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Dizzy and disoriented, surrounded by a cacophony of voices. Wei Shihong, a former disciple of Lin Nian and Lin Jingmei's senior brother, rushed from the side and punched He Wen. After He Wen was exposed and captured, Wei Shihong perhaps received warnings from others and didn't bother him. Now, however, he couldn't hold back any longer.

As Wei Shihong cursed, some people pulled him back, while others, mostly veterans of the Huaxia Army, wanted to join in hitting He Wen. Even those who seemed more rational had a murderous aura about them. Then, Lin Jingmei rushed out from the side. She spread her arms to block the crowd. He Wen got up from the ground, spitting out dislodged teeth and blood. He was skilled in martial arts and had also experienced battlefields, so he feared no one in a one-on-one fight. But facing these people, he felt no fighting spirit. He looked at them, at Lin Jingmei, and silently turned and walked away.

He Wen officially left Jishan two days later. The evening before, he had a long talk with Lin Jingmei to say goodbye, telling her, "Marry someone you love. There are only heroes in the Huaxia Army." Lin Jingmei didn't reply. He Wen also said things about the large age gap between them. He also went to see Ning Yi, who only said, "I'll make sure she marries a good man. Just get lost, and it'd be best if you died." Ning Liheng appeared calm, but was actually fierce all his life. He asked He Wen to stay twice in a personal capacity, clearly to accommodate the attitude of Lin Jingmei's elders.

He Wen didn't mention his ideals again.

Alone with his sword, he rode an old horse eastward, leaving Jishan behind. The road became rugged and desolate. He saw Yi villages nestled in the mountains from afar. After leaving the mountains, he encountered villages and towns of the Wu Dynasty, with refugees wandering on the roads. The journey from west to east was winding and long. Many large cities of the Wu Dynasty exuded an air of prosperity, but he never saw anything like the atmosphere of the towns where the Huaxia Army was stationed. He Deng and Jishan felt like a strange and distant dream, nestled in the mountains of the southwest.

One day, he returned to his home in Suzhou. His father, wife, and children welcomed him back. He washed away the dust of his journey, and the family prepared a lively feast to welcome him and cleanse him of the journey's hardships. He smiled and spoke to his family in the midst of the festivities, fulfilling his duties as the eldest son. Reflecting on the experiences of the past few years, the Huaxia Army seemed like another world. However, halfway through the meal, reality finally returned.

Soldiers arrived and slowly surrounded the He residence.

"It's okay, we can explain clearly." He comforted his father, wife, and children. Then, he straightened his clothes and walked out the front door...

He Wen's affairs gradually faded away as he left Jishan alone. Gradually, few people mentioned him anymore. For Lin Jingmei's sake, Ning Yi and others even arranged several matchmaking sessions for her. Lin Jingmei didn't accept, but soon after, she at least emotionally recovered from her sadness. Ning Yi shamelessly said, "Who doesn't experience a few heartbreaks when they're young? That's how you grow up." Secretly, he told Xiao Qi to keep an eye on her.

Life returned to normal. This spring, everything in the Huaxia Army seemed ordinary. The young people talked about vague "ideals" during training and study, but what truly supported the entire Huaxia Army were the strict military regulations and past victories.

In April, a massive storm was brewing from Datong in the north...

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Boom—

A dull rumble of thunder echoed across the sky. The clouds were dark and heavy, threatening rain.

The eastern entrance of the Meihua Stockade vegetable market in Datong was crowded with people. Passersby watched the huge platform in the distance, where cries could be heard. Yamen runners loudly read out a proclamation. Further away, Jin officials in felt coats surveyed everything, occasionally conversing in whispers. A group of monks chanting scriptures waited nearby.

It was a scene of execution.

On the wooden platform, besides the surrounding Jin soldiers, there was a large group of men, women, and children dressed in Han clothing. Most of them were thin and gaunt, with lifeless eyes. Many stood there, staring blankly, while others, filled with fear, cried softly. According to the official proclamation, there were a hundred Han people who would be beheaded.

Because of the execution, most of the crowd spoke in hushed whispers. One person's crime leading to the execution of a hundred had been rare in recent years, only because...

"...less than a month, two assassinations of Commander Nianhan, that person is really..."

"...killed fiercely, that day he fought all the way from Changshun Street to near the East Gate, that person is a Han ghost, scaling walls and traversing many streets..."

"...couldn't stop him, dozens of people died in total...showed no mercy, that villain was covered in blood, I saw him run past my door, Da Gan next door used to be a soldier, came out to stop him, his wife was right there...right in front of his wife, smashed his face with a stick..."

"...still couldn't stop him, the city was in an uproar, searched for half a month, but the day before yesterday...it was Changshun Street again, rushed out to kill the commander, lucky..."

"...is a Han ghost, can't be killed, can only ask several high priests to collect his soul, look over there..."

"...these Han dogs, should indeed be killed completely...kill all the way to the south..."

