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In the autumn of the second year of Wu Jian Shuo, the Central Plains was ablaze with war. Search: \(¨Complete¨Book¨Divine¨Station¨) to read quality literature for free.

The Northwest was but a small corner of this vast world. Yanzhou was even smaller, an ancient and weathered city. Yet, no matter how insignificant a place was in relation to the world, conflicts and killings between people remained as intense and cruel as ever.

It was already dark, but the siege continued. The 90,000-strong army led by Yan Zhenguo, formerly the Pacification Commissioner of Qin Feng Road in the Wu Dynasty, swarmed towards the walls of Yanzhou like ants. The sounds of shouts and the blood of battle covered everything. In the past year or so, the city walls had been breached and changed hands twice. The first time was when the Western Xia army came south, and the second was when the Black Flag Army arrived, seizing control of the city from the Western Xia people. Now, Zhong Lie led the last of the Zhong family army, repelling the waves of besiegers again and again.

Rolling logs and stones were thrown down from the city walls, and burning oil was poured down, igniting large swathes of flames at the base of the walls. The coerced Han army surged towards the walls, a dense mass of troops. Further back were the supervising teams wielding long knives. Stone-throwing machines constantly hurled rocks, and vast camps stretched out into the distance.

Several miles away from this military camp, on a hillside, was the Jin army's encampment. During this Jurchen invasion, the entire Western Route Army was stationed here. The Jurchen regular army that crossed the river with the Jurchen war god Wanyan Loushi numbered only about 16,000, and the total number of troops, including those responsible for grain and supplies, did not exceed 30,000.

It seemed to come south with an imposing divine power. It was this main force of just over 10,000 men that roamed across the land of the Wu Dynasty in the Northwest, successively defeating hundreds of thousands, even nearly a million, Wu Dynasty troops, with no rivals. When he led his army north, the Zhe family army, which had been guarding the Northwest for generations, was forced to surrender. Zhong Lie of Yanzhou stubbornly defended the city with a desperate air, but at this time, the Jurchen army did not even have to take action themselves, ordering the 90,000 Han troops led by Yan Zhenguo to attack the city with all their might, without daring to retreat in the slightest.

Several miles beyond the Jurchen camp were the low-lying forests, river beaches, and hills around Yanzhou. With the Jurchen passage, the people living nearby had been swept away, and the original villages were burned to the ground, leaving only lonely black outlines in the night. Occasionally, there were rustling sounds of wild animals in the woods, but in a burnt-down village, unusual activity was taking place.

The light of the flames faintly shone through the darkness. In that dilapidated room, the rising flames were extraordinarily large, and a portable bellows was generating astonishing wind power, wailing within a small area, forcing hot air through a conduit to lift something up!

This was a calm but destined to be unusual night, and the team hidden in the darkness was racing against time to raise the thing in the flames. At the first quarter of Xu hour (around 8:15 PM), cavalry appeared in the forest a hundred zhang (approximately 330 meters) away from the village. There were two riders, moving silently and without a trace in the darkness. These were scouts sent out by the Jurchen army. The driver in front was named Pulu Hun, who had once been a hunter in the Changbai Mountains, chasing snow wolves and fighting brown bears when he was young. Now, at the age of forty, his physical strength had begun to decline, but he was at the most experienced moment of his life. As he walked out of the forest, he frowned, smelling an unusual scent in the air.

Eight zhang (approximately 26 meters) away from him, a hunter lurking in the grass was also crawling forward, his crossbow cocked and the trigger locked. After three breaths, the string twanged.

In the dark outline, a figure fell, and two warhorses also fell. A hunter crawled forward, and as he got closer, he left the dark outline, hunching over to look at the fallen warhorses and enemies. A faint smell of blood wafted in the air, but in the next moment, danger struck!

The blade swung out in the night like a huge scythe. The hunter retreated quickly, and a large patch of autumn grass sprang up, like fallen leaves swept up by the autumn wind. In the dim light, the Jurchen hunter curled up on the ground, drew his knife, rolled, and stepped forward. In that instant, his figure swelled in the light of the stars and moon, transforming into a barbaric and rough image in the flying grass stems, just like his countless hunts of savage beasts in the snowfield. The Jurchen man held the knife in both hands and, at the highest moment, slashed down like thunder!

