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As the Northwest fell into a fierce battle due to the Black Flag Army's expedition, Fan Hongji had only recently crossed the Yellow River southward, and was running around for more important matters, temporarily putting the affairs of Xiaocang River out of his mind. Search: \(¨End¨Book¨God¨Station¨) to read high-quality literature for free.

On the Central Plains, the flames of war spread, and a large-scale upheaval was sweeping from north to south.

Countless clashes involving hundreds of thousands of people, millions of deaths, and the migration of tens of millions. The chaos and grief within are difficult to describe clearly in brief strokes. From Yanmen Pass to Taiyuan, then from Taiyuan to the Yellow River, and from the Yellow River to Xuzhou, the Jurchen army rampaged across the Central Plains, setting cities ablaze, abducting women, seizing slaves, and killing prisoners.

Many people died, and those who lost their families and relatives were scattered in all directions. For them, the marks left by the war, and the void left in their souls by the sudden death of loved ones, might never be erased in this lifetime.

The resistance of the righteous army began to weaken after Zhou Yong went south and Zong Ze passed away. Forces on both sides of the Yellow River began to submit to the Jurchens, and small-scale chaos escalated. Villagers and bandits hiding in the mountains because they refused to submit, and chivalrous figures and local bullies from the city streets, did everything they could to resist in the areas they could reach.

The hunting of isolated Jurchen stragglers happened every day, but every day, more resisters were killed in these fierce conflicts. The cities near those occupied by the Jurchens were often nearly empty. Hanging the heads of troublemakers on the city walls was still the most efficient and least troublesome method of rule at this time.

This was the era of the Jurchens. For them, this was the heroic nature revealed in turbulent times. Each of their charges, each swing of their blades, proved their strength. And half of the once prosperous Wu Dynasty, the entire Central Plains, was collapsing and decaying amidst such slaughter and trampling.

In more than half a year, more and more city gates were breached by the Jurchens, and more and more people submitted. Crowds of refugees thronged the roads that the Jurchens had not yet reached, and every day, people died of hunger, looting, and slaughter.

In this vast and sweeping era, Fan Hongji had long adapted to everything that happened in this grand conquest. When he was in Xiaocang River, due to his own mission, he was briefly surprised by Xiaocang River's choice. However, after leaving there and reporting the mission to Wanyan Xiyin at the Zhengzhou camp, he was assigned to the task of persuading Shi Bin's rebel army to surrender, which was a small part of the overall strategy in the Central Plains.

Even though he had completely and honestly told Wanyan Xiyin about what he had seen and heard in Xiaocang River, Wanyan Xiyin's final view of that place was to hold Ning Liheng's poems and shake his head while reciting: "The awe-inspiring man is as if he is still here, who says the Han Dynasty is gone... Good poem!" He did not underestimate Xiaocang River, but in the current overall war situation, there was really no need to pay too much attention to it.

Ning Liheng was indeed an outstanding figure, but which of the Jurchen superiors at this time was not a heroic figure looking down on the world? Since the beginning of the war at the beginning of the year, Zong Han, Zong Fu, Zong Bi, Xiyin, Lou Shi, Yin Shuke, Ci Bushi, Bali Su and others had been attacking cities and seizing land, destroying everything in their path almost non-stop. Only in the Northwest region, with a famous general like Wanyan Lou Shi stationed there, could they not underestimate any opponent. And in the Central Plains, the front line of the great war was rushing towards Xuzhou.

Since the Eastern Route Army captured Yingtian and the Central Route Army seized Bianliang, the main arteries of the entire Central Plains had tended to be lost in the boiling slaughter. If the Jurchens were to occupy and rule, this vast Central Plains region would take a lot of time for the Jurchens to digest. And even if they wanted to continue fighting, the southward line of troops had been stretched longer and longer.

The important town of Xuzhou was the gateway from the Central Plains to Jiangnan. To the north of Xuzhou, many places had not yet been pacified and captured by the Jurchens, and resistance was still continuing in various places. People estimated that the Jurchens would not go south for the time being. However, Wanyan Zongbi, who was aggressive in using troops in the Eastern Route Army, had brought the vanguard of the army over, first persuading surrender, and then launching a siege and attack on Xuzhou.

A large number of refugees heading south were trapped in the city of Xuzhou, awaiting the judgment of life and death. After refusing to surrender, the prefect Wang Fu sent people south to ask for help, while he went to the city every day and did his best to resist the attack of this Jurchen army.

This not-so-fierce siege was the beginning of the Jurchen's "search the mountains and scour the seas" grand strategy. While Jin Wushu led his army to attack Xuzhou, the Central Route Army was sending out a large number of persuaders like Fan Hongji, trying to persuade surrender and stabilize the rear. And a large number of Jurchen troops attacking cities and seizing land around the area were also rushing towards Xuzhou like sparks.

In September, Yin Shuke arrived in Xuzhou, with fiery emotions in his chest. At the same time, Jin Wushu's army launched the most fierce offensive against Xuzhou. Three days later, he led his army into the blood-stained defenses, and the blades spread into this city where hundreds of thousands of people gathered.

