Guangyuanfang in the northwest corner of Yanjing City, because of the perennial war, the houses are in disrepair, and the ground is full of potholes, garbage and debris are piled up, which is no different from the slums of later generations.

Outside the gate of a thatched courtyard with a broken wall, several young men in shabby clothes squatted in front of the door and on the corner of the street, looking like scoundrels. They looked lazy, but their eyes were sharp, and they looked around nervously.

In the courtyard, several young men in the same costume wandered around the courtyard. The door of the main room was closed, and five or six men in the room were around the table, nervously discussing something.

Inside and outside the house, all the men are dressed in different costumes, bald hair buns, all kinds of people, etc., different nationalities, all over the world.

"Brothers, I called you here today because the Tatar envoy is coming to Yanjing City. I received a tip, and among the people who came, there were not only the chief officer of the Tatar province of Zhongshu, the Kerete Zhenhai, but also the son of Wohetai, Baitar. ”

For the first tall and weight, in his thirties, the majestic bald man made a brief introduction.

Son of Wohetai!

Everyone was shocked, the Confucian scholar with the Song people's hair bun was handsome and fair-skinned, with wide robes and big sleeves, and his brows were slightly frowned.

"Big brother, you called the brothers, it didn't mean to assassinate Zhenhai and Baitar, right?"

If you can really kill Zhenhai and Baitar, it should greatly improve the morale of the people of the Central Plains to resist Mongolia.

"Big brother, if you really assassinate these two dog thieves, you just have to speak. Our brothers in the "Xingzhonghui" will listen to you! ”

Another Shandong accent, a swarthy and fierce young man, followed with great interest.

"Big brother, brothers listen to you!"

"Big brother, you have the final say!"

Several other men spoke one after another, and everyone was excited.

The Tatar army was defeated by the Song soldiers in Hanzhong, the first fierce general of the Tatars was killed, Torre fled in the desert, the world was shocked, and the anti-Mongolian camp was jubilant and full of fighting spirit.

The tall bald man is called Yan Hong, who was originally a declining Jurchen nobleman, and is now called Wang Hong.

The Confucian scholar is called the servant Wen Zhong, who was originally a businessman in Yanjing City, and is now called Lin Wenzhong.

As for the man with a Shandong accent, he is a real Han Chinese, a remnant of the Jin State under the rule of the Mongols.

In fact, inside and outside this house, there are the original remnants of the Dajin Kingdom.

Since the rise of the Mongolian steppe, which forced the Jin state to move its capital to the south of the Yellow River, the Central Plains north of the Yellow River was controlled by the Mongol army, and the Jurchens under their rule have always existed as a special group. From Genghis Khan to Ogedei, the Mongol army continued to attack the Jin Dynasty for 20 years, massacring the Yan clan and the people of the Jin Kingdom, so that 80% of the population of the Jin Kingdom disappeared in Lianghe. In order to prevent being slaughtered, many Jurchens changed their surnames to Han and changed their hair buns.

Wang Hong and Lin Wenzhong are such remnants of the Jin Kingdom, who endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, and survive secretly.

"Brothers, you've figured it out. The assassination of Zhenhai and Baitar is a fateful act, and it is likely that he will die for a lifetime, and there will be no return. Brothers, think about it. ”

Wang Hong was solemn and stared at everyone in the room.

Yanjing is the first city in the north, an important town controlled by Tatars, and tens of thousands of troops are garrisoned. It may not be easy to assassinate the Tatar dignitaries and get out of the way.

"Big brother, there is a poem in the south, "The remnants are in tears, and the king is in the south for another year." How many Han Chinese have been killed by the northern soldiers, the country hates family hatred, and the brothers are not afraid of death. Leave this matter to me! ”

The stout man in the last seat, Wu Shi (Wu Su Shihan), stood up, impassionedly, and clenched his fists to ask for orders.

The Jin State regarded itself as China, and the scholars of the Jin State mostly called themselves Han Chinese. The Tatar army went south, slaughtered bloodily in the Central Plains, plundered goods, crossed and ruined, the two rivers were in ruins, the country hated the family, and the remnants of the Jin State naturally would not let go. How can such a deep hatred in the sea of blood, the hatred of the country and the family, not be avenged?

"Big brother, I'm much familiar with Yanjing City, so I'll take someone there!"

The thin man Zhao Kui was enthusiastic, and Mao recommended himself.

He is a "remnant" of the Jin Kingdom, and like Zhang Yaozu, a man from Shandong, he is a complete Han Chinese.

In ancient China, there was no such thing as Han nationality. The term "Han people" only appeared during the Han Dynasty, and then they were all Wei, Sui, Tang and Song. The Jurchens founded the country and entered the Central Plains, and both nobles and commoners claimed to be Han Chinese. This may have something to do with the fact that more than 90% of the people under the Jin rule were Han Chinese.

And the Jin State called the Jin State China, the Song people were the Song people, and the northern soldiers thought they were Mongolians.