The hunter retreated and rolled, holding the knife in his left hand and bracing the back of the blade with his right, bravely meeting the attack.

With a clang, a shocking burst of sparks and iron filings flew out.

On the 23rd day of the eighth month of Jian Shuo's second year, at the first quarter of Xu hour, north of Yanzhou City, a sudden conflict tore through the silence!

……

Little Cang River. The black sky was like a black dome. In the darkness, it always seemed as if hawks were flying in the sky.

Ning Yi and Qin Shaoqian, Liu Chengzong, Sun Ye and others walked into the little auditorium.

In the night, this newly built large house looked unremarkable from afar. It was built on a mountainside, and the wooden boards of the house still emitted a澀瑟澀气息. Outside the door was a reddish-brown dirt road and courtyard. The sycamore trees by the roadside were not tall, and their leaves had turned yellow in the autumn, standing there quietly. Not far from the hillside, the Little Cang River flowed leisurely.

The room was lit with torches, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke. More than a hundred officers gathered. Ning Yi, Qin Shaoqian, and the five regimental commanders sat at the front. Everyone stood, sat down, and after complete silence, Ning Yi spoke.

"I will preside over this meeting. First, I would like to announce to everyone..."

His gaze was serious, his words were cold, and he cut straight to the chase.

"From today onwards, the entire China Army will declare war on the Jurchens."

……

The light stretched out, the Little Cang River flowed quietly, and the night was desolate. Hawks were flying in the sky.

In this vast night, in the mountains outside the river valley, a woman dressed in black stood quietly in the shadows of the trees, waiting for the circling return of the Haidongqing (a type of falcon). Behind her, a few of the same black-clad people waited, Qi Xinyi, Qi Xinhan, Chen Tuozi... some of the most skilled martial artists in Little Cang River, each leading a team to hide at this time.

At a certain moment, the eagle flew back.

The black-clad woman named Lu Hongti watched this scene. In the next moment, her figure had already appeared several zhang (approximately 10-15 meters) away.

On a hill several miles away, a Jurchen watcher waited for the eagle's return. In the forest, figures ran silently, faster and faster—

……

"…Since we sent troops last year and defeated the Western Xia army on Dong Zhiyuan, a year has passed. During this year, we expanded our army and trained, but there are still many problems among us, and we may not be the strongest army in the world. In the second half of this year, the Jurchens came south and sent envoys to warn us. For the past six months, their eagles have been flying over our heads every day. We had nothing to say because we needed time to solve the problems that still existed in us."

"Six months ago, the Jurchens placed the head of shopkeeper Lu Yannan in front of us, and we had nothing to say because we were not strong enough. During these six months, the Jurchens swept through the Central Plains. Wanyan Loushi swept across the Northwest with just over 10,000 men, traveling thousands of miles to the north and south, and the resistance of millions of people was meaningless. The Jurchens told us what it means to be invincible."

"A few months ago, Zhong Lie sent a letter saying that he would never surrender to the Jin and wanted to resist the Jurchens with us, but we did not agree. Because until the last moment, we did not know whether he could withstand the test. Loushi came, and the equally loyal Zhe family chose to kneel. But now, Yanzhou is being attacked, and Zhong Lie vowed not to retreat or surrender. He has proven himself. And most importantly, the Zhong family army is not a stupid person with only enthusiasm and no combat power. If Yanzhou is broken, we can take it back, but if the people are gone, it is a great pity."

"Everyone, the time for fighting has come."

……

In the darkness of the night, hunters rushed in, and arrows swished past. Pulu Hun ran wildly, as if being chased by a pack of wolves in the mountains of the north. He took out a bamboo tube from his arms and jumped forward, opening the lid as he rolled down the hillside.

Fireworks rose into the night sky.

……

Fireworks rose into the night sky.

On the watchtower of the Jurchen camp, someone shouted. In the camp, people looked at the eastern night sky, and then the patrolling cavalry moved, night birds took flight in alarm, and the Haidongqing howled into the sky. Far and near, countless figures rushed forward.

In the burnt village, the hot air balloon had already begun to rise, and people above and below communicated back and forth. At a certain moment, someone rode in madly.