Outside the city, Yin Shuke led his five thousand elite cavalry and began to pull up camp and head south, the surging iron hooves rushing towards Yangzhou at the fastest speed.

Search the mountains and scour the seas to capture Zhou Yong!

The purpose of the Eastern Route Army's southward march from the beginning was not only to destroy a Central Plains. They wanted to capture every member of the Zhou family who dared to claim the title of emperor and take them to the northern country.

Also in September, west of Qingzhou, a desperate fight between two armies had reached a fever pitch. In the fierce confrontation and slaughter, both sides were already exhausted, but even in this state of exhaustion, the confrontation and slaughter between the two sides had become increasingly fierce. The soldiers of the Fourth Regiment, after the sacrifice of Regiment Commander Sun Ye, were sharpening their weapons in the night, preparing to launch a feigned attack on the Jurchens at night - it didn't matter if the feigned attack turned into a real attack, in short, they wouldn't let the other side sleep peacefully. At this time, the ground was still muddy, and the starlight was like flowing water.

On the evening of September 4th, in the abandoned village cellar of Xuanjia Ao, a small team of more than twenty people silently waited for the footsteps above to quiet down, waiting for the air to gradually thin. They were preparing to launch a surprise attack on the other side when there were not many Jurchen soldiers nearby, but the air couldn't hold out first.

That night, they rushed out, rushing towards the highest-ranking Jurchen officer they saw nearby.

The Jurchen general and the soldiers around him also saw them.

The conflict erupted in an instant!

Zhuo Yongqing came out swaying with his right hand holding a knife. His body was covered with bandages, his left hand was still bleeding, and his mouth was frothing with blood. He almost greedily took a breath of the night air. The starlight gently sprinkled down. He knew that this might be the last breath.

"Dad, Mom, I'm unfilial..." Pain and fatigue surged up again, as if he was carrying a thousand pounds of weight on his body, but at this moment, he just wanted to carry that weight and strive forward.

"Charge—"

Hou Wu and Mao Yishan and others joined their shields together, and Luo Ye rushed forward: "Jurchen bastards! Grandpa is here—"

The sound of knives and shields colliding rose to its peak. A Jurchen guard swung a heavy hammer, and the sound that resounded in the night sky was like a tin drum. Sparks flew in the night sky, knives flashed, blood spurted, people's arms flew up, people's bodies flew up. In a short period of time, the figures fiercely intersected and pounced.

Dozens of figures rushed into a melee. Zhuo Yongqing pounced on a Jurchen soldier's blade. The hard part of the armor blocked the opponent's edge. The two rolled on the ground. Zhuo Yongqing's knife cut open the opponent's stomach, and the viscous intestines surged out. Zhuo Yongqing laughed haha. He tried to get up, but fell to the ground, and then really stood up, staggering two steps. Ahead, Luo Ye, Mao Yishan and others were fighting with the Jurchen general. He saw that the Jurchen general was tall and thin, and with a fierce wave of the large spear in his hand, he forced Luo Ye and Mao Yishan back at the same time.

Hou Wu, who was fighting with the Jurchens next to him, was swept in the leg by a shot, and the whole person turned to the ground. His companions rushed up. Luo Ye rushed towards the Jurchen general again. The general stabbed him with a shot, piercing Luo Ye's shoulder. Luo Ye shouted, "Kill him!" He stretched out his hand to buckle the spear with his body. The opponent's spear had already been pulled out. One of the two soldiers who rushed up was knocked away, and the other was directly pierced through the throat.

The Jurchen general roared, his voice bold and full, and he killed him with a gun. Luo Ye's shoulder had been pierced, and he staggered forward to bite his teeth. Mao Yishan rushed up with a shield, blocking the opponent's shot. A Black Flag soldier who rushed up was smashed in the head by the big gun, and his brains burst and fell to the side. Zhuo Yongqing was about to wave his knife when a companion shouted from behind, "Be careful!" Pushing him away, Zhuo Yongqing fell to the ground. When he looked back, the soldier who had just pushed him away had been pierced in the stomach by the big gun, the spear piercing out from his back, neatly and cleanly stirring.

Flesh and blood flew in the air like an explosion.

In the mutual killing in the night, people kept falling down. The Jurchen general wielded a large spear, like a god of war in the night, smashing, knocking down, and taking the lives of the people around him in a blink of an eye. Mao Yishan, Luo Ye, Qu Qing and others bravely went up. In this moment, the fearless fighting had also cut him a knife, but with a clang, it was directly unloaded by the iron armor on the opponent's body. Figures and blood surged and bloomed.

Zhuo Yongqing rushed forward in the bloody atmosphere. In the staggered blades and knife light, the Jurchen general stabbed another Black Flag soldier to death on the ground. Zhuo Yongqing could only wield the knife with his right hand. He stretched the long knife to the extreme and rushed into the battle circle. The Jurchen general suddenly looked over. In this gaze, Zhuo Yongqing saw the calm and surging killing intent. It was the huge sense of oppression accumulated after fighting on the battlefield for a long time and killing countless enemies. The spear was like a giant dragon wagging its tail, and it slammed down. At this moment, Zhuo Yongqing hastily waved his knife.

