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In the low, roaring wind, the advancing figures traversed cliffs and mountain walls. Zou Hu, a former Han soldier serving as a scout, followed the Green Forest hero Ren Hengchong, pulling on ropes as they crossed treacherous terrain.

“If things go smoothly, the merits we earn this time will be enough to ennoble our wives and provide for our descendants for generations!”

Zou Hu recalled Ren Hengchong’s encouragement before they set out.

The skirmishes between the Black Flag Army and Jin scouts officially began on October 22nd, and today marked the end of their second month. During this time, these scouts, transferred from the Han army, suffered enormous casualties.

Fueled by various head bounties, the elite scouts initially displayed astonishing combat enthusiasm. However, they soon faced a head-on blow from the Hua Xia Army soldiers, who moved through the forests with coordinated teamwork and coolly launched one deadly attack after another.

Camouflage clothing similar to the forest, surveillance personnel stationed at various high points, the coordination and cooperation between teams, powerful crossbows that concentrated fire on the enemy, increasingly hidden landmines on the mountain paths, and even gunfire from unknown distances… Their squad tactics, specifically designed for mountainous and forested terrain, provided a harsh lesson for these elites who relied on “extraordinary individuals” and their ability to traverse mountains and ridges.

The tuition fee, however, was paid in lives.

Zou Hu’s ten-man team was considered relatively lucky among all the scout squads that were being eliminated. Because their assigned area was relatively less active, after a month, only two of the ten had died, but they had also earned very little merit.

He had two further encounters with Iron Hand Ren Hengchong, who appreciated Zou Hu’s skills and invited him to join his operations.

Ren Hengchong was considered an official favored by the Jurchens among the various scout teams. Such individuals often charged ahead, reaping rewards but also facing greater dangers. He originally led a team of over a hundred men, and had also hunted down some Black Flag Army members for their heads. His losses were significant, but an accident in early December greatly diminished his strength.

At that time, the Hua Xia Army launched a surprise raid on a rainy night. Over three hundred men gathered in the rugged mountains and attacked a temporary garrison of Jurchen soldiers on a mountain road. Perhaps due to detailed reconnaissance, they quickly eliminated the outer guard posts in the darkness and stormed into the muddy camp. The sudden attack threw the camp into chaos, almost triggering a mutiny.

On flat ground, such an attack would have resulted in widespread panic and scattering, making regrouping nearly impossible. However, the mountainous terrain prevented escape, and the Jurchens reacted quickly. Two teams rapidly blocked the front and rear exits. Although the Han soldiers in the camp suffered a massacre, they managed to hold on and drag the situation into a stalemate.

Seeing that their plan had failed, the Black Flag Army rapidly retreated into the darkness. The mountain roads were difficult to navigate, and the Jurchen commander believed it best to pursue and inflict some damage in the chaos. As they pursued, several hand grenades detonated successfully in the rain, shattering the already slippery mountain walls and causing a landslide, burying many alive.

Ren Hengchong’s group suffered the greatest losses in this accident. He had already lost some of his disciples and grandsons, and after this incident, more people lost their nerve and left. Fewer than twenty men remained. Only one of Zou Hu’s men survived.

At this time, the mountain warfare became increasingly dangerous. The surviving Han scouts had learned the Black Flag’s ruthlessness, and were hesitant to venture too far into the mountains. Some requested to leave, but the Jurchens refused, citing the congested supply routes. Superficially, this wasn't solely directed at them; mountain transport was indeed becoming increasingly difficult, and even Jurchen casualties were now being treated in camps near the front lines.

Morale was low, and retreat was impossible. The only consolation was that everyone was sticking together for now. Ren Hengchong was highly skilled in martial arts. He had previously led over a hundred men, and had been credited with killing over twenty Black Flag soldiers. Now that there were fewer men, the rewards for each head were even greater.

Ren Hengchong, however, was energetic and highly ambitious. In the following days, he incited and encouraged his men to seize another wave of riches, and recruited several experts to join him in a “grand undertaking.” He seemed to have foreseen a certain action beforehand. After December 15th, he received definite news, and on the morning of the 19th, rain began to fall in the darkness. The twenty-seven men who had been lying in wait near the front lines followed Ren Hengchong into action.

Before the action, few people knew the purpose of this trip, but Ren Hengchong was, after all, a charismatic leader. He was calm, domineering, meticulous, and decisive. Before setting off, he assured everyone that this operation, whether successful or not, would be their last. And if the operation succeeded, promotions and titles were a certainty.

Everyone knew that this was going to be a major event.

Under Ren Hengchong’s incitement, Zou Hu thought that a person’s life should always involve such a venture.

