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In this spring of Jianshuo 10th year, the light in Jin Prefecture always seemed dim. The rain and snow had stopped, but sunny days were rare. The curtain of war had been raised and then paused slightly, and everywhere were scenes of war and chaos.

Desolate cities, shattered cities, displaced refugees, and an army of millions caused chaos everywhere. Interspersed in this chaotic scene were occasional traces of the Spring Festival - such is humanity, that even in the most difficult of years, when the Spring Festival arrives, there are always those who try their best to put up couplets in front of their doors, buy a pair of door gods, and hope for peace in the coming year.

It was still early, near a small mountain village, soldiers began to sharpen their knives, packhorses were fed and watered, and loaded with their burdens. Black banners fluttered on one side of the camp. Before long, the soldiers gathered, their faces grim.

Then the army set off silently.

Near the small mountain village, the roads and mountains were covered in a thick layer of snow. The army moved through the snow, not quickly, but without complaint. Before long, the army, like a long dragon, disappeared into the snow-covered mountains.

The destination had long been set, and rations had been prepared. That night, an army of tens of thousands rested in the snow-covered mountains without making a fire, and the next day they broke camp and continued to advance.

In the Jurchen army camps, there were also festive scenes of the New Year. In a camp south of Wozhou, Jurchen soldiers put on their overcoats and felt hats, gathered with shouts to each other, and then set out from the camp to advance south. Scouts had already been sent out, and the next day, small-scale skirmishes broke out on the army's route. Soon, the scouts hurried back.

Shu Lie Su rode his horse up the mountain ridge, pulled out his binoculars, and on the other side of the snow-white mountains, an army began to turn, and in a moment, black military flags were raised.

The Jurchen army advanced straight toward the other side, forming a battle formation. The other side stopped, and then the Jurchen army also slowly stopped. The two armies confronted each other for a moment, the black flags slowly retreated, and Shu Lie Su also retreated. Soon, both armies disappeared without a trace in the direction they had come from, and only the scouts who had been sent out to monitor the other army reduced the intensity of the friction after nearly two hours.

…

This was a small interlude that occurred by chance in the battle of Jin Prefecture. After the matter passed, it got dark and then gradually light again. After several such cycles, the snow-covered earth still did not change its appearance. A hundred miles southwest, across numerous mountains, small cloth packages appeared on the white ground, undulating endlessly, as if without end.

This was a military camp of unknown size, and soldiers' figures appeared within it. Our view sweeps forward, and a sound rises. The sound of drums, and then someone, no one knows who, utters a sonorous shout in this snow-covered land, a voice that is old, vigorous, and full of cadence.

"...Weeds~ so vast, white poplars~ also rustling!

Severe frost! In the ninth month! Sending me, to the distant suburbs--"

The voice was shouting Tao Yuanming's "Dirge," originally used for the dead, but the Jin accent was generous and tragic. At this time, the voice echoed in the white snowy weather, with a heroic spirit that faced the heavens and the earth. After the voice sounded, there was another drumbeat.

In front of our view, there was a high platform with flags like a forest, and the high platform was also white. The sound of the dirge continued, and at the end of the high platform was a large open space. First, there were rows and rows of corpses wrapped in white cloth, and then the soldiers' ranks stretched out, boundless in all directions. The red tassels of the soldiers' spears were like blood, but the white silk on their arms was dazzling. At the very top of the high platform was Jin Wang Tian Shi, who was wearing armor and a white turban. His eyes looked at the ranks below and the rows of corpses.

The "Dirge" of the sacrifice continued from the mouth of the old man in front of the high platform, until "Relatives may still grieve, others have already sung." Then it was "What is there to say after death, entrust the body to the mountains and hills." The drumbeats fell with this sound, and then someone sang the sacrificial words again, stating the sacrifices these dead had made in the past in the face of the invading barbarians. After that, people lit flames and burned the corpses in the great snow.

Fenyang, a massive memorial ceremony was underway.

