Snow began to fall again. Apart from the occasional cold wind swirling the snowflakes, the vast plains near Bianliang City were filled with silence and desolation.

One battle after another, one bloodshed after another, the millions of people who originally inhabited this land had all migrated. Abandoned and dilapidated villages and towns exuded an eerie and desolate atmosphere in the snowy twilight. Birds had long flown away. In the mountains and forests, a few animals scurried through the snow. A squirrel held its hazelnut, standing at the edge of the forest, watching the land that once belonged to humans. In these months, those who had fallen on this land had long turned to cold bones.

Wolves appeared occasionally.

Only in rare cases did solitary horse teams travel through the white expanse, going from one place to another, carrying out their missions.

In less than half a year, this place had become a forbidden zone for the living.

Muo Tuo Gang was ten miles away from the defenses of Bianliang City, and the road from this area to Bianliang City was still ruled by the breath of humans. In the early morning, a loud "bang" echoed on the ice near Muo Tuo Gang.

A team of Jurchen strongmen, wielding iron balls or large hammers bound with chains, smashed the ice surface near the camp, scattering white ice mist.

This area, where the Jurchens had set up camp, was originally the Wu Dynasty's horse pasture. Muo Tuo Gang was surrounded by water on three sides, with lush pastures, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack once the openings were blocked. However, when winter truly arrived, the surrounding lakes began to freeze. Especially on snowy days, the ice surface thickened, and the three directions that were originally lakes were now completely connected to the land.

After Yao Pingzhong's night raid plan failed, few dared to launch a real attack on the Jurchen camp. However, after the freezing, the Jurchen soldiers at Muo Tuo Gang had the added task of smashing open the edge of the ice and patrolling the area. Every morning, after the strongmen smashed open the edge of the lake, the patrolling soldiers would move back and forth in teams of three.

The heavy snow made it difficult to distinguish between morning and noon. All that was known was that it had been daylight for a long time. The patrolling soldiers came and went, occasionally looking at the smooth, vast expanse of ice and snow in front of them. Everything seemed monotonous, with only the occasional sound of activity from the military camp filtering over the tall wooden walls. As the patrol team passed by, one of the Jurchen soldiers paused and turned his head to look at the lake.

Snow fell.

He looked at it for a few moments, then caught up with his two companions ahead.

The camera panned to the ice surface several hundred meters away, where there were white objects. These were two figures lying on the ice and snow, wearing white clothes that were difficult to distinguish in the snowy environment. One of them put down a tube-like object, even silently using a hand to shield the front end of the tube.

After the three in the distance left, they raised the crude, long tube-like telescope again. The person next to him took out a small notebook and a charcoal pencil, his hand shaking as he wrote numbers on it.

"Another one hundred and twenty-five breaths... Three patrolmen passed... Total time..."

Without accurate timing tools, they could only roughly estimate the time. In such snowy weather, prolonged lurking was a huge burden for both of them. They lay there quietly watching and recording, only occasionally moving their bodies slightly. When they were hungry, they would pull out warmed jerky from their clothes and chew it slowly, trying to avoid movement.

Sometimes, when gyrfalcons crossed the heavy snow and flew into the sky, that was the most difficult time for them.

At dusk, someone quietly came to replace them.

The two of them quietly retreated from the lake surface, carefully covering their tracks. They entered a small forest at the edge of Muo Tuo Gang and then walked silently. The temporary residence and rendezvous point was a cave in the mountains. Someone came to take what they had recorded, talked briefly, and brought some supplies. As he left, he routinely instructed, "Don't light a fire unless necessary."

The fried rice and meat strips that the other party brought were already cold. But he took out a small iron pot wrapped in layers from his arms. The meat soup inside was still warm. He divided it between the two of them to drink quickly, and then gave them another round of instructions.

When carrying out this kind of mission, the clothes they wore were warm enough. One of them was a teenager in his teens named Chen Hai, and the other was a middle-aged man in his forties named Zheng. Chen Hai called him Uncle Zheng.

"Uncle Zheng, do you think it will be useful for us to record these things every day?"

