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Li Zhuohui, a staff officer of the 3rd Division of the 5th Army of China, walked through the simple courtyard. When he reached the corridor, he took off his raincoat and patted off the water droplets.

Passing through the front courtyard, a dozen officers had already gathered, exchanging greetings. This was the routine meeting after the morning, but due to what had happened yesterday, the scope of the meeting had been expanded.

Outside Xuzhou city, the emaciated corpse of a Chinese soldier still hung on a wooden pole. Although war always involved deaths, and those sent outside the city were in great danger, not enough to warrant special action for one person, Li Zhuohui had some different thoughts in his mind today.

The moment might have arrived. Yesterday, Li Zhuohui was responsible for verifying the identity of the body outside the city. At night, he had communicated with several generals in the army. The ideas of the people were radical and conservative, but today, Li Zhuohui decided to bring things up at the meeting.

Before long, Division Commander Liu Chengzong arrived in the courtyard, and everyone went into the room. There were several topics on the agenda for the daily meeting. Li Zhuohui began by reporting the identity of the body outside the city.

The sacrificed man was named Fang Mu, twenty-nine years old. He was an old scout in the Chinese army. Before the age of ten, he was a homeless orphan in the capital. At that time, he was taken in and trained by the Zhuji, experienced the Bianliang defense battle, the regicide rebellion, and later the series of battles in the Northwest. He worked underground in the Zhuji for a period of time.

He had a wife and children in the Liangshan mountains. In principle, he should not have been allowed to leave the city, but in recent years, the Chinese army had experienced many battles. There were many brave men, but there were few truly firm and sophisticated people suitable for espionage work—at least in this division of more than eight thousand people, such manpower was lacking. Fang Mu took the initiative to request this out-of-city task, saying that he would be a spy among the hungry ghosts, and it would be easier to survive than a head-on collision on the battlefield.

"...'I still have a wife and children to take care of at home. I am thin, and it is easier to survive if I leave the city...' That's what he said at the time, but I didn't expect... he was discovered..."

After Li Zhuohui finished speaking, he sat down in his seat. Liu Chengzong nodded and discussed Fang Mu's affairs for a while before moving on to other topics. Li Zhuohui considered in his heart when it would be appropriate to bring up his thoughts for everyone to discuss. After a while, Luo Ye, the commander of the Special Forces Regiment sitting in the side front, stood up.

"Division Commander Liu, everyone, I have an idea."

"Speak." Liu Chengzong nodded.

"I think it's time to fight a battle." Luo Ye said, "Fight the hungry ghosts, kill Wang Shitong."

The officers in the room exchanged glances. Liu Chengzong thought for a while: "For Fang Mu?"

"Fang Mu can be a reason, but the main reason is that I think the time has come."

"Oh?"

"There are several reasons why I say this." Liu Chengzong looked at Luo Ye with suspicion. Luo Ye also looked back frankly, and then said: "First, what is our purpose in coming to Xuzhou? Three hundred thousand Jurchen troops, we have more than eight thousand people, guarding Xuzhou, relying on the strength of the city walls? This was denied in our military discussion last year. Defend, street fight, evacuate, harass... Even in the most optimistic situation, we will abandon Xuzhou City and finally turn to guerrilla warfare and harassment. So, our purpose is actually to prolong the time, make a name, and give the resistance forces in the Central Plains and even the Yangtze River basin a breath of life as much as possible."

"...Then, in such a purpose, what is the significance of the hundreds of thousands of hungry ghosts outside the city to us? Spring is coming, and the Jurchens are about to kill over. Can we expect these hundreds of thousands of hungry ghosts to become our natural barrier? That is to say, we are waiting for the Jurchens to kill hundreds of thousands of hungry ghosts and finally come to Xuzhou City... This seems to be a good idea, but I think this choice is very passive."

"...First, let's consider the combat power of the hungry ghosts. Hundreds of thousands of people are starving to death. When harassing the Jurchens, even if I were Wanyan Zongfu, I would find it very troublesome, but if the Jurchen 300,000 regular army really regards the hungry ghosts as enemies and insists on killing them, the resistance of the hungry ghosts is actually very limited. Watching hundreds of thousands of people being slaughtered under the city and then defending the city will also greatly damage our morale."