…

Fifty miles northwest of Wozhou, the main camp of the Jurchen.

The regular Jurchen army and baggage army that set out from Yanmen Pass, together with the Han army that had surrendered one after another, gathered hundreds of thousands of people, and its scale was comparable to the largest city of this era, and it had its own unique ecosystem. Crossing countless military camps, in front of an open space near the central army, Wanyan Xiyin was holding tea, sitting in a chair watching the fighting in the open space in front of him. From time to time, a deputy would come over and say something in his ear, or bring a document for him to look at. Xiyin's eyes were calm, watching the competition on one hand and handling matters in a few words on the other.

The two men fighting in the open space were both tall, but one was a Jurchen soldier and the other was wearing Han clothes and no armor, looking like a commoner. The Jurchen soldier was strong and burly, with the strength of an ox, but in the martial arts competition, he was obviously no match for the Han commoner. This was only like a commoner, but the calluses on his tiger's mouth were extremely thick, his hands reacted quickly, and his strength was also considerable. In a short period of time, he knocked the Jurchen soldier down several times.

The Jurchen soldier was brave and fierce. After losing several times, blood was already spitting out of his mouth. He stood up and shouted loudly, as if he had become fierce. Xiyin sat there and clapped his hands: "Okay, change people."

He selected a Jurchen soldier, removed his armor and weapons, and went on stage again. Before long, this newly arrived soldier was also knocked down by the opponent, so Xiyin called a stop again, preparing to change people. Two dignified Jurchen warriors were defeated by this Han, and the other soldiers watching around were quite unconvinced. Several military men with excellent skills in the army volunteered, but Xiyin was unmoved. After thinking about it, he ordered a soldier whose martial arts were not outstanding to go up.

The newly arrived Jurchen soldier felt that he was shouldering honor, and knew his own weight. This time he dared not rush forward recklessly, but tried his best to use skillful strength to circle around with the opponent, hoping that the continuous three games had exhausted a lot of the opponent's efforts. However, the Han also fought out his spirit, forced forward several times, his hands roaring with wind, and knocked the Jurchen soldier flying and fleeing.

The Jurchen people watching around cheered loudly and cursed constantly. While they were fighting, a team of people came from outside the field. Everyone looked over and was about to salute. The leader waved his hand, telling everyone not to move so as not to disrupt the competition. This man walked towards Xiyin. It was the Jurchen marshal Wanyan Zonghan who had returned from his routine camp patrol every day. He just glanced at the field: "Who is this? Good martial arts."

"From the Huaxia army, named Gao Chuan." Xiyin's first sentence shocked everyone, and then he said, "He used to be a platoon leader in the Huaxia army and had more than 30 men under his command."

"Oh?" Zonghan frowned and looked at the competition more seriously. "With such skills, it's enough to be a Mouke (centurion) in our army. How did he get out?"

"He beat and scolded his subordinates." Xiyin said, "I asked people to inquire about it. He should have beaten and scolded his soldiers at will, repeatedly refused to mend his ways, and later had conflicts with his superiors."

"This is offending someone." Zonghan smiled. At this time, the competition in front of him had already had a result. He stood up, raised his hand, and asked with a smile, "Brave warrior Gao, were you in the Black Flag Army before?"

Gao Chuan cupped his hands and knelt down: "Yes."

"Did you offend someone?"

Gao Chuan looked at Xiyin and then at Zonghan. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "The commander is wise..."

The stories about offending people in this world mostly seem similar. Under Zonghan's questioning, Gao Chuan stated his case. Zonghan comforted him a few words: "The Black Flag Army can't know people and make good use of them with a brave warrior like you, which shows that it is difficult to last for a while. You should work in our army with peace of mind, and you will have a career..." and so on.

Since Zonghan had spoken, Xiyin no longer spoke. The two men who were busy with everything then left here. Zonghan said, "It seems that Gushen disagrees with what I just said. I don't know why."

"Commander, what do you think of the combat power of this Huaxia army of more than 10,000 people in the north?"

