Wang Yan was born in the land of lakes and lakes, the land of fish and rice, and has known water since childhood.

When he was young, he often swam the Xiangjiang River with the young people in the clan, although the Grand Canal was wide, but it was difficult for him, but now that there are more Xu Yanyan around him, he is incompetent and has no ability to take him across the river.

At this time, the soldiers of Zhao had already come to the reeds, Wang Yan felt a burst of despair in his heart, and there was only one way to deal with the fugitives, whether it was Da Ming or Li Chuang, that is, to be unforgiving.

Looking at Xu Yanyan beside him, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, Xu Zhizhituo was still echoing in his ears, could he just sit back and give up the promise he made?

Kong said to be benevolent, Meng said to take righteousness!

Although Wang Yan was influenced by many dreams, he was essentially a scholar in the traditional sense. The gentleman fulfills a promise, and travels thousands of miles alone, it is impossible for him to escape alone.

Looking at the soldiers of Zhao who were getting closer and closer, and the swords that were shining brightly, he had made up his mind in his heart, fortunately, Xu Yanyan followed behind at that time, and did not go up to the river to mention it, Zhao Jun should only look at him alone, he must not let Xu Yanyan fall into danger again.

At this time, he put his hands on Xu Yanyan's thin shoulders, making her face him, and then said seriously: "Yanyan, you stay here and hide yourself, no matter what happens, don't make any noise." ”

Wang Yan's words made Xu Yanyan seem to feel something, and she was originally stunned, but she suddenly raised her head and looked at Wang Yan in horror.

This couldn't help but surprise Wang Yan's heart, but he didn't have time to think about it.

He hurriedly took out a piece of beautiful jade from his arms, stuffed it into Xu Yanyan's hand and said: "If you escape, you can go to the west of Changsha City, on the bank of the Xiangjiang River to find the Wang family, and our people will definitely take it in you when they see this token." ”

After speaking, Wang Yan resolutely got up and rushed out of the reeds, and behind him, two lines of tears had already wet Xu Yanyan's face.

"Stop, don't run."

"Catch him, the general will be rewarded."

The soldier of Zhao, who was originally forcing towards the reeds, saw a figure suddenly rush out, and immediately chased after him with a war knife and shouted loudly.

These are all the veterans around Zhao Yingyuan, very elite, Wang Yan didn't dare to look back, just hoping to lead them farther.

He ran wildly all the way, and Sergeant Zhao chased closer and closer, but it was not easy to catch him, but at this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air behind him, and Wang Yan was suddenly shocked.

Only a "poof" sound was heard, and a feather arrow almost pierced his thigh, and the huge pain immediately made him lose his center of gravity and fall down.

"It's over, that's it."

The next moment, several Zhao soldiers had already surrounded him, and immediately punched and kicked Wang Yan. "! Tell you to run for Lao Tzu! ”

After this time, Wang Yan was beaten mercilessly with punches and kicks to the point that he almost fainted.

At this time, seeing that the soldiers were almost venting, and they were afraid that they would really beat Wang Yan to death, a small colonel wearing leather armor and carrying a bow and arrow stepped forward and said, "! Stop, the general wants to live! ”

Only then did the soldier rudely insert Wang Yan up, and walked back like a dead dog. A moment later, he was dragged up the river embankment and brought to Zhao Yingyuan.

Zhao Yingyuan looked at him with a cold face, and the many generals behind him also had the expression of a dead mother, and the entire Zhao army was like two teams compared to when they left the camp. The banner was not in order, the soldiers were depressed, and their morale was low, as if they had suffered a great defeat.

Wang Yan didn't have time to think about these changes, so he heard Zhao Yingyuan speak: "You will flee when you see my army, but which side will do it, north or south?" ”

Hearing this, Wang Yan was confused and didn't understand what Zhao Yingyuan meant, but he knew that he would die this time, so he didn't need to bother to speak, just closed his eyes and waited for death like Xu Zhi.

Seeing this, Zhao Yingyuan was immediately furious and wanted to draw his sword to kill him.

At this time, there was a person behind him suddenly: "This person seems to be Wang Yan of the former camp, who has seen it before, and there are some images." ”

"That's the runaway!" Hearing this, Zhao Yingyuan's face couldn't help but chill, but he didn't draw his sword, but said with murderous cruelty: "Take it back and make an example of it!" ”

At this time, it was getting dark, but the army was not ready to stop, Wang Yan was caught on a horse by a military school, so he did not wait for the infantry army, and followed the cavalry all the way back to the camp.

Wang Yan could feel Zhao Yingyuan's anxiety, and expected that something big must have happened, but why did he bother so much about a dying person.

When he returned to the camp, Zhao Yingyuan went straight to the handsome tent with many henchmen, while Wang Yan was left aside and guarded.

There was nothing to say all night, and he couldn't sleep because he was worried about Xu Yanyan and because of the ups and downs of his fate.

At this time, enduring the cold night wind and looking at the stars in the sky, Wang Yan's heart was infinitely sad, and he couldn't help but recall the short life he was about to end.

He was born in the Wang family of Hengyang, moved to Changsha with his father when he was young, and studied with his cousin Wang Fuzhi, who was more than 20 years old, but his qualifications were mediocre, and he did not get a child until he was 18 years old.

In the fifteenth year of Chongzhen (1642), he and his cousin Wang Fuzhi and others went to Wuchang to participate in the Huguang Township Examination, ranking last, and went to Beijing in the same year to prepare for the Kwai Wei Annual Examination, but his cousin Wang Fuzhi and many Kuangshe fellows, but because the thieves blocked the road, they failed to go to Beijing to catch the exam.

