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The wind blows, and even in the dry season of winter, the Yellow River channel still appears wide. The high levees stand like small mountains, making people feel particularly insignificant within them. Search: \(¨Complete¨Book¨God¨Station¨) to read quality literature for free.

Since the Wu Rui Army was scattered, it has been some time since they settled down near here. Ning Yi has been to this Yellow River levee more than once or twice. After briefly explaining and giving instructions, he went down the embankment. It was past noon, and the wind was chilling. Tian Donghan came over to help him, but Ning Yi waved him away.

Between the two, Tian Donghan was nearly forty years old, while Ning Yi was only in his early twenties. Judging by this alone, Ning Yi certainly didn't need help from the other, but since the night of the crushing defeat, he had been gathering the scattered troops in this area, conducting various propaganda and morale-boosting activities, and ultimately revitalizing the army's spirit on a small scale. At the same time, Bamboo Record was continuing its scorched-earth policy, evacuating the population within a radius of hundreds of miles. All of this was being orchestrated by the young man before them.

On the morning of the twenty-fifth of September, after the Jurchens broke through the Qi County camp, they also seized the granaries. At that time, the Wu Rui Army's garrison had long lost their courage. The Jurchens were killing everyone, and they were somewhat careless. Ning Yi led dozens of people to sneak in, burned the grain, and fled. The Jurchen cavalry chased them all the way. Although they managed to escape by luck, most of the survivors among the dozens were lightly or severely wounded.

After such an event, they immediately transitioned to searching for Qin Shaoqian, gathering the scattered troops, and continuing the scorched-earth mission. Ning Yi's recovery was very slow. Although, as the leader, he only needed to oversee the big picture, in reality, Ning Yi often couldn't sleep at night during these days. The Jurchens captured Qi County, and the Ministry of Revenue's intelligence couldn't be transferred in time and had to be burned, losing a lot of information. In addition, communication methods were limited in those years. The Bamboo Record teams that were sent out had to receive orders and exchange information through Qi County. With this incident, the entire framework was shattered, and reorganizing it was no easy task.

Moreover, since the surrounding area's armies had been defeated, Bamboo Record's means of urging the people who were taking refuge in the desolate mountains and forests to relocate were even more restricted.

In the first few days after the battle, Ning Yi spent almost all his time on a stretcher and in bed. Fortunately, his mind remained clear. Generally speaking, most people would fall into depression for a period of time after experiencing such a crushing defeat, but only Ning Yi, still seriously injured, was actively responding: finding places nearby that could accommodate the scattered troops, finding government officials who still had key functions, searching for Qin Shaoqian, preparing speeches to rally the scattered soldiers, contacting Bamboo Record members who might be scattered in various locations, reorganizing the Ministry of Revenue's data, filling in gaps and omissions... and so on.

Not enough personnel, mostly severely injured, mentally exhausted, psychological pressure... These troubles initially weighed on almost everyone. And in the chaotic situation at the time, no matter how clear the instructions were, most of them were unlikely to produce results. However, Tian Donghan and others – including the hundreds of soldiers who fled with the Bamboo Record members that night – were almost all urged and incited by this paranoid, powerful, and almost insane attitude.

When everyone was exhausted, the young man before them chose not to soothe and rest, but to push people to work desperately.

"If complaining was useful, I would start cursing for three days and three nights..."

"If you fall naked into the snow, the first thing you need to do is to move, hesitation means death..."

"Not everything can be shrugged off. Having reached this point, I don't care how difficult you are, whether you are pitiful, want to cry, no one will pay attention to you! That's how life is. Your front is a mountain crevice, and you can only squeeze forward! Even if your bones are broken, you have to squeeze out. You only have two paths: either you squeeze out, and everything now will be your future capital, or you die here. No one will sympathize with you no matter how pitiful you are now! So, as for how powerful the Jurchens are and how useless you are, those who have such thoughts in their heads, just go out and hang yourselves! You can only remember, now! No matter how difficult it is, you can only do what you can do! Don't think about what you can't do, because if you can't do it, you will die!"

