasteland was endless, and the sky was silently hung with low, dreary clouds.

There was a trembling emotion that began at the tail vertebrae and spread inch by inch.

He knew that a huge storm that had nothing to do with the plateau was about to blow......