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A light song echoed.

Inside the room, the doors and windows were tightly closed, with a brazier burning, creating warmth but also a sense of drowsiness, devoid of day and night. A woman's body wriggled within the thick bedding, softly singing a Tang Dynasty long poem, "Sending off Yang's Daughter." This was a poem written by Wei Yingwu when sending off his eldest daughter in marriage, the lyrics filled with sadness, as well as exhortations and hopes for the future.

Her voice was gentle, with a hint of longing, decorating the room with a touch of pink softness. The man beside the woman was also lying there, his face fierce, his head full of disheveled hair, his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep. The woman sang, crawling onto the man's body, gently kissing him. After finishing the song, she closed her eyes to rest for a moment, then started singing another poem to herself.

"Han jia yanchen zai dongbei, Han jiang cijia po canzei... Nan'er ben zi zhong hengxing, tianzi feichang ci yanse..."

This was a Tang Dynasty Yuefu poem by Gao Shi, called "Yan Ge Xing," or "Song of Yan." Although the poem began with the eternally famous and impassioned line "A man should value his wild actions," the overall tone of the poem was tragic, recounting the cruelty of war. The woman hummed softly and slowly, and the man she leaned on listened quietly, opening his eyes, which were red.

The man was named Wang Shitong, now the fierce "Ghost King" who led the Ghoul Troops, dominating half of the Central Plains and even forcing the Jurchen Iron Pagoda to stay within Bianliang. The woman was named Gao Qianyue, originally the daughter of a noble family in Langya, outstanding in poetry and possessing remarkable talent and beauty. Last year, when the Ghouls arrived, the entire territory of Langya was burned, and Gao Qianyue and her family fell into this catastrophe. Her fiancé, originally a general in the army, died first, followed by her parents. Because of her beauty, she was fortunate enough to survive and was later sent to Wang Shitong.

In the months from the end of the ninth year of Jianshuo to the beginning of the tenth year, wherever the Ghouls went was a true hell. Gao Qianyue stayed with Wang Shitong and lived quite well. The nightmare of her family being eaten and the fear of hunger took away all her young lady's temper. Towards Wang Shitong, Gao Qianyue, who was still a bride-to-be half a year ago, learned all kinds of flattery. Eventually, the Ghouls stopped outside Xuzhou City.

The winter was deep, and heavy snow sealed the mountains. More than a million Ghouls gathered in this area. Throughout the winter, they ate everything they could eat, and cannibalism was rampant. Gao Qianyue and Wang Shitong had been in this room for several months. Without going out to see, she could imagine what it was like. Compared to the outside world, this was almost a paradise.

She pleased the man with her singing, but the meaning of this song was not good. As she sang, perhaps afraid of angering him, Gao Qianyue's singing gradually stopped, fading into nothing. Wang Shitong waited with his eyes closed for a while before opening them again, his gaze looking at the dimness of the roof, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Jun bu jian... shachang zhengzhan ku, zhijin you yi Li Jiangjun... Huh..."

The last sound was unknown, whether it was a sigh or sarcasm. At this time, there was a knock on the door from outside: "Ghost King, the guest has arrived."

His gaze focused, and the ferocity on Wang Shitong's body also suddenly gathered. He pushed away the woman on his body, got up, put on a large robe pieced together from various furs, and picked up a wolf-tooth club still stained with blood.

"You stay here, don't go out." He said to Gao Qianyue one last time and left the room.

For several months, he had said this every time he left, and Gao Qianyue had never left this room. After Wang Shitong left, she wrapped her body in bedding and quietly retreated to the corner of the room.

Outside was night.

Patches of firelight stretched out from this courtyard, forming a large, chaotic settlement of people with no end in sight. Once more than a million, now the place where hundreds of thousands of Ghouls gathered, the order was primitive and distorted. Even looking out in the night, the low sheds, the faint firelight, the smell emanating from the dead and unknown meat, and even the eerie and shrill cries in the night sky, all made one's blood run cold.