They detoured through the rugged mountains, avoiding the locations of several watchtowers. Fortunately, the weather cooperated, with continuous rain, allowing them to risk passing through areas that would normally be spotted by hot air balloons. There were several dangers during the advance. When crossing a cliff face, Zou Hu nearly fell. Ren Hengchong, who was ahead of him, reached out a hand and pulled him up.

“Be careful, let’s go back together!”

Ren Hengchong encouraged him.

The sky remained dark and overcast on this day, reaching noon, and the mountain wind howled. The group stopped near a mountain ridge. Zou Hu vaguely knew that they had bypassed the Yushui Creek killing field, and seemed to have reached the rear of the Black Flag Army's battlefield.

“Now that we’re here, the purpose of this trip can be revealed to you brothers.”

Ren Hengchong said, and everyone's hearts began to thump. The Green Forest hero pointed ahead: "Beyond this point, ahead lies the Black Flag Army’s camp for treating wounded soldiers, and nearby, there is also a prisoner-of-war camp. Today, Yushui Creek will see a great battle, and I also know that someone has been planted among the prisoners to create chaos and disorder. Our target is in this wounded soldier camp.”

As soon as he said this, someone reacted: “In that case, if both the front and rear become chaotic, we enter the wounded soldier camp, and the heads we can claim will be countless…”

Ren Hengchong laughed: “Haha, normally I might want to grab a few more heads to claim merit, but at this point, brother underestimates Ren. I have an old acquaintance with that Ning Human Butcher, and have been arranging things in the Southwest for several years. Now that we are acting, how could I care about a few heads?”

Someone’s face suddenly turned pale: "A-, assassinating Ning Human Butcher…"

As soon as he spoke, everyone’s faces changed.

Ning Yi rebelled against the emperor and started a rebellion. His name of Heart Devil and Blood Hand Human Butcher was known throughout the land. There were many discussions about him among the Green Foresters. Some said that he was not actually skilled in martial arts, but more people believed that his martial arts were long past the first in the world, and should be counted among the top two.

Fang La failed to kill him, Zhou Tong had a close relationship with him, he destroyed Liangshan, Lin Zongwu met him several times and suffered great losses, and later there was a rumor that he killed Lu Tuo with a single move of the Heaven-Turning Seal. If he hadn't killed so many people with his schemes, far more than the number killed by ordinary grandmasters, perhaps people would be more familiar with his Green Forest achievements than his act of killing the emperor.

Even though few Green Foresters had actually seen Heart Devil take action, the fact that he had foiled countless assassinations was also a reality. Now that Ren Hengchong was bringing over twenty men to kill Ning Yi, although it sounded heroic and respectable, many people had the idea of turning around and running as soon as the other party nodded.

Fortunately, in the cold rain, Ren Hengchong waved his hand: “Ning Devil is naturally cautious. Although I would also like to kill him once and for all, many people's failures are before us. Ren will not be so reckless. The purpose of this action is not Ning Yi, but a small devil from the Ning family.”

He pointed ahead: “Ning Yi’s second son, Ning Ji, is only thirteen years old this year. For several years, Ning Yi has arranged for him to help in the medical team in order to hone him. I have found out that this child is currently in the wounded soldier camp ahead, and there will not be many guards protecting him. And I bet they would not expect us to be able to cross the mountains and ridges like this, reaching directly behind them. Once the front and rear battles break out, we will all act together and capture Ning Yi’s son. This is a tremendous achievement.”

The wind roared past, the rain was still cold. As Ren Hengchong spoke to the end, word by word, everyone realized the significance of this matter. Hot blood rushed to their heads, and a cold feeling also surged into their hearts.

“This thing, this thing… we’re moving against his son, from now on, he’s going to be watching us…”

Someone said these words in a low voice, and Ren Hengchong’s eyes swept over: “Right now, this battle is a matter of life and death, brothers. If Ning Yi can really withstand this battle, do you really think there will be a way out for us in this world?”

Everyone’s faces changed. Some people’s eyes became firm, and Zou Hu gritted his teeth: “Now that things have come to this, is there any way to retreat?”

“That’s right, if the Jurchens don’t win, we won’t have a way out either.”

“The Wu Dynasty is rotten to the core, seeking its own death. The general trend of the world is like this, and it cannot be stopped in the end.”

“That’s right, twenty-eight of us, look, we haven’t been discovered, and not a single brother has been lost on the way. This is God’s will.”

After some private whispers, everyone settled their minds. They crossed the mountain ridge, avoiding the watchtowers’ line of sight and walked forward. Before long, the mountain path cut across the dim sky and entered their view. The outline of the wounded soldier camp appeared not far away.