"Go to sleep early." Uncle Zheng spoke little and his voice was not loud. "How would I know."

"The Jurchens are too cruel..."

After Chen Hai said this, he didn't say anything more.

The reconnaissance team was put together by Ning Yi, selecting people during the scorched earth policy and after the Wu Dynasty army was dispersed. Some were talents that Bamboo Records had previously cultivated, some were hunters, and some were those who were skilled in wilderness survival or had extraordinary talents. Chen Hai had been healthy since he was a child, lively and active. He was known to be able to walk naked in the snow in the dead of winter. When the Jurchens came, his village couldn't escape the first wave of slaughter. His parents died under the butcher's knife. He was lucky enough to survive, and later, Ning Yi absorbed him into the team.

The next morning, they woke up, ate the cold, hard food, and went to take over their shift.

The snow was heavy at times and light at others. After returning to receive new orders, they would slightly change their location. They vaguely knew that they were not the only group responsible for scouting the Jurchen camp.

The person who contacted them should be an official - at least he should be an official. The meat soup that he brought every day warmed in his arms made Chen Hai feel warmth, because he vaguely knew that perhaps no other official could do such a thing.

He had not known Uncle Zheng for long. Although Uncle Zheng was relatively taciturn, he must have been a skilled hunter in the past. He would occasionally give him a few tips on hiding and hunting. After several days of lurking in such a harsh environment, with only one companion by his side, he would unconsciously regard the other party as his only friend, or relative, or elder in the world.

That day was November 20th.

That noon, they quietly changed their position during their observation. After snowing for so long, the ice on the lake was actually quite solid. Chen Hai occasionally reached out and tapped it, and nothing would happen. This day, they probably encountered a relatively thin spot.

They had been lying in that area all morning. As the patrolling soldiers walked past the lakeshore in their field of vision, Uncle Zheng was holding the telescope and observing. A subtle sound came from beneath him.

Both of them froze, slowly looking down. Uncle Zheng reached out and brushed away the snow. Thin cracks extended from beneath him.

Both of them knew that they couldn't mess around at this time. Uncle Zheng, already taciturn by nature, waved slightly, signaling Chen Hai to move to the side, while he moved to the other side.

The ice broke.

Uncle Zheng fell into the water, came up again, and splashed slightly twice. In the distance, the patrolmen were still walking past. Chen Hai, who hadn't fallen in, carefully reached out his hand. As Uncle Zheng grabbed his hand and exerted force, thin cracks began to appear beneath Chen Hai. Realizing something, he let go of his hand. He subconsciously turned his head towards the Jurchen military camp. He probably couldn't see anyone after falling into the water, but he had stopped splashing and making noise.

In the wind and snow, there was the faint sound of Jurchens talking. They were also looking this way, but because they were too far away and the wind and snow blocked their view, they couldn't see that a hole had appeared here.

Although he was in his forties, in the definition of the Wu Dynasty, Uncle Zheng was actually already an old man. Chen Hai lay on the side, desperately reaching out his hand.

"Give me your hand, you can get up..." he said in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

The old man in the lake trembled and took off the telescope from his neck. He reached out his hand and gently placed the telescope on the ice. Then he unwrapped the small package behind him - Uncle Zheng always carried this small package with him, it seemed to be all his possessions - he wanted to pass the small package over, but halfway through, the package fell into the water.

"..." Chen Hai opened his mouth wide, desperately opening his mouth. He was already crying, tears blurring his vision. However, he couldn't make any sound. Two months ago, when the Jurchens came to their village, they killed his father. His mother hid him in the woodpile. He heard a lot of movements and sounds. The last thing he heard was his mother's short scream. After surviving, he came out of the woodpile. His mother was dead outside the woodshed door, half of her body covered in black mud, without clothes, red blood and black mud wrapped half of her body. He cried like this in the woodpile.

He vaguely knew what was happening outside, but he didn't dare to go out. His mother never cried or called for help, only let out that scream when she was finally killed. He sat next to his mother's corpse, crying with his mouth wide open, a fist could fit inside, but no sound came out.

Some people, when they are extremely sad, cannot cry out loud.

