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Several figures were walking at dawn, hiding, all of them with knives and guns in their hands, not like ordinary people, led by an old man, whose beard was stained with a little blood and had dried.

At this time, the land and forests, the villages around Bianliang had been destroyed by the Jurchens, and the land was full of corpses that no one had collected, and the dark red dried blood and soil were mixed into a strange color. They came all the way from the north, and everywhere they passed, more and more corpses were spread in the field of vision, spreading continuously, the elderly, the children, the naked, more and more.

"It's not far from the Jurchen military camp here.... Further on is Bianliang. ”

"Depending on the situation, the Jurchens don't seem to have broken Bianliang..... Do you want to go into the city and have a look? ”

"Let's ask Master Zhou. The man who spoke then looked at the old man who was squatting in front of him a few steps away.

The old man looked at the corpses all over the ground without moving, a look of pain appeared on his old face, and for a moment when the Adam's apple rolled, desolation and sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he shook his head.

"There are still many people in the village waiting for life-saving food.... We came out to look everywhere.... Then go back, we went over to Bianliang and rescued a few more..... People can do as much as they can. ”

He looked in the direction of Bianliang, and then gave up on his original plan. Originally, he traveled to the rivers and lakes just to bring his martial arts one step closer, but soon the Jurchens went south to the Wu Dynasty and fought like a bamboo, and he killed many Jurchen scouts along the way according to his heart, and also saved many old and weak women and children in the battlefield.

And now, he can't leave, in such an environment, he taught a few young people rough kung fu, haunted the Jurchen scout area to find some food to bring back, after all, the hundred and ten people have almost eaten up the bark and grass roots around them..... If you don't go farther, there will be dead people in the village.

God, I can't give people a way to live!

The old man's eyes moved and saw that the body of a child was sandwiched in a crack in the stone not far away, and maggots had grown, he opened his mouth slightly and shouted silently.

"Master Zhou, look over there, there are Jurchens!" someone lowered his voice and pointed to a tree not far ahead.

The morning light shone out, illuminating the sight, and the old man's eyes froze, and a Jurchen scout wandered there, and there seemed to be a man on horseback, and then put it on the ground, and then began to take off his pants.....

"Rescue—"

The old man's deep voice was like a thunderclap, and the moment the voice came out, the figure suddenly rushed out of the pile of rocks, and before the rest of the people around him could react, the old man's fist had already blasted over.

In their sight, the Jurchen scout was like a kite with a broken string, slamming into the tree, and the leaves fell down in a row, and the old man had already picked up the figure and beckoned to them.

A few people passed, and a woman who was held by the old man, the fabric on her shoulder broke open, and the blood had coagulated, and the old man sighed: "There is still breath, the woman who came from nowhere does the Jurchen barbarian want to spoil it, I am equal to the Wei Han people who can't see death and not save it, you take the war horse, we go back and kill it, it should be able to last for a while." ”

"I don't know where your family is.... The way of the world of iniquity!" the old man sighed again.

The rest of the people didn't care about that, led the horses, scavenged some dry food on the Jurchen scouts, took weapons, and happily set out on the way home.

At the same time, the Jurchens began to embark on the return journey with a large number of captives and captured property, and at the beginning of spring, they fought all the way down, and the troops were in the capital of the Wu Dynasty, and some of the prisoners and property looted by the army had been sent back to the country before, and even at this moment, the prisoners brought out of the barracks were still a huge and frightening number.

The corpses of women left in the empty barracks alone are enough to explain everything, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of civilians of the Wu Dynasty are like pigs and dogs pulling all the way with ropes, and there will be corpses constantly discarded out of the wilderness every day on the way, most of them are women who have been abused to death.

At the forefront of the mighty northbound procession, far from the atmosphere of grief and despair, it was a golden imperial flag waving in the wind, under the banner, the luxurious carriage swayed, vertical and horizontal, and the wolf king who had been fighting for a lifetime fell.

"The man Zong Wang said.... How awesome you .... "The old man swayed as the carriage lay on the soft floor, his speech weak and intermittent.

The body kneeling before the collapse was Wanyan Yanmu, "Zong Wang shouldn't be able to lie, but that person is a powerful ....."

Wanyan wanted to raise his arm, but he didn't have much strength anymore, he looked at the occasional roll up of the curtain, the sunlight thrown in, closed his eyes, and opened it with difficulty.

“.... Wonder... Did they talk to me about anything..... I've never encountered anything like this..... The bold man...."The old man's mouth curled into a smile, ".... He didn't want me to pass on the throne to my son..... Very interesting idea..... That one... The rootless man did not let me pass on the throne to my son.... He said that as long as he dared to pass on the throne.... And he killed them.... Now.... If Zong Wang hadn't lied, he couldn't have done it. ”

When Wanyan Yan's mother heard this, she raised her head suddenly.

"Don't have that kind of expression..... Wan Yan Agu moved his palm and patted the back of the general's hand, "The Jurchen Emperor, how can it be so.... People who are prone to compromise .... It's just that the man's words inspired me..."

“.... It's not a good thing that the sons are too good. ”

"But there is only one throne....."

The old man's voice was low, with a weak but irresistible voice, "To whom..... No one else will be willing.... My daughter has finally stood in her current position.... The foundation is not yet stable.... If there is civil strife.... will follow in the footsteps of the Khitan. ”

The hand that was slapping on the back of Yan Yan's mother's hand, which was extremely old, took it back, "So.... Buy it for Wu Qi, he can suppress my sons and stay for a few years..... He's too old to pass it on to the best of them....."

Wan Yan Yan's mother nodded silently, looking at the old man who was about to pass away, with a sentimental expression.

"Put... The curtain was opened, and I could see the world again. ”

The morning sun outside the window was like a roller curtain in the sky on his face, and the old man who felt the temperature fell asleep peacefully in this early morning.

The wind swept the warm light through Bianliang, and the news of the Jurchen's retreat had spread, and hundreds of people rushed to the streets to escape from their sorrows, crying with joy and celebrating in the streets.

However, not long after, in the Yanfu Palace, Cao Zhenchun howled and cried, he threw himself in front of the dragon couch, and the cry attracted countless people to gather outside the palace, and on that day, this news came out of the imperial city and spread throughout the city.

The emperor of the Wu Dynasty died suddenly on the couch.

Cai Jing was writing a pair of words at this time, and when he heard the news, the wolf fell to the ground with a 'poof' in his hand, and then hurriedly ordered someone to prepare a carriage and rush to the palace. The news was still flying, and when Tong Guan heard the news, he fell off the couch in shock, and when he got up, he looked in the direction of Baifu in horror.

Then, he rushed to the imperial city, and the officials in the city, whether they could stand in the court or not, were all going to the palace.

After all, the emperor is dead.

....

In the north two or three hundred miles away from Bianliang, surrounded by mountains.

Someone rushed out, "Master Zhou.... She woke up, the woman woke up. ”

The old man who was grinding herbs looked over, nodded with satisfaction, put down the work at hand, and then went into the house, the light began to set, the old day passed, and the new day came after the darkness.

Cycle.

PS: Three more, and then this volume is over.