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Near the General Political Department of the Chinese Army, a courtyard with two camellia trees was Ning Yi's usual office location. When things were busy, he rarely returned home early. In October, after the Chinese Army captured Chengdu, it had entered a temporary stage of rest and consolidation. This day, Han Jing returned from the front. He attended meetings during the day and came to meet with Ning Yi in the evening.

Han Jing was originally one of the most outstanding leaders among the leaders of Qingmu Village. After joining the Chinese Army, he is now the commander of the First Division of the Fifth Army. This time, he first mentioned to Ning Yi that Ning Ji had completely adapted to the army.

It is now the ninth year of Jianshuo. Ning Yi has been reunited with his family and children for more than a year. The situation in the world is chaotic, and children mostly stumble and are not delicate. In the relatively easygoing relationship between Ning Yi and his family, the relationship between father and son, father and daughter, has not been broken due to long-term separation.

The eldest son, Ning Xi, is now fourteen, almost fifteen years old. At the beginning of the year, Ning Yi arranged a marriage for him with Min Chuyi. Now, Ning Xi is studying the various mathematical, physical, and humanistic knowledge arranged by his father under the trend of responsibility. In fact, Ning Yi doesn't care about grooming him as a successor to carry on his father's business, but the current atmosphere is like this, and the child is motivated, so Ning Yi is happy to let him be exposed to various mathematical, physical, chemical, historical, and political education.

The eldest son doesn't cause too much worry. The second son, Ning Ji, is almost twelve this year, but he is quite a headache for Ning Yi. Since coming to the Wu Dynasty, Ning Yi has been thinking about becoming a martial arts master, but his achievements are limited. Little Ning Ji has been polite, gentle, and more like a scholar than Ning Xi since he was a child, but unexpectedly, his talent and interest are in martial arts. Ning Yi failed to practice martial arts since he was a child, but Ning Ji has had teachers such as Hong Ti, Xigua, and Du Sha teach him since he was a child. After he turned ten, he had already laid a foundation.

However, to have achievements in martial arts, it is not enough to have a good teacher. Hong Ti, Xigua, Du Sha, and even Chen Fan from Miao Jiang, all of them have been tempered through life and death crises, and only by surviving by chance have they improved. As parents, who would be willing to let their children run to life-and-death fights? For Ning Yi, on the one hand, he hopes that his children have the ability to protect themselves, and let them practice martial arts from an early age, at least to be strong and healthy. On the other hand, he does not approve of the children really developing in martial arts. As of now, the arrangement for Ning Ji has become a problem.

It was also because he was overjoyed with the reunion with his children that he initially boasted that his martial arts were the best in the world, that he had sworn brotherhood with Zhou Tong, and that he despised Lin Zongwu. Later, he joked with Xigua. In order to promote it, he wrote several martial arts novels, which strengthened Little Ning Ji's idea of inheriting "the best in the world." At the age of eleven, he laid the foundation for internal strength, and his bones gradually became stable. Although he looks delicate, he has already started to grow taller. After a few more years of consolidation, it is estimated that he will catch up with Yue Yun and Yue Yinping, the peers Ning Yi has seen.

Ning Ji is the child of Ning Yi and Xiao Chan, inheriting his mother's beautiful appearance. After his ambition was gradually determined, Ning Yi tangled for a while, and finally chose to support him as openly as possible. The martial arts style in the Chinese Army is also prosperous. Even teenagers occasionally set up arenas to compete, which is common. Ning Ji often participates. At this time, the opponents release water and cannot practice real skills. If they don't release water, they will be beaten to a bloody head. Xiao Chan, who has always supported Ning Yi, even cried to Ning Yi twice because of this, and almost came out as a mother to oppose Ning Ji's practice of martial arts. Ning Yi discussed with Hong Ti and Xigua many times, and finally decided to throw Ning Ji into the Chinese Army's medical team to help.

Practicing martial arts is okay, but first learn to heal injuries.

