In the evening, the snow was falling heavily. Thousands of lumberjacks, carrying the logs they had fallen today, shouting the word "hi-yo-yo" from the snow-covered mountains. At this time, the soldiers of the imperial village who had drunk for a long time were holding horse whips and were about to vent their excess energy.

Not a single one had a knife or a mace or anything. Even Ansheru, the head of the imperial village, was only holding a thin horsewhip, ready to teach these lowly slaves a lesson. Because today, these lowly slaves seem to carry down the trees that are not only thinner, but also a little less.

Of course, no matter how many trees the lumberjacks cut down, some people will be whipped every day when they go out and enter the village. This is how the Jurchen overseers demonstrate their authority. As for the reason why these Jurchens did not take the blade, it was because there was no need to take it.

When the 20,000 young men were first sent to the imperial village, at least 800 fully armed Jurchens were guarding them. At that time, every day there were young people who resisted, and every young man was killed. As the young people accepted their fate and began to cut trees obediently, the number of Jurchens who took care of the young and strong gradually decreased. Now there are less than 200 Jurchens, and they are all Jurchen veterans over forty years old. These veterans were no longer physically fit for the battlefield, so they were transformed into overseers of slaves.

But these veterans never took the youth seriously. In their eyes, the long axe in Qing Zhuang's hand was just a tool for chopping wood.

When Ansheru was not retired, he was a Jurchen centurion. But Ansheru can't see that he has ever been on the battlefield at all, because he has become a ball. The stubby figure swelled in all directions. The stubby neck was not hidden in the leather robe, and only two eyes were exposed to look at the lumberjacks descending the mountain.

"Boys, take the whip in your hand. Today, these Song pigs are definitely lazy. Not many trees were cut down at all. It seems that we have been too kind to them these days. More than a dozen will be killed later, chilling their gall. ”

Ansheru's proposal certainly drew a chorus of cheers. All the Jurchen overseers clenched their whips in their hands. Watching the lumberjacks get closer and closer, a bloodthirsty mood spread at the gate of the imperial wall.

Yang Yun, Liu Tao, and Shi Jian walked at the front of the team. Each had a long axe in his hand. Yang Yun's gaze was firm. Liu Tao's face turned pale. The brothel owner Shi Jian's face is better than Liu Tao's.

When Yang Yun proposed a rebellion, he already had the idea of killing Shi Jianliwei. But what Yang Yun didn't expect was that Shi Jian, who had always been treacherous and slippery, did not object at all. Instead, he was the first to walk out of the mountains and forests with a long axe.

In Shi Jian's words, "I think Lao Tzu is also a master of fragrant and spicy food." Now in this land, there is not even enough pig food. Lao Tzu has lived enough. Lao Tzu also practiced the knife technique of killing. Killing the Jurchens today, I was definitely the first to rush forward. ”

Of course, Yang Yun would never let Shi Jian go down the mountain alone. Because he was afraid that Shi Jian, this kid, would tell him. Now that he was only eighty steps away from the Imperial Village, Yang Yun felt that his heart was beating extremely fast. If the overseers were to find out that something was wrong, they would definitely flee on horseback. Therefore, at this time, Yang Yun's eyes had been staring at Shi Jian. He still doesn't trust Shi Jian, the brothel owner.

But Shi Jian said that he really did it. Shi Jian walked the fastest, and was the first to walk in front of Ansheru.

"Cheap Song Pig, kneel down first and let the master whip you a hundred times." Ansheru scolded angrily. In front of Anshelu, whether it is an ordinary young man or three foremen, they are all Song pigs who can be beaten and scolded.

In the past, as long as Anshelu was angry, Shi Jian would definitely be the first to kneel on the ground. But today, as soon as Ansheru's whip was raised, he saw a long axe slashing at him with the sound of the wind.

Ansheru was in great danger, but fortunately he was also a veteran of more than a dozen battles, and although his body was blessed, his consciousness was extremely sensitive when he died. As soon as he shrunk his neck, he leaned back, and rolled out more than a foot away.