That was how the young man on the stretcher spoke, issuing various accurate orders while encouraging everyone. The severely wounded were powerless. Initially, it was naturally the lightly injured in Bamboo Record who could move. At this time, the outside situation was still chaotic. Even if the orders were clear, not many of those who were sent out were able to achieve their goals, contact their Bamboo Record comrades, or find government officials who still had official status. Many Ministry of Revenue materials were lost during the escape and relocation, and filling in the gaps could only rely on the memories of the people involved, which made it even more of a headache.

But this desperate attitude made everyone's work silent and orderly. At least, a lot of work was waiting for them to do. The soldiers who had initially fled with Bamboo Record were moving with them. When some of the severely injured in Bamboo Record began to recover, and the tentacles sent out here found several Bamboo Record teams nearby, they began to ask what they needed to do.

More people were dispersed, finding people who could be gathered, and then returning. Like gears interlocking one by one, causing a chain reaction. They settled down in a small mountain village on the bank of the Yellow River whose population had been relocated. Every day, the people in it gritted their teeth and worked, going out to find people, digging trenches and building chevaux de frise in front of the valley, exploring the surrounding information. Everything was like being pinched in an invisible hand, and Ning Yi in bed personally inquired about almost every item. And in those days, every new member who arrived was encouraging, every necessary medicine that was found was reassuring, and almost everyone's recovery made people feel their own strength.

Looking back on it later, even if they hadn't done this, most of the scattered soldiers would have been able to find their own affiliations after a period of time, and some Bamboo Record members would still be able to contact each other, but there would almost be no way to achieve the almost "tempering" effect they had before, making everyone fall into a frenzy of urgency. All of this was accomplished by the young man before them, and the price was that his injuries were difficult to heal for many consecutive days.

After that, they contacted the scattered troops led by Qin Shaoqian. In the battle that night, Qin Shaoqian led the elite of the Wu Rui Army to fight in the front line and was also seriously injured, fainting several times during the escape. But these people's brave fighting ultimately carved out a line of life for themselves. He led thousands of people all the way, and later dealt with two more battles. When he was found, this force was also gathering scattered soldiers, and it had gathered about four thousand people. The two sides then began to merge.

Among these four thousand people, about one thousand were Qin Shaoqian's direct elite, and about three hundred had been trained in Lone Dragon Ridge. Although their loyalty was not necessarily to Ning Yi, as long as they came, they were manpower that could be used.

When the two teams were initially merged, problems began to arise. Ning Yi didn't have legitimate power in commanding the army. The things he was responsible for were never commanding the army. Before Qin Shaoqian arrived, everyone had been infected by Bamboo Record's leadership and obeyed Ning Yi's arrangement. When more than four thousand people were mixed in, some Wu Rui Army generals, and even generals from other armies gathered along the way, began to question this when they saw the orderly work.

At that time, Qin Shaoqian was also recovering from serious injuries. Ning Yi talked to Qin Shaoqian for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Afterwards, Qin Shaoqian took his broadsword, and the two of them went out and smashed these generals and their personal guards. In fact, at this time, Bamboo Record's propaganda had penetrated the soldiers extremely quickly in this mountain valley camp. Everyone was suffocated and uneasy in their hearts because of such a major defeat. In the previous work, everyone would talk about these things. In the eyes of the soldiers below, these things were naturally attributed to the cowardice of the upper echelons, the infighting for power, and the inability to trust each other, and so on.

At this time, the corruption of the Wu Dynasty's army was obvious. Everyone knew about eating empty salaries and taking bribes, and even participated in them. However, this disastrous defeat and Bamboo Record's pragmatism and incitement severed the nature of the events before and after.

"Everyone is going to die. The Jurchens are attacking. Bianliang City is going to be gone. Even the Wu Dynasty is going to die. If we don't do something practical, the whole family will die..." This was the subtle propaganda that Bamboo Record was doing in its actions. Ning Yi's attitude and actions were agreed upon by many people as word of mouth spread. At this time, the private discussions of several officers undoubtedly became a model of infighting. When Qin Shaoqian, as the chief officer, smashed them like this, he was immediately supported by everyone.

In the Wu Dynasty's army, soldiers did not know their generals, and generals did not know their soldiers. Qin Shaoqian was a transient military officer. He might not be able to grasp the Wu Rui Army in his hands even if he tried his best, but at this time, the disastrous defeat caused these officers' control over the lower-level soldiers to also be severed. However, Qin Shaoqian's name as the main general of the Wu Rui Army was useful. This statement caused the connection between the lower and middle levels of these four thousand people to be torn apart. Except for the personal soldiers of a few generals, almost no soldiers stood on their side. Even for these personal soldiers, everyone looked at them with the eyes of "traitors" and "Han traitors."