This is also the painstaking effort of several parents. Practicing martial arts inevitably faces life and death. The cruelty seen in the military medical team is similar to the battlefield. In many cases, the pain and helplessness in it are even more excessive. Ning Yi has taken his children to the military medical team to help more than once. On the one hand, it is to promote the preciousness of heroes, and on the other hand, it is to let these children see the cruelty of the world in advance. During this period, even the most loving and helpful Little Ning Ke was so frightened that she cried after seeing the mutilated bodies twice, and had nightmares after returning.

During the period of recuperation, there were not many wounded soldiers admitted to the military medical team. When the Chinese Army officially went to war with the Mangshan Ni tribe, and then sent troops out of the Chengdu Plain, what was seen in the military medical team became a real slaughterhouse. In the confrontation of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops, even the most elite troops could not avoid casualties. Even if the front line reported victories all the way, the military doctors still faced a large number of bloody wounded. Soldiers with broken heads, broken limbs, and even bodies split open and intestines flowing out, wailing and struggling between life and death, can give people an unspeakable mental shock.

However, these are also heroes who dare to fight bravely.

Throwing an eleven-year-old child into such an environment is the most cruel method of growth, but it is also the only relatively "gentle" choice that can replace life and death experience. If you can retreat in the face of difficulties, it is naturally good. If you can survive it... if you want to be above others, you have to endure this hardship. Then let him go on.

"...To say that you have the idea of tempering him, I naturally understand, but I am too afraid to be so cruel to children... The women at home also don't allow it. Fortunately, the Second Young Master is competitive enough. At the age of eleven, he runs around among a group of wounded soldiers and treats people well. The soldiers under my command all like him. I think, if this goes on, the Second Young Master will be a general in the future."

After sitting down in the room and chatting, Han Jing spoke highly of Ning Ji. Ning Yi poured him tea, and sighed as he sat down.

"If there were other ways, who would want to make a child suffer this crime, but there is no way, the world is not peaceful, and they are not children from good families. When I was in Bianliang, there were several assassinations a month, and now it is even more troublesome. A group of children, you can't keep them at home all day, you have to let them see the world, you have to let them have the ability to take care of themselves... In the past, it didn't matter if I killed an emperor, but now I feel sad when I think about which child will die young one day, and I don't know how to explain it to their mother..."

"...You don't need to think like that."

"I was mentally prepared." Ning Yi paused, then smiled: "It was also my loose tongue, otherwise Ning Ji wouldn't want to be a martial arts master. What's the use of becoming a Grandmaster, the future is not the era of the Green Forest... In fact, there has never been an era of the Green Forest. Not to mention the probability of dying halfway before becoming a Grandmaster, what if you become Zhou Tong? In the future, you can do sports, or sing operas, you're a psycho..."

He spoke harshly, and Han Jing couldn't help but laugh. Ning Yi took the teacup and touched him as if he were drinking: "Children, Brother Han, don't call him the Second Young Master,纨绔子弟(wan ku zi di) is a sign of early death. The most precious thing is resilience. When he first started following the military medical team, he had nightmares every night and couldn't eat. In less than a month, he didn't complain and survived it, and then he started practicing martial arts again. I can't stop a child from having this kind of resilience... However, I initially hinted to him that the future is the era of firearms, and if you don't want to get hurt, you should ask Yuwen Feidu for advice on archery and gunmanship. He's good, he's been in the military medical team for a long time, pestering Xiao Hei to ask for advice on what Thirteen Taibao's Horizontal Training Golden Bell Cover is, alas, he was originally the most handsome child in our family, but now he's going to be ruined, and I don't know how to explain it to Xiao Chan."

Han Jing also laughed: "The Thirteen Taibao Gong cultivates both internally and externally, cough, it's still... not bad."