Shi Jian slashed the air with an axe, but the two long axes of Yang Yun and Liu Tao slashed over again, and this time they finally cut down the two Jurchens. Two huge heads rolled on the white snow, and the two headless corpses were still spurting blood as they fell into the snow.

At this time, Anshelu's broken gong voice was already ringing in the palace. "Song Zhu rebelled. Hurry up and ride to inform the Flying Tigers. ”

Ansheru himself wanted to run, but he had made a lot of money in the past six months. As soon as he finished shouting this voice, Shi Jian, who had a gloomy face, had already rushed to him again with an axe.

"Shi Jian, how dare you offend me? Believe it or not, I'm dragging you behind the horse's ass and dragging you to death. Yes! ”

Before Ansheru's cruel words were finished, Shi Jian took up his axe and cut off Ansheru's left hand. At last, Ansheru howled like a pig. There was no more arrogance in his eyes, only boundless fear.

Shi Jian didn't care about Anshelu's eyes at all. Another axe cut off Ansheru's left leg. While wheeling the axe, Shi Jian also scolded, "Golden dog, return my brothel." Pay back my Sister Cuihua, pay back my Sister Vanilla, and return my Little Jade sister. Give back my ....... ”

Shi Jian actually used an axe to chop Ansheru into scum. When he finally smashed Ansheru's head with an axe, he looked up, only to see the frightened eyes of the young people around him. At this time, more than 100 Jurchen overseers had all turned into dead bodies. None of them ran away. But no Jurchen overseer had died so miserably. It was the first time that everyone found out that Shi Jian was so ruthless.

Yang Yun smacked his lips and asked, "Brother Shi, who are you Cuihua Vanilla Xiaoyu?" ”

Shi Jian snorted, as if he thought that Yang Yun's words were redundant. "Of course it's my cash cow. It's a pity that they were all snatched away by the Jurchens. ”

Only then did the crowd realize that he was avenging his prostitute. Looking at his bitter and hateful appearance just now, many people think that those people are his own sisters.

After killing all the Jurchen overseers, it was already completely dark. Seven thousand lumberjacks slaughtered all the hundreds of sheep in the palace, cooked them in cauldrons, and brought out the spirits of the overseers, and ate them freely in the snow. After being captured for more than half a year, he finally had a full meal.

After eating, Yang Yun said loudly, "Brothers, the snow is too big now to hurry." Let's get a good night's sleep tonight, and early tomorrow morning, we will rush to the Mingtong River. The Mingtong River is only fifty miles from here, and we can run to the place in one day. Anyway, now the golden dog army is in the Yanyun area. There are no Jurchen elite soldiers in the same river. As long as we go fast enough, we can definitely escape back to the Central Plains. ”

Although Yang Yun is a small capital of the forbidden army, the forbidden army is absolutely sparse in fighting. Therefore, after he killed all the Jurchen overseers, although he also sent people to search roughly, at night, he only sent a dozen young and strong guards. These young men have been hungry for months, and once they have eaten their stomachs and their bodies are warm, they can't open their eyes at all. All wrapped in leather robes, they fell asleep at the gate of the imperial wall.

Just when the gatekeeper was asleep, in the stable of the Jurchen overseer, a Jurchen man with a rat tail of money led a horse in one hand and tiptoed out of the snoring palace.

As soon as they came out of the imperial village, the Jurchens immediately turned on their horses and galloped in the direction of Huanglong Mansion. This movement woke up the young man who guarded the door. When they saw the two horses running in the snow with only shadows left, they immediately knew that they had made a big mistake, and they all shouted at the top of their voices, "A golden dog has run away from the stockade." ”

Yang Yun and Liu Taoshi looked at the horseshoe prints on the snow, and their faces were as gloomy as stone. Because they know that this escape plan may be in vain. No one offered to chase the fleeing Jurchens. Because everyone knew that it was impossible for the Jurchens, who were good at riding, to catch up with them. Besides, this Jurchen must have taken away two of the fastest horses in the stable.

