景翰 14th Year, 5th Month, 9th Day, afternoon, around Wei hour (1-3 PM), on the post road south of Zhuxian Town, carriages and people were rushing north. Search: \(?Full?Version?God?Station) to read high-quality literature for free.

Running in the front was a sturdy-looking martial artist named Tian Donghan. Behind him were people of all ages. The convicted official named Qin Siyuan, along with his wife and concubines, were already in the carriage. Ji Kun was waving the whip in front of the carriage, pulling a thirteen-year-old member of the Qin family into the vehicle. The others running back and forth included six or seven young members of the Qin family, as well as Bamboo Lodge martial artists and Qin family guards.

Two government runners escorting Qin Siyuan south were practically being dragged along behind.

Apart from a few occasional travelers, there were no other pedestrians along the post road. Sunlight shone down from the sky, and the surrounding fields were empty, creating an eerie atmosphere.

In the second half of last year, the Jurchens attacked and besieged Bianliang. Residents north of Bianliang to the Yellow River region were almost entirely evacuated. Those who refused to leave were mostly killed later. The area south of Bianliang was slightly better, but dozens of miles were still affected. During the scorched-earth policy, people migrated, villages were burned, and later Jurchen cavalry also came this way, damaging the post roads and riverbeds.

After the Jurchens left, everything was being rebuilt. A large number of merchants came from the south, but not all post roads had been repaired yet. There were several roads south of Zhuxian Town, separated by a river, and the road to the west was not yet clear. When going south, according to the route set by the Ministry of Justice, convicts were to travel on less crowded roads as much as possible to avoid friction or accidents with pedestrians. The group was currently traveling on this western post road. However, in the afternoon, intelligence from Bamboo Lodge came in a hurry, saying that Jianghu heroes who wanted to intercept Qin Siyuan had already gathered and were now encircling from that direction. The leader was likely to be Lin Zongwu, the Great Brightness Sect Leader.

Following Qin Siyuan on his southward journey were Old Madam Qin, the concubine Yunniang, Ji Kun, several young members of the Qin family, and seven Bamboo Lodge guards led by Tian Donghan. Of course, there was also a carriage following along. However, before leaving the capital's territory, the two government runners were quite strict. They only removed the shackles for the old man. If they wanted everyone to have a better time, they would have to wait until they were out of the capital area. Perhaps nostalgic for this place in the capital, the old man didn't mind walking slowly—he was already this old, leaving the circle of power to go to Lingnan, and there probably wouldn't be many other things for him to do.

When the news came, everyone realized the awkwardness of the location. Tian Donghan and others immediately pinned the two government runners to the ground, demanding to know if they were accomplices. The two only said that this was the rule of the Ministry of Justice. There was no way to interrogate them strictly at this time. The messenger had already sent a pigeon to the capital earlier and was now quickly riding to find reinforcements. Tian Donghan and others helped the old man into the carriage and quickly fled. Under the sunlight, everyone drew their swords and cocked their crossbows, wary of everyone who appeared in their sight.

Soon, a dilapidated small post station appeared in front of them. They remembered that there were two soldiers stationed inside when they passed by earlier.

Tian Donghan looked at the door, and the stench of blood came from inside. Sword light flashed dazzlingly from the darkness. Tian Donghan slanted his blade, and a loud shout was heard in the air: "Kill the traitor—" Figures rushed out from above and below, but behind Tian Donghan, fishing nets flew out, trapping the swordsman. Then came spears and hook sickles, and crossbow bolts whizzed out. The swordsman was highly skilled in martial arts, rushing into the crowd and spinning around. Dust flew up, and the sword's edge clashed with several Bamboo Lodge guards in succession. Then, his left foot was hooked, and his body tilted. His head was split open by a blade, and blood splattered out.

On the front side, a martial artist took a crossbow bolt to the head. Another exchanged two blows with Tian Donghan, had his chest split open by a blade, and was kicked, his body crashing into the dirt wall behind him. He staggered a few times and collapsed weakly.

The remaining assassins were frightened behind the wall and behind the house, shouting: "You can't escape!" "The dog official deserves to die!" They didn't dare to come out again.

Tian Donghan stood with his blade, staring for a moment, and said: "Go—" He began to retreat in large steps, and the others also began to retreat. Someone suddenly attacked from behind the dirt wall, throwing several hidden weapons, flying locust stones. Two crossbow bolts shot over, and the person who threw the hidden weapons quickly shrunk back. One of them was grazed on the arm and repeatedly said: "These guys are tough, everyone be careful! These guys are tough…"

The scorching sun baked the earth, and in the capital, the event had already begun to spread and ferment.

As the people from the Ning Mansion main residence rushed out, emergency teams from all over the capital were also alarmed. Several chief constables led their teams out, afraid that things would get too big, and following Ning Yi and others out of the city. Several other large residences of Bamboo Lodge inside and outside the capital also showed signs of activity, and guards were rushing south.