"What internal and external cultivation, look at what Xiao Hei looks like, I'm worried to death..." He sighed casually, but there was still some comfort in his smile that the child could persevere. After a while, the two chatted from the military medical team to the front line. After capturing Chengdu, the Chinese Army waited for repairs, maintaining a wartime state, but did not plan to attack Zizhou in the short term.

"...Seal the border, consolidate the defense line, and first do a good job of registering the household registration and materials in the occupied area. The law enforcement team has already passed by. Clean up the accumulated cases and crack down on the local tyrants who have caused public grievances in the market for a period of time. After this process is over, everyone will adapt to each other, and then release the population and trade circulation. There should be much fewer people leaving... We said in the檄文(xi wen) that we would fight to Zizhou, so we won't fight Zizhou first. Maintaining the initiative of military action is to consider that the dispatch of troops must be justified. As long as Zizhou is still there, our process of sending troops is not over, which is more convenient to deal with the cards over there... Use deterrence to promote peace talks. If we can really force a negotiation, it will be more valuable than Zizhou."

"Although I don't understand the officials of the Wu Dynasty, the possibility of negotiations is not great, right?" Han Jing said.

"It's not great." Ning Yi smiled and nodded, "However, as long as Zizhou is still in their hands, a lot of vested interests will be generated. These people will persuade the court not to give up the southwest, will accuse those who lost the southwest, and will make those big officials in the court be in a mess. Once Zizhou changes hands, the matter is settled, and these people's words will be of little value... so let's put it aside first. The situation is so chaotic, it won't be too late to take it down next year."

As Ning Yi spoke, he and Han Jing looked at the huge Wu Dynasty map on one side of the room. A large amount of information was transformed into flags and arrows, densely presented on the map. The flames of war in the southwest were only a corner. What was really complicated was the actions and confrontations north of the Yangtze River and north of the Yellow River. Near Daming Prefecture, the yellow flags representing the Jin people were densely inserted into a small forest. This was a battle situation that even Han Jing, who was at the front line, could not help but be concerned about.

Zong Fu and Zong Bi began to attack Daming Prefecture in September. After more than a month, the war was fruitless. Now, the main force of the Jurchen army has begun to cross the Yellow River southward. Wanyan Chang, who is in charge of logistics, led more than 30,000 Jurchen elites, together with more than 200,000 Han troops collected from Li Xizhi's original jurisdiction, to continue to besiege Daming. It seems that they are prepared for a long-term siege.

And the latest information is reflected in the western line of the Central Plains corresponding to the eastern route. After Wang Juyun raised his troops, Prince Jin Tian Shi personally led the army and rushed towards Zong Han's army that came out of Yueyanmen Pass with the momentum of burning jade and stone. This was the most powerful and shocking resistance that suddenly broke out in the Central Plains. Han Jing had doubts about this and asked Ning Yi. Ning Yi nodded and confirmed.

The news from the Jin Prince's direction in the Central Plains was personally transmitted by Zhan Wu, the bamboo shopkeeper in charge of contacting Lou Shuwan. With Tian Shi's departure, the army mobilized by the Jin Prince's command reached as many as one million. This was the family property that Tian Hu had accumulated for more than ten years.

And with the departure of the army, the struggle under the political circle in this area suddenly became fierce. Although the slogan of resisting the Jin was passionate, there were also many people who were unwilling to risk their lives under the iron hooves of the Jin. These people moved accordingly.

On the day the army departed, the Jin Prince's territory began to be under martial law. The next day, Yuan Zhanxia, one of the old people who had supported Tian Shi's rebellion, secretly sent envoys north to try to contact Wanyan Xiyin of the Eastern Route Army.

On the same day, Lou Shuwan, who had already prepared manpower, led troops to kill into the Yuan family, and the entire big family was imprisoned. On the third day, the Yuan family's old and young were beheaded in Weisheng City. At the same time, countless people in the court and army system who were related to the Yuan family were imprisoned. Within a few days, the heads cut down in Weisheng City could build a 京观(jing guan).

