During the lull in the war, Ning Yi, who had lived two lives, lamented with his wife about how unlovable children become after they grow up – a novel experience for him, having never had children before. Search: \(、Complete、Book、God、Station、) for free access to excellent literature.

What was truly fortunate was that many children still had the possibility and space to grow up.

To secure that space, the Southwest had been fully mobilized. The initial skirmishes at the Huangming County pass lasted four days, with Bali Su transforming probing engagements into targeted, forceful attacks.

In the following three days after the 25th, Ci Bushi subconsciously controlled the offensive, reducing casualties. Pang Liuan's side also ceased large-scale artillery bombardments when not facing the main Jurchen forces. Even under these circumstances, the Jurchen army, driven forward, suffered over ten thousand casualties, with nearly fifteen thousand soldiers losing their combat effectiveness.

The majority of these casualties were due to the elite Han Chinese soldiers who had surrendered and were forced to the front lines. Though mixed among masses of civilians repeatedly driven into battle, though the walls no longer subjected them to massed artillery fire, though the walls ahead were no more than three zhang high... even in a simple, close-quarters defensive battle, these soldiers, unable to form ranks and scale the walls, could only charge forward to face slaughter at the hands of the elite Black Flag troops on the ramparts.

Siege warfare was inherently unequal. The defenders always had the upper hand in terms of formation. Even without the advantage of height, or the iron cannons that could fire at any moment, or the rolling logs, stones, arrows, and boiling oil, even if it came down to a simple melee, a soldier climbing a three-zhang wall via a ladder, facing two or three well-coordinated Huaxia Army soldiers, would often fall before even landing a single blow.

Even the Jurchen elites, known for their ferocity, fearlessness, and indomitable morale, having conquered the entire land, met the same fate when scaling the walls under these conditions.

Pioneering generals like Wu Litan could withstand a few blows thanks to the protection of their armor, but the other Jurchen soldiers, in their fierce charges, could only see the equally fierce iron shields slamming into them. The coordination of the shields was despairing, and the soldiers behind them possessed a resolve and zeal that rivaled even the Jurchens. When the shields moved aside, their blades were equally bloodthirsty.

The Huaxia Army's preparation for the battle against the Jurchens had begun a decade earlier. From Xiaocang River onwards, various forms of propaganda and encouragement became more solid, profound, and imbued with a sense of mission. It could be said that by the time the Jurchens arrived in the Southwest, it was the Huaxia Army, having waited in stifling anticipation for years, who were more eager and hungry for battle.

Along the fifteen-hundred-meter wall, the first to be deployed were the Huaxia Army elites, those who had won accolades in various military competitions. At the very start of the war, brimming with energy, the ferocity of the Jurchens only made these soldiers' blood boil – the ferocity and death of the enemy combined brought the greatest sense of pride.

The soldiers methodically hacked down the surging waves of attackers, who were invariably outnumbered and out of formation, throwing their bodies off the walls. The commanding generals also cherished the pleasure of this low-casualty combat. They knew that as the Jurchens continued their relentless attacks, even small injuries would gradually accumulate into significant wounds. But the more blood spilled now, the higher their morale would be in the coming days, and the more likely they would be to carve a bloody path through the enemy's overwhelming numbers.

On the 27th, the afternoon of the third day of the war, the Han Chinese soldiers who had been forced to the city walls were reluctant to climb any further. They were not all fools. This first wave of attacks was unlikely to breach the seemingly low walls ahead, and the casualties at the foot of the walls were already high. But if they climbed the ladders, the top seemed like a gluttonous maw, swallowing everything that came its way. Apart from some who lost their nerve and jumped down the moment they set foot on the walls, the only ones who came down were corpses.

On the 28th, Bali Su executed several Han Chinese generals in front of the lines.

By this day, large fires continued to burn sporadically in the nearby rugged mountains, black columns of smoke raged in the sky above the forest, and a scorched stench permeated the battlefield far and wide.

On the 29th, a light rain gradually fell from the sky. Bali Su halted the offensive in front of the Huangming County pass and began the first round of assessment and rest – rest was essential. The transportation capacity of the roads behind them was limited, and even if the casualties were mostly cannon fodder, replenishments always took time.