Wang Shitong followed Tu Jifang, the leader of the vagrant refugees, along the muddy road with traces of snow, to a large room not far away. This was originally the ancestral hall in the village but had now become Wang Shitong's hall for handling military affairs. The two entered through the guarded gate. In the hall, a masked man dressed in rags, similar to the refugees, stood up. After Tu Jifang closed the door, he took off his mask, cupped his hands, and saluted.

"Li Zheng from Liaodong greets the Ghost King."

Wang Shitong did not return the greeting. He glared with bloodshot eyes and walked forward until he was in front of Li Zheng, staring at him. After a moment, when Li Zheng felt slightly uncomfortable, he turned and walked to the seat in front, sat down. Tu Jifang wanted to speak, but Wang Shitong raised his hand: "You go out."

"Ghost King, the Jurchens, this time with great sincerity..."

Wang Shitong did not speak, but his gaze shifted, and the fierce aura had already enveloped Tu Jifang. Tu Jifang quickly retreated and left the room. In the Ghoul system, there was not much human feeling to speak of. Wang Shi

Tong was capricious. Since killing his most trusted brother Yan Hong last year, he had killed people for no reason. Even though Tu Jifang's forces numbered tens of thousands, he did not dare to act rashly at this time.

After the door was closed, Wang Shitong lowered his hands, staring blankly at the emptiness in the room, as if in a daze for a moment, then looked at Li Zheng and asked in a hoarse voice: "What does Zong Fu, that little bastard... want you to do?"

Li Zheng's brow furrowed slightly.

Wang Shitong hadn't finished speaking, and a smile appeared: "...to give me to eat?"

...

In Xuzhou City, four people finished talking in a small room.

The four figures were divided into two sides, one on one side and three on the other. The members on the side of three were obviously a little short and thin, but they were all wearing Chinese Army uniforms and had a spirit.

The four stood up and saluted each other. The person who seemed to be the superior was about to speak when there was a knock on the door. The superior went out and opened a crack in the door, took a look, and then opened the door completely.

Appearing outside the door was Liu Chengzong, the highest-ranking general of the Chinese Army in the Xuzhou expedition this time. He came in from the outside, looked at the three skinny soldiers, saluted, and then whispered: "Have all the things that need to be told been told?" His face had a smile.

"It's over." The superior replied.

"You know what's going on outside, it's a narrow escape." Liu Chengzong said, "If you don't want to go, say it now. If you're not willing to do this kind of thing, you won't do it well."

The three skinny men stood upright and raised their heads. Liu Chengzong nodded and smiled, picked up a few bowls on the table, and poured boiled water.

"We're about to go out, we can't drink alcohol, so we can only use water instead... Come back alive, let's drink a toast to victory."

He picked up the bowl with the three men, clinked glasses with each of them, and then exhorted them a few more words before leaving. In the night, the three short and thin Chinese soldiers changed into the prepared refugee clothes, dressed up, and then took a carriage towards one side of the city wall.

Since Liu Chengzong led eight thousand Chinese troops to Xuzhou City at the end of last year, Wang Shitong, upon hearing the news, also led the main force of the Ghouls to kill over here. Xuzhou City had strong walls and thick walls. When Li Anmao announced his resistance against Qi and Jin, the army he recruited plus the later expanded team had more than 50,000 people. Even if there were a million Ghouls, it was impossible to enter Xuzhou, but being surrounded by Ghouls like this, Xuzhou would hardly have any initiative on the battlefield when the Jurchens arrived.

In response to this situation, Liu Chengzong selected some Chinese soldiers from the army who had propaganda and instigation skills and could mix into the Ghoul community, and released them batch by batch outside the city to guide the Ghouls outside the city to abandon Xuzhou and attack the Jurchen Eastern Route Army, which was not defending a strong city.