The people's fragmented words pieced together the cause and effect of the events—in fact, few people in Datong didn't know about it now. On March 23rd, an assassin single-handedly attempted to assassinate Commander Nianhan but failed, killing his way out in disarray, passing through busy streets and residences, almost alarming half the city. In the end, the assassin escaped. Later, Datong was heavily guarded, and the private searches for Han people had already unjustly killed hundreds of lives. The Datong government hadn't figured out how to completely handle the matter, waiting for the Jurchen constables to catch the assassin, when on April 20th, the assassin suddenly reappeared and attacked Nianhan again.

This indomitable spirit didn't scare people, but the two assassinations, where the assassin was covered in injuries and escaped with the help of Datong's complex terrain, seemed miraculous, leaving little explanation other than divine protection. This had a terrible impact. After two days, Jurchen soldiers captured a hundred Han slaves in the city and prepared to execute them as a warning.

This was the execution for the first assassination attempt. Soon after, two hundred more people would be killed for the second assassination.

Naturally, there was no resistance. In the ten years since the Jingkang Incident, the Jurchens had captured waves of Han slaves and sent them north, totaling about a million. There had been resistance, but they had mostly died. The most inhuman treatment had already been inflicted on the slaves. Most of those who had survived to this point had lost the ability or will to resist. The first ten people were pushed forward, kneeling in front of the crowd. The executioner raised his steel blade and cut off their heads.

The stench of blood filled the air. A woman in the crowd covered her eyes and said, "Aiyo." She turned and squeezed out of the crowd. Some people watched silently, while others laughed, applauded, and cursed the Han people for not knowing what was good for them. This was Jurchen territory, and in recent years, the treatment of slaves had been relaxed, and even the killing of slaves without reason was forbidden. What more could these Han people want?

The second group of ten people was pushed forward and beheaded. When the eighth group was being pushed forward, a middle-aged woman in the crowd cried and walked forward. The woman had average looks, perhaps she had become a prostitute in Datong. Her clothes were old, but still showed some charm. However, although she was crying, there was no normal crying sound, she was a mute without a tongue.

Her son was up there.

In the ten years of the Jin conquest of the south, millions of people had been sent north, and countless tragic events had occurred. People came here and lost their freedom. Even mothers and sons were often never together again. Only later, when the Jurchens' policies towards slaves became relatively relaxed, did a few people find their relatives in this kind of lingering existence. The tongue-less woman cried and walked forward, and a Jin soldier thrust a spear into her stomach. A young man on the platform with a blank expression and a missing ear cried out "Mother!" The executioner's blade fell.

Mandu Dalu, the chief constable of the Datong government, stood on a wooden building not far away, quietly watching the commotion in the crowd. His hawk-like eyes focused on everyone who was saddened by this scene to determine if they were suspicious.

Mandu Dalu's father was among the earliest elite soldiers who followed Aguda in his uprising, and was once the best hunter in the forests and snowfields of the northeast. He joined the army with his father since childhood, and later became the most elite scout among the Jin soldiers. He had made great achievements in the northern campaigns and the southern conquest of the Wu Dynasty. He had also participated in the three-year siege of Xiaocang River, been wounded, and killed enemies. Later, Shili Ai and others relied on his abilities and transferred him to Datong, the political center of the Jin Dynasty in the west. He was cold and resolute, with keen eyes and intuition. He had killed and captured many extremely difficult enemies.

This time, he was originally overseeing other matters outside the city. After returning to the city, he joined the effort to capture the assassin. The first killing of a hundred people was only to prove that they were determined to kill. The Han hero from the Central Plains had assassinated the commander in the street twice, undoubtedly out of righteous indignation, so when two hundred more people were killed the second time, he would probably show up. Even if this person was incredibly patient, it didn't matter. In short, the word had been spread. If there was a third assassination, all the Han slaves who saw the assassin would be killed. Then the assassin would no longer have much luck.

There was naturally no resistance. In the ten years since the Jingkang Incident, Jurchens had captured waves of Han slaves and sent them north, totaling about a million. There had been resistance, but they had mostly died. The most inhuman treatment had already been inflicted on the slaves. Most of those who had survived to this point had lost the ability or will to resist. The first ten people were pushed forward, kneeling in front of the crowd. The executioner raised his steel blade and cut off their heads.

The stench of blood filled the air. A woman in the crowd covered her eyes and said, "Aiyo." She turned and squeezed out of the crowd. Some people watched silently, while others laughed, applauded, and cursed the Han people for not knowing what was good for them. This was Jurchen territory, and in recent years, the treatment of slaves had been relaxed, and even the killing of slaves without reason was forbidden. What more could these Han people want?

The second group of ten people was pushed forward and beheaded. When the eighth group was being pushed forward, a middle-aged woman in the crowd cried and walked forward. The woman had average looks, perhaps she had become a prostitute in Datong. Her clothes were old, but still showed some charm. However, although she was crying, there was no normal crying sound, she was a mute without a tongue.

Her son was up there.