"The Jurchens, the Haidongqing has taken to the sky!"

……

"Give up!"

……

"...Our dispatch of troops is not because Yanzhou deserves to be saved. We cannot decide who deserves to be saved and who does not deserve to be saved based on our superficiality. After the battle with Western Xia, we must put away our arrogance. The reason why we send troops is because there is no better road ahead. We are not saviors because we are also powerless!"

"In this world, everyone can only save themselves first. In front of our eyes, the Jurchens will become stronger and stronger. They will occupy the Central Plains, occupy the Northwest, and their power will become more and more consolidated! Sooner or later, we will be trapped here, and the sky over Little Cang River will be the lid of our coffin! We only have one road, and most of you have seen it on Dong Zhiyuan last year! That is to constantly make ourselves stronger, and no matter what kind of enemy we face, try every possible means and use every effort to defeat them!"

"The Jurchens' 'invincible army of ten thousand' is not magical at all. They are not gods or monsters. They are just having too hard a time. They are in the mountains of the Northeast, enduring the most difficult days, walking on the road to destruction every day! They have walked out a road, and the enemy in front of us is like this! But since they can walk past such a road, we can definitely do it too! What reason can't we!?"

"Since the Jurchens went south, one army after another went out to meet them. We are no different from them. We send troops for our own survival. I hope we remember this point and emphasize this point to the companions we lead. If we feel that our dispatch of troops is to give someone a way to survive, then we are not far from death. Wanyan Loushi is very powerful. Defeat him, survive, and become stronger! None of this is easy."

……

In the woods outside Little Cang River, two Jurchen watchers ran constantly. In a forest several hundred zhang (approximately 1000 meters) away from here, several bloody corpses had already fallen to the ground.

The figure chasing over was as ghostly as a phantom, but more dangerous than the most brutal grey in the mountains.
As the Xiong ran quickly, crossbow arrows shot out, slashing through the darkness and flying into the distance. The two exchanged a few words in Jurchen, and quickly separated. The Haidongqing chirped and swooped into the forest. The Jurchen man running towards the west heard the eagle's cry suddenly stop, and behind him, his companion screamed hysterically. Then there was a poof, and from the neck of the beheaded man, blood shot into the sky.

The head was thrown over from behind him, and he shouted "Ah—" and ran towards the west, but the figure running in the forest behind him was getting closer and closer!

The Jurchen man drew his knife and slashed horizontally, and the black-clad figure behind him quickly approached. An ancient sword was swung out, cutting open the Jurchen man's arm. The Jurchen man shouted and threw a punch, and as the figure behind him dodged, the ancient sword pierced into his neck.

The Jurchen man was still running, and the figure was also running. The long sword was stuck in the other person's neck, pushing open countless dead branches and vines in the forest, and then with a bang, the two figures slammed into a tree trunk, and leaves fell rustling down. Hongti's sword pierced through the Jurchen man's neck, deeply piercing into the tree trunk. The Jurchen man was no longer moving.

Hongti took a step back, pulled out the long sword, and Chen Tuozi and others quickly approached. He took a look and turned to look at the followers not far away.

"Clear the area within ten li (approximately 5 kilometers), leave no one suspicious alive!"

In the night, many figures spread out in a fan shape, pushing outward.

……

"...Let me say something extra."

"There is one thing that is quite interesting. The Wu Dynasty army cannot fight against the Jurchens. Often after surrendering, they become slightly more capable than before. This is the difference between a sheep leading a hundred tigers and a tiger leading a hundred sheep. This is not good. Since fleeing and surrendering are the duty of these people! After you go out, remind them!"

"What does it mean, to be greedy for life and afraid of death!"

On the 24th day of the eighth month of Jian Shuo's second year, the defense of Yanzhou was showing signs of intensification. At dawn, an oath-taking ceremony ended in Little Cang River.

On this day, 13,000 people jumped out of the Little Cang River Valley and joined the battle for Yanzhou in the Northwest. In the overwhelming trend of the Jurchens, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, Little Cang River clashed head-on with the Jurchens and with Wanyan Loushi.

Soon after, the warring parties caught in the squeeze felt the immense pressure of melting gold and corroding iron!

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