"...Secondly, the Jurchens outside the city have begun to adopt a strategy of dividing and co-opting the hungry ghosts. These starving people are very powerful in despair, but... once they are divided and there is a way out, they actually cannot resist this temptation. So the barrier of hundreds of thousands of people looks very beautiful, but it is actually vulnerable. However, the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people are actually very important..."

Luo Ye paused: "In the past few months, we have watched them starve to death outside Xuzhou City. Although it is not our fault, it still makes people feel... inexplicably depressed. But thinking about it, what are the benefits if we now disperse this group of hungry ghosts gathered under the city?"

He raised a hand: "First, it will certainly boost morale. Second, the hungry ghosts are gathered in Xuzhou because of Wang Shitong. Once Wang Shitong is killed, the surviving hundreds of thousands of people will disperse in all directions. The surroundings are very miserable, and the road south is difficult, but... a small number of people will survive. This is the only good deed we can do. Third, with the dispersal of hundreds of thousands of people, the people of Xuzhou may also be able to wrap themselves up in the general trend and begin to retreat south, so that all the residents south of Xuzhou can feel this atmosphere and go south to find their last hope of survival."

"Division Commander, everyone." Luo Ye took a breath and pointed out the window, "Spring has arrived, and the snow will soon melt. This great battle will come no matter what. Let hundreds of thousands of lives outside the city drag us for ten or fifteen days? Or let us take the initiative into our own hands and warm up before the Jurchens arrive? What we want is the strength and determination of the entire Central Plains to resist. As Mr. Ning said, we have to play this play well, so there is no need to wait for the Jurchens to act in such a cowardly manner. If Wang Shitong is really co-opted by the Jurchens, we will have a large group of enemies, and it may be difficult to withdraw from Xuzhou in the future."

In Luo Ye's words, Li Zhuohui raised his hand in the back: "I, I think so too..." Liu Chengzong looked at Luo Ye in front of him: "You said it very beautifully, but what about the specifics? What about our losses?"

I have a plan—Li Zhuohui thought in his heart. But he heard Luo Ye in the side front say: "I communicated with several regimental commanders last night and rushed out a plan overnight. Once the hungry ghosts start to attack actively, the endlessness is annoying, but their ability to resist attacks is insufficient. We have placed a lot of people among them. We only need to keep an eye on Wang Shitong's location and break through at high speed with elite forces. Killing Wang Shitong is not a problem. Of course, we also have to consider the subsequent development after killing Wang Shitong. We must launch the hidden stakes we have placed in the hungry ghosts to guide the hungry ghosts to disperse to the south. This requires further improvement and a few days of communication..."

Luo Ye handed the plan up and explained the steps of the plan. Li Zhuohui and others began to nod in agreement. After a while, Liu Chengzong in front nodded: "You can discuss it. Are there any objections?" He looked around.

After a moment, Liu Chengzong smiled, with a trace of seriousness and ferocity in his smile. The sound rang in the room.

"...Pass the plan down for everyone to discuss. Li Zhuohui, I see that you also have ideas. Improve it and produce formal results this afternoon. If there are no clearer and more detailed objections, then as you said..."

He stood up and knocked on the table with his fist.

"Spring is coming... kill Wang Shitong to offer sacrifices to the flag!"

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A thousand miles northwest of Xuzhou, the flames of war and beacon smoke have not yet dissipated.

On the Linzhou battlefield, the fierce fighting was receding with the passage of time.

It was difficult to clearly define when the Jurchen army's retreat began, but by the end of Si time (9-11 AM), around noon, a large-scale retreat had begun to form a trend. Wang Juyun led the Ming Wang Army all the way to the northeast, feeling that the resistance along the way was becoming weaker.

The Jin soldiers were retreating. Some teams led by generals still launched counterattacks against the Ming Wang Army during the retreat, and some retreating Jin soldiers even lost their mutual support formation and combat power. When they encountered the Ming Wang Army, they were chased all the way by this still powerful army. Wang Juyun rode on his horse, watching all this.

Shu Lie Su, along with Yin Shu Ke, Ba Li Su, and others, was one of the core generals under Wanyan Zong Han. After Aguda's death, the Jin Kingdom was divided into two power centers, east and west. The army controlled by Wanyan Zong Han was even enough to overwhelm the Jurchen royal family's army controlled by Wu Qimai. The Jurchen elites under Shu Lie Su were one of the most elite troops Wang Juyun had ever encountered, but this time was the only time he fought so easily against the Jurchen core elites.

