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"Fight them to the death!"

Long Hui roared, swinging his iron spear, smashing an enemy soldier in front of him to the ground. Amidst the flying flesh and blood, more soldiers from the Resentment Army surged forward.

"Kill!"

The Resentment Army's charge was like crashing into a reef in this small area. However, the tragic and valiant cries could not stem the collapse of the entire battlefield. To the east and west, large numbers of people were fleeing in all directions.

It was already impossible to distinguish whose subordinates were the first to flee. This time, the gathered forces were too mixed. On the battlefield, the banners indicated the direction of the Resentment Army's charge. The bloodbath caused by the first wave of attack had already broken the courage of many troops, and the troops around them also began to collapse and flee.

Only some small groups were still struggling to hold on in this battle. Long Hui, leading hundreds of his brothers, formed a formation. Wang Chuanrong led his men to kill horizontally towards the side of the forest. Ni Jianzhong's cavalry, including Fulu and a group of Green Forest experts, were swept up in this chaotic tide, and almost in the blink of an eye, they were dispersed.

Just like a street facing a flood, in an instant, the滔天的血浪 (tāo tiān de xuè làng - towering blood wave) engulfed everything.

"Old Chen! Old Cui!"

Amidst the surging cries of battle, people were like the tide. Long Hui was squeezed into the crowd by his personal guards and brothers, his eyes bloodshot as he looked around. The collapse, as always, happened too quickly. However, when such a collapse occurred, he had already realized many things in his heart.

"...Break out! Notify Xia Village, don't come out!"

"Senior Fulu!"

"We have lost, death is all that remains!"

"Everyone, don't be exploited!"

"Notify them, don't come out!"

Above the battlefield, rumbling cavalry galloped in circles, surrounding the most conspicuous military formation led by Long Hui. As the elite of the Resentment Army, Guo Yaoshi had not let them dismount and fight on foot in the past few days, nor participate in the battle to attack Xia Village. In the tragic casualties of the other troops of the army, these people at most drew their bows and fired arrows, but they had always held their breath. In a sense, their morale had also been eroded by the tragic deaths of their comrades. Only at this time did this elite cavalry finally exert its power.

The vast expanse of white snow was already covered with chaotic figures. Long Hui fought fiercely while shouting loudly. Few people could hear his shouts. An old man named Fulu rode his warhorse, wielding two sabers, and tried to advance with all his might. However, for every step he took forward, his warhorse was forced back three steps, gradually being swept away to the side. At this time, only a small cavalry team, led by Ni Jianzhong of Taiyuan, heard Long Hui's shouts and struggled to break through towards the front on this violent battlefield...

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"What's going on..."

It was past noon, and the gloomy sky had not cleared. In Xia Village, troops were occasionally mobilized and moved. Ning Yi and others stood on the platform, puzzled by the changes in the Resentment Army's camp.

"...A battle occurred in the direction of Xiaoling behind the Resentment Army..."

"...Someone may be raiding the camp..."

"...Guo Yaoshi is dividing his troops..."

Disorderly speculations and estimations occasionally came from the staff. There were also experienced scouts and Green Forest people in the army who said they heard the vibration of troops moving on the ground, but no one could be sure whether reinforcements had really arrived or whether it was a trick used by Guo Yaoshi.

It was possible that the minefield last night had given Guo Yaoshi a great shock, causing him to stop there. After stopping, no one could predict in advance what attack strategy he would choose.

It would not be surprising if Guo Yaoshi deliberately pretended that reinforcements had arrived to lure them out.

"Who would dare to come here outside Bianliang City, fighting like this? Do you take me for a fool!"

The vague movements had been going on for a long time in unseen places, and the oppressive atmosphere had continued. The people behind the wooden wall occasionally looked up into the distance, and the soldiers had begun to whisper to each other. In the afternoon, Ning Yi, Qin Shaoqian, and others couldn't help but say a few sarcastic remarks.