They approached, wearing gray and black cloth pieces as camouflage. Ren Hengchong took out his binoculars and carefully observed from a hidden place. At this time, the battle at the front had been going on for nearly half a day. The rear became tense, but all the attention was focused on the battlefield. In the camp, only occasional wounded soldiers were being sent in. Many military doctors had rushed to the battlefield to work. Amidst the rising heat, Ren Hengchong found the figure he was expecting…

……

Yushui Creek battlefield, Qu Zhengyan, wearing a straw raincoat, climbed to a watchtower high on the mountain slope, raising his binoculars to observe the battlefield situation. Occasionally, his gaze crossed the gloomy sky, calculating the timing of certain things in his mind.

……

About seven miles away from Yushui Creek, near the Panshan Road, soldiers lay prone among the soaked grass and trees, concealing themselves with the help of the terrain.

Chen Tian bypassed one figure after another, climbed to the front, and snatched the binoculars from the observer's hand: "How is it?"

"No change from what we saw before. The person in the north watchtower is dozing off…"

Chen Tian quietly watched: “Although he’s a Jurchen, he seems weak… Hmph, a spoiled second-generation…”

The rain on the mountainside fell continuously. In what looked like just forests and wasteland on the hillside, people quietly waited for Chen Tian to issue the expected command.

At a certain moment, the command was passed on in whispers.

“…Prepare.”

……

The fluttering drizzle chilled to the bone. Such weather was not suitable for transporting the wounded, so only a small number of wounded soldiers were sent to the main wounded soldier camp in the rear of the battlefield.

There were not many wounded soldiers being sent in, but most of the doctors in the camp had rushed to the battlefield. Ning Ji had participated in the morning's emergency treatment, and watched as three seriously injured scouts died before his eyes.

This number was not high at the moment, but as things came to an end, the bloody smell on his body seemed to carry some remnants of the dead soldiers, making him feel depressed. He did not immediately inspect the tents where the wounded soldiers were gathered earlier. He found a deserted place and handled various bloodstained utensils used in the previous treatment, placing steel knives, sewing needles, and other items in hot water.

Before he finished washing, someone came over in a hurry. There was a tense situation at the nearby prisoner-of-war camp. The soldiers stationed there had already reacted, and the doctor who came over in a hurry came to find Ning Ji to confirm his safety.

"I am fine." Ning Ji thought for a while, "By the way, yesterday, did anyone from the prisoner-of-war camp get accidentally injured or eat the wrong things and be sent over here?"

In his brother's and the staff's plan, it was very dangerous for him to run to a place close to the front line, not only because he might not be able to escape safely after the front line collapsed, but also because if the Jurchens knew where he was, they might send some people to attack.

For example, arrange for some prisoners of war to pretend to be sick or injured after being captured, and be sent to the wounded soldier camp for treatment. At a certain moment, these sick and injured prisoners of war would launch a concentrated attack while the camp was relaxed and caught off guard. If they could capture Ning Yi's son, the enemy was likely to take similar approach.

The doctor shook his head: “There were orders earlier. We will not take care of the treatment of the prisoners of war for the time being, and in short, we cannot mix the two sides. Therefore, a few people have been stationed in the prisoner-of-war camp.”

Ning Ji nodded and was about to speak when a shout came from outside. A few more injured people had been sent from the front camp. Ning Ji was washing the equipment and said to the doctor next to him, "You go and take a look first. I will come as soon as I finish washing things."

The fact that no one had been sent from the prisoner-of-war camp made Ning Ji feel a little down. Otherwise, he could try his luck to see if there were any masters lurking among them. Ning Ji thought about this and looked out of the window of the boiler room - his brother had also said that the defense of the camp always had flaws. The place with the biggest flaw and the weakest defense was the most likely to be chosen as a breakthrough point for people to come in and cause trouble. To this end, he would look around the wounded soldier camp every morning and imagine where he would start if he were a bad guy, to come in and cause trouble.

At this time, with this glance, Ning Ji frowned in confusion.

Maybe he was wrong – he put down the window of the boiler room, turned and walked to the wooden basin for loading equipment, changed a pot of boiling water, and walked out with it.

People were walking around everywhere in the camp, but at this time, after all, there were not many people walking around in the rain in the entire wounded soldier camp. A watchtower had been replaced, and someone came down from the nearby cliff and put on white clothes. Ning Ji walked past two camp tents holding the basin of boiling water. A figure came out from the front intersection.

That person reached out.

Ning Ji’s eyebrows moved, and he also reached out: “Brother, help me hold it.”

The water basin tilted, and boiling water poured on that person’s chest.

The cold and the hot alternated on that person's body. That person seemed to have not reacted yet, but just maintained a great sense of tension and did not shout out. On that person's side, two figures had already rushed forward.

Ning Ji was only thirteen years old at this time. He ate better than most children, and his body was slightly taller than his peers, but he was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Those two figures whistled and grabbed forward, with the Gang wind coming out from between their fingers and palms. Ning Ji's left hand also stretched forward, grabbed the two fingers of the person in the front, pulled, and brought, and his body quickly retreated.

