The night is like black paint, and the moon is in the middle of the sky.

After the rain, the wind came, and the remnants could not sleep.

The dead and the living stay at the foot of the mountain of evil axes at the same time.

But there is no more separation between a world and purgatory, or between today and tomorrow.

Die today or die tomorrow.

Cao Wenzhao finally went to visit his son.

Tang Xidong looked at the names registered in battle one by one by the firelight.

The old brothers of Luoliang Mountain back then went to a few more, and each one less seemed to be making the time of the year more distant.

Just like Liu Lianqing said, there are countless roads in the world, and Luoliang Mountain can also embark on a road that has nothing to do with the world.

But now, the road ahead of us clearly needs to be paved with blood and life.

Tang Xidong looked at the names one by one, and his face showed a hint of decline.

It's not a literary youth, and it's not hypocrisy.

It's just that everyone worked together to live a better life, but those days seemed like yesterday, but he once swore that he would take everyone to live a good life.

He broke his promise!

In the big tent, Cao Wenzhao looked at his son lying on the quilt, and gently brushed his son's cheek by the light of the fire.

He has no son, Cao Bianjiao in front of him is just a child who has just passed twenty, and Cao Bianjiao is the child of his younger brother, who is under his knees.

The Cao family is loyal and righteous, how can ordinary people know that the road ahead is dangerous and send their children to join the army and follow their fathers?

But the Cao family will die for the life of the country and on the battlefield.

Cao Wenzhao sighed and raised his head silently.

Maybe it was a mistake to let his follower follow the army, but this child was born for the battlefield, and he was brave and strategic.

That's it, I have been born and died for Daming for most of my life, so why not sacrifice another son?

"Father." Cao Bianjiao, who was on the quilt, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted hoarsely.

Cao Wenzhao hurriedly lowered his head when he heard the sound, looked at the slave who was struggling to get up, and hurriedly pressed it.

"Father, where is this, has Houjin retired from the army?"

Cao Wenzhao picked up the water bag, poured a bowl of cold water, held the slave's head, fed it gently, and then carefully let him lie down.

Looking at Congzi's anxious face, Cao Wenzhao's face showed complexity: "Pingyang Tang Xidong arrived in the evening with troops, and the entire Houjin army was annihilated, and only less than 100 horsemen escaped, and now there is no war." ”

Cao Bianjiao was in a trance, Pingyang? Tang Xidong?

Then he finally understood the complexity on his father's face, because at this moment he had unspeakable complexity in his heart.

"What? And what about the border troops who came from other places? ”

Cao Wenzhao shook his head, his face was neither happy nor sad.

The complexity on Cao Bianjiao's face became even more intense.

How ironic?

The Great Tent became silent.

At night, the soldiers sent by Cao Wenzhao to report the news to the south set off again, and hurried forward to ask for help.

The 30,000 Ming army suffered 20,000 casualties, and there were only more than 10,000 people left who could fight.

However, there were still five or six thousand Houjin cavalry who continued to plunder east of Taiyuan Mansion.

Even if there are only more than 10,000 soldiers left, Cao Wenzhao still hopes to continue to block, but if he can wait for the Ming army in the south to converge north as soon as possible, then there is hope of victory.

In Cao Wenzhao's heart, the Pingyang Army has helped him a lot, and he has added life-saving grace, and the other party is speechless to persuade him even if he leaves at this moment.

It is still the border army from the south that can be relied on.

So hurry up.

Early in the morning, Tang Xidong took Lang Zhong to Cao Wen's edict.

Off-the-books.

"General Cao, are you awake?"

"I woke up last night, and it's still difficult to get off the ground for the time being, so I still have to thank Brother Tang for Langzhong."

Tang Xidong shook his head and signaled no.

"This is Lang Zhong, who is in charge of internal injuries and external medicine in the army, and he brought it at this time, and he came to check General Xiaocao's injury."

So Cao Wenzhao thanked him again and again and got out of the way.

But Tang Xidong did not enter.

Cao Wenzhao was puzzled.