Yang Yun said in a deep voice, "It is up to people to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen." No matter how fast the golden dog runs, it is impossible to rush back to Huanglong Mansion in one go tonight. This place is also more than 60 miles away from Huanglong Mansion. Tomorrow will go as planned. ”

Liu Tao and Shi Jian glanced at each other, feeling a little inappropriate. But there's no better way. The golden dog can travel in the snow because he grew up in the snow and ice. Let these young people brave the heavy wind and snow to hurry, you have to get lost.

But what Yang Yun thought was impossible was made possible by the escaped Jin people. This Jurchen overseer had already arrived at the Huanglong Mansion at dawn. Hearing that the slaves in the imperial village were in rebellion, Wanyan Zongjun, the guard of Huanglong Mansion, was furious, and while sending someone to inform Jin Taizong, who had not yet been in the early dynasty, he personally led five hundred flying tiger troops to kill Huanglong Mansion.

Zong Jun is also a veteran who is used to fighting. When he left the city, he had already guessed the escape route of the young men. In addition to mixing with the river, the young people have no other place to go. Therefore, the five hundred Flying Tiger Army did not go straight to the imperial village at all, but made a big circle according to the footsteps of the young people, and just blocked the seven thousand young people who were rushing towards the mixed river.

At this time, the young men were still more than 20 miles away from the Tongtong River. They walked for most of the day, and walked more than 40 miles in knee-deep snow. It's not unpleasant. If Zong Jun arrives at the Imperial Village first, maybe he really won't be able to catch up with them.

Looking at the murderous Flying Tiger Army, Yang Yun raised the axe in his hand and roared loudly, "Brothers, we have to go home." Kill all the golden dogs, let's go home! ”

"We're going home. Go home. ”

Seven thousand young men each wielded a long axe and pounced towards the five hundred Flying Tiger Army. Yang Yun rode on a horse, led more than 100 riding brothers, took the lead, and went straight to Yan Zongjun.

Zong Jun sneered. In his eyes, 7,000 young people are just 7,000 chickens to be slaughtered. Although these chickens are also resisting, in the eyes of the battle-hardened Flying Tiger Army, they have already thought of a way to slaughter the chickens.

Without waiting for Zong Jun's order, the five hundred Flying Tiger Army began to run forward slowly. The horse ran forward, but the Flying Tigers on the horse were not idle, took off the longbow on their backs, took out the iron arrows in the quiver, and led the bow to fire. The first wave of bows and arrows aimed at the young horsemen who rushed to the front.

In the swishing sound, more than 100 young people riding horses actually planted more than half of their horses. Even Liu Tao, who has the best martial arts, was shot in the stomach and fell on the snow.

Yang Yun's eyes were split, and he hissed, "Brother Liu! ”

Liu Tao had not yet lost his breath, pointed in the direction of the Tongjiang River, and spoke while vomiting blood. "Yang Tou, run to the river. Run to the river. Take the brethren home. ”

Yang Yun wiped the tears from his face and shouted, "Brothers, follow me, I will take you home." ”

But the gap in strength is not something that can be made up by desperate efforts. Zong Jun's Flying Tiger Army did not have close contact with the young men at all, and the distance was always fifty paces away, and they only used long iron arrows to shoot the bravest young men.

The young men on horseback soon fell to the snow. Shi Jian was also shot dead. Yang Yun was hit by three arrows, but none of them were in the critical place. It's a pity that his horse was shot dead.

Yang Yun's fall finally triggered the collapse of the young people. Thousands of young men suddenly scattered, running in all directions. Yang Yun hissed and shouted, "Brothers, you can't mess around. None of us can run away if it's messed up. ”

It's a pity that no one listens to Yang Yun's words anymore. After all, this is only a young army, not a well-trained army.

The saber in Zong Jun's hand finally slashed forward. "Sons, kill all these Song pigs who committed rebellion. Leave not a single mouth alive. ”

In the face of the most elite Flying Tiger Army of the Jurchens, the young and strong people had no chance at all. The saber slashed down, and the head flew up. The horse's hooves stepped down, and the sternum shattered.

On this day, the snow was red only twenty miles from the Tongtong River. The blood of the seven thousand men was sprinkled on the thick snow, and the frozen snow melted a little. Then it froze again.

On this day, God's eyes did not open.