The smoke rolled over the sky covered the sun, and the boiling cry overwhelmed everything in the fire.

The burning fire and burnt smell, the sound of running footsteps, and the sound of heavy shafts rolling over the carriage gathered together. The overlapping figures in the flames snatched out the water in their hands, trying to reduce the fire. A crazy little official rushed into the fire with wet all over his body, holding some burnt rice grains, but was swallowed by the flames on his body...

Since the beginning of spring this year, fire has occurred in the official warehouses of many prefectures and counties. Even if they take strict precautions, these people can find loopholes to ignite the granary. Now the officials guarding the warehouse are changing one after another, and the drying yard is full of heads.

Outside the range of the fire, a group of men, women, young and old were covering their faces and crying. From the Hanfu that was filled with patches, it can be seen that these were all Han people. Seeing the fire swallowing the grain warehouse, they were crying quietly. After arresting the fire several times, the Jin people's government found that it was all done by the Han people, so they began to investigate the Han people in the city. Naturally, some were arrested and pushed to the execution ground and beheaded.

Until the autumn, more than 100 granaries of several states in the Jin Dynasty were burned down, and the Han people whose heads were cut off in the city were also piled up like mountains, and many Han officials even had their heads sandwiched in it.

It's all like some kind of competition going on.

...

"The fireman is here"

"See him!!"

"Don't let him run away! Otherwise we will die!!!"

In the distance, the running figure shouted, calling on nearby companions to come around. A man with thin face and eyes stared at him with weapons in his hands. After a moment, he turned around and ran away.

It was Bai Yu, and almost everyone saw the figure running out. The yamen runners in front heard the shouts and noticed the strange behavior of the man. They pulled out the Park Knife in their hands and met them.

Then, there was a scream of "Ah!"

The next moment, the head flew, and blood spurted out from the shoulders

The pale and godless man missed the other two, and the blade slipped down with blood. A corpse fell behind him, and another yamen runner flew backwards to the ground.

The crowd chasing people had no time to figure out the situation, and hurriedly crossed the corpse. On the other side, there were already Jurchen soldiers rushing out and stopping the perpetrator. Fighting screams, the sound of metal hitting suddenly sounded. The man surrounded him held the knife in both hands and chopped several weapons at a very fast speed. In an instant, the blade crossed and slapped, and someone drew a phantom from the battle group and flew past the crowd.

With a bang, it hit the eaves and then fell heavily to the ground. The tiles shattered and fell down to bury people. At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from the streets in the city. The people who reacted ran to both sides, and a team of cavalry rushed past them.

In the melee of more than ten feet away, the Han man split the attacking weapon and was about to turn around. He was about to look back and a spear in his sight. The head of the Mercedes-Benz horse was magnified in his pupils. He subconsciously