In the ten years of the Jin conquest of the south, millions of people had been sent north, and countless tragic events had occurred. People came here and lost their freedom. Even mothers and sons were often never together again. Only later, when the Jurchens' policies towards slaves became relatively relaxed, did a few people find their relatives in this kind of lingering existence. The tongue-less woman cried and walked forward, and a Jin soldier thrust a spear into her stomach. A young man on the platform with a blank expression and a missing ear cried out "Mother!" The executioner's blade fell.

The last ten people were pushed onto the wooden platform, kneeling, heads bowed... Mandu Dalu narrowed his eyes: "For ten years, these Han dogs have long given up resisting. Han knights, will they see him as a savior or a killer, it's hard to say."

The deputy snorted disdainfully: "Han dogs are extremely cowardly, if they worked under me, I wouldn't use them at all. My family doesn't use Han slaves either."

"They have established their country for a long time, with deep accumulation, there are always some wandering knights who have practiced martial arts since childhood, don't underestimate them, like that assassin, you will suffer a loss."

"Captain, such a powerful person, could it be that Black Banner..."

One hundred people had been killed, and the heads were piled in several baskets below. The shaman priest stepped forward and began to dance. Mandu Dalu's deputy mentioned the name Black Banner, his voice slightly lowered. Mandu Dalu raised his head: "I guessed this origin as well. Black Banner acts differently, would not be so reckless. I received news from the South, the person who assassinated this time may be the chief of the rebels on Chifeng Mountain in the Central Plains, known as Eight-Armed Dragon King."

"He failed in his uprising, his stronghold is gone, and he came here to seek death."

"The master of a domain?"

"The master of a mountain bandit, a dog who has lost his home. Just be careful of his martial arts."

Mandu Dalu said calmly. He didn't underestimate such a one-against-a-hundred opponent, but a one-against-a-hundred opponent was just a brute. Killing him wouldn't be a top challenge, but the assassination of the commander had caused an uproar and had to be resolved. Otherwise, the case he was pursuing outside the city, vaguely related to a strange character nicknamed "Jester," made him feel that it might be more difficult.

Step by step, it will always be resolved.

Mandu Dalu had been in an invincible army. As a scout, he was elusive, always able to bring back crucial information. The crushing victories all the way after conquering the Central Plains had bored him. Until later, he faced the fierce Black Banner Army in the mountains of Xiaocang River. The millions of troops of Great Qi, although mixed in quality, did indeed resemble a huge wave. Their fierce confrontation with the Black Banner Army brought about an extremely dangerous battlefield. In those mountains, Mandu Dalu fled for his life several times, and almost encountered the elite of the Black Banner Army head-on.

He was a scout, and once he was in such a level of soldier, the consequences of being discovered were almost certain death, but he survived in that crisis. Relying on superb concealment and tracking skills, he ambushed and killed three Black Banner scouts in the dark. He was proud of it and skinned the heads of the last two enemies. These scalps are still kept in the hall of his residence as proof of merit.

He was wounded and fled in the retreat that followed, and after his injury healed he was unable to go to the front lines, but in Mandu Dalu's view, only such battles and hunts were the true battlefields for heroes. Later, the Black Banner was defeated in the Northwest, and it was said that Mr. Ning was dead, so he became a constable, specializing in confronting the most elite and most difficult criminals. His family had been hunters for generations, and there were said to be Black Banner spies in Datong, which would be his best hunting ground and prey.

It's just that after dealing with the prey at hand, he may have to wait for a while.

Mandu Dalu's eyes scanned the crowd over and over again, and finally he turned and left with his men.

Boom! Another thunderclap sounded in the sky.

In the crowd not far away, Tang Minjie watched the execution with a slight excitement, and after shouting a few times with the crowd, he left with the crowd and went to the direction of the Great Manufacturing Yard.

Soon after, the heavy rain began to fall.

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The torrential rain of early summer formed a curtain of water under the eaves of the Marshal's Mansion, and the courtyard was full of rainwater. Wanyan Xiyin stood on the corridor outside the hall, watching the heavy rain, the rocks and bronze tripod in the rain. In the hall behind, some people had already arrived, all of whom were the core members of the Datong political center, Yin Shuke, Bali Su, Wanyan Saba, Gao Qingyi, Han Qixian, Shi Li Ai, etc., and people greeted him from time to time.

Before long, Wanyan Zonghan strode over. This hero, who could now be said to be second to none in the Jin Dynasty, greeted Xiyin with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder: "There is a saying in the South, the benevolent find joy in mountains, and the wise find joy in water. Minister of Grains, how is your mood looking at the mountains and water here?"

Xiyin smiled and cupped his hands: "Marshal is also in a good mood, not afraid of disaster coming?"

"This marshal is open and honest, what disaster is there to speak of!"

Zonghan waved his hand indifferently, and then entered with Xiyin.

After taking their seats, someone spoke about the main business.

"His Majesty is bedridden, Tianhuidian, Zongfu and Zongbi want to gather troops—"

"...to plot against Jiangnan."