In his blurred vision, the old man's outstretched hand did not retract. He used his last strength to give him a thumbs up, shaking it slightly in the air.

The sound of the Jurchen military camp building equipment came out, and several patrolling soldiers left.

The old man had already sunk. Chen Hai knew that when his body floated up again, the cold weather would have sealed the hole. This winter, the old man would never see this world again...

That night, the official who brought him the meat soup took him back to Xia Village Valley. The valley was lively, everyone was doing their thing. He was arranged in a small room, and someone brought him food, but he couldn't eat it. Soon after, someone came again to ask him for the details of Uncle Zheng's death. He repeated it mechanically. The other party said, "Someone else will come later, please trouble brother Chen to say it again. They will record the matter."

"Record... what..." Chen Hai asked mechanically.

"Record... Uncle Zheng's story, to tell to others in the future."

"Why... tell it to others?"

"Because..." The other party considered for a moment. Suddenly someone knocked on the door, seemingly to report that something had happened. The person listened to the report, nodded, and came back, "In order to... let others commemorate him..."

"He's already dead..." Chen Hai shook his head.

"Yes, brother Chen, I know you are very sad, and we are also very sad. But, I have things to do here. The person who comes will explain it to you."

"What's there to be sad about, you don't even know him, you don't even know him!" Chen Hai choked out.

The other person's eyes seemed a little embarrassed, but finally left. After a while, someone else came in. Chen Hai wanted to lose his temper, but he saw that the person who came behind was the person named Ning Yi. Chen Hai knew that this was a high-ranking official.

The person who came in front prepared the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. The high-ranking official named Ning Yi and his attendants were waved away by him. The high-ranking official looked at him for a while before sitting down next to him.

"I heard about Uncle Zheng's matter from someone, I came to see you."

Chen Hai shook his head, not saying a word.

The other person said, "He will ask you for more detailed things, we will record them and let people remember him." This cliché made Chen Hai angry. He bit his teeth and stared at the other person: "Uncle Zheng, who is he? Where is he from? The package he gave me before he died, he definitely, definitely wanted me to hand it over. Now who do I hand it over to!"

"That's for you," the other person said. "Zheng Yiquan, like you, all his family members are already dead. His wife passed away five years ago, his son, daughter-in-law, and two grandchildren, when the Jurchens came..."

The other party shook his head and sighed deeply: "...Huff. So, no matter what's in the package, it should be for you."

Chen Hai was stunned for a long time, tears falling down, more anger surging up: "Just because of this, just because of this, you... you chose us, right? Just because of this, you chose us to die, right? Do you know how my family members died? How my father died, how my mother died..."

"I know everything." Before Chen Hai could finish crying, the other person interrupted him, "That's why we chose you... Of course, not all of them, but a large part of them."

Chen Hai was trembling with anger: "You people, hiding behind, you people..."

"I am sending you to the most dangerous place, but I am not 'hiding' behind." Ning Yi emphasized, unbuttoning his clothes and revealing the scars on his chest and arms, then walking to the person preparing to write things down and pressing his head to the side, "They are not hiding behind either!" The side of that person's neck was also a shocking scar.

"Some people are indeed hiding, but the people in this place today are not 'behind'." Ning Yi looked at him and said, "I know what happened to you, I've seen many people die. To be honest, the reason we chose you to go to that kind of place is because you have hatred in your hearts, you can only do those things if you do, even when you die, you will think about not letting those guys go, that's why I chose you, but there's no way, only in this way can things be done. If I send someone over casually, they won't be careful enough, they will be caught by the Jurchens, not firm enough, our affairs will be exposed little by little, and in the end, everyone will die, and the Jurchens will break through Bianliang and kill more people, will I be fair to you then?"

"But... he's already dead..."

"The continuation of civilization is not based on blood ties." Ning Yi said in a low voice, something he didn't quite understand, "When the Jurchens came, many people died, many entire clans disappeared. Zheng Yiquan's bloodline did not remain, but when he died, you were next to him, you passed him on. The Jurchens killed so many people on this road, some of their stories remain, so that later generations will know that there was a group of such people, who lived, died, and civilization was passed on. People cannot be brought back to life, if there is really no way, when they die, try to pass on the story as much as possible."