This rest lasted only two or three days. On the first day of November, the weather cleared, and the Battle of Yushui Creek began. On the fourth day, the Jurchen artisan teams, who had followed all the way from the Da Zao Yuan (Great Construction Academy), assembled four enormous siege vehicles – the fronts covered with sandbags and iron plates – capable of withstanding artillery fire and overcoming uneven terrain to some extent. Pushed by soldiers, they began a formal attack on Huangming County.

As Jian Shuo's eleventh year passed, the battles in the Southwest never ceased.

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The flames of war throughout the land similarly did not abate.

In mid-November, on the Eastern Sea, the soaring north wind swelled the waves, and two vast fleets encountered each other in the gloomy sea. Hu Sunming, the general who led the Taihu Fleet and had already surrendered to the Jurchens, witnessed the sight of the Dragon Boat Fleet charging towards them.

"Crush those pampered soldiers! Capture the former dynasty's princess, Zhou Pei, alive! They are all cowards who fear death! At the sight of the Great Jin, they abandoned their country without losing a single soldier! Heaven's mandate no longer belongs to the Wu Dynasty!"

During the battle mobilization meeting, Hu Sunming hysterically shouted these words. He considered the seemingly huge, yet clumsy, dragon boats to be the greatest weakness of the entire fleet – once that ship was destroyed, the rest would lose all morale and surrender without a fight.

But the Dragon Boat Fleet did not use those palace-like ships as their main vessels at this time. Princess Zhou Pei, dressed in pure white mourning clothes, ascended to the highest point of the central warship, so that everyone could see her. Then, she raised the drum mallet and began to beat the drums for battle.

Hu Sunming initially thought it was a body double or a decoy. Before this, the Wu Dynasty's army was accustomed to using all sorts of strategies – making the false seem real and the real seem false was deeply ingrained in their minds. But in fact, what appeared at this moment was no illusion. For this battle, Zhou Pei had practiced swinging the mallet every day for two months. Every day, the faint sound of drumming could be heard from the surrounding ships. Two months later, Zhou Pei's arm seemed to have grown thicker.

When she revealed her plan to go into battle, some officials tried to dissuade Zhou Pei. Her appearance might boost morale, but it would also inevitably become the biggest vulnerability of the entire fleet. Zhou Pei refuted each of these arguments one by one.

The world was too big, and there was nowhere to retreat. At this moment, when her father was dead and her younger brother's fate was unknown, she didn't think too much about it.

The sound of drums continued on the sea for more than an hour. All the warships guarded Zhou Pei and attacked all the way. After that, the Taihu Fleet mutinied and collapsed. Hu Sunming was forced into the sea by the mutinying soldiers, and was later fished out. What awaited him was the death by slow slicing soon after.

While Zhou Pei was forging a bloody path on the southeastern sea, Jun Wu, with the assistance of Yue Fei, Han Shizhong, and others, broke out of Jiangning and began a journey of escape towards the southeast.

Along the way, Zong Fu and Zong Bi pursued closely, and Han Shizhong and Yue Fei organized several major battles one after the other. At the end of November, they retook Suzhou, rested briefly, dealt with a batch of officials who had defected to the enemy, and released a batch of people who had been persecuted.

Snow was falling heavily as he walked out of the prison. He Wen hugged his body tightly. His clothes were ragged and he was as thin as a rake like a beggar. Before him was a scene of the city's decline and chaos. No one paid any attention to him.

He was once a scholar-warrior with both literary and martial talents. When the Wu Dynasty was in danger, he also ran around the country with enthusiasm. He Wen once went to the Southwest to assassinate Mister Ning, but who knew that he would later join the Huaxia Army by chance, and even had a relationship with Lin Jingmei, whom Ning Yi regarded as his daughter.

He witnessed the development of the Huaxia Army, but did not trust its ideals. In the end, his contact with the outside world was discovered, and Ning Yi persuaded him to stay to no avail, finally having no choice but to let him return home.

After He Wen returned to his old home in Suzhou, the Suzhou officials found out that he had something to do with the Huaxia Army, and put him in prison again. He Wen gave a defense, but the local officials knew that his family was quite wealthy, and they devised a plan. They tortured He Wen severely, and then extorted money and real estate from He's family. This was in the ninth year of Wu Jian Shuo.