Such cruel and tyrannical methods came from the hands of a woman. Even Zhan Wu, who was accustomed to seeing the world, was palpitated by it. Before the Jurchen army reached Taiyuan, the entire Jin Prince's territory had been transformed into a chilling Asura field.

The tense situation north of the Yellow River also has its own reasons. After more than ten years of recuperation, the Jin Prince's territory was able to gather a million soldiers and then resist, which naturally made some Han people feel passionate. However, what they were facing was Wanyan Zonghan, the Jurchen military god who had fought side by side with Wanyan Aguda and now ruled half of the Jin country.

Looking back at the Jin Prince's territory, apart from its own million-strong army, to the west was the northwest that had been slaughtered by the Jurchens, and to the east, the resistance of Daming Prefecture, even with Zhu Biao's Black Flag Army, was only 50,000 to 60,000 people. To the south across the Yellow River, it had to cross Bianliang City and nearly a thousand miles of road that was actually still in the hands of the Jurchens to reach the Yangtze River basin, which was actually controlled by the Wu Dynasty. The million-strong army was facing Wanyan Zonghan, in fact, it was an isolated army without support for thousands of miles.

Everyone was making choices with their lives.

"...Back then in Luliang Mountain, I had met this Young Master Tian once. At first sight, I thought this person was arrogant, had short-sighted knowledge, and did not pay attention to him. But I didn't expect that this person was also a hero. And this Miss Lou is really... remarkable."

When Tian Shi and Lou Shuwan went to Luliang Mountain, Han Jing and others were still preparing for a battle code-named "Beating Children." At this time, turning over the many information summaries from the north, they could not help but sigh for the other party.

Among these news, there was also a letter written by Lou Shuwan himself and sent to the Chinese Army by Zhan Wu. On the letter, Lou Shuwan analyzed the Jin Prince's plans and the situation he faced with clear logic and calm sentences to the Chinese Army led by Ning Yi, and at the same time stated the fact that the Jin Prince's troops would inevitably fail. After this calm statement, she hoped that the Chinese Army could, in the spirit of being all Chinese people and helping each other, provide more support to the Jin Prince's troops, and at the same time, hoped that the Chinese Army, which had been recuperating in the southwest, could resolutely send troops and quickly open up the passage from the southwest to Xiangyang and Bianliang, or turn from the southwest to the northwest to provide practical support to the Jin Prince's troops.

Let the Black Flag Army move out now, directly open up the entire thousand-mile territory of the Central Plains, and then confront the Jurchen army. This is of course impossible. However, in the face of the other party's calm statement and desperate facts, Han Jing felt somewhat respect and guilt. When he handed the letter back to Ning Yi with a complicated expression, Ning Yi was looking at him with a smile: "How do you feel?"

"...Remarkable, and what she said is true."

"Yes, remarkable." Ning Yi smiled. After a while, he threw the letter back on the desk, "However, this woman is a psychopath. Her purpose in writing this letter is just to disgust people. Don't pay too much attention to it."

"Uh..."

Han Jing was puzzled. Ning Yi had a different feeling about this seemingly normal letter. He was a determined person. He usually didn't regard mediocre people as human beings. Back then in Hangzhou, Ning Yi had no appreciation for this woman. Even if he killed her entire family, Ning Yi didn't care when they reunited in Luliang Mountain. It was only from Lou Shuwan's development and methods of doing things in recent years that he could see the other party's survival trajectory and the cruel experience and struggle she had gone through between life and death.

The grudges between the two sides were too deep, but at this moment, they had to admit that the other party had grown into a real person. Especially with this letter written over, she had made a desperate choice and also knew that it was absolutely impossible for the Chinese Army to send troops north and recover the Central Plains at this time. This kind of behavior that disregarded life and death was enough to make people feel admiration. While the Chinese soldiers admired her, Ning Yi's mood was naturally disgusting.

This almost perverted sense of humor instead made Ning Yi respect her amid laughter and tears.