He did not personally witness what happened in the past hours, but everything he participated in along the way, and the surviving Black Flag soldiers he encountered who were almost exhausted from fighting, showed the fierceness of the fighting between the two sides in the previous hours. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wang Juyun would have found it difficult to believe that the army supporting the Black Flag in front of him had been broken up and reorganized again and again in the successive clashes, and had repeatedly fought with the Jurchens.

Even at this moment, seeing it with his own eyes, he found it difficult to believe. Since the Jurchens swept the world and shouted the slogan that ten thousand were invincible, more than 30,000 Jurchen elites, facing more than 10,000 Black Flag troops, were defeated by the other side on this morning.

The message "Shu Lie Su is dead" was circulating in the mouths of various defeated soldiers and wounded soldiers on the battlefield, but no one knew the truth of the message. At the same time, rumors such as "Zhu Biao is dead" and even "Mr. Ning is dead" were also circulating in the mouths of the Jurchens and some of the defeated Han troops. No one knew the truth either. The only thing that was clear was that even with such rumors spreading everywhere, the two sides were still fighting to the present in such a chaotic melee.

At nearly a quarter past noon, Wang Juyun saw Zhu Biao on the battlefield, who was directing all the soldiers who could still move to rescue the wounded. On the battlefield, mud and blood were mixed together, and corpses stretched out in all directions. The flags of the Chinese army and the Jurchens were intertwined. The Jurchen main force had withdrawn. Zhu Biao, covered in blood, waved his hand towards Wang Juyun, staggering: "Help save people!"

His voice was already hoarse. Wang Juyun had quickly rushed over with everyone to help. The old man held Zhu Biao up. Zhu Biao smiled and then waved his hand: "Look carefully! Look carefully! Some people are not dead..." He smiled, "They are just exhausted, help them up quickly..."

On the battlefield, there were many people lying motionless in the piles of corpses, but their eyes were still open. With the end of the fighting, many people had exhausted their last strength. They were either sitting or lying there resting, and they often never woke up again.

Some soldiers died at this time.

People continued to come from afar, and exhausted messengers were passing on news from all sides on the battlefield. Hu Yanzhuo was contacted, Qin Ming was contacted, and Shi Guangen was contacted. Zhu Biao and Wang Juyun received these messages together. Every time news of someone's survival was confirmed, Zhu Biao would smile: "This guy is not dead yet..." But there were also depressing messages.

Soon after, someone brought news of Guan Sheng and Li Jia Kai. This was already news from the riders Wang Juyun had sent out, and behind them, some people were carrying stretchers towards this side. They told Zhu Biao and Wang Juyun about the thrilling assassination.

"Look at this rice dumpling..."

When the stretcher came over, Zhu Biao laughed heartlessly, pointing at one of the people on the stretcher, laughing until tears flowed. Lu Junyi's body was wrapped tightly in gauze on top, his face pale and his breathing weak, looking extremely miserable.

"The knife wound on his chest is extremely serious. It is difficult to say whether he can survive..."

The military doctor accompanying the army said with difficulty. He already knew about Lu Junyi's killing of Shu Lie Su, so he took extra care of him. Next to him, another "rice dumpling" on the stretcher moved and turned his eyes to this side.

"He has such high martial arts skills, he won't die."

This was Li Jia Kai. He originally tried to attract Shu Lie Su's attention with more than a hundred people, waiting for Guan Sheng and others to kill him, and then he discovered the anomaly at the end of the forest. When he arrived, Lu Junyi and the companions next to him had been killed to the point where there was no way out. Lu Junyi was hit by several more knives, and three of the companions next to him were still alive. Lu Junyi fell after Li Jia Kai arrived. Soon after, Guan Sheng led people to kill from outside, and the Jurchen army, which had lost its commander, began a large-scale retreat. The military order for other teams to retreat should have been issued by the general who took over at that time.

Although another of Lu Junyi's special forces comrades who had fought all the way was seriously injured and died afterwards, among the remaining two, one of them also looked over from that side and said, "For the last blow to kill Shu Lie Su, his horse... knocked Instructor Lu away. If not, Instructor Lu would not be able to hold on until now..."

Zhu Biao nodded, and Wang Juyun on the side asked, "Where is Shu Lie Su?"

"I don't know... the Jurchens didn't leave the body behind..."

Wang Juyun also nodded and cupped his hands in salute. Then the medics carried the wounded soldiers down. After a while, Guan Sheng and others also came towards this side. After another moment, a figure went towards the medical team. From a distance, it was Yan Qing, who had been active on the battlefield.