"...If it weren't for the smaller number of people, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they are the only ones who worry me. It's just that it's still difficult to say whether they can compare to the one in the southwest."

"The battle to defeat Li Xizhi was in cooperation with Wang Shanyue, and in the battle of Linzhou, Wang Juyun also attacked strongly in front. Only the Linhe Ditch can show its excellent combat power." Xiyin said, then shook his head and smiled, "Today, the one who really gives me a headache is Mr. Ning in the southwest, who is ranked first. In the battle in the northwest, Lou Shi and Ci Bushi had been invincible for a lifetime, but they still fell into his hands. Now that he has been driven to the mountains in the southwest, the most troublesome thing when the Central Plains is at war is this Black Flag. A few days ago, Shu Lie Su had a meeting with one of them. Everyone said that it is not the Jurchen to be invincible with a full force of 10,000. Hey, if it were ten years earlier, who in the world would dare to say such a thing..."

"Haha, the future is the years of the younger generation." Zonghan patted Xiyin. "Before we leave, let's solve these troubles for them. It's not a waste of this life to be an enemy of the heroes of the world."

Xiyin nodded and smiled: "I just regret that I never officially fought against Mr. Ning before. After the great war in the northwest, I knew his skills. He taught Wanyan Qingjue, and I originally wanted to train him before hitting him, but I was caught before I was ready... In the great battle in early December, there were people from the Black Flag Army stationed in Weisheng. If it weren't for their intervention, Tian Shi would have died long ago. Alas, after fighting back and forth, I fought with his disciples, and he fought with my disciples. Winning is nothing great, but losing is a big loss of face..."

He paused slightly when he said this: "The Huaxia army is strictly disciplined. This is Mr. Ning's handwriting. There are rules in the army. Senior officials must never beat or scold junior soldiers in an 'insulting' manner. I have carefully read it. There are accidental injuries and scolding in training and on the battlefield, which is normal. However, if officials have an unequal view of soldiers, it is very serious. In order to prevent such situations, there are military law officers in the Huaxia army who are specifically responsible for such matters. If it is minor, they will reflect; if it is serious, they will be dismissed. This platoon leader, surnamed Gao, is highly skilled in martial arts and ruthless. He is a fierce general no matter where he is. He was fired for beating and insulting his subordinates."

"...Unequal?" Zonghan hesitated for a moment before asking this sentence. He understood and did not understand this adjective. The Jin Kingdom was divided into several classes: Jurchens were the first class, Bohai people were the second, Khitans were the third, Han people in Liaodong were the fourth, and then the Han people in the south. Even outside the Jin Kingdom, the Wu Dynasty naturally had "inequality". Did scholars need to treat farmers as human beings? Some poor people who were ignorant and served as soldiers had bad brains and couldn't say a few words in their lives. Who said it wasn't normal for generals to beat and scold them at will?

Based on these, Wanyan Zonghan naturally understood what Xiyin meant by "equality", but it was difficult to understand what this equality was. After he asked, Xiyin nodded in confirmation: "Yes, unequal."

"How can this be achieved?"

"That's why the Huaxia army has extremely strict military discipline. If subordinates don't do things well, they can be beaten and scolded. If they are too contemptuous in their hearts, they will really fire people. Today's person, I repeatedly asked, was originally a member of Zhu Biao... Therefore, these 10,000 people should not be underestimated."

"Sharing the same robes." When Zonghan heard this, there was no longer a smile on his face. He carried his hands on his back, frowned, walked for a while, and then said: "You and I must not underestimate Tian Shi's affairs."

Xiyin reached out and touched his beard, nodded: "This time, I know the details and meticulousness of the Huaxia army's secret work. However, even that Ning Liheng, there should always be some omissions in his meticulousness... Of course, these things can only be confirmed in the south. After all, more than 10,000 people are too few..."

…

The cold wind blows for a thousand miles, and the winter in the north is even colder. Yunchang Prefecture once froze, and although there was joy in the city after the Spring Festival, not many people were willing to go out.