"I knew I should have killed her back then... once and for all..."

After chatting with Han Jing for a while, when he sent him out, the stars were already all over the sky. Talking about the current situation in the north on such a night, the fierce and cruel battle situation, was actually discussing one's own future. Even if one was in the southwest, how long could one be calm? The confrontation between the Black Flag and the Jurchens would come sooner or later.

In the ordinary starlight, going north and east, the traces of winter had already descended on the earth. Going east over three thousand miles, Lin'an City had a night scene that was a hundred times more prosperous than Heden in the mountains.

As the heart of the Wu Dynasty today, people from the north and south gathered here, and countless large and small matters relating to the entire world happened and brewed here. At the moment, the temporary protagonist of a story happening in the capital is called Long Qifei.

In August, the Chinese Army issued a 檄文(xi wen) in the southwest, proclaiming it to the world. Not long after, Long Qifei set out from Zizhou to return to the capital. He traveled day and night by carriage and boat, and had been back in Lin'an for more than ten days.

When the country is in danger, heroes often emerge. At this time in the Wu Dynasty, the poems of the scholars were sharp and tragic. The Green Forest had the rendering of patriotism, and chivalrous people emerged. The style of literature and martial arts had made great progress compared to the years of peace. In addition, various schools of thought also gradually rose. Many literati ran around in the capital every day, peddling their strategies to save the country. Under Ning Yi's inspiration, Li Pin and others ran schools and newspapers, which gradually developed.

Since the Jurchens showed signs of going south, Prince Junwu left Lin'an and led various armies to the front line, building a steel Great Wall north of the Yangtze River. The focus of attention to the north has always been the focus of scholars' attention. But for the southwest, many people still held vigilance. Before the southwest war, the deeds of Long Qifei and others had been promoted among the Confucian scholars. When the southwest was in danger, Long Qifei arrived in the capital, and this group of people immediately attracted a lot of attention.

There may also be doubts about these people deserting the battlefield, but after all, the distance is too far. When the situation is critical and heroes are needed, most of the publicity for these people is positive. After Li Xiannong was questioned and arrested in the southwest, the deeds of the Confucian scholars persuading the Mangshan Ni tribe to rise up against the Black Flag Army have mostly become Long Qifei's planning and strategy in the mouths of everyone. Faced with barbarian demons like the Black Flag Army, it is not easy to be able to do these things. After all, the tragedy of being willing to kill the thieves but being unable to return to heaven can also make people feel recognized.

In this journey of three thousand miles, Long Qifei lost weight in anxiety and high-intensity running. After arriving in Lin'an, he was haggard and his mouth was full of sores from fire. The first thing he did after arriving in the capital was to kneel down to all the Confucian scholars he knew. The Black Flag was powerful, and he had humiliated his mission and could only return to the capital to report to the court, requesting more attention and assistance to the southwest.

This kind of thing that a great Confucian concerned about the country and knelt down to apologize to everyone immediately spread as a good story in the capital. In the following days, Long Qifei ran back and forth with everyone, constantly asking for help from the mansions of the court ministers, and also asking for help from many virtuous people in the capital. He stated the importance of the southwest, the wolfish ambitions of the Black Flag Army, and constantly warned the court, saying that the southwest could not be lost, and that losing the southwest would mean the demise of the country. In more than ten days, he set off a large patriotic upsurge.

Many senior officials in the capital came to invite him to banquets, and even the stewards in the Princess's mansion came to invite him to discuss and understand the specific situation in the southwest. Poetry gatherings sent him invitations one after another, and all kinds of celebrities came to visit in an endless stream... During this period, he visited Qin Hui, the Privy Councilor who had prompted him to go west, for the second time. However, after the failure in the court, Qin Hui was unable and unwilling to promote the conquest of the southwest again. Even though many senior officials and celebrities in the capital expressed extreme importance and respect for him, there were not a few important figures willing to make efforts for the major event of sending troops to the southwest.