In history, after the last emperor of the Jin Kingdom, Jin Aizong, ascended the throne after Yan Shouxu ascended the throne, in the face of the attack of the Mongol army, he once said, "The northern soldiers often take the winners, relying on the horsepower of the north, and the skills of China." It's really hard for me to be an enemy, and as for the Song people, what a good way to do it."

Jin Aizong called himself "China" here and sneered at the Southern Song Dynasty because the people of the Jin Kingdom were accustomed to calling themselves "China" and "Han people".

"Fourth, sixth, don't worry, sit down first, let's talk slowly!"

Confucian Lin Wenzhong waved his hand and motioned for Wu Shi and Zhao Kui to sit down.

"Big brother, none of the brothers here are afraid of death, we have an enmity with the Tatars, who doesn't want to fight with them. However, Baitar was a Tatar prince and nobleman, and must have been very well guarded. Our dozens of brothers are on the same page, I'm afraid it won't help. ”

Lin Wenzhong said thoughtfully.

Xingzhonghui, as the name suggests, revitalizes or rejuvenates China.

These "remnants" of the Jin Kingdom of Xingzhonghui have studied Chinese culture since childhood, read poetry and books, and are accustomed to calling themselves "Chinese people" for them. What "sacrificing one's life for righteousness", "where the Tao is", "loyalty and filial piety", and "self-cultivation and family governance and leveling the world" are also familiar to them

In other words, as long as they can revive "China" and turn the tide, even if they throw their heads and spill their blood, they will not give in.

"Third child, you are familiar with Yanjing City. Can you get a firearm? ”

Wang Hong's expectant gaze turned to Zhang Yaozu, a man from Shandong.

If you want to assassinate a Tatar minister, you can't do it without firearms, but with swords, guns, and clubs.

"Big brother, there should be no problem with the earth-shattering thunder. If it's artillery, I'm afraid it's a little difficult. It's too expensive, we're afraid we can't afford it! ”

Zhang Yaozu hesitated and said.

"It's enough to have earth-shattering thunder!"

Wang Hong's eyes lit up. The earth-shattering thunder bombarded indiscriminately, and there was a good chance of effect, and it was relatively easy to get out.

"Big brother, I'm afraid there is a heaven-shattering thunder. The fire gun must be used by more people, and the two armies can be confronted in order to kill and injure each other. If it's less, I'm afraid I can't beat it! ”

Lin Wenzhong said it in deep thought.

"Third child, then get more earth-shaking thunder, the sooner the better! The people of Baitar, but it's coming soon! ”

Wang Hong nodded and told Zhang Yaozu to come.

"Big brother, don't worry, I'll do it right away, and I won't delay the business!"

Zhang Yaozu said with a straight face, swearing. He stood up, said goodbye to the crowd, and opened the door to leave.

"Big brother, it's still the third brother who is so good that he can get these firearms. That's a huge help! ”

Wu Shi closed the door, his face full of excitement.

"It is with these firearms that the southerners occupy Western Xia, and also occupy Shaanxi in our Dajin Kingdom."

Wang Hong said quietly, seemingly very emotional.

"Big brother, the southerners can repel the Mongol army and seize the land of Western Xia and Shaanxi in a row, I am afraid that it is not only with firearms. That Song Emperor Zhao Hong, who compares himself to the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, is not simple! ”

Lin Wenzhong is also the same as Wang Hong, with a rich expression.

"Second brother, what do you say?"

The sixth Zhao Kui was also interested at this time.

Everyone's attention was unconsciously diverted.

"The establishment of martial arts halls, the establishment of education, the implementation of new policies, the formation and training of new troops, the kicking of doctors, the manufacture of firearms, and so on. Which emperor of the Song Dynasty has ever done this thing? Under his rule, the weak southerners suddenly became bloody and brave, invincible, and invincible, so that they were able to defeat the Tatar army, let Subutai and Kuoduan die, and occupy the entire northwest. ”

Lin Wenzhong shook his head, his eyes confused.

"This person is a genius, maybe he is really a god who fell from the sky to help the southerners get through the difficulties. I am dignified in China, why don't I have such good luck? ”

Lin Wenzhong's words made everyone in the room speechless for a while.

"I heard that the Nanren sailors crisscrossed the South and Indian Oceans, and they all went to Africa. I heard that the aborigines were swarthy, the weather was hot, and men and women did not wear clothes. The world is full of wonders! ”

Wang Hong was a little distracted, as if he remembered what happened in the newspaper.

Compared with the Song people who went south and north, conquered cities, and colonized overseas, the Dajin Kingdom was confined to Henan, and it was dull and lingering.

Dajin Kingdom, is it still possible to come back to life?

"Song Jin feuded, not together. The newspapers of the southerners hyped up the restoration of the lost territory, I wonder if they want to use troops against our Dajin country? The southerners have this Song Emperor, for me in China, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse? ”

After a while, Zhao Kui whispered.