Facts have proved that refugees plagued by hunger and cold are easily incited. Since the end of last year, batches of refugees have been guided to the direction of the Jurchen army, causing a lot of trouble to the main force and logistics of the Jurchen army. Some of the million Ghouls who were guided by Wang Shitong to come to Xuzhou were also incited to leave here. Of course, by now, they were already dead in this heavy snow.

For a winter, more than three months, the hunger and cold in the heavy snow outside Xuzhou City are hard to describe in detail. In that environment where people ate each other, even the agitators who went out from the Chinese army might face the crisis of starving to death. Moreover, in that heavy snow, millions of people died one after another from freezing, starvation, or being killed after attacking the Jurchen troops. Ordinary people could not bear this atmosphere at all.

Every day, countless people died. In an environment where life and death were only a hair's breadth apart, everyone's life was like a speck of dust or an epic. People, millions of people, were starved to death alive, almost impossible to save. But even if it could not be saved, it was a difficult feeling to be effectively incited to die, even warriors who had experienced the three-year bloody battle of Xiaocang River would suffer great mental torment in this environment.

But such things still have to be done. Spring is coming, and if the problem of the Ghouls is not resolved, the situation in Xuzhou may become more difficult in the future. That night, three more people were quietly lowered from the city wall under the cover of night. At this time, among the shacks where refugees gathered on the other side of the city wall, there was also a figure quietly moving forward.

Afraid that the Chinese army would break through the core of the Ghoul army in a sudden attack, Wang Shitong's central command was far away, several miles away, but even under Xuzhou City, there were many refugees gathered - they didn't care if the army came out. This figure sneaked into a dark place, looked around for a moment, then quietly pulled up his bow and arrow and shot the arrow with the information towards a city head with several torches lit.

After the information was transmitted, the person quietly turned back and joined the refugee camp. However, not long after, a clamor centered on him rang out.

...

"...Today's world, the Wu Dynasty is tyrannical and the people have lost their hearts. The so-called Chinese Army is fishing for fame and seeking power, regardless of the common people. The Ghost King understands that if Ning Yi hadn't killed the monarch of the Wu Dynasty, how could Great Jin have had the opportunity to break through Bianliang and gain the entire Central Plains... Most southerners are shortsighted and only know how to scheme against each other. Great Jin is destined by heaven... I know the Ghost King doesn't want to hear this, but think about it, when the Jurchens take the world, have they ever done the many dirty and despicable things that the Wu

Xia have done? The places we have conquered on the battlefield, at least in our north, there is nothing to say."

In the room, the Han Chinese named Li Zheng from Liaodong was facing Wang Shitong and speaking impassionedly.

"...However, among the southerners, there are also respectable people. We admire heroes like the Ghost King... Does the Ghost King know that this winter, Marshal Zong Fu and Prince Zong Bi often talk about you? Although your luck is not good, among the southerners, only you, the Ghost King, are fighting for the common people. Although your posture is violent, the things that the imperial court and many adults cannot bear, you bear them!"

"...There is famine in the north, and you, the Ghost King, have no choice but to lead the people south. I heard people say that when you were in Ze Prefecture, you also saw the so-called Chinese Army. They claim to be benevolent and righteous. You wanted to entrust the people to them, but the Chinese Army, which claims to be benevolent and righteous to the world, does not recognize these Chinese people at this time. You can only continue to carry them on your back... No one can stop you along the way south. Even if a million people die this winter, only you, the Ghost King, still have hundreds of thousands of people alive. Why? You are protecting them. No matter what the situation is, Marshal Zong Fu said that you are a respectable person. You are fighting for the people."

"If today's world were not completely rotten, you, the Ghost King, would not have come to this day. There must be a wider road to take."

Li Zheng gave Wang Shitong a thumbs up, paused for a moment, and pointed his finger towards Xuzhou: "Now the Chinese Army is in Xuzhou City, Ghost King, I know you want to kill them, and Marshal Zong Fu has the same idea. The Jurchens are going south, this time there is no room for maneuver. Ghost King, even if you take these hundreds of thousands of people to the south of the Yangtze River, to be honest, the south will not welcome you. Marshal Zong Fu does not want to fight with you... As long as you give way to Xuzhou City, to the west, we will give you ten cities. You will be enfeoffed as a Marquis and appointed as a Prime Minister in Great Jin, and they will survive."