The fingers of the assassin in front were grabbed, and his body was dragged up into the air by Ning Ji, and he rotated slightly. Ning Ji's right hand drooped down, holding a steel knife used to cut meat and bones, and stabbed the person in the waist like lightning.

In this instant, the person who was poured with boiling water was still standing. Two people advanced and one retreated in front. The fingers of the assassin in front were grabbed, and his body was twisted and rotated. One hand had been directly twisted behind his back by the child in front of him, becoming a standard enemy-capturing posture with his hand pressed behind his back. The assassin in the back reached out and grabbed out, but it had already become his companion's chest.

The boy was holding a short blade in his hand, and directly bypassed it from behind, stuck to his neck, and with the boy's retreat, he pulled the knife open.

The blood of the companion spurted out, splattering the slower assassin’s head and face.

At this time, Ning Ji had already taken two steps back gently. He turned around and walked directly into the unmanned material tent in the back. In the rain in front, a figure fell.

The assassin made an emergency gesture to the back, and someone suddenly exerted force from a distance, splashing mud and water and rushing to come. Two failed assassins pounced on the tent, and a crossbow arrow shot out from the tent, and the bamboo knots in the front end of the crossbow arrow brought a sharp and piercing sound of breaking wind, soaring into the sky.

"Damn!"

The person who was poured with boiling water earlier gritted his teeth and cursed, understanding the ruthlessness of the boy he was facing this time. After all, his clothes were soaked in rain and separated by several layers. Although the boiling water was hot, it was not enough to cause great damage. It just alarmed the camp, and the time they could act might only be this instant.

If they grabbed this kid, they would still have a chance to escape!

He and his companions pounced forward to the tent in front.

"Well done!"

In the tent in front, a sword light slashed out like thunder, and before he could react, his entire arm flew into the air with blood.

Ning Ji, like a young tiger, charged out!

……

Eagle's Beak Rock.

The attacking and defending sides collided like torrents in the rain.

Climbing figures braved the wind and rain, climbing all the way from the side to the middle of Eagle's Beak Rock. Several Jurchen scouts also frantically wanted to climb up from below. Some people held up crossbow arrows, trying to make short-range shots.

The place to light the fire was in a stone crack on Eagle's Beak Rock. The fuse had been buried for several days, wrapped in special paper, and was not wetted by the rain. The person lighting the fire climbed in the wind and rain, trying repeatedly to light the fire starter.

A special soldier hung the rope on an iron hook that had been embedded in the dark, and his body swung up. He walked on the rock wall with the rope and killed the Jurchen scouts who climbed up using iron claws and other things.

The fight on the cliff wall was not conspicuous at this moment.

Eli Li just glanced in that direction, and then glanced at the valley entrance behind him, determined the degree of trouble in retreating at this time, and then stopped thinking.

"Attack—"

He gave such an order.

Glimmers of light seemed to be lit on Eagle's Beak Rock. Two special soldiers tried to climb away along the mountain wall. Jurchen scouts chased and killed them from behind, trying to force them to the ground. Eli Li waved his hand in that direction: "Kill them for me."

A small team surrounded them.

Eagle's Beak Rock stood quietly in the rain.

Mao Yishan looked in that direction. Eli Li looked at the battle line.

At a certain moment, the first muffled explosion occurred in the rock mass, followed by successive muffled sounds. Muffled firelight accompanied by smoke and dust was like drawing a crooked line on a huge rock.

At this time, the Hua Xia Army's blasting technology could not purely use brute force to completely blast open the huge stone. They used a crack that originally existed on the rock to bury explosives. After the explosion, most of the people in the valley who had not participated in the war looked in that direction. Eli Li did not turn his head, he took two deep breaths and shouted: "Attack!" The morale of the Jurchen people in front was like a rainbow!

"Forget it!" Mao Yishan waved his long knife and calmed down. At this moment, a stone crack gradually opened in the middle of the huge Eagle's Beak Rock. After a while, the giant rock slid towards the valley entrance. It first moved slowly, and then turned into a rumbling force and fell down!

The earth shook in the rain, and the boulder built a stone wall more than ten feet high with countless fragments at the entrance of the valley. The voices of the people behind could still be heard. Eli Li said, "Tell them to climb over for me!"

In the gourd-shaped valley floor, nearly a thousand of Eli Li's personal guards had gathered here.

In front, there were eight hundred Black Flags led by Mao Yishan.

Eli Li raised his long knife and walked towards the battle line: "There is no fancy in this battle."

For so many years, the Jurchens have never been afraid of war.

Mao Yishan wiped his mouth and nose.

"Kill them all!"

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