Tang Minjie passed through the alley and met Lu Mingfang in a warm room. The battle situation and information from the south had just been sent over, and Tang Minjie also prepared news to send south. The two sat on the heated kang, and Lu Mingfang conveyed the message in a low voice.

"...The turmoil at the end of November seems to be a manuscript that Xiyin had prepared long ago. It was launched suddenly after Tian Shi disappeared, almost succeeding. However, Tian Shi later walked out of the snowfield and reunited with the main force. After that, he stabilized the situation for several days, and there were not many opportunities for Xiyin to take action..."

"...In this way, Tian Shi's side can be called scraping the bones to heal the poison. Although the internal losses are great, almost all the Jin King's lineage were grass on the wall at the beginning. Now that they have been pulled out almost, the control of the troops has been improved instead. Moreover, his determination to resist the Jin has been made clear, and some people who were originally watching have also gone to take refuge. In December, Zonghan felt that a strong attack was not very meaningful, so he slowed down his steps, and it is estimated that he will wait for the snow to melt in the spring before making plans..."

As Lu Mingfang spoke, Tang Minjie tapped gently on the table with his fingers, calculating the entire situation in his mind: "It is said that those who are good at fighting pay attention to being caught off guard. With the cunning of Zonghan and Xiyin, will they act before the snow melts and fight for a first opportunity..."

"That's a matter for the front line. After all, you and I are not good at it." Lu Mingfang smiled. "But what you said also makes sense. The brothers who went north to deliver the message set off after the New Year. It is said that that brother Zhu Biao took advantage of the bustle of the New Year and quietly attacked, wanting to attack and kill Shuliesu in Wozhou, giving the Jurchens a blow. Shuliesu also moved with the same thought, wanting to take advantage of the New Year to attack the Tian family army in the south. The two gangs met on the road. You look at me and I look at you, and then they each went back. Shuliesu dispatched more than 20,000 people, but did not dare to attack Zhu Biao with 10,000 people, I am afraid it will be spread as a joke."

"Hehe." Tang Minjie smiled politely, and then said: "Wanting to attack and encountering the enemy head-on, the superior force did not rashly attack, which shows that Shuliesu is cautious in using troops and is even more terrible."

"Haha, it's a joke. It's okay to say it like this when publicizing it. It also helps with military morale."

"Um." Tang Minjie nodded, and then took out a piece of paper, "I have found out a few more people, who were not in the previous list. Send it over to see if it helps..."

He frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "After all, I didn't deal with Xiyin much before, and I don't know enough about his methods. But I always feel that if I think in reverse, Zonghan's war has been a bit clumsy in recent months. Although there was a big move in December, but... I always feel that it is not enough. If it were the teacher's handwriting, the Jin King's forces would have been riding the fence under his nose for ten years, and there would never be only these backhands."

Hearing him say this, Lu Mingfang also frowned: "What you said also makes some sense. However, according to the previous investigation, first of all, Xiyin's strategy is more atmospheric, his plans are meticulous and he is good at internal affairs. As for conspiracy, hehe... I am afraid he can't compare to the teacher. In addition, the Jin King's lineage had already determined the tone earlier. Later actions, whether it is said to be scraping the bones to heal the poison or a brave man breaking his wrist, are all too much. With such a great sacrifice, coupled with the assistance of our side, no matter how many backhands Xiyin had ambushed before, the possibility of being affected and unable to launch is also very high."

"I understand." Tang Minjie nodded, "Actually, I also think too much. When I was in the southwest, the teacher told me that using strategy should have unrestrained creativity, but it also most avoids empty and fearless guesses. I think too much, which is also a disadvantage."

"Everyone understands that you are worried about the south. However... a war cannot be won by one or two people. For the success or failure of the south, you and I have done our best, so it's okay. Your health is not good in peacetime. The teacher practiced martial arts and advised you long ago that thinking too much hurts your health. You should take a few days off and rest."

