The bonfire is extinguished, and the blue smoke is curling.

When the sun turned golden in the sky, the spring breeze brushed across the leaves, and a woman's crying and screaming came not far away. After dawn, the Jurchen camp went south to Taiyuan, leaving behind bare and messy corpses. On the trees on the road were rows of hanging people, and more than 10,000 civilian captives were missing half of this night.

A huge tree burned with charred smoke. Not far ahead of Wanyan Xiyili, the army around him was moving. He looked at the vague outline of the city and took a breath, "Such a big city... I actually gave in. Should I write a letter of thanks to Tong Guan?"

Then, he beat a horse whip, the horse shook its tail and moved its hooves forward. He reminded the deputy general beside him: "No matter what, you cannot be careless. The people of the Wu Dynasty cannot fight. There are many conspiracies and tricks. Many scouts Xiang Tai extend around the original to see if there are any Wu Dynasty troops setting up an ambush."

The general bowed his hand and conveyed the order. Soon after, a large number of civilians in the Wu Dynasty were driven away. Amid the crying sounds, they walked in rags and staggered, gathering into an extremely miserable torrent towards the walls of the city. Occasionally, one or two people who had the intention to escape were caught up by the Jurchen knights roaming nearby and stabbed to death on the ground.

Even so, the first Jurchen army was about to reach the city.

At this time, Taiyuan City was still in a state of chaos. When the news that the Jurchens broke into Yanmen and Tu Xinzhou was about to face the south came, it was a bit slow for the people in the city. When they reacted, some were willing to leave their family, and some were worried about their houses and property they could not take away. After all, some were their lifelong efforts. The people who left were nervously waiting for things to develop. If the Wu Dynasty army fought back, they would not have to leave again.

But then Tong Guan's tens of thousands of troops withdrew, and a large number of civilians in the city rushed out when they saw something wrong. The remaining people in the entire city are now only about 60,000 to 70,000 people. Then in these days, the four gates of Taiyuan were opened. One morning, a cavalry team that was not the Wu Dynasty rushed in.

So the huge chaos began...

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The streets were deserted, but there were still many people walking in a hurry. The shops around were closed and probably had moved out. A middle-aged man named Chen Qing went home with a few handfuls of rice in a torn clothes. He looked at the people who had left the city with big bags of small bags, and his eyes were a little anxious.

He originally wanted to leave, but his wife was about to give birth and could not walk far away. It was possible to die outside in such a period of time. Later, he thought that instead of dying outside, he might as well wait for the child to be born at home, even if he died, he would still be at home.

He thought this way and walked home. At the north gate, a large number of people suddenly crowded in the road, running, and headed towards the north gate frantically. Chen Qing was pushed to the ground, and the rice was also sprinkled on the ground. When he reached out to pick up the rice grains, the sound of horse hooves came from the street behind. He stood up, and in his vision, the Jurchen cavalry advanced on the street, holding steel knives in his hand and massacred the crowd wildly.

Blood spilled out, the screams of men, the cry of women, and the cry of children gathered from behind into a circle. Some people ran slowly, avoided the steel knife but were knocked down by the war horse, and were immediately trampled to death by the horse's hooves. Those who were lucky enough to die were dragged down their broken arms or one leg to moan on the ground.

As the corpse and blood came all the way, Chen Qing's head buzzed, and he hurriedly turned around and ran wildly in front of the wooden house... There was a woman's wailing, and he widened his eyes and looked at the scene inside. His wife was pressing on the couch, and a group of people were humiliating. Chen Qing rushed over with a 'ah', and a Jurchen soldier turned around and kicked him to the ground.

After that, after some time, his wife's voice disappeared. He was also lying in a pool of blood, and was scratched on his neck. In his blurry vision, he saw his child stuck in his head and took it out in the other party's cheers.

Chen Qing... moved twice, and the air came out from the cut throat. He felt that there should be a dream in front of him, and he was still in the dream. After waking up, everything should not have become...

A group of Jurchen soldiers drove into this unpreserved city, and the killing spread in the streets and alleys in the city, like floods that flooded over the past, surging in from the four gates of Taiyuan, crushing everything that could be crushed.

At the north gate, Wanyan Xiyi sat on the horse's back with the hilt of his sword, looking at the bloody city, listening to the wailing voices, frowned, "...After entering the city, have you checked every corner? Are you afraid that Wu Chao will give you an empty city plan?"

The deputy general nodded, "Report to the marshal, it has been investigated."

"Under the city walls and among the houses, there may be places where soldiers are hidden in these places, so let's sort out some of them." After the deputy general left, Wanyan Xiyi led his personal soldiers into Taiyuan. For him, the chaotic and bloody killing scene was not affected at all. "How many people in the Wu Dynasty are still in the city?"

"There are about tens of thousands of people, and there are a lot of them." Others replied.

The horse hooves stepped on the corpses of the street, and slowly turned to the government office. After dismounting, he looked at the chaotic and burning streets behind him, "Don't kill them all, it's useful to leave some to attack Bianliang."

The commander nodded and left. On the other side, the figure had already entered the home of the government.

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The sun was west, and the black smoke was hazy in the sky. Time was the brightest time before nightfall. It was the brightest time from Tai. The mountains and forests not far southwest of the Yuan Dynasty, Bai Ning sat quietly on a rock and closed his eyes. He could vaguely hear the sound of killing from Tai. The Yuan Dynasty. Then, the sound of fallen leaves in the forest was trampling. He opened his eyes and saw Yang Zhi and a young man walking over.

"Yue Fei met the Admiral of the East Factory." The young man bowed his hand and his language was concise.

Bai Ning's eyebrows moved a little, opened his eyes and looked at the other person, with a round nose tip, wide eyebrows facing upward, showing a heroic look. He looked at it, reached out to pat the empty place of the rock, and signaled the other person to sit down.

"I have heard of you. Your mentor Zhou Tong has had a relationship with me twice. He said that he had received a closed disciple in Tang Yin."

Yue Fei did not sit down, but after hearing the words Zhou Tong, he showed a respectful look on his face and his voice was calm: "After the teacher taught me, he traveled around the world. After receiving the letter from his teacher a few days ago, Yue Fei felt a little ashamed and came out to do something for the people."

Next to him, Yang Zhi held the knife and held the handle and said, "Brother Yue, why not come to our Dongchang to do business. You have also seen that we are different from the people in the court. We are the real sword fighters and the Jurchens."

Bai Ning's eyes also turned to Yue Fei.

After a moment, he shook his head, as if something was stuttering in his throat, and raised his arms and folded his fists: "Thank you, Admiral..." Yue Fei turned sideways and looked at Taiyuan, "Yue Fei of Dongchang has heard of you, and he has also seen that you are indeed running for the people, but I don't agree with the admiral's actions. There are still tens of thousands of people in the city. It is obvious that there are time, so why not remove them? It is okay to be tough."

In the dimness, he did not put down his figure because of who was in front of him and how much power he had. His voice was calm and polite to reject the other party. For such people, Zhou Tong would probably be the same as Lin Chong, who had been in the past. However, Bai Ning was not as difficult as others.

He nodded: "It's just a different saying, but it's not easy to walk around the world. Instead of letting them be ruined by the Jurchens, it's better to distribute the last heat. If Wanyan Xiyi can be left here in this battle, how many people will die less?"

There was nothing in common between the two of them. After a moment of speaking, they calmed down. When Bai Ning stood up, night fell and the golden men in the city were still fighting. He waved his hand, "You go, I believe you don't want to see the tragic situation in the city."

Yue Fei was silent for a while, bowed and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!