The war had reached a critical point, and everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit. Such silence either meant that the enemy was brewing some bad idea or that a storm was brewing. Optimism or pessimism was impossible, only ease. In the initial propaganda, Ning Yi said: "The enemy we face is a group of the strongest enemies in the world. When you feel you can't take it anymore, you have to grit your teeth and hold on longer than anyone else." Because of such repeated emphasis, the soldiers of Xia Village were able to keep their spirits up and persevere to this point.

At this time, the flames had already burned the ground and the walls once. The entire camp was surrounded by a bloody smell, and even a faint smell of decay. The winter cold could not drive away the頹喪 (tuí sàng - decadence) and disgusting smell. Piles of soldiers huddled behind the camp walls, where they could avoid arrows, holding their swords and spears. The patrols occasionally rubbed their hands, and their eyes also showed undisguised fatigue.

Whatever the silence of the Resentment Army meant, once the silence ended, they would inevitably face greater pressure and the threat of life and death.

And the only thing they could expect was that when both sides were stretched to the limit, the other side would eventually collapse in order to preserve their strength.

"If it were the Western Army, it would not be impossible to come to our aid at this time." On the platform above, Qin Shaoqian poked at the fire with a firewood stick. "At this time, the only forces in this area that can still fight are probably those under Little Lord Zhong."

"Little Lord Zhong may not come to support us." Vice General He Zhicheng said.

"Then if it were me, I would send a team to impersonate the Western Army and attack from the flank of their camp, to lure us out..." Ning Yi tilted his head and said boredly.

"In any case, it is impossible to take the initiative to attack at this time..." Han Jing said. As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier suddenly rushed over: "Situation! Situation!"

Qin Shaoqian took the binoculars, and the soldier in charge of observation pointed to one end of the Resentment Army's camp: "There! There! Someone seems to be attacking the Resentment Army's camp."

Everyone looked at Ning Yi. Ning Yi frowned, then stood up and looked over there with a pair of binoculars. These single-tube telescopes were handmade, and not many of them were really useful. He looked at them and handed them to others. In the distance, there was indeed some commotion at the rear of the Resentment Army's camp.

"Old Guo is as treacherous as Li Heng!" Someone smiled and looked at Ning Yi.

However, most people were still frowning: "What do we do?"

"Real or fake?"

Ning Yi looked at Qin Shaoqian, Yue Fei, and others. Yue Fei cupped his hands: "This subordinate believes that even if it is real, we can only observe at this time."

Qin Shaoqian put down the binoculars and nodded after a long time: "If it is the Western Army, even if they fight Guo Yaoshi for a day or two, they would not collapse. If it is other troops... if there really are other people coming, what is the use of going out at this time..."

Near the camp wall, many soldiers also noticed the disturbance in the Resentment Army's camp. They stuck their heads out, looking at the situation on the snowy ridge, waiting for changes with doubt and silence.

On the snowy ridge, a total of twenty-six riders charged towards the Resentment Army's defense line, having fought their way here. They were covered in blood. A man named Ni Jianzhong had his abdomen cut open. He held a long spear,捂着肚子 (wù zhe dùzi - clutching his stomach), preventing his intestines from falling out.

The scene before him was a一片血红 (piàn xiě hóng - sea of red).

The soldiers of the Resentment Army came forward.

"Kill!" He said his last words.

The charge of these twenty-six riders dragged a tragic blood path more than ten zhang long on the snow. Within sight of the edge of Xia Village, the bodies of people, the bodies of warhorses... they all remained here...

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Similarly, in Bianliang City, this was the most critical day.

Jurchen soldiers broke into the city twice.

In the afternoon, Shishi was carrying a basin of bloodstained water, walking out quickly. The fatigue was still缠绕在她的身上 (chán rào zài tā de shēn shàng -缠绕 - entwined / lingered around her), but she was already able to skillfully avoid the wounded or the running crowds around her.

"Sister Shishi..."

Someone suddenly came over and reached out to pull her. She dodged instinctively, but the other person blocked her in front, almost bumping into her. When she looked up, it was He Leier, carrying a small package.

"You..."