He looked at Chen Hai, Chen Hai didn't speak anymore. After a long while, he raised his head, took a breath, and sat down on the stool behind him, just opening his mouth, crying silently, painfully. Ning Yi closed his eyes and stood for a moment, then walked over, tapping on the small table as he passed the recorder: "What has already been said, don't ask too much anymore... It's hard enough..."

That night, Chen Hai saw the old man's thumbs up in his dream. He woke up from his dream and opened his eyes on the warm bed that he hadn't slept on for a long time, unable to fall asleep. Thinking of the figures he saw in Muo Tuo Gang, he knew that countless people would die, and everything was just beginning.

Pushing open the window, the snow had temporarily stopped. He thought of the old man, then of his parents, and then of the people in the village, the people who had died on this plain in the past few months. The old man was quietly at the bottom of the lake. They all seemed to be standing quietly somewhere, the snow spreading boundlessly from the valley to the surrounding world, and their figures also seemed to be spreading around, there were really too many of them...

The moonlight in the night sky was like water. The moonlight was like water, shining on countless black robes.

He found that he could no longer sleep peacefully on that bed. The next day, he went back to Muo Tuo Gang. Before reaching the lake, a soaring murderous aura came from the Jurchen camp...

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The time was noon, Xin Suanzao Gate. The old man walked onto the city wall, surrounded by running defenders.

People carrying buckets of water were pouring water onto the outer walls in batches, then going down, repeatedly. The soldiers had already raised their shields and prepared the yacha mallets, rolling logs, and rocks to defend the city. Countless preparations for defending the city stretched out on the city walls.

On top of the city, the wind was extremely cold. However, at this time, the cold was no longer something to worry about. Qin Si Yuan walked towards the center of the city tower not far away. The same two old men had already arrived there. The leader was Li Gang, and the other was Zhong Shidao from the Western Army. Zhong Shidao had not recovered from his serious illness, but at this time, he could only struggle to support himself.

Looking out, that was the camp where the Jurchens were stationed when attacking the city - during this period, some siege projectile weapons were placed there, but not many. However, at this time, the atmosphere on that position had begun to change.

More siege weapons and a large army had not yet arrived, but the scouts outside the city had already received news that the Jurchens' general attack was imminent.

The people in the city all knew about the Jurchens burying their heads in hard work to build equipment during this period. Zhong Shidao had considered a strategy of taking the initiative to attack while he was ill. However, after the Yao Pingzhong incident, no one dared to take on such a plan again. Moreover, the 30,000 Zhong family army brought by Zhong Shidao's cousin, Zhong Shizhong, had also suffered a defeat on the plains outside Bianliang City not long ago, and was now shrinking nearby to reorganize its defenses.

When the Western Army first arrived, people had high expectations for the Western Army's combat power, feeling that the Western Army would be able to turn the tide. Yao Pingzhong's failure shattered this expectation. People could continue to expect Zhong Shidao. However, under such expectations, when Zhong Shizhong led his army to arrive, Zhong Shidao could not unilaterally keep him from moving. As a result, after the two sides engaged in a battle, the Zhong family army also returned defeated. Although Zhong Shizhong managed to retain more than 20,000 troops, at least the high-level people had completely understood that even the strongest Western Army of the Wu Dynasty was really hard to say that it could win against the Jurchen iron cavalry that was running rampant in the world at this time.

In fact, perhaps only Zhong Shidao himself clearly saw this at the beginning. After he arrived in the capital, he held back the Yao family army and had been preventing the army from attacking rashly, only hoping that his subordinates and all the king-defending troops would meet up, so that they could scare Wanyan Zongwang and make him retreat, or concentrate all their forces to fight him. Unfortunately, his prestige was too high when he entered the city, Zhou Zhe couldn't stand it, and eventually placed him under house arrest, and then agreed to Yao Pingzhong's plan. By the time Zhong Shidao was released later, 200,000 troops had collapsed, and this old man, who was still sober despite being ill, could no longer save the situation.

