The cavalry of the brigade galloped across the plains of the north, their brightly colored battle flags waving in the wind, and their hard horses' hooves making dull noises on the hard winter soil.

"Alright, let's stay."

The officer at the head was a Jurchen Meng'an, with a black and white mink hat on his head neatly worn, and the robe on his body was extremely tight, although he galloped for a long time, he was not chaotic at all.

After he waved the team, he looked back at the team that had fallen far behind him, and it was too far away to see clearly. He smiled silently, straightened the dark yellow beard on his chin, and then jumped off the horse.

He wanted to stretch his waist very much, but he couldn't do so in front of his subordinates, so he had to force his hands and press his hands on his waist, watching hundreds of cavalry dismount one after another.

There was no need for him to command, and some veteran officers urged them, and the cavalry immediately pulled their horses, arranged their buckles, fed them with forage, and took out their own skins, took out dry food, and ate with cold water.

After a short time, the small group that had fallen behind finally caught up.

This group of people, in addition to most of the Jurchen cavalry, there are more than ten Han officials, who were caught in the middle of the team by the Jurchen cavalry, although they were wearing official uniforms, their official hats were crooked, their robes were untidy, and they were extremely embarrassed.

The Jurchen Meng'an looked sneering, waved his hand and ordered: "Come here, bring them food and felt, and let them rest for a while." ”

Several Jurchen soldiers obeyed the order, helped the group of Han officials off their horses one by one, brought them a slightly more elaborate meal, and spread felt on the ground for them to sit on and rest.

A Jurchen Baihu stood aside, only angry, and after half a sound, he shouted angrily to Na Meng'an: "How can you make the Han dog more noble than our Jurchens?" ”

He took the lead in shouting, and the rest of the officials also shouted: "Even so, I don't know what the princes above think." I didn't say anything about letting them go, and I had to take care of them along the way, holding them as uncles, when did we Jurchens suffer this kind of anger! ”

The Jurchen Wanhu is named Wanyan Huonu, and her father, Wanyan Lou, is the Wanhu of the Jin Kingdom, and is also the guard general of Shaanxi, Huazhuzhou and Tongguan and other places, and is known for his wisdom and strategy among the generals of the Jin State, although it is only one Wanhu, in fact, his influence in the upper echelons of the Jurchen is far more than his official position.

This time the Han officials were released to return to the south, originally Wanyan Lou insisted on persuading Zongfu, Zonghan, Zongyu, Wanyan Xiyin and other high-level clan officials in turn, and then played Emperor Wu Qimai, and finally got the approval, carefully selected more than ten people among the imprisoned Han officials, and released them back to the Southern Dynasty.

Wanyan Huonu did not agree with her father's opinion, but he was deep and wise, although he was very dissatisfied in his heart, he did not want to say a word in front of others. He is the eldest son of his father, the Jurchen did not establish a full official system at this time, and it is common for the father to die and the son to succeed, and now Wanyan Lou's condition is aggravated, and he may not be able to afford to be sick at any time, at this moment, he doesn't want to anger his father.

Hearing his subordinates complaining, he just replied lightly: "We have our own opinions on this matter, we are just doing things according to orders, what are we doing with so many whining words." ”

He knew that his subordinates were making such a fuss, and he also pointed to himself in front of his father to explain the benefits, and after drinking everyone, he finally said: "I will talk to my father about this matter, but whether it can be done or not, I have to talk about it." ”

The officers said happily: "It's still a wise adult, although the old Wanhu is like a fairy, he is old in the end." I heard that this time it was only a small batch that was released, and then it had to be released in large quantities, so how could it be done. We were defeated in Fuping, and there were many Han people in the north who were not convinced, so if we were soft, how could we Jurchens straighten their backs and speak in the future! ”

Although the other party was a little disrespectful to his father, Wanyan Huonu also thought that the other party's words were very correct and completely thought the same as him. His face was gloomy, and he sighed involuntarily, and he had no chance of convincing his stubborn father.