Late this night, at the entrance of Qingyi Lane, large red lanterns were hung high. The brothels, theaters, and teahouses in the alley were still enthusiastic. This was one of the lively social spots in Lin'an City. In the lobby of a inn called "Sihai Society," many celebrities and scholars who came here were still gathered. In front of Sihai Society was a brothel. Even in the windows above the brothel, some people listened to music and paid attention to the situation below.

Finally, a carriage came in from the street and stopped in front of Sihai Society. Long Qifei, who was thin, half-white, with red eyes but still enthusiastic, got out of the carriage. He was only over forty years old. In the running of more than a month, all kinds of worries were rampant and his heart was suffering, which made his hair half white, but it was this appearance that made everyone respect him even more. Leaving the carriage, he stood firm with a wooden staff in one hand, his dark red lips pressed tightly, and his face was angry. Everyone surrounded him, but he just bowed his hands silently and walked towards the inn.

Sending troops to the southwest was a complicated decision that determined the direction of a country. After more than ten days, there was no result. He realized that the momentum was not big enough and not enough to prompt adults such as Lord Qin and the Princess to make a decision. However, scholars and people of insight in the capital were ultimately on his side. So this night, he went to Mingtang to visit Li Pin Li Dexin, whom he had met once.

Li Dexin's newspaper now had a huge influence in the capital, but in recent days, his newspaper only had some bland and descriptive reports about Long Qifei's return to the capital. Long Qifei was dissatisfied, and felt that perhaps he had not shown enough respect to him, so he personally came to the door, hoping that the other party could realize the importance of the southwest, take national affairs as the priority, and promote the public opinion of defending the southwest.

However, Li Dexin refused his request.

Returning to the inn at this time, everyone asked about the results of the discussions between the two parties. Long Qifei just walked towards the inside. When he passed through the lobby, he stuck the wooden staff on the ground. After a moment, he said: "Li Dexin... a person who seeks fame and reputation..."

The words were indignant, but they were sonorous and powerful. The crowd in the hall was stunned, and then began to talk in a low voice. Someone followed up and continued to ask, but Long Qifei stopped talking and went back to the room. When he returned to the room, the famous prostitute Lu Guoer who had accompanied him to the capital came to comfort him. He was silent and did not speak, his eyes were even redder.

"Master, this is the list of adults who sent posts today... Master, the affairs of the world are difficult, don't hurt your body for these people..."

Lu Guoer was also a woman who had seen many things, and after speaking to persuade him for a while, Long Qifei waved his hand: "You don't understand, you don't understand..."

There were some things he wouldn't tell the woman beside him. In today's conversation with him, Li Pin bitterly stated the pros and cons. Some of the words were too much, which made Long Qifei feel palpitation. Since he returned to the capital, everyone has regarded him as a leader who is widely expected, but this is also because of the situation in the southwest. If the court really cannot take back the southwest in a practical sense, what is the significance of his existence as an opinion leader?

Li Pin seeks fame and reputation. At first, he said how different he was from Ning Yi, raising his own status by demonizing that guy. Now he is hypocritically saying that he will take it slowly. Also... the senior officials in the court are not good things, including Qin Hui! At first, he instigated himself to go to the southwest, trying every means to deal with the Chinese Army. Now, himself and these people have done their best, arrested the envoys of the Chinese Army, incited the Mangshan Ni tribe, and risked their lives... He cannot promote the national encirclement and suppression, patted his ass and left, how can himself and these people leave?

The meat eaters are despicable. The words of the saints are thorough. He listened to the indignation and discussions still faintly coming from outside... The officials of the court are mediocre and useless, only himself and these people are working hard for the country... After thinking for a moment, he settled his mind and began to look at the nameplates that were sent. When he turned to one of them, he hesitated for a moment, put it down, and then picked it up again shortly after.