In the tenth year of Jian Shuo, He Wen was in prison, and his family was gradually stripped clean. His parents died in depression in the first half of this year. One day, his wife and children never came to see him again, and he did not know whether they had died of illness or starvation outside the prison. He Wen also thought about escaping from prison, but one of his hands was broken, and he had suffered several serious illnesses in prison, and he had no martial arts after all - in fact, at this time, he was not the only one who was unjustly imprisoned in the prison.

He gradually learned about the demise of the Wu Dynasty in prison, but all this seemed to have nothing to do with him. On this day, he was released, looking at everything that was decadent, and it seemed that the world no longer needed him.

He followed his past memories back to his old house, which was probably burned into ruins by someone not long ago - perhaps by the rebels. He Wen inquired about the situation of the rest of his family around, but found nothing. The white snow fell, about to cover up the black ruins bit by bit.

He Wen knelt in the snow, making a sad, unpleasant sound - his throat was hoarse, but at this time he could not even make a normal cry.

In the past year, the Jurchens ravaged Jiangnan. Whether his wife and children survived under the bullying of that evil official, it was difficult to escape this even greater man-made disaster. He Wen searched in Suzhou City for half a month. Jun Wu's army began to withdraw from Suzhou. He Wen followed in the group of civilians going south, and began a bloody journey in a daze...

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In the north, the snow grew heavier day by day, and the world was gradually covered by ice and snow.

Yunzhong Prefecture still had some popularity.

Tang Minjie hugged the chopped firewood and tremblingly entered the small house that seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time, and began to squat by the stove to start a fire. He had been here for several years, and had become accustomed to the life here. At this time, every move was like the most earthy old farmer. After the fire was lit in the stove, he folded his sleeves, shivering and jumping gently like a toad by the stove.

After all, the weather was too cold.

The people who can survive in this kind of ice and snow are really a little scary.

Hehehe... I'm not afraid of the cold either...

He simulated this unrealistic, perverted idea in his mind, and then there was a regular knock on the door outside.

Tang Minjie exhaled a white breath and stood up. He still folded his sleeves and hunched his back. When he opened the door in the past, the cold wind howled!

"Hmm..."

The wind and snow raged, and Tang Minjie couldn't help but step back. The person who rushed in had already grabbed his clothes. Tang Minjie's hand blocked it, and the person retracted his hand, and then advanced, pressing Tang Minjie's throat, and slammed him against the wall behind him.

The cold wind was still blowing in from the door. Tang Minjie was pressed there, slapped the other party's arm a few times with both hands, and his face gradually turned red.

At this time, a woman with a knife at her waist and glaring eyebrows appeared in the room. She pinched Tang Minjie's neck, gritting her teeth and with a ferocious look. Tang Minjie couldn't breathe, waved his hands, pointed to the door, pointed to the stove, and then pointed everywhere. The woman said, "You remember it for me, I..."

"Ouch, ouch..."

Tang Minjie's tongue gradually stretched out, stretched out very long, and wet saliva was about to drip from the tip of his tongue onto the other party's hand. The woman's hand then let go: "...You remember, I want to kill you..." Tang Minjie's throat was just released, and his body had already bent down, coughing desperately. His right hand stretched forward randomly, about to point to the woman's chest.

"You--"

"Cough--cough cough cough cough! Cough--cough cough cough cough--" In the room, the steel knife in the woman's hand had been pulled out. Tang Minjie seemed unaware, bent over,捂着throat turned a few circles, ran straight to close the door, and then ran to the stove to look at the fire that had just started but went out again. He sat on the ground, accusing, "Are you a psychopath!"

"You're really courting death--" The woman held the knife at him, her eyes still trembling with anger.

"I'm looking for your mother! Cough cough cough--" Tang Minjie coughed a few times, although sitting on the ground, his words were even more fierce, "Dead rag! Pretending to be pure! After being sold as a servant girl for a few years, you forgot who you are, didn't you!"

Tang Minjie's words were vicious, and the woman's eyes were immediately bloodshot when she heard it. She raised the knife and came over, but she heard the man sitting on the ground scolding non-stop: "--You are murdering! You mom and dad's cheap goods! You think even saliva is dirty! Touching your chest will make you retreat! What are you doing! Weren't you raped by a man when you were caught here! Have you all forgotten!" Cough cough cough cough..."

