Last night there was a heavy snowfall, and the ruins on both sides of the road were covered in snow-white, the colors of fire and blood were replaced by the white of snow, and only some uncovered, exposed black scorch marks and corpses burned by fire reminded people that the war was not over and that the suffering had just begun. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Twenty-year-old Liu Niang limped forward holding a clay pot that was only half left. Her hometown was in Jinju, and when the Jin soldiers burned the war dozens of miles away from her home, she and her family fled south with the villagers. When they arrived at Hezhong Province, the refugees split into two groups, one fleeing to Bianliang, where the Dahua Emperor was located, because they felt that it was safest to be by the emperor's side.

Theoretically, it is true, and with its fortified defenses, hundreds of thousands of defenders, and reinforcements from various kings, Tokyo's Bianliang seems to have a better chance of survival there than elsewhere. It's a pity that they overestimated the strength of the Dahua army and underestimated the determination of the Jin soldiers to break through Bianliang.

For security reasons, Li Gang ordered the city gate to be closed and no one was allowed to enter or leave, which caused the hundreds of thousands of refugees gathered outside the city to be unable to enter or retreat, and became a wall made of human flesh outside Bianliang in Tokyo. So before the siege of the city began, they were the first to suffer a massacre, and the brutal slaughter made the Jin soldiers even more tyrannical, and the people in the city became terrified.

The soldiers who surrendered without a fight, this is exactly the result that the Jin soldiers who are familiar with the art of war want to unify Yan Zongwang, although the Chinese did not surrender in the end, but the morale of the Chinese people was greatly affected because of this incident.

Liu Niang's other group of refugees fled west along Weishui, where there was known as the last Dahua army that could win the battle, and on the way also encountered a Dahua army that had retreated from the battlefield, and the refugees who traveled with the army seemed to have a little sense of safety in their hearts, and they looked forward to being able to reach a safe place, even if it was barren and desolate, as long as they did not die of hunger, they were willing to stay there until the end of the war.

Many people flee their homes without having time to bring more with them, not even winter clothing, and the extreme shortage of food means that people die of disease and starvation every day. By the time the refugee team reached Zhaojing Mansion, tens of thousands of the more than 100,000 refugees had fallen on the way west, including Liu Niang's family.

The dead family members could only be thrown on the side of the road and hastily covered with some stones, and that's all Liu Niang could do. Sometimes she wondered why her able-bodied parents died, as did her able-bodied brother and sister, while she survived with her thin body and crippled right leg.

In such troubled times, shouldn't a waste person like himself be the first to die? How nice it would be to leave the chance to live to my brother and sister! Why did I survive alone?

Every day, Liu Niang followed the refugees to the unknown end point with this thought, until one day she "picked up" a girl on the side of the road, and she seemed to find the meaning of life.

At that time, the girl was seriously injured, and Liu Niang would not be able to treat the disease, so she had to beg Uncle Wang, who had been a langzhong. Uncle Wang just glanced at it briefly, and then shook his head like a rattle: "The injury is so serious, and we have no medicine, I'm afraid we won't be able to save it." Girl, who are you? ”

“…… I don't know her. Liu Niang shook her head.

Uncle Wang stretched out his hands and said, "Then don't be nosy, we are also mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, and it will be difficult for us to protect ourselves." With that, he sighed and left.

Liu Niang turned her head to look at the girl, the clothes on her body looked luxurious, seventeen or eighteen years old, very beautiful, Liu Niang guessed that she might be a young lady from a rich family, maybe she met a robber or a military accident on the way to escape, but her clothes were quite neat, and she should not have been insulted.

After receiving her share of rice porridge that was so rare that she could see her own touch, Liu Niang returned to the girl's side, she felt that she should not leave this girl behind, since God let him meet her, it means that she should not die, and she will definitely get better.

Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, this is what the monks in the town's Dongtou Temple often say, Liu Niang doesn't understand what a "floating slaughter" is, she guesses that it should be a very good thing, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get.

"Good sister, don't be afraid, you will be fine, and my sister will be by your side." Liu Niang held the girl in her arms to warm her, and then slowly fed the gruel into her mouth, at this moment she suddenly remembered her fifteen-year-old sister who had died, and she imagined that the person in her arms was her sister, so she shook her body slightly and muttered.

Maybe it was the girl's life, or maybe it was Liu Niang's prayer that moved the heavens, the girl miraculously survived, although she was not awake yet, but Liu Niang was sure that it would not be long before she would get better.

"Xianggong...... Xianggong ......" Every time she heard the dreamlike voice of the girl on her back, Liu Niang would comfort her: "Good sister, you will be reunited with your Xianggong soon." The girl seemed to hear her words, and with an "um" sound, she fell back asleep.

Uncle Wang saw Liu Niang walking in the refugee team with the girl on her back, shook her head and said secretly: "I'm afraid this girl is crazy, and she actually took a girl she picked up as her own sister, alas." ”

The journey west has been long, food has become scarcer, and even gruel has not been guaranteed in recent days. Although the girl on her back is not heavy, Liu Niang's body has also reached the limit, and she said to herself in her heart: "Hold on!" Hold on! But she also knew in her heart that she was afraid that she wouldn't last long.

Fortunately, the girl suddenly woke up that night, opened her eyes and looked around weakly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is this?" ”

"Good sister, are you finally awake? Great, woo woo woo ......" Liu Niang cried with joy, as if her own sister had come to life. The girl was silent for a moment and said softly, "Yes, sister, I'm awake." ”

Liu Niang found a piece of wood to use as a cane for the girl, and the girl walked slowly with a cane, while Liu Niang looked at her worriedly, and then told her that she had fallen on the side of the road and was rescued by herself.

"Sister, you are my benefactor, I should tell you my name...... My surname is Ding, and my name is Ding Yueming. During the break, the two sat on the stones on the side of the road, and the girl wrote her name on the ground and smiled at Liu Niang. Liu Niang nodded as if she didn't understand, she didn't know how to read.

"Sister, what's your name?"

"Oh, Liu Niang."

"Sister Liu...... I will not forget your kindness, and we will repay you well when I find the prime minister. ”

"You're a good man...... Who is it? ”

"He...... He is a warrior in my mind, a great hero who is both civil and military......" Ding Yueming's eyes flashed brightly.

"And where is he now?"

Ding Yueming's eyes suddenly dimmed: "I don't know, I lost him...... However, I believe that one day we will be together and will never be separated again. cough cough cough ......"

Seeing Ding Yueming coughing because of the pain, Liu Niang habitually reached out to hug her, and at this time, there was a sudden commotion at the end of the team, and the resting people stood up and looked ahead, where a few flagpoles were erected, and the red and yellow battle flags were unfurled in the setting sun.

A voice came from the front: "It's a Tangut person!" ”