Wang Shitong looked at him for a while: "Zong Fu... is afraid of fighting with me? We are almost dead."

"Ghost King understands, the Jurchens have never been afraid of fighting anyone in these years. But, first, we don't want to fight unnecessary battles, second, we admire you, the Ghost King, and third... the world is about to change, and as far as luck is concerned, these people are also Jin people. If they can survive, the Marshal also hopes that they can avoid unnecessary casualties. Ghost King, as long as you calm down and think about it, this is the best..."

As Li Zheng spoke, he was about to continue speaking when a commotion suddenly came from outside. After a moment, Tu Jifang brought some people over to knock on the door: "Ghost King! Ghost King! We caught him! We caught him!"

"Caught what!" Wang Shitong roared.

"The Chinese Army..." Tu Jifang said, and then pushed the door in.

Wang Shitong suddenly stood up. As soon as Tu Jifang entered the door, several confidants behind him pressed a figure in. The person was dressed in tattered and dirty clothes, and was so skinny that he was all skin and bones. He had probably just been beaten, and there was a lot of blood on his face. His hands were tied behind his back, and two of his front teeth had been knocked out. He looked very miserable.

Tu Jifang closed the door, looked at Li Zheng, and then at Wang Shitong, and said in a low voice: "It's my people, Ghost King. We finally found out. It's these bastards who spread the word among the brothers, saying that they can't take Xuzhou, and the nearest place is to go to the Jurchens to grab military supplies. Someone saw him sending messages to Xuzhou City with his own eyes, haha..."

Wang Shitong's hatred for the Chinese Army was well known to the Ghouls. Since last winter, some people had been incited to go to the Jurchens in batches, either dying on the road or under the swords. The Ghouls inside had noticed it, but the people below were originally a rabble, and they had never caught any definite spies. This time, they caught someone, and Tu Jifang was extremely excited and quickly pulled him over.

Wang Shitong glanced at Li Zheng, then turned back and looked at the Chinese Army spy. After a moment, he smiled: "You, how long have you been in the Ghouls? Aren't you afraid of being eaten alive?"

The Chinese Army spy was still panting as he was dragged along, and did not speak. Tu Jifang punched him in the chest: "Speak, damn it!" The Chinese Army spy coughed twice, looked up at Wang Shitong - he was almost caught on the spot. The other party had actually followed him and discovered him for a long time. It was difficult to argue, so he smiled at this time: "Eating people... haha, do you just eat people?"

He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "Do you know, do you know someone named Wang Shanyue..."

"Huh?"

"He is... he is the grandson of Wang Qisong of the Wu Dynasty. Before the Black Water Alliance, the Khitans came over, and Wang's family sent all the men to the battlefield. They all died, leaving only Wang Shanyue. His family is all women, he has been weak since he was a child, and his family was bullied, but he is the only man. In order to protect his family, do you know what he did..." The spy raised his bloody face, "He eats people. He skinned people alive, and the enemy was afraid of him, so he could protect his family..."

"Haha, eating people... why do you eat people, who do you want to protect? Is this a glorious thing? Is human flesh delicious? And you, Ghost King, are neither human nor ghost... do you know that Wang Shanyue, who eats people, is leading troops to defend Daming Prefecture, and has been defending it since last year. Wanyan Zongfu and Wanyan Zongbi are leading 300,000 people and cannot defeat him... Who is this bastard next to you? From the north? Ghost King, are you selling your ass to them? Hehehe..."

"You Black Flag bastard, I'm going to braise you today!"