After seizing power, the control of these lower-level soldiers finally directly returned to Qin Shaoqian's hands. And the biggest consequence was that Qin Shaoqian was bedridden for several days due to his injuries again.

Dividing responsibility, telling others: "You are not wrong." Telling others that the present is a new beginning, forgetting the past, winning over most people, attacking a small number of people, and turning guilt and frustration into fanaticism... In a sense, these are all methods of inciting and blinding people, means of political struggle, but at this time, Ning Yi's heart would not have any guilt about this, because there was no other way to go.

Under the premise that Bianliang City might fall, everything had reached the most dangerous time. If he could grasp one more point of the power in front of him, he should grasp one more point.

As for Tian Donghan, these things, reconstructing the framework of the scorched-earth policy after everything was broken, still firmly promoted the operation of the whole thing. The propaganda and control of these scattered soldiers made everything orderly and produced a different atmosphere from the past. Everything that the young man before him did, although sometimes seemed cold, truly made him feel respected. This feeling was not adequate with respect, but in the past, Bamboo Record's disaster relief and fighting with heroes made him feel admiration for the owner's methods, but what was shown in the almost weak body before him was a willpower that was so tough that it could almost crush everything. Even he, a Jianghu person who was used to seeing ruthless people, felt a little shudder.

Going down from the levee like this, the village in the valley below was originally called Xia Village. At this time, there were a total of about 14,000 soldiers gathered in this valley. Around the valley, layers of trenches and chevaux de frise stretched out. Because the scattered soldiers were gathered in a hurry and there were many people, the living conditions were extremely poor. When Ning Yi approached the row of shacks where he lived, he saw a girl brewing medicine outside the shacks – it was Juan'er.

The Su family was originally just a cloth merchant in Jiangning, neither big nor small. Occasionally, they had some gray-area things to deal with. Among his wife Su Tan'er's three maids, Juan'er was relatively quiet, and she handled these kinds of things in the past. Later, when he managed a part of the Secret Intelligence Division and Tan'er also intervened, Juan'er came into contact with these things. This time, when the Jurchens went south, Ning Yi moved Tan'er and the others away, but Su Tan'er was unwilling to let the situation in the north completely get out of control and transferred Juan'er to the edge of the battlefield to coordinate. After the Wu Rui Army was defeated, Ning Yi had no strength to complain when he met the maid who had found her way after several twists and turns. After all, Juan'er had been taking care of him and handling many things for him during this time, and she had helped him a lot.

The girl who was brewing medicine saw his figure and was about to run over to help him, but Ning Yi waved his hand again and pointed to a room nearby, which was where Qin Shaoqian, who was still recovering from his injuries, lived.

Entering from the door, Qin Shaoqian, sitting on the bed, was reading a tattered military book that he carried with him. As the second young master of the Qin family, he was a general who led troops in the past, but his personality was somewhat flamboyant and carefree. At this time, one of his eyes was blind, but his temperament seemed to be more calm and solid.

Most real men are tempered from hardship.

"Your injury hasn't healed yet, and you went out again." Qin Shaoqian put away the military book. "Sit."

"It looks reluctant, but it's actually okay." Ning Yi sat down on a chair by the bed. "I've had an idea recently."

"Tell me about it."

Ning Yi began to talk about what he was thinking. Qin Shaoqian listened, frowning slightly. By the end, his eyes had become extremely serious. He pondered for a long time: "Is it possible for it to work?"

"I don't know. The details can be discussed. I can only try my best to do it well. In the past, when we talked about others, all kinds of conspiracies and tricks, we laughed at them as clowns, but without enough chips, everyone can only be clowns." Ning Yi said, "I'm the same now."

Qin Shaoqian thought for a while and raised his head: "I have always trusted your plans. You make the decision on this matter. I support you."

"Mm." Ning Yi nodded and stood up.

After he said goodbye and left the room, he walked towards Juan'er, who was pouring the medicine. Halfway there, he reached out slightly and looked up.

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