"...This seems to be a disciple of Zhao Xiang." Lu Guoer said in a low voice beside him. Long Qifei pressed the name and tapped his finger.

After a moment, he said: "A gentleman is gregarious but not partisan, so what does it matter whether he is a disciple or not."

The name on the invitation was Yan Huan. His official position was not high, but he was a disciple of Zhao Ding, the Left Chancellor, and Zhao Ding was said to be at odds with Qin Hui.

"...I have seen the articles written by this Lord Yan before. He has a righteous spirit... Perhaps I can meet him." Long Qifei sighed and said.

The wailing of the night wind came from outside the window.

This blowing night wind traveled 1,500 miles north, and the cold wind blowing over the city wall was making the flames in the night blazing. On the north wall of Daming Prefecture, the continuous bombardment of trebuchets opened a gap in one section of the city wall. Below the gap, corpses, rubble, and the mud constantly transported by the army during the impact piled up a sloping earth slope along the wall. Under the urging of the Jurchens, the soldiers outside the city roared and launched a tidal attack on this gap.

On the city wall, the pushed cannons launched an attack on the outside of the city. The shells passed through the crowd, bringing up splashes of flesh and blood. Arrows, fire oil, rolling wood... As long as the defensive methods that could be used were fiercely gathered inside and outside this gap. On the outside of the city's position, trebuchets continued to fire, throwing huge stones towards this high wall.

"Move the cannons over... Everyone! The city is here, we are here, the city is dead, we are dead--" Wang Shanyue wore a white turban, and roared in a hoarse voice in the night. His body was already covered in blood, and the people around him shouted loudly with him, and then pressed towards the gap in the high wall.

Daming Prefecture was a strong city built for guarding. The thickness of the entire outer wall was several feet wide. Immature cannons could not affect such walls, but trebuchets had some effect. On the contrary, the cannons that bombarded the outside of the city from above could create a huge defensive advantage. Even so, for more than a month, the enemy who had climbed the city several times still needed to fill it with a lot of life. Wang Shanyue had led the team to charge in the front several times...

This night was still such a fierce fight. At one moment, cold things descended from the sky. Those were small ice grains before the heavy snow was about to arrive. Soon, they covered the entire world, and countless fires on and off the city went out. After a while, the fighting in the darkness finally stopped. The people on the city wall were able to survive. They began to clear the earth slope and strengthen and raise the city wall at that place.

Behind the attacking camp, Wanyan Chang looked at everything in the darkness under a large umbrella, his eyes also cold. He did not encourage his elite soldiers to seize this rare gap. After withdrawing his troops, he let the craftsmen repair the trebuchet, and left the order when he left.

"Don't be idle, continue to throw the corpses in for me!"

Dozens of miles south. The rolling flags symbolized an army of several hundred thousand in scale. In the past few days, they had successively begun to cross the Yellow River. Wushu led the vanguard across the river first. Looking back north, the Yellow River was surging, and the smoke of Daming Prefecture could no longer be seen, but he believed that soon everything in that city would disappear in the successive attacks of the hundreds of thousands of Han soldiers led by Wanyan Chang.

In front of the army was a ruined land that had just been ravaged by refugees not long ago. In addition to corpses and plague, what was now raging on this land was a refugee team collectively known as "hungry ghosts".

Even the Jurchen army or the puppet Qi troops that had been stationed south of the Yellow River could only rely on strong cities to defend one side. Most of the small-scale cities were knocked open by the refugees. The people in the cities lost everything and could only choose to maintain their survival by plundering and wandering. In many places, grass roots and tree bark had been eaten clean. People who died from eating Guanyin soil were skin and bones, but their bellies were swollen, rotting in the wild.

These people who had lost their homes, lost everything, and now could only rely on plunder to survive, now numbered as many as millions on this land south of the Yellow River, and no brush could accurately describe their encounters.

Fortunately, winter has arrived. Beggars cannot survive the winter. Once the heavy snow falls, these millions of refugees will die one after another...

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