After a half-rest, this place is not far from Tongguan, and after an order, everyone turned over and got on their horses again.

This time, the brigade did not go first, but surrounded those Han officials in the formation and headed towards Tongguan.

At this time, it was already the early spring of the fifth year of Jingkang, just after the New Year, this group of Jurchens set off from Guan Shaanxi and rushed to Shangjing to receive their orders.

They didn't care what Shangguan thought, they just kept scolding and complaining, complaining that they were in a hurry, and they didn't even have a sip of hot water, let alone good wine and food.

The rise of scolding even refers to the group of Han officials in the middle, and the Jurchen swear words are endless, scolding the other party's ancestors for eight generations, so that it is enjoyable.

An old man of the Han Dynasty was frightened and pale, it was difficult to bear the long-distance horseback riding, although the Jin soldiers did not fight along the way, he scolded but never stopped, and the frightened old man was frightened, lest someone scold him one day, drag him off the horse, and cut him with a knife.

He trembled, lowered his voice, and asked a young official beside him, "Lord Qin, what do they just call, is it ill-intentioned?" ”

The young official was Qin Hui, who was famous in later generations, and his face was gloomy at this time, and he gritted his teeth and replied: "They are scolding us with swear words, and they say that they shouldn't treat us well." ”

His eyes were full of malice, he glanced at the other party with disgust, and said in a low voice: "There are a few particularly fierce ones, saying that they want to find an opportunity to attack and kill us." ”

The old man let out an "ah", his beard trembled, his face cramped, and he almost fell off his horse.

Qin Hui laughed secretly in his belly, the evil anger he had been in the past few days had finally been vented a little, he knew that he couldn't do too much, and he immediately dropped his words and comforted the old man a few words.

There was nothing to say at the moment, the weather was gloomy, the wind was cold, and seeing that it was about to snow, the Wanyan living girl who led the team was anxious, and sent someone to encourage this group of Han officials, asking them not to fall behind this time, and to follow the team desperately.

The Han officials also knew that the weather was going to change, and they couldn't care about staying up late in the wilderness, or rushing in the snow, although many people had their legs worn out of the skin, and the horses were as painful as drilling their hearts when they walked a little faster.

Fortunately, everyone knows that Tongguan is close at hand, and it is better to work hard at this time than to suffer in the snow, everyone cheered up and fought desperately, but there was not much left behind with the Jurchen brigade.

Wanyan Huonu looked back and looked at it from time to time, and saw the Han officials grinning one by one, looking miserable, but she couldn't help laughing.

They began to hurry at noon, but after an hour or so, the sky had gradually darkened, and snowflakes fell in the sky, and in a short time they had dyed their eyebrows, eyes, and hair white.

The cold wind hit the face, the snowflakes were cold, and everyone was feeling the pain, but they heard someone shouting not far away: "It's here, there's a light ahead." ”

This little cold, Wanyan Huoyu grew up in the north since she was a child, and she didn't feel anything, but she has enjoyed some wealth over the years, but she also feels that she can't stand it. At this time, when he heard people shouting, he was also happy in his heart. Riding on a small dirt slope, he looked at it, and saw a few lanterns swaying in the wind not far away, although he couldn't see it clearly, but he also knew that there must be a castle ahead.

He was overjoyed in his heart, and secretly thought: "After a while, I will order someone to burn the fire pit, kill a sheep, and drink a few pots of rice wine to get rid of the cold." ”

Thinking of this, I only felt a rumbling in my stomach, hunger rising, and I couldn't bear it anymore.

At that moment, he ordered loudly: "Hurry up, everyone, and get to the city to rest." ”

In fact, he didn't wait for his orders, his subordinate soldiers all thought the same as him, and everyone was brave at the moment, cheering and shouting, desperately driving the war horses under their abdomen, and rushing to the city.