"There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists. Poetry is like his person, the Song Emperor is a person, eloquent and strategic, soaring into the sky, I am afraid it is not my blessing in China. The Song people are in full swing, the national strength is strong, and hundreds of thousands of sharp soldiers are afraid that it will not be long before they will wave their troops north. At that time, whether it is my Dajin Kingdom or Lianghe, I am afraid that it will be under the rule of the Song people. ”

Wang Hong's voice was unconsciously much lower.

"Big brother, second brother, are we still going to do this assassination of Baitar?"

Ma Zhen, who had not spoken for a long time, broke the dull atmosphere.

If the Song people were on the Northern Expedition, wouldn't the "Xingzhong Society" assassinate Baitar, wouldn't it be a wedding dress for the Song people?

So is this assassination still necessary?

"Of course you do!"

Wang Hong raised his head, glared at Ma Zhen dissatisfiedly, and turned his gaze to Wu Shi.

"Fourth, have you used firearms, or have you led someone to do it. The sixth and fifth are back-ups. This time, we must shock the world, take revenge, and deter the Tartars! ”

The eldest husband is happy to take revenge, Tatar is the enemy of the Dajin Kingdom, and Wang Hong certainly does not want to fake his hands to others.

"Don't worry, big brother, just leave it to me!"

Wu Shi nodded and replied solemnly.

"Big brother, in front of my brothers just now, I didn't ask. Where did you get the news that Zhenhai and Baitar are coming? Is it conclusive? ”

The brothers left, and only Lin Wenzhong and Wang Hong were left in the house, a think tank and a coach.

"Second brother, this is true. As for who the other party is, it is inconvenient for the eldest brother to reveal. I hope you will be considerate of the eldest brother and don't take it to heart. ”

Wang Hong was serious and said in a low voice.

Lin Wenzhong was born and died with him, and he was naturally trustworthy. But there are no impermeable walls, and he can't be uncautious.

"Big brother, I understand."

Lin Wenzhong nodded, and also lowered his voice.

"Big brother, don't you think the third child is a little suspicious?"

"Dick, what do you mean? The third is our brother who was born and died, you can't guess! ”

Wang Hong nervously told Lin Wenzhong to come.

"Big brother, I naturally know this. I just think that the third child is a homeless person from Shandong, with no power and no power, how can he be so capable? So many things that we can't do in Yanjing City, he can do it easily? ”

"If you don't say that the third child is capable!"

Wang Hong shook his head, stopping Lin Wenzhong's suspicions.

"Second brother, there is no conclusive evidence, don't speculate. Otherwise, we'll make a mess of ourselves first. ”

"Don't worry, big brother, I will never talk nonsense!"

Lin Wenzhong nodded and said solemnly.

Zhang Yaozu went out of the door, went to Xianlufang on East Street, turned left and right, went around a few circles, and then entered an alley, stopped in front of a house, knocked on the door and entered.

Zhang Yaozu went up to the second floor, and Song Shiren, who was staring at the window, turned his head and gently closed the window.

He could see clearly just now that Zhang Yaozu was cautious, and no one was following him.

"Lord, I have something important!"

Zhang Yaozu played softly, and Song Shiren nodded lightly after listening.

"There is no problem with firearms, although giving them is. As for the assassination, since the people of the Xingzhong Society want to do it, let them take the lead, and we will check and fill in the gaps later. In case they don't, we'll take over! Zhenhai and Baitar, we are killed! ”

Song Shiren's eyes were cold, word by word, and he was loud.

He was worried about the lack of manpower, and the people of the Xingzhong Society could take advantage of it, and he killed the important ministers of Mongolia with one blow.

"Principal, since my Great Song Dynasty is going to go on a northern expedition, then this assassination can be avoided if it can be avoided. Baitar is a Tatar minister, and the guard must be strong, and if he fails, I am afraid that he will ......."

Zhang Yaozu said hesitantly, encountering Song Shiren's cold gaze, and the words behind him were stuck in his throat.

"The military order is like a mountain, do you want to disobey the order? Our lives are our lives, and the lives of those Northern Expedition soldiers are not their lives? ”

Song Shiren's heart was like an iron stone, and he was unmoved.

"Baozhou's brother killed Zhang Rou, and Taiyuan's brother blew up Taiyuan's baggage warehouse, is it possible that our Yanjing lurkers don't do anything?"

The Northern Expedition is coming, assassinate the opponent's officers first, let Yanjing City be in chaos, and provide convenience for the Northern Expedition.

As for whether it can be successful, it can only be a matter of people.

"Chief, if something happens to me, my family, please!"

Zhang Yaozu solemnly bowed.

"Number 13, you don't have to worry about that. As underrunners, you and I are doomed. As for the future, there are the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty and Uncle Guo, you and I don't need to worry. ”

Song Shiren and Zhang Yaozu looked at each other, they both smiled, and their palms were tightly clasped together.