A cold wind blew over the vast battlefield. On this plain, forest, valley, and hill that had experienced fierce fighting, figures walked and gathered, carrying out the final cleanup. Bonfires were lit, tents were set up, hot water was boiled, and people were constantly searching for traces of survivors in the piles of corpses. Many people died, and naturally many people survived. After the various messages had roughly outlined the situation, Zhu Biao sat down on the hillside, and Wang Juyun looked into the distance: "This battle will surely shock the world."

Far away, someone was holding a leaf under a tree and blowing a tune that was completely different from the atmosphere of war, but it made the surroundings warm and quiet.

"Unfortunately, one battle cannot save the world." Zhu Biao said.

"There always has to be a beginning." Wang Juyun's voice always seemed very calm. After a moment, he said: "More than ten years ago in Hangzhou, I had several meetings with that Mr. Ning. Unfortunately, I don't remember them clearly now... With this battle, the morale of the Jin army will be boosted, and the Jurchens will no longer be able to boast of being invincible. General Zhu..."

He looked at Zhu Biao, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. Finally, he just said: "After such a great battle, you should take a rest. Wang will be here to watch over the aftermath. Take care of your body so that you can cope with the next great battle."

Zhu Biao stood up. He knew that the old man in front of him was also a truly great figure. In the Yongle Dynasty, he was Shangshu Wang Yin, who was proficient in both literature and martial arts. While being majestic and domineering, he was also ruthless and merciless. After the end of the Yongle Dynasty, he was even able to personally betray Fang Baihua and others in exchange for another basic disk for his rise. And facing the Jurchens who overturned the world, the old man resolutely stood on the front line of resisting the Jin, investing his entire family fortune, which had been managed for many years, into the tide of resisting the Jin with an almost cold-blooded attitude.

"Thank you, Commander Wang." He bowed to Wang Juyun, and Wang Juyun also returned the salute. Then, Zhu Biao slowly walked towards the tents that had been set up. The time was already afternoon. Under the cold sky, the bonfire was emitting a warm light, illuminating the busy figures.

Wang Yin looked at these backs.

Very far away, the Jurchen army was still gradually gathering in the dreary retreat. No one could believe the results of the battle in front of them. No one could believe the outcome of the disastrous defeat of the 30,000-strong army in the frontal battle. In the twenty years of sweeping the world, this had never happened before.

Not many people in the entire Jin region and the entire world knew this first-hand news. In Weisheng City, Lou Shuwan raised her head in the cold temperature, muttering calculations in her mouth. She had not slept peacefully for more than half a month. During this time, she arranged various negotiations, promises, threats, and assassinations on the one hand, and like a miser, she calculated the bargaining chips in her hand every day, hoping to gain more power in the following split.

Many times, she had a splitting headache. Soon after, the news that came would make her sleep well, and in her dream she would meet Ning Yi.

You Hongzhuo walked through the dark streets with his long sword unsheathed. These days, Weisheng was splitting apart, and shameless people were touting the theory of surrender and began to stand in line and form gangs. You Hongzhuo killed many people and suffered some injuries.

In the Tianji Palace, Shi Jin, who was in charge of security, had no distracting thoughts as he faced the towering city tower every day. If one day this huge city tower would collapse, he would launch a desperate blow against the enemies outside. Also not long after, the light would shine in from the other end of the city tower, and he would hear the names of some familiar people, and hear news about them.

In the Jurchen camp, Wanyan Xiyin was also calculating the changes in the general trend. The snow and ice were melting, and more than 200,000 troops were ready to go. When the inevitable results of the battle in Linzhou came, his next step would be to gradually unfold...

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South, Xuzhou, three days later.

The 3rd Division of the 5th Army of China, a team of more than 8,000 people, seemed to be gradually ignited by something, the gears meshed, and began to gradually and quickly operate. Some information was quietly transmitted beneath the quiet surface, and the atmosphere of war was brewing rapidly.

Li Anmao, the prefect of Xuzhou, noticed some traces and often came to inquire about the situation these two days, trying to get information.

In the staff headquarters, the plan had been completed, and the work of various preparations and contacts had also come to an end. On the morning of February 12th, hurried footsteps sounded in the courtyard of the staff headquarters, and someone brought urgent news.

"Outside Xuzhou City, the situation has changed—"

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