At that moment, Shishi almost had a错乱感 (cuò luàn gǎn - sense of displacement), He Leier's attire should not have appeared in the military camp. But in any case, she had indeed come looking for her.

Although she also came from a brothel, Shishi still felt that He Leier's arrival was "乱来" (luàn lái - messing around). She walked forward carrying the basin of water: "Leier, what are you doing here..."

He Leier quickly followed behind: "Sister Shishi, I'm here to find him... Have you seen him..."

"Him..." Shishi rushed out of the tent, poured out the bloodstained water, and went to fetch new hot water. At the same time, a doctor came over to tell her a few words, and He Leier followed her, looking distraught.

"I don't know where he is! Leier, even if you took his waist tag, you shouldn't have run in here at this time. Do you know how dangerous it is here... I don't know where he is, you leave quickly!"

The noisy and desolate cries of the wounded soldiers filled her ears. Shishi didn't have time to pay attention to He Leier for a while, only vaguely remembering saying a few words like that to her. Soon after, she was surrounded by fatigue and busyness again. It was all blood, blood, blood, severed limbs, dead people, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing...

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Evening was approaching.

Ning Yi and others stood on the watchtower, watching the Resentment Army drive the prisoners into the military camp.

Several flagpoles were erected in front of the Resentment Army's camp. Several naked figures were tied to them. One person in the center had already lost an arm, but it seemed that a few people still had breath for the time being.

Some Resentment Army soldiers whipped the people below, beating them until they were bloody. Loud-mouthed members of the Resentment Army shouted towards Xia Village, telling them the fact that the reinforcements had been completely defeated.

"The one in the middle is Long Hui..."

Someone stood beside Ning Yi, Qin Shaoqian, and others, pointing outward.

"I didn't expect... someone really came..." Qin Shaoqian said in a low voice. He held the horizontal bar in front of the watchtower with both hands, creaking.

Distant mountains, nearby walls, the white snowy ridge, the black and white gray landscape, the distant and quiet Yellow River, in Xia Village, people looked out through the camp walls. Everyone was silent in the face of this scene. There were probably more than a thousand prisoners. The scene was extremely desolate. Their generals were the few hanging in front of the camp. In this weather, being stripped naked and hung here, they would soon die. The constant whipping below was just to increase the tragedy of the situation. There was no doubt that these thousand or so prisoners would soon be driven to attack the city.

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On the snow-covered plain more than ten miles away from Xia Village.

The horse was dead.

The old man walked through the snow. One of his arms was bleeding and trembling.

All along the way ahead were large numbers of dead people. Fresh blood stained the originally white wilderness red. The further he went, the more dead people there were.

Finally, he arrived at the place where he had fought the Resentment Army earlier. In the mountains and snow valleys, corpses were laid out everywhere. There were no living people. Even if there were severely wounded, they had already been frozen to death here. They were left here forever.

"Ah..."

The old man opened his mouth, and meaningless sounds came from his throat, tragic and desolate. The troops without血性 (xiě xìng - courage and spirit) could not defeat the enemy. When they had blood, it seemed that they could see a glimmer of dawn, but it was still so cold and weak. And the most ironic thing was that he had not died in the end...

Heavens... what exactly needs to happen to turn this situation around...

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In Bianliang City, it was already dark, and the fierce fighting had not stopped.

The city wall was broken. Shishi ran in the light and shadow of the bonfires, carrying a herbal medicine pack, preparing to seek refuge. All around were the sounds of fighting and killing.

"Sister Shishi..." A faint voice came from the side, but the voice became louder. Someone ran over to pull her hand. Shishi turned her body.

He Leier.

She was still wearing the gaudy clothes that did not match the battlefield at all. She did not know why no one had driven her out by this time. Perhaps it was because the battle was too fierce and the battlefield was too chaotic. But in any case, her face was much more憔悴 (qiáo cuì - haggard).

"You..." Shishi was slightly stunned, then her eyes suddenly sharpened, "Leave quickly!"