At the same time, well-informed members of the Green Forest had learned of the situation and began to head south, either to join the grand event or to join the excitement. And at this time, many Green Forest people had gathered around Zhuxian Town. Some belonged to the Great Brightness Sect, and some even belonged to some large families in the capital, and they had all taken action. In the middle of this, there were even several groups that had not been expected…

Northwest of the capital, an unexpected situation was truly emerging at this time.

The camp temporarily stationed by the Wu Rui Army was set up next to what was originally a large village. Now, with people coming and going, the surroundings had become lively, and several simple restaurants and teahouses had opened up around. This camp was now the most watched military station near the capital. After the rewards for meritorious service, not to mention official titles, the gold and silver distributed alone were enough for the officers and soldiers to squander for several years. Merchants followed profits and settled down, and even brothels had secretly opened, although the conditions were simple, the women were not unsightly.

In the afternoon, although not luxurious, Li Bingwen occupied the best position on the cool and well-ventilated second floor of a teahouse, sitting opposite his guest, enjoying tea and occasionally chatting about family matters. His current guest was named Han Jing, and the two had been interacting frequently recently.

The Wu Rui Army after the Jurchens left now included two forces. One side was the original Wu Dynasty soldiers, numbering more than ten thousand, and the other side was the rebel army from Mount Lüliang, numbering nearly eighteen hundred. Nominally—and "substantially" as well—General Li Bingwen was in command, but in practice, there were many troubles.

First of all, the majority of the more than ten thousand people were somewhat unruly. Before Li Bingwen took over, Wu Zhuangyuan (Martial Arts Top Scorer) Luo Shengzhou came to try to show off his power. He won in fistfights, but when they competed with swords, they fought to a draw and were both injured. Luo Shengzhou left in disgrace. Li Bingwen had more methods than Luo Shengzhou and had dozens of highly skilled personal soldiers to back him up, but in a month's time, his control over the army was not too deep.

This was of course related to Zhou Zhe's and Tong Guan's strategies. Zhou Zhe wanted to win over the hearts of the soldiers, so he greatly praised the middle-level generals during inspections to win them over. Tong Guan had led troops for many years and was more experienced than anyone else. This Guangyang Prince knew the ills of the army, and therefore, he was extremely concerned about the main reason why the Wu Rui Army could support its combat power. This indirectly led to Li Bingwen being unable to drastically change this army—for the time being, he could only watch and pinch, but this was already Prince Tong's private army, and other things could be done slowly.

The Mount Lüliang rebel army was even more troublesome.

On the surface, these more than eighteen hundred people were under Li Bingwen's command, but the actual controllers were still Han Jing and the woman named Lu Hongti. Because this army was all cavalry, with more than a hundred heavy-armored black riders, the capital had praised them to the point of myth, and even called them "Iron Pagodas." Li Bingwen couldn't connect with that woman and could only contact Han Jing—but when Zhou Zhe inspected the Wu Rui Army, he gave him various titles, and now, theoretically, Han Jing had already been given the military position of commander, which was on the same level as Li Bingwen.

Fortunately, Han Jing was easy to talk to. Li Bingwen had been building relationships with him for a long time, enough to be frank and call each other brothers. Although Han Jing was a martial artist and a leader from Mount Lüliang, with some banditry, he became more and more steady when he arrived in the capital. He didn't like to drink alcohol, only tea. Li Bingwen occasionally invited him out, preparing some good tea to entertain him.

After noon, the two drank tea while discussing the Wu Dynasty's military system, morale, and other matters. In Li Bingwen's view, Han Jing was from a mountain bandit background, and his words were often unorthodox and different from the reality of the Wu Dynasty. Some of his ideas were ultimately shallow, but it didn't matter. He just listened and occasionally analyzed a few sentences, and Han Jing nodded in agreement with sincerity. At some point, a soldier galloped up on horseback downstairs, dismounted at the door, and rushed upstairs. It was a Mount Lüliang cavalryman.

The soldier looked hurried and angry, rushed over, handed Han Jing a note, and stood beside him without speaking.

Han Jing read the note, frowned, and then he looked up slightly, his face filled with anger. Li Bingwen said: "Brother Han, what's the matter?"

"Summon all the brothers!" Han Jing said to the soldier next to him. The soldier said, "Yes." and rushed down. Li Bingwen felt a chill in his heart and stood up: "Brother Han, is there any military matter!?" Han Jing had already stood up, slapped the table. After a moment, he probably felt that this was not good, so he cupped his fist, and said in a rough voice: "General, it's a private matter of Lüliang!"

"Impossible." Li Bingwen hurriedly stopped him, "You are already a soldier, how can you have a private..."

"There are still armed fights in the army, we are only volunteers, how can we not have a private!"

"No, no, Brother Han, this is the capital, what private matters do you have? You might as well tell me, and I will naturally have a way to deal with it for you. Did you have a friction with someone? If you don't say it, don't you treat Li as one of your own? Do you think Li will turn his elbow outward..."