"Okay." Tang Minjie nodded.

Lu Mingfang knew that he had not listened, but there was nothing he could do: "I will send these names over as soon as possible, but, Brother Tang, there is one more thing. I heard that you have been contacting that one a lot recently?"

"I didn't bother her too much. It's just that I have already started to treat Xiyin as an enemy, and there are many things to understand clearly. Regarding Xiyin's backhands in Jin, and his style of work, I just hope to find her for a review. After all, she is the one who knows Xiyin best... She may find it annoying, I will pay attention and will not bother her too much in the future."

"Um." Seeing Tang Minjie say this, Lu Mingfang nodded: "After all, she is not one of us, and although she cares about the Han people, Xiyin has been her family for the past twenty or thirty years. This is her sacrifice. The teacher said that we cannot ignore it."

"Okay."

"...Take care of yourself."

Tang Minjie put on his felt hat, took a deep breath, and went to the icy and snowy world outside the door, but the things in his mind did not stop at all. Against enemies like Zonghan and Xiyin, no matter how vigilant, it is not too much. As for his body, after the enemies are dead, there will be plenty of time to sleep...

…

Fenzhou, the huge memorial ceremony has come to an end.

When Tian Shi came down from the high platform, what he saw were the leaders of the various forces who had come. The memorial ceremony for the soldiers can inspire morale, and at the same time, a call to arms was issued to justify the resistance against the Jin again. Among them, what is more meaningful is the alliance of various forces after showing their determination to resist the Jin.

In the past period of time, the war on the Jin King's territory was fierce, and everyone lived like years. In early December, in the few days after Tian Shi disappeared, many of the internal responses that Xiyin had arranged long ago took action one after another. The Linzhou rebellion, the Hukuan garrison general Wu Su surrendered to the enemy, and several large families in Weisheng colluded privately and were ready to move. The news that Tian Shi was dead was spread in other places, and it looked like the entire Jin King's power was about to collapse in a few days.

Fortunately, Lou Shuwan, together with Zhan Wu of the Huaxia Army, kept running around, barely stabilizing the situation in Weisheng. The Black Flag led by Zhu Biao of the Huaxia Army also happened to arrive at the Linzhou battlefield. Before this, if Wang Juyun had not decisively led his troops to attack Linzhou for three days, I am afraid that even if the Black Flag arrived, it would be difficult to capture Linzhou before the arrival of the Jurchen Wanyan Saba's army.

In other places, there were also various games and conflicts going on constantly. By mid-December, Tian Shi led his troops to escape from the great snow, and then the news that he was still safe spread throughout Jin Prefecture in a few days. The entire Jin King's power had gone through a circle on the ghost gate of destruction.

In this process, Wozhou was breached and massacred, and the Linzhou garrison and Wang Juyun's troops suffered heavy losses. In the Hukuan area, several troops on the Jin King's side originally fought each other. The insane losers of the rebellion almost burned half of the city and buried gunpowder to destroy half of the city wall, making the pass lose its defensive power. Weisheng was also the removal of several families, and at the same time, the confusion caused by cleaning up the influence of their clansmen in the army was also a complex reality that Tian Shi and others needed to face.

However, it was really after experiencing such a cruel internal cleanup that Tian Shi, Yu Yulin, Lou Shuwan and others had a certain degree of choice and ability to act on the matter of resisting the Jin. Otherwise, why were the millions of Jin King's army defeated time and time again when they went north? Tian Shi, Yu Yulin and others were even constantly on guard against someone stabbing them in the back, and the soldiers were not trembling and collapsing at the slightest touch - of course, these were the more cruel facts than speculation that Tian Shi realized after going to the battlefield.

Now, no one has the slightest doubt about the Jin King's determination to resist the Jin, many soldiers have run away, many have died, and the rest can finally be used. Wang Juyun recognized the Jin King's determination, and some of the people who had been watching were also infected by this determination, and they all contributed their strength in the great turmoil in December. And the people who should fall to the Jurchen side, those who wanted to take action, had mostly been drawn out at this time.