She frowned, turned around and walked away. He Leier followed, trying to grab her arm: "Sister Shishi... what's wrong... what's wrong... Sister Shishi, I haven't seen him yet!"

"You won't see him! If you stop here again, you won't see him! He Leier, don't you know what's going on now! Don't you know what you're doing - here! People are dying here! Do you know what dying is! You only know about your great general! He will take you away, right! Don't you think - "

Amidst the entanglement, Shishi had no choice but to run with her hand. However, after a while, He Leier's hand sank. Shishi pulled her hard: "Are you going or not!"

They took a few more steps, and He Leier might have been saying: "No..." When Shishi looked back at her, He Leier fell to the ground.

An arrow shot from the side, piercing her lower abdomen, and blood was flowing out. He Leier seemed to be frightened. She touched the blood with one hand: "Sister Shishi, Sister Shishi..."

She fell to the ground.

Shishi had seen all kinds of injuries in these days, and almost instinctively she squatted down, reached out to touch the wound, what she said before, she didn't feel anything now: "You, you lie down, it's okay, it doesn't have to be..." She reached out to tear the other person's clothes, and then found scissors from her arms, calmly speaking.

"Sister Shishi, no... I'm not..."

"Don't think about anything else, Leier..."

"I want to find him, I want to see him again, does he not like me anymore..."

"Leier! Don't think so much, Xue Changgong is still..."

"I have a child..."

"I'll try to stop the bleeding for you first..."

When she said this, her mind buzzed and she turned to look at He Leier: "What?" At that moment, the thoughts in Shishi's mind were chaotic. The first thing she thought of was "whose child is it", but even in Fanlou, non-courtesans would not casually receive guests, and even if they did, there were enough ways to prevent themselves from getting pregnant. More things crashed into her mind at this time, making it difficult for her to digest.

"It's his child, I want to have his child, it's really his..." He Leier smiled, "Sister Shishi, I'll only tell you, don't tell him..."

On the battlefield, in a chaotic situation, the capital had been in a tense situation for several months. Soldiers suddenly became popular. For a couple like He Leier and Xue Changgong, it should have been said that they were勾搭在一起 (gōu da zài yī qǐ - got together) because of the current situation. That's how it should have been. Shishi knew this very well. This stupid woman, who did not know the times, did not know the importance, dared to come over with pastries in such a battle, was it brave or stupid?

At that moment, she didn't understand anything. When He Leier found her in Fanlou earlier and talked about this, she thought, "If you want to find him, go to the battlefield." But she said: "I have his child..."

She had a child, but he didn't come to see her. She wanted to go to the battlefield to find him, but she already had a child. She wanted her to help find him, but she said: "Go yourself."

So she came...

Sister Shishi, I'll only tell you, don't tell him...

The blood flowing from her abdomen stuck to her hands.

Her thoughts seemed to be stuck.

Shishi had been helping in such a battlefield for many days. She had seen all kinds of tragic deaths, heard the screams of many wounded soldiers. She had adapted to all of this. Even when Cen Jiqing's hands were cut off, such a tragedy appeared in front of her, she could calmly bandage and treat him, and then bring him back to Fanlou for treatment. But at this moment, something finally涌上来 (yǒng shàng lái - surged up), and it could not be contained.

"Ah..."

She knelt there, opened her mouth wide, and made a crying sound. After so long, the sadness that had been accumulated in her heart for so many days finally could not be suppressed and was released.

"Ah!"

Not far away, Xue Changgong, holding a long saber, was leading a small number of subordinates over. He glanced in this direction, then took two steps towards this side. He recognized the floral dress on the ground. He could also recognize the woman kneeling next to her and crying loudly. His gaze, Li Shishi's gaze, crossed for a moment.

He took a step forward, stopped, took a step back and stopped again, then turned around, held the saber with both hands, and led a small number of subordinates, shouting and rushing towards the Jurchens who had invaded in the distance.

The light of the flames, the smell of blood, the fighting, the shouting... everything continued.

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At the same time, the Western Army led by Zhong Shizhong was crossing mountains and ridges, rushing towards the direction of Bianliang City!

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