Han Jing's expression softened a little, and he cupped his fist again: "General's kindness is appreciated, Han knows, but this matter does not require the entire Wu Rui Army to be dispatched." He then lowered his voice slightly, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes, "Hmph, a private grudge from the past has not been resolved, and now that person dares to come to the capital, thinking that we will let him go!"

"Who is the enemy that Brother Han is talking about..."

"Around you, there is a Great Brightness Sect, have you heard of it, General?"

"Great Brightness Sect..." Li Bingwen was still recalling.

"Hmph, the leader of this sect, Lin Zongwu, used to have a connection with our Big Boss. He used despicable means on Mount Lüliang, injured our Big Boss, and later fled wounded. General Li, I don't want to embarrass you, but the Big Boss can tolerate this, but I can't, and none of the brothers below can! If he dares to appear, we will kill him! Sorry, this makes you embarrassed, Han will come to apologize another day!"

"Brother Han, what are you saying... wait, wait, Brother Han, what I mean is, it's just revenge, why do all the brothers need to be dispatched?"

He became more and more urgent as he spoke, his face showing fierceness. But what was the use of even stern words? When Han Jing and he rushed back to the nearby barracks one after another, eighteen hundred cavalry had already gathered on the training ground. These men who came down from Mount Lüliang showed fierce looks, waving their knives and patting their saddles. Han Jing jumped on his horse: "All light cavalry—"

Around them, the generals and soldiers of the Wu Rui Army also gathered, asking what had happened. Some people proposed weapons to charge, and after familiar people simply explained the purpose of revenge, everyone shouted, "Destroy him—" "Let's go together, let's go together—"

Li Bingwen roared: "You all go back!" No one paid attention to him.

Han Jing only pacified the Wu Rui Army generals a few words, then the camp gate was pushed open, and the warhorses rushed out like a long dragon, running faster and faster, the ground shaking and roaring. The iron hooves of these nearly two thousand cavalry raised dust, sweeping south around Bianliang City—Li Bingwen was stunned, speechless, he originally wanted to call for fast horses to notify other military camp checkpoints to stop this team, but it was impossible. After the Jurchens left, this cavalry's charge outside Bianliang City was temporarily unmatched.

After that, he could only do his best to suppress the others in the Wu Rui Army who were eager to move, quickly ask someone to pass the situation into the city, and quickly inform Tong Guan…

South of Bianliang City, Ning Yi and others were rushing quickly, and nearby, guards from Bamboo Lodge were rushing in batches, they received the message and actively went to different directions. The Green Forest people, each riding good horses, were also running, each excited with red cheeks, occasionally encountering companions, and still discussing whether to join the grand event and eliminate the traitors.

Several chief constables of the Ministry of Justice led their constables out of the city from different directions. These constables were not ordinary constables; they were also mostly skilled in martial arts and used to participating in cases related to the Green Forest, cases that involved life and death, and were not comparable to ordinary local constables and lackeys. The constables rode their horses while issuing orders.

"When you encounter this group of people, first persuade them to retreat. If they dare to fight at will, then arrest them. The capital is an important place, and such illegal things cannot happen. You—especially keep an eye on Bamboo Lodge—let them know who is in charge of the capital!"

More than halfway through Shen hour (3-5 PM), the killing had already begun.

On the road and fields southwest of Zhuxian Town, occasional screams were heard, which was the reaction of nearby pedestrians when they found dead bodies. Patches of blood occasionally appeared and spread in the fields. On the edge of a wilderness, a group of people were running. The leader was a tall monk. He stopped and looked at the surrounding footprints and weeds, which contained blood.

The martial artist behind him followed up and said, "Boss Swallowing Cloud, there seem to be marks on both sides, which side should we go to?"

The monk named Swallowing Cloud raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, if you want to be famous, follow me—" After speaking, he moved like the wind, running towards one side. The others hurriedly followed.

On a hill more than two miles away from the post road, the stench of blood spread out. The carriage had stopped in front of a dangerous cliff at the top of the hill. Tian Donghan and others guarded the rear, using the terrain to resist several waves of attacks from the pursuing assassins. More Green Forest people had gathered below, but after a few charges, they were more cautious. They were waiting for more people to arrive.

"Hold it!" Hiding behind a large rock, Tian Donghan coughed out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes were firm, "When the owner comes, they will all die!"

The people nearby just nodded slightly. Having been on the battlefield, they all had the same look in their eyes!

However, as the sun set and the sunlight revealed the first sign of sunset on the horizon, Ning Yi and others were rushing quickly down the post road, approaching the small post station where they had first clashed.

Below the hill, a figure wearing a yellow monk robe appeared in Tian Donghan's sight. The figure was tall, fat, but strong, and every part of his body seemed to be accumulating power, like the manifestation of Maitreya.

"Amitabha."

In the sunlight, the Buddha's name was uttered, coming like a tidal wave.

Far and near, hundreds and thousands of people gathered in this field. The sound of iron hooves was faintly coming…

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