North of Bianliang, distant mountains and woods.

Several figures were walking in the moment of dawn, hiding and hiding. They had swords and guns in their hands, unlike ordinary people. The leader was an old man with his beard stained with blood.

At this time, the villages around Bianliang, among the forests, had been destroyed by the Jurchens. The ground was full of corpses that were unrestrained, and the dark red and dried blood stains and soil mixed into a strange color. They came from the north, and in every place they passed, more and more corpses were spreading in their sight, spreading continuously, the elderly, children, and more.

"This place is not far from the Jurchen military camp... and further forward is Bianliang."

"Depending on the situation, the Jurchens did not seem to have broken Bianliang...whether to enter the city or see?"

"Let's ask Master Zhou." The man who spoke then looked at the old man squatting in front of him a few steps away.

The old man looked at the corpses all over the ground without moving, and a look of pain appeared on his old face. As the Adam's apple rolled for a moment, desolation and sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he shook his head.

"There are many people in the village waiting for life-saving food... We came out and looked around... and then we went back. We could save a few more people... as capable as we could."

He looked at the direction of Bianliang and gave up his original plan. Originally, he traveled through the world just to get his martial arts closer, but soon the Jurchens went south to the Wu Dynasty and fought over with great force. According to his original intention, he killed many Jurchen scouts along the way and saved many elderly, weak, women and children on the battlefield.

Now, he could not get out of the way. In such an environment, he taught several young people a rough kung fu to find some food to bring back in the area where Jurchen scouts were present. After all, a hundred people had almost eaten up the bark and grass roots around... If they didn't go a little further, people would die in the village.

Oh my God! Is there any way to live?

The old man's eyes moved and saw a child's body sandwiched in a crack of stone not far away, and maggots had grown. He opened his mouth slightly and shouted silently.

"Master Zhou, look over there, there are Jurchens!" Someone lowered his voice and pointed to a tree not far ahead.

The morning light shone, illuminating the vision. The old man's eyes flashed. A Jurchen scout was wandering over there. There seemed to be a man carrying a horse on his back. Then he put it on the ground and began to take off his pants...

"Save people--"

The old man's low voice was like a thunder. The moment the sound came out, his figure suddenly rushed out of the pile of rocks. Before the rest of the people around him could react, the old man's fist had already blasted over.

In their sight, the Jurchen scout was like a kite with a broken string, hitting the tree with a bang. While the leaves fell down, the old man had already picked up the figure and waved to them.

A few people went over and were held by the old man. A woman had broken a hole in the fabric on her shoulder, and her blood had solidified. The old man sighed: "There is still aura. The Jurchen barbarians didn't know where the woman was trying to ruin it. I am the Han people who cannot save her. You can take the horse with you. Let us go back and kill it, and we should be able to hold on for a while."

"I don't know where your family is... the world of committing evil!" The old man sighed again.

But the remaining people didn't care about those, led horses, plundered some dry food from the Jurchen scouts, took weapons, and happily embarked on the way home.

At the same time, the Jurchens escorted a large number of prisoners, and the captured property began to set off on their way back. They fought all the way in the spring, and the troops came to the capital of the Wu Dynasty. Some of the prisoners plundered wherever the army passed had been sent back to the country before. Even at this moment, the prisoners brought out from the military camp were still a shocking number.

The corpses of women left in the empty military camp are enough to tell everything. Tens of thousands or even more than 100,000 civilians in Wuchao led their way forward like pigs and dogs. On the way, corpses were constantly discarded from the wilderness of corpses, most of which were women who were tortured to death.

The vast northbound team at the forefront, far away from the atmosphere of grief and despair, was a golden imperial flag waving in the wind. Under the banner, the luxurious carriage swayed, and the wolf king who had been fighting for life fell down.

"The person Zong Wang said... is so powerful? Do you believe it?" The old man swayed as he lay on the soft collapse, his words weak and intermittently.

The body that was kneeling before the soft collapse was Wanyan Jiemu. "Zong Wang should not lie, but that person is powerful..."

Wanyan Aguda wanted to raise his arm, but he didn't have much strength anymore. He looked at the occasional roll-up of the curtain, and the sunlight poured in, closed his eyes, and opened it with difficulty.

"...I want to know...what did the other party talk to me...I have never met someone like this... bold and reckless..." The old man smiled, "...He doesn't want me to pass the throne to my son...I have a very interesting idea...that...the rootless person didn't let me pass the throne to my son...He said that as long as he dared to pass the throne...he would kill them... Now...If Zong Wang didn't lie, he couldn't say he could do it."

When Wanyan Jiemu heard this, she suddenly raised her head.

"Don't have that expression..." Wanyan Aguda moved his palm and patted the back of the general's hand. "How could the Jurchen Emperor be such a person who is easy to compromise... It's just that the man's words inspired me..."

"......It's not a good thing for the sons to be too good."

"But there is only one throne..."

The old man's voice was very low, with a weak but irresistible voice, "Who are you sending it to... No one else will be willing to do it... I, the Jurchen, finally stood at my current position... The foundation is still unstable... If civil strife starts, I will follow in the footsteps of the Khitan."

The extremely aging hand patted on the back of Wanyan Jiemu's hand was retracted, "So... buy it for Wu Qi, he can suppress my sons and stay for a few years... He is too old, so he will give it to the best people..."

Wanyan Jiemu nodded silently and looked at the old man who was about to die, with a sad look.

"Let me open the curtain of the car and let me see the scenery in this world again."

The rising sun outside the window was like a roller blind in the sky scattering on his face. The old man who felt the temperature fell asleep peacefully this morning.

The wind blew the warm light across Bianliang, and the news of the Jurchen retreating had spread. Countless people rushed to the streets to escape from their grief, crying with joy on the streets to celebrate.

However, not long after, Cao Zhenchun cried loudly in Yanfu Palace. He pounced on the dragon couch, and the crying attracted countless people to gather outside the hall. On that day, this news came from the imperial city and spread throughout the city.

The Emperor of the Wu Dynasty suddenly died on the couch.

Cai Jing was writing a piece of words at this time. When he heard the news, the wolf hair fell to the ground with a "when" sound in his hand, and then hurriedly ordered people to prepare a carriage to rush to the palace. The news was still flying. When Tong Guan heard the news, he fell off the couch in shock. When he got up, he looked in horror in the direction of the Bai Mansion.

Then, he rushed to the imperial city, and officials of all sizes, all of them were heading towards the palace, regardless of whether they could stand in the court.

After all, the emperor is dead.

....

Two or three hundred miles north of Bianliang, surrounded by mountains.

Someone rushed out, "Master Zhou...she woke up, that woman woke up."

The old man who was grinding herbs looked over, nodded with relief, put down his work, and then went into the room. The sky began to fall, the old day passed, and the new day came after darkness.

It repeats itself.
Chapter completed!