In the sixteenth year of Chongzhen (1643), Kwai did not try Wang Yan to miss, and the road to the south was blocked by Li Chuang's army, so he stayed in Beijing and worshiped Liu Lishun as a teacher.

However, the situation deteriorated rapidly, and most of the people in the DPRK were corpses and vegetarians, and he suddenly felt that there was no way to serve the country, and he was depressed at will, and borrowed wine all day to kill his sorrows, and almost fell into the water and drowned.

In the year of Jiashen (1644), Li Chuang broke through the Beijing Division, and Liu Lishun's family of twelve died in the ring. Wang Yan wanted to die together, but he listened to Liu Lishun's words: "If you are a mediocre talent, you can win the champion, and it is the emperor's grace." Now the mountains and rivers are broken, the Son of Heaven is martyred, I am a minister, and I have to die! My armor is old, death is death, there is no obstacle in the country, but Shiheng is weak, but he has the talent of the auxiliary country and a useful body, how can he talk about life and death lightly. Now the old capital still exists, the country has half of the wall, there is still something to do, when the south is fast, the king of the force is wild, and the wish of the teacher is made. ”

Then he fled all the way south until now.

This night, many characters and many pictures were like floating moonlight shadows in his mind, and it was not until there was a glimmer of morning glow in the sky that he slowly retracted his thoughts.

When it was dawn, the first person Wang Yan saw was the old firehead Li Mazi. When he appeared in front of Wang Yan with a bowl of rice, Wang Yan was actually happy in his heart, it seemed that the escape did not affect the old man, so Wang Yan smiled.

But Li Mazi looked at him with a sad face, he put the bowl of rice in front of Wang Yan, and said sadly: "Let's eat it!" I wanted to make you a good meal, but King Chuang suffered a defeat outside Shanhaiguan, and now he has withdrawn from Beijing and withdrawn to Shanxi, and the officials and gentry in Henan and Shandong have all launched rebellions, and the army has no food and grass, so I can only make you this bowl of rice, old man. ”

"Alas~ go all the way!" Li Mazi couldn't help but sigh, not knowing whether to pity Wang Yan or worry about Zhao Jun's future.

After suffering a defeat outside Shanhaiguan, hasn't Wu Sangui already surrendered? Listening to Li Mazi's words, Wang Yan couldn't help but be stunned, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

Seeing this, Li Mazi thought that he was frightened by this bowl of decapitated rice, and he didn't know how to persuade him, so he simply left more time for him, so he sighed again and walked out.

At this time, Wang Yan's original calm mood of waiting for death no longer existed, and was replaced by the shock of the waves crashing on the shore.

Although he didn't know what was happening outside Shanhaiguan, he knew it when he thought about it.

Since the Chongzhen Dynasty, there has been a war on two fronts, but there is such a phenomenon, all those who have meritorious service and outstanding performance will be sent to conquer Jiannu, and then defeated by Jiannu.

defeated Lu Xiangsheng, who defeated Gao Yingxiang, and beat Li Chuang to only eighteen horses and Hong Chengchou who fled in Shangluo Mountain.

At this time, the pictures of the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood in Wang Yan's mind kept emerging, and he finally believed the prophecy in the dream, his face suddenly turned pale, and the whole person was like crazy, and he said to himself full of fear: "Wear your hair to the left, and those who don't obey will be killed!" ”

Heaven has given him so much revelation, but he has done nothing. When he was in Beijing, under the pretext of having no way to serve the country, he indulged in the Qinglou all day long, and did not think about the danger of the country, which caused the martyrdom of his father. Now if you want to change the fate of the Han people and prevent history from repeating the disaster of Mengyuan, you are already a dying person, and you are powerless.

For a while, Wang Yan's heart was full of remorse, how could he eat the severed head meal?

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Half an hour later, Wang Yan was dragged outside the camp by the soldiers.

Thousands of Zhao troops have been assembled here, and the news of Li Chuang's defeat has spread far and wide, rumors have risen in the army, morale is low, and the soldiers have said a word, and the scene is really chaotic.

The Zhao army is now in a dead place, the northern Zhili is occupied by Jiannu, and the gentry of Shandong and Henan have launched a rebellion, and they have re-raised the Ming banner, arresting the officials appointed by Dashun everywhere, and chasing and killing Dashun's army.

Looking around, the Zhao army was already the only Dashun army within a radius of hundreds of miles, and it was already an abandoned lone army, which could be described as an enemy on all sides.

At such a moment, the army wants to reorganize its morale, which can be used by Wang Yan's head.

"Let's get started!" Zhao Yingyuan, who had a frosty face, said to the little school beside him.

The soldier who was holding Wang Yan saw the little colonel's eyes and threw him in front of the army.

The arrow wound was not treated yesterday, and Wang Yan has now lost too much blood and fell to the ground as soon as he lost it, but as a dignified person, how could he die like this. He gritted his teeth and sat up, only to see a samurai approaching with a large sword, and he knew that it was the last moment.

Well, then say goodbye to this world!

Wang Yan endured the pain, found the right direction, and changed from sitting to kneeling, first bowing to the south, and then sitting and waiting for the blade.

Wang Yan's performance made Zhao Yingyuan stunned, and he couldn't help frowning, and the man in an official robe behind him was also bright, if he can have this bearing, he must be my Confucian disciple!