The long knife that couldn't reach the opponent at all was thrown out. His feet stepped on the wet flesh and blood, and he slipped to the side. The sweeping iron spear flew over his head. Zhuo Yongqing fell to the ground, his hands touching the sticky flesh and blood of the corpse. He got up, feeling ashamed for his weakness at that moment. This shame made him rush forward again. He knew he was going to be stabbed to death by the other party, but he wasn't afraid at all.

However, the spear did not stab over. He rushed over and knocked the tall and thin Jurchen general to the ground. The other party stretched out a hand to grab his collar and resisted. Zhuo Yongqing grabbed a brick and smashed it on the other party's head desperately, bang bang bang one after another. In the general's throat, blood was surging out.

Zhuo Yongqing...

The slip, the moment of fear, the long knife thrown out, cut open the opponent's throat.

Mao Yishan and others rushed up with shields, forming a small defensive formation. Around them, the Jurchen war horns had risen, and the soldiers surged over like a tide. They fought hard, and they were killed in the hard fighting. In a blink of an eye, blood had stained everything red, and corpses piled up around them.

At the same time, the Chinese Army launched a charge in the night...

In September, when Xuzhou fell, the imperial court of Yangzhou was still ignorant of this matter. On the seventh day of September, the news suddenly spread into the palace, and Yin Shuke's five thousand elite cavalry had directly reached the Tianshui Army. Zhou Yong, who was enjoying himself in the palace, was stunned.

Tianshui Army was less than a day away from Yangzhou. Since the messenger had arrived, it meant that the other party was already on the road, and might arrive soon.

Zhou Yong ran after putting on his pants. During this process, he asked the eunuch beside him to notify his son and daughter, Jun Wu and Zhou Pei, and then rushed to the ferry in Yangzhou city at the fastest speed, and boarded the large ship prepared for the escape. Before long, Zhou Pei and a part of the officials had also arrived. However, the eunuchs had not yet found Jun Wu, who was surveying the terrain and studying the deployment of defenses in the north of Yangzhou city.

An hour later, Zhou Yong anxiously ordered the ship to set sail.

Yangzhou in September, with the unique gray color after autumn, that evening, Yin Shuke's army arrived here. At this time, the officials and wealthy households in the city were leaving one after another, and the defending army had almost no will to resist. After five thousand elite cavalry entered the city to search and arrest, they learned that the emperor had already fled.

At night, a raging fire broke out in the entire Yangzhou city, and retaliatory burning and killing began.

On the other side, Yue Fei's army fled in a hurry with Jun Wu. Behind them, refugees and some Jurchen cavalry who learned that a young prince had not boarded the ship chased after them. At this time, the ships near the Yangtze River had basically been occupied by others. Yue Fei finally found a small boat and sent a few guards to send Jun Wu across the river. He led the soldiers he had trained for less than half a year to fight with the Jurchen cavalry by the river.

The small boat went towards the heart of the Yangtze River. On the shore, civilians were constantly forced to jump into the river by the fighting. The fighting continued, corpses floated on the river, and blood gradually spread on the Yangtze River. Jun Wu watched all this on the small boat, and he knelt down towards that side crying.

People were still dying, and Yangzhou burned in the fire for three days, half of the city was burned to the ground. For Jiangnan, this was just the beginning of the disaster. After a massacre in Xuzhou, the Jurchen's Eastern Route Army was about to spread down, and in the following months, it completed a journey of burning, looting and killing that no one could stop across Jiangnan - because they failed to capture Zhou Yong in the end, Wanyan Zongfu, Zongbi and others began a series of burning and massacre events.

Throughout the second year of Jianshuo, the Central Plains and Jiangnan of the Wu Dynasty were plunged into a sea of fire and blood. Wherever the war touched, the dead and wounded filled the cities, and wails were everywhere. In this feast of slaughter that almost ran through the prosperous areas of the Wu Dynasty, only the news from the Northwest in September of this year sent the Jurchen army a bitter fruit that was difficult to swallow. It almost interrupted the Jurchens' high morale when searching the mountains and scouring the seas, and it also laid the root for the unimaginable and monstrous revenge of the Jin Kingdom against the Northwest in the future.

However, war never gives the slightest mercy because of people's cowardice and retreat. On this stage, both the strong and the weak can only move forward relentlessly by any means. It will not give even a second of respite because of people's begging for mercy, nor will it give the slightest warmth because of people's self-proclaimed innocence. Warmth comes from the order established by the people themselves.

The order has been broken. From then on, only the ruggedness of iron and blood, the courage to face the blade, and the resistance and roar from the depths of the soul can barely allow people to stand unyielding in this storm, until one side dies, until people grow old and the Cang River flows, endless and unyielding.

On the sixth day of September in the second year of Jianshuo, Ning Yi received the news. At that moment, he knew that this place was really going to become a mass grave of millions of people.

"Well done..." He even smiled, with a sigh that was almost a groan in his throat.

"...The script shouldn't be written like this..."

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