Black plumes of smoke rise, and houses burn. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info deserted farmland is uncultivated, the air is filled with the smell of burnt and corpses, mixed into one air, on the official road, a large number of civilians are running south, nervous and frightened faces are flooded on everyone's face, all kinds of panicked shouts are chaotic, in the crowd around.

"Let's go, let's go, I heard that Tong Shumi, the imperial court, is defending in Taiyuan, he is a big official, he is the head of those soldiers, he is there, he must be safe....we take refuge in the past, we don't have to die." ”

"..... is dead, Xinzhou was slaughtered, I ran out there, the Jurchens are coming...."

There was a woman carrying a straw basket on her back, scurrying through the crowd, constantly pulling people to ask questions, and then when she could not get an answer, she sat down on the ground and cried out, "My child.......who of you has seen my child!" A man covered in patches looked around in a panic with his baggage, pulling his legs and drilling into the pile, and an old man in ragged clothes chased after him with a cane: "My things......you want my life....you want my life..."

The old man cried and chased two more steps, staggered to the ground, like a reef in a sea of people, flowing around him. On the road from Xinzhou to Taiyuan, such a chaotic escape stretches all the way, as if a group of dense ants are migrating to their nests, with suffering and crying, all kinds of sounds spread into the distance.

In the bright spring day, it should be the season of cultivation for a year, the people in the north continue to join the fleeing process, pedestrians carrying burdens, carts full of bags, children sitting on it to feel the atmosphere of tension and fear, silently hiding in their mother's arms, some people fall on the road and get up to continue walking, some fall and never wake up.

Scenes like this are constantly appearing in the Daimyo Mansion and the Yamashan East area. Crossing this mountain range to the north, in the direction of Xinzhou, the Jurchen scouts in the mountains and forests have begun to gradually increase, and further north, tens of thousands of Jurchen troops outside Xinzhou City began to gather in batches from the city like a small stream, without stopping for a moment, and the running war horses brought the trembling of the earth.

In the air, dull, dense breathing was ringing.

The door of the county government opened, Wanyan Zonghan, who was wrapped in bandages, was helped out by the maid, and his left eye, which was still able to see, looked greedily at the sun, he looked at Wanyan Xiyi, the god of grains, who was about to go on the expedition, and raised his arm with severe pain and waved his hand.

"Kill the past... Chickens and dogs don't stay!" he said.

Over there, Wanyan Xiyi nodded, "Take care of your injuries, Bianliang is still waiting for you to attack." The big lifted up and turned to leave.

The severe pain endured for a while, which was unbearable for Wanyan Zonghan, and when he saw the other party leave, the anger that could not be vented fell on his body, and then the screaming voice of the maid sounded, he grabbed the woman's hair bun and dragged it towards the house, the door was open, and a Jurchen soldier came in to help tear the maid's clothes apart.......

......

Outside the city, Wanyan Xiyi stood on the city tower, watching the army assemble, and later, there was a riot in the phalanx in front, and vaguely, he saw a cavalry team coming back, as if it was the sudden ghost who went out last night, went down the city tower, and walked quickly, and the shouts of exclamation over there were noisy.

When the soldiers opened the crowd, his heart tightened, and a strange picture appeared in his sight, a headless corpse holding his hideous head and sitting on horseback, and many brave soldiers actually knelt down and kowtowed on the ground.

"The Jurchens who are not afraid of death, but they kneel to the dead, and it seems that the other party still knows us better. ”

Wanyan Xiyi gritted his teeth, obviously he knew that this was a conspiracy played by the enemy to demoralize the army, the horsewhip was raised in his hand, and he did not whip down, he walked to a corpse on horseback, and easily found the secret that the corpse sat on horseback and did not fall.

The wooden branches supported the back and fixed the joints of the hands and feet.

"Bury their bodies alive, they are our Jurchen warriors, and warriors should be treated with honor!" Wanyan Xiyi has learned a lot of Han culture and read a lot of military books, so he can naturally think of such a situation.

With a bang, Sen Han's sword body was unsheathed, and Wanyan Xiyi roared angrily, "Order the whole army, let us kneel down to these warriors who died for the Jurchens." ”

The tip of the sword suddenly touched the ground, knelt down on one knee, and behind him, tens of thousands of horses followed and knelt down. His voice rolled in the wind: "....Our warriors will not die in vain, since the people of the Wu Dynasty killed them, we will compensate with ten million times the blood, since they dare to come over and tell us that they will hide in the dark and sneak attack, then it's okay, let them see how the wolves on the ice field treat the enemy....."

He stood up, waving his sword, "Wolves, let's fight and use the wolf's fangs to tell them what the Jurchens are—"

"Wolves!"

"Wolves!"

"Wolves!"

Countless roars resounded in the sky, countless weapons collided, and horses' hooves rumbled and shook the earth. Wanyan Xiyi turned over and got on his horse, and a corner of the big gun was blown up, and his voice was majestic: "Go on the expedition! ”

Light, in the sky treasure light glass.

Bang -

A horse fell, and the man who struggled to get up was then shot in the throat by a crossbow bolt and fell to the ground again. Yang Zhi pulled out the crossbow bolt and put it away, he looked at the road below, a large number of routed soldiers and civilians came down from Xinzhou, and the chaotic team walked very slowly, "What kind of battle is this.....

At this moment, Bai Ning, Jin Jiu, and Lin Chong were observing the terrain not far from Taiyuan, and there were dense potholes all around, about the depth of a calf, and there were still many people digging out at a glance.

"The Overseer... Will these succeed?"

Cao Shaoqing stepped on it with his own feet, as if he didn't believe that such a hole could trap the enemy in. After a while, Bai Ning retracted his thoughts and looked at him, "It's not used to trap people, but to deal with war horses. ”

In February, the Jurchens marched southward, except for the opponent's Western Route Army after being deflated at Yanmen Pass, the rest of the Middle and East Routes can only be described as devastating. What Bai Ning could do was to clear out the Jurchen scouts and try to suppress some of the intelligence of the Jinguo Western Route Army.

But even so, the other two roads will also complete the strategy of attacking Bianliang in the near future. In this war, to be honest, Bai Ning's means seemed to be minimal, or it could not delay the possibility of ending Yan Xiyi's siege of Taiyuan.

"Kill some if you can. ”

He looked at a small river behind him and said, "Are you ready for everything that Ben Du wants?"

Cao Shaoqing nodded, "The poison and corpses are all ready, after all, this is everywhere." ”

"It is estimated that Yan Xiyi will not be tricked...."Bai Ning looked at him, and then at the sun in the sky, with a faint helplessness on his indifferent face.

PS: There is one more chapter (to be continued.) )