At this time, in Bianliang City, with the entire court gathered, there were still quite a few people who really knew the army. However, the Ministry of War, starting with the highest-ranking Tong Guan, upon seeing the Jurchens' momentum, did not dare to take on the responsibility of defending the city at all, only saying that he had retreated from Taiyuan and that his position as a criminal could not convince the public. This kind of vision proved his "knowledge of the army". If he didn't take it, others would understand, and the few qualified people didn't dare to take it again.

And the emperor's silent attitude during this period made the left and right prime ministers firmly grasp the power, but in fact, what they got was probably everyone's wait-and-see attitude. In the end, the two prime ministers only had the power to appoint mid-level officers at will. In this way, their tactical application of defending the city could only be regular and could not play out too many risky things.

In short, they could only defend.

The wind blew, and the three old men, all over sixty years old, stood in the wind and snow, waiting for Zongwang's army to arrive. Only Qin Si Yuan, after a long period of solemnity, gradually smiled. The laughter was bold, which was not in line with his consistent image. But Li Gang gradually laughed, and then Zhong Shidao also laughed.

"Today, with the three of us here, facing this matter, we should drink a big cup!" Li Gang said with a smile.

In the distance, the banners of Zongwang's army arrived.

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Xia Village Valley. The news had already spread.

In the room, Hong Ti and Juan'er were sewing some linings for clothing. In the open space outside the door, Qin Shaoqian, Han Jing, Yue Fei, Qi Xinyong, Yuwen Feidu, and many others were gathered here, watching a young man named Xiao Hei put on those things.

When the armor made of iron and steel pieces was completely worn on his body, the young man almost turned into a walking iron helmet.

The young man had worn this before. When he swept out with a punch, the snowflakes dancing in the air whistled and rotated. Behind him, a war horse wearing iron armor neighed softly, and behind it, more than a hundred iron-armored heavy cavalry were all dressing.

"It's okay." Ning Yi said in a low voice. Not far away, Qin Shaoqian stroked the iron armor on the war horse, shaking his head and sighing.

Putting on the helmet and holding the Guan Dao, the young man flipped onto the horse with a bang.

Soon after, the valley was in motion. As evening approached, everyone gathered up and down the entire valley. Piles of bonfires spread out. Ning Yi and Qin Shaoqian, along with all the generals, appeared on the high platform above the valley. Qin Shaoqian raised his glass to the people in the entire valley. Then, from left to right, slowly poured it down.

"Today, this cup is offered to this heaven and earth, to the gods and ghosts, to the dead, and to you and me who are here. Zongwang has officially sent troops to attack Bianliang today, everyone, the time is coming..."

The bonfires were roaring, and the valley was full of murderous intent. Everyone was listening to his words in silence.

The wind and snow in the sky seemed afraid to approach here for a moment...

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Taiyuan.

Late at night, Qin Shaohe, who was ill, woke up from his sleep. In the dimly lit room, his concubine was sleeping by the bed. He opened his eyes for a long time, and only when he couldn't help coughing did he wake the other party.

"Master, you're awake, do you want to drink water?" the concubine asked, and then said, "The city defense is fine, don't worry."

"I had a dream. I dreamed of my father." He said weakly.

"Your father-in-law is in Bianliang, which is better than here, don't worry."

"Yeah." Qin Shaohe nodded slightly, then he smiled and said:

"Zhan Mei, I think, I may not see my father again..."

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The snow sea spread, day and night came and went. On the morning of November 22nd, the morning arrived.

This morning in Bianliang City was particularly quiet. Apart from the falling snow, it seemed that everyone had not woken up. Fan Lou's carriage passed through the quiet streets and alleys, and arrived near the city wall when the sky was just slightly white. Shi Shi got off the carriage. She often came here to help recently, but this time, the atmosphere in the military camp was a little different.

Before she could distinguish the change in the atmosphere, the sound of bugles came faintly and abruptly through the huge wall in the distance. Huge objects were passing through the sky. With a muffled bang, in the slightly bright sky and falling snow, it seemed that a wind suddenly passed by. Shi Shi's body shrank, she felt the ground moving, someone shouted "Ah" in the distance -

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