Black smoke columns rose and houses were burning. The abandoned farmland was no longer cultivated, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and corpses, which mixed together. On the official road, a large number of civilians were running south, with nervous and fearful faces scattered on everyone's face, and all kinds of panic-loving shouts were messy, rising in the crowd.

"Everyone, hurry up. I heard that Tong Shumi from the court was defending Taiyuan. He was a high-ranking official and the leader of the army. He was sure to be safe there... We surrendered to him and didn't have to die."

"...Diet, Xinzhou was slaughtered, I ran out there, the Jurchens are going to be called..."

A woman was carrying a straw basket and rushing in the crowd, constantly pulling people to ask some things, and then she couldn't get the answer. She sat down on the ground in a depressed manner and cried: "My child...Who did you see my child!" Someone wanted to pull her up, but the woman couldn't afford to struggle, and then more and more people came over. A man with patches was holding a bag and looking around in a panic, pulling his legs into the crowd. An old man was chasing him in rags and crutches behind him: "My thing...You want my life to be the old bone... You want my life..."

The old man cried and chased after two more steps, staggered and fell to the ground, like a reef in the sea of ​​people, flowing around him. On the way from Xinzhou to Taiyuan, such a chaotic escape extends all the way, as if a group of dense ants were migrating their nests, crying with pain, and various sounds spread far away.

In the bright spring, it should be the season of farming. People in the north continue to join the escape team, pedestrians carrying bags and big carts filled with luggage. Children sit on it and feel the atmosphere of tension and fear, and hide silently in their mother's arms. On the road, some people fall and get up and continue walking, while some never wake up again after falling.

Such scenes are also constantly appearing in Daming Prefecture, the eastern part of the mountain. Going northward, the Jurchen scouts in the mountains and forests have begun to gradually increase. Going northward, tens of thousands of Jurchen troops outside Xinzhou City have begun to gather from the city like a stream, without stopping for a moment, and the running war horses have brought the trembling of the earth.

In the air, dull and dense breathing is ringing.

The door of the county government office opened, and Wanyan Zonghan, wrapped in bandages, was helped out by the maid. The left eye that could still see things looked at the dizzy greedily. He looked at the valley god Wanyan Xiyi, who was about to go to war, endured the severe pain and raised his arms and waved his hand.

"Kill it...no chickens and dogs!" he said.

On the other side, Wanyan Xiyi nodded, "Recover well, Bianliang is still waiting for you to attack." The cloak raised and turned around and left.

The severe pain had been enduring for a while, which made Wanyan Zonghan unbearable. When he saw the other party leaving again, anger that was difficult to vent came to his body. Then the maid's scream sounded. He grabbed the woman's bun and dragged it into the room, opened the door, and a Jurchen soldier came in to help tear the maid's clothes to pieces...

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Outside the city, Wanyan Xiyi stood on the city tower and watched the army gather. Later, there was a riot in the square formation in front. He vaguely saw a cavalry team coming back, as if it were the men of the Kyushi who went out last night. They got off the city tower and walked over quickly. The screams of exclamations over there were noisy.

When the personal soldiers opened the crowd, his heart tightened, and a strange picture appeared on the other side of his sight. Headless corpses were holding their ferocious heads and sitting upright on the horse's back. Many brave soldiers actually knelt down and lay on the ground and kowtowed.

"The Jurchens, who are not afraid of death, kneel down to the dead. It seems that the other party knows us better."

Wanyan Xiyi gritted her teeth. Obviously he knew that this was an enemy's conspiracy to attack the morale of the army. The horse whip was raised in his hand and did not whip it. He walked to a corpse on the back of a horse and easily found the secret that the corpse was sitting on the back of the horse without falling.

The wooden branches supported the back and fixed the joints of hands and feet to do all this.

"Buried their bodies well. They are our Jurchen warriors, and the warriors deserve glorious treatment!" Wanyan Xiyi learned a lot of Chinese language and read many military books. He could naturally think of such a situation.

With a blink of an eye, Senhan's sword body was unsheathed, and Wanyan Xiyi roared angrily, "I'll order the entire army to kneel down and worship these warriors who died for the Jurchens."

The sword tip suddenly touched the ground, knelt on one knee, and behind him, tens of thousands of people and horses knelt down. His voice rolled in the wind: "...Our warriors will not die in vain. Since the Wu Chao people killed them, we will use millions of times of blood to compensate. Since they dared to come over and tell us that they would hide in the secret and attack. So that's fine, let them see how the wolf on the ice field treats the enemy..."

He stood up and waved his sword, "Wolf pack, let's hit them and use wolf teeth to tell them what the Jurchens are."

"Wolf!"

"Wolf!"

"Wolf!"

Countless roars were resounding throughout the sky, countless weapons were bumping, and horse hooves rumbled to shake the earth. Wanyan Xiyi rolled over the horse, and the cloak was blown up, and his voice was vigorous: "Go to the battle! Taiyuan."

Light, in the sky, the precious light glaze.

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A war horse fell down, and the person who struggled to get up was then shot into the throat by a gauntlet and fell to the ground again. Yang Zhi pulled up the gauntlet and put it on. He looked at the road below. A large number of defeated soldiers and civilians came down from Xinzhou. The chaotic team walked very slowly. "What kind of battle is this?"

At this moment, Bai Ning, Jin Jiu, Lin Chong and others were observing the terrain not far from Taiyuan. The surrounding area was full of dense pits, probably with the depth of their calves. At first glance, many people were digging out.

"The Lord...can these be successful?"

Cao Shaoqing stepped on it with his feet, as if he didn't believe that such a hole could trap the enemy in. After a moment, Bai Ning retracted his thoughts and looked at him, "It's not for trapping people, but for fighting horses. When stepping in, he can cut off his hooves."

In February, the Jurchens went south with great force. Except for the other party's Western Route Army who suffered a defeat at Yanmen Pass, the other middle and eastern Routes could only be described as destroying the Jurchen scouts. What Bai Ning could do was to eliminate the Jurchen scouts and try to suppress some information from the Jin Dynasty's Western Route Army.

But even so, the other two groups will also complete the strategy of attacking Bianliang in the near future. To be honest, Bai Ning's methods seemed minimal, or it could not delay the possibility that Wanyan Xiyi's soldiers would encircle Taiyuan.

"If you can kill some, kill some."

He looked at a small river behind him and said, then said, "Are you ready what I want?"

Cao Shaoqing nodded, "The poison and corpses are ready, after all, it's everywhere."
Chapter completed!