"General Houjin, who escaped from Weicheng and returned from being captured yesterday, has woken up, and now that his identity has been interrogated, why don't you go and see General Cao together?" Tang Xidong invited.

Cao Wenzhao showed a hint of surprise on his face when he heard this, stabilized his emotions, and nodded.

So the two accompanied each other and went to the prisoner camp.

In the prisoner camp, the only tent was set up for General Jin after the captivity.

As for the other post-Jin Jurchens, they directly tied them together with ropes like the people before, and did not give them food or drink, wind and rain.

Two squads of company members escorted in front of the tent gate.

Seeing Tang Xidong coming, they saluted one after another.

When he opened the big tent, he saw the Jurchen man with his broken left leg lying on the bed, and there was a Lang Zhong sitting next to him.

Seeing Tang Xidong enter the account, Lang Zhong hurriedly saluted and was stopped by Tang Xidong.

"How's the injury?"

"My left leg was broken by the shelling, and I was cured roughly, and I woke up in the middle of the night, and I kept making noise, which was really annoying." Lang Zhong was obviously a little depressed.

After the golden tartar, it is better to catch and kill him directly, wouldn't it be troublesome to treat him?

Tang Xidong smiled: "Go down and rest." ”

Lang Zhong nodded and walked away quickly, with a relieved expression on his face.

Tang Xidong looked at the Houjin Jurchen who was on the bed with his eyes closed, and shook his head.

"General Cao, can you know the identity of the person who is still breathing in front of you?"

"The old man doesn't know, I'm ashamed to say that after a big battle, I don't know who the Houjin Commander is."

"I didn't know that there was nothing wrong before, but now that all the Golden Cavalry have been annihilated, a big victory, it's not too late to know at this time, not to mention catching a big fish."

Looking at the Jurchen man on the bed, Tang Xidong's eyes became cold.

"General Cao, this is the twelfth brother of the famous Houjin chieftain Huang Taiji, Azig is also, this is a real Baylor. It's a pity that now he has a broken leg and is still being captured in the army, and he is disposed of like a pig and a dog. ”

"General Cao must not know that yesterday he captured a lot of Houjin Jurchens, and the sergeants under my command just grabbed a Jurchen captive and threatened to cut off the thing under him, and that guts thing recruited this Baylor's identity. You say, it's funny or not. ”

Tang Xidong sarcastically talked to Cao Wenzhao.

Cao Wenzhao had joy on his face, hatred in his eyes, and he was happy that he caught a big fish, which was a big harvest in the many years of war between Houjin and Daming, second only to Yuan Inspector's artillery bombardment and seriously injured Nurhachi! Even more so than the heavy injury to Nurhachi, because Azig in front of him was captured alive.

What I hated was that the banner owner of one of the Eight Banners of Houjin in front of him led his cavalry to wantonly enter the customs to kill the people, burn and loot, do everything, and do everything evil.

"Azig, I can't imagine it, you are not as good as a slave in the end, and you are not as important as a worm under someone."

"Hahahaha......"

Tang Xidong laughed heartily.

Azig, who had originally closed his eyes on the bed, heard this at this moment, his face was angry, and he struggled to pounce.

But the next moment, he was trampled under Cao Wenzhao's feet.

Azig held back his face flushed, his forehead was sweating with pain, and his mouth yelled and cursed: "Dog slave, dog slave, Ben Belle will kill you, eat your flesh, and swallow your blood." ”

Tang Xidong had long known that the other party was pretending to be asleep, and these Houjin nobles were all proficient in Chinese.

He made sarcastic remarks in order to provoke the other party.

"You are now a dog I tied up, Lao Tzu can kill you at any time and chop you into eight pieces, what do you use to kill grandpa? Yes? ”

Tang Xidong took out the dagger hidden in his arms, and directly carried Azig's ear, and the knife flashed, blood splashed, and the ear left his head.

Tang Xidong's face was stained with blood, and his face was full of anger at the moment.

How many men did these dog girls really kill me? Men, women, and children, even swaddling babies.

He hates!

I couldn't wait to eat their flesh, and I tore it up piece by piece.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the Han family lost their clothes, and the walking corpse was 300 years old.