In the following month, the Jurchens no longer attacked strongly, Wang Juyun's power had been compressed into the Jin King's territory, and even cooperated with Tian Shi's forces to carry out the work of collecting and reorganizing. Some mountain bandits and righteous teachers on the north bank of the Yellow River, realizing that this was the last chance to show the anti-Jin banner, finally came to take refuge. Tian Shi's original idea of becoming the leader of the anti-Jin in the Central Plains was initially realized after such a tragic sacrifice.

On this day of the memorial ceremony, the leader of the rebellious army Wang Juyun led the team to come, the Black Flag's Zhu Biao came, the giant bandit Ji Qingli from the west came, the leader of the Great Bright Church Lin Zongwu came, in addition there was Yu Yulin and the representatives of a group of generals in the Jin King's system, and there were representatives sent by folk righteous teachers like Eight-Armed Dragon King Shi Jin... Almost all the large and small anti-Jin forces near Jin Prefecture sent personnel to participate at this time.

Some of these people knew each other before, some even had grudges, and some were meeting for the first time. The leader of the rebellious army Wang Juyun carried two swords on his back, his face was solemn, but there was also a bit of gentleness in his white hair. He was originally Shangshu Wang Yin under Fang La of the Yongle Dynasty. After the fall of the Yongle Dynasty, he once sold out Fang Qifo, Fang Baihua and others, and even had a remote exchange with Ning Yi and others. After disappearing for several years, he reappeared and pulled up a career in the chaotic situation south of Yanmen Pass.

Zhu Biao, who personally came on behalf of the Huaxia Army, is now one of the top masters in the world. Looking back on those years, Chen Fan went to Beijing to seek help because of Fang Qifo's matter, and Zhu Biao also participated in the whole matter. Although Wang Shangshu's whereabouts were erratic in the whole matter, Ning Yi still noticed some of his actions behind the scenes later. In the battle of Linzhou, the two sides cooperated to capture the city. Zhu Biao did not mention the past, but they understood each other. The small grudges of the past were no longer meaningful. Being able to stand together is a reliable comrade-in-arms.

The status of another acquaintance, Lin Zongwu, was a little awkward. This "Number One in the World" great monk was not very popular. Zhu Biao looked down on him, and Wang Yin did not seem to intend to pursue the grievances of the past. Although his subordinates had many followers, they really had no strength when fighting.

During the first defense of Wozhou, Lin Zongwu also fought side by side with the defending army, and finally dragged on until the siege was lifted. After that, Lin Zongwu dragged the army to the front line, running around everywhere with great fanfare - according to his idea, he wanted to find a battle he was sure to win, or find a suitable opportunity to hit the snake seven inches and establish great achievements. However, there is no such good thing. Later, he encountered Wanyan Saba, who failed to attack Linzhou, and his army was scattered. Although he was not massacred, he later reorganized some people, but at this time his position in the alliance was just an addition.

Everyone's recognition of Tian Shi looked infinitely beautiful, and in the imagination of a few months ago, it was really a satisfying thing. But only after experiencing these few struggles on the line of life and death, Tian Shi was finally able to understand the difficulty and weight of it. After the end of this day's alliance, news came from the northern border that the Jurchens were ready to move - but it seemed to be a feint.

Tian Shi then boarded the carriage back to Weisheng. The several twists and turns at the critical moment of life and death made him miss the women and children in his family. Even his father, who had been under house arrest, he quite wanted to see. I only hope that Lou Shuwan will be merciful and has not killed him yet.

The convoy moved slowly in the snow. At this time, he understood that after breathing this moment in this frozen world, he would embark on the journey again. Next, perhaps no one would have a chance to breathe again.

Jurchen camp.

Wanyan Xiyin was writing at his desk in the tent with the warm yellow light, handling his daily work.

Suddenly the wind blew, bringing news from afar...
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