He rubbed his neck and coughed a few more times, stood up from the ground, faced the tip of the other's knife, walked straight over, and put his neck there, staring straight into the woman's eyes: "Come on, dead rag! Now you look a bit like it, stab here."

Tang Minjie continued to walk forward, the woman's hand shook twice, and finally withdrew the tip of the knife: "Black Flag Army's madman..."

Tang Minjie rubbed his neck and twisted his head, then snapped his fingers: "I won!"

He turned around and walked back to the stove, continuing to start the fire, and said, "It's none of your business whether you're crazy or not. In this place, there are people who don't know if they'll have tomorrow. Every time you see me, you have to threaten me a few times. I don't even know what you want to do. What, are you a dog? Every time you have to bark around the master, otherwise you don't feel comfortable, right? What do you want to threaten me with? Cutting me into pieces? Did I bully your master again?"

The woman's arm trembled, but she calmed down instead, gritted her teeth: "...Madam was in a very bad condition after seeing you last time, and even had a serious illness that only recently recovered. You... Madam has the grace of regeneration to me, to my whole family. What exactly did you say..."

She no longer threatened, and Tang Minjie turned back and stood up: "It's none of your business! You made me a big mistake, right? You Madam, what do I have to do, you have to do it. You are mother-in-law's, you have the right to delay things?"

The woman nodded, but she was no longer angry at this time. She took out a few pieces of paper from the interlayer of her sleeves. Tang Minjie grabbed them and sat on the ground by the stove to look at them: "Well, what dissatisfaction, threat, you can say it now... Oh, your lady is ruthless enough, this is to kill my whole family? These are all Jurchen officials..."

The woman stood in the center of the room looking down at him, but she had nothing to say at this time. After a while, Tang Minjie finished reading the information, confirmed it again, and threw it directly into the fire next to him. He looked up: "What is your lady's idea? Didn't she tell you?"

"Madam asked me to convey that she has no way to make a decision on what you told her. This is the only thing she can give you. How to use it is up to you... She has tried her best."

"..."

Tang Minjie was silent for a moment.

"...It's understandable," he said.

Then he said: "Thank her, I admire her very much."

The woman seemed to want to say something, but in the end she turned around and left. When she was about to open the door, the sound rang from behind.

"In the past ten years, hundreds of thousands of people have lived here worse than pigs and dogs. There are millions of women here who are prostitutes and dogs, and you have also been one. If you have the opportunity to leave, then leave. No one blames you, but if you want to stay here and learn to fight, then don't forget that you were a dog."

The woman's hand stopped on the door bolt: "I know you are heroes... but don't forget that there are still more ordinary people in the world."

"...Yes, but... that's more difficult."

This sentence was like a sigh, coming from behind. The woman pushed the door open and turned her head to close the door. She saw the man from the Black Flag Army, code-named "Clown", curling up by the stove to bake the fire. At this time, there was no trace of the viciousness and ferocity from the person.

Outside, it was white snow. During the past period of time, due to the five hundred Han Chinese prisoners sent from the south, the situation in Yunzhong Prefecture has been uneasy. These five hundred prisoners are all family members of officials who resisted the Jin in the south, and they have been tortured beyond recognition on the road. Because of them, there have been several prison escapes and assassinations in Yunzhong Prefecture. In the past ten days, it has been rumored that the people of the Black Flag have thrown animal corpses and even poisons into the water wells of Yunzhong Prefecture on a large scale, and cases have been frequent amidst panic.

The woman did not know how many incidents were actually related to the man in the room, but what was certain was that the other party must not have stayed out of it.

In the incidents of the past year or so, some of the things that the man in the room had done made both the enemy and us a little fearful. After the five hundred prisoners arrived in Yunzhong, Madam rescued two hundred people, but for some reason, because of some heartbreaking words that the man said, Madam fell ill for a period of time, and after waking up, she asked her to send these materials. Those were some official information about the subsequent disposal of the Han slaves, including their family members, handles, and weaknesses. The collection of these years had been sent out.

She stepped on the white long street, and went all the way back to the Gushen Mansion. She knew in her heart that the next Yunzhong Prefecture would be a bloody storm again.

But the white snow covered the hustle and bustle, and she let out a mouthful of water vapor. Being looted here, many years in the blink of an eye. Gradually, she was almost used to the wind and snow here...

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