Hearing the spy's increasingly outrageous words, Tu Jifang suddenly drew his knife and pressed it against the other party's neck. The spy's mouth was full of blood, and he smiled on his face and bumped into the tip of the knife. Tu Jifang quickly pulled the blade back, and Wang Shitong shouted: "Stop!" Two of Tu Jifang's confidants, who were holding the spy, also pulled the man back hard. The spy bumped again, and with a clang, he had already pulled out a dagger from one of the confidants' bodies. In this instant, the thin figure rushed and bumped a few times, pulled open the rope on his hand, and casually slashed the neck of a Tu-faction confidant next to him. He held a short dagger and pounced towards Li Zheng like a tiger!

"Die—"

"Ah—"

The spy pounced on Li Zheng, and Tu Jifang slashed over with his knife. As one of the Ghoul leaders, he had food every day, and his strength was already great. The spy only gathered all his strength in one blow. In the air, the blade flashed, and the spy's figure rolled towards the corner of the room, a knife fiercely slashed into his chest, and blood flowed freely. But he immediately stood up, as if he wanted to fight again. Tu Jifang shouted: "I'm going to eat you."

Wang Shitong's eyes were also bloodshot, and he forced himself towards the spy. As the distance was slightly closer, Wang Shitong saw a complex look flashing in the eyes of the bloody Chinese Army spy - he had seen that look countless times in the past six months. It was a look of fear and nostalgia.

"Bastard."

The spy spat out this word, waved the dagger, and cut his own neck. This was the most neat knife movement Wang Shitong had ever seen. The body just stood there, and blood suddenly sprayed out, splattering all over Wang Shitong's head and face.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

The corpse fell down, and Wang Shitong wiped his face with his hand, which was full of scarlet color. Tu Jifang walked over: "Ghost King, you're right, the people of the Chinese Army are not good things. During the winter, they came here to make trouble and took away a lot of people. But Xuzhou is not easy for us to attack, maybe we can..."

The sound of wind whistling rose up! Wang Shitong grabbed the wolf-tooth club and suddenly turned around and swung it out. There was a muffled sound of metal colliding in the room, and Tu Jifang, who was wearing a layer of thin armor, was knocked out with one blow and smashed into the desk on the other side of the room. The wooden planks and the ornaments on the table flew around. Tu Jifang's body rolled on the ground, and then struggled. He seemed to be about to climb up, but he had already spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

Wang Shitong swung the club and smashed it down.

"You this—"

Bang!

"Eat inside—"

Bang!

"Turn outside—"

Bang!

"—Thing!!!"

Bang!

Tu Jifang's body was smashed out of shape, and the ground was full of blood. Wang Shitong breathed heavily, then reached out and wiped his mouth and nose, his bloody eyes looking at Li Zheng on one side of the room.

"Come! Drag him out for me... and eat him."

The people outside the room came in and walked towards Li Zheng. Li Zheng's face was already terrified: "You... Ghost King, if you do this, you won't have a good end. Think twice, Marshal Zong Fu won't let it go, you..."

"Haha, Zong Fu, you little brat... let him come! This world... was made like this by you Jin dogs... I'm not afraid of him! I'm not afraid of those who wear shoes when I'm barefoot! He's afraid of me—I'll eat him, I'll eat him... Hahaha..."

Li Zheng was dragged down amid his shouts. Wang Shitong laughed wildly, looked at the Chinese Army spy who had already died on the other side, took a look, laughed twice, then went into a trance for a while before calling someone.

"And this... there's nothing to eat anymore, hang him in front of Xuzhou City for me! Hahaha, hang him out, the people of the Black Flag Army are all like this, haha—"

He was covered in blood, laughed neurotically for a while, took a bath, and not long after returning to the room where Gao Qianyue was, someone came to report that Li Zheng had injured someone after being escorted down and then escaped. Wang Shitong said "Oh," turned around, and hugged the woman's body.

The next day, on the head of Xuzhou City, people saw the hung corpse.

"It's time to fight..."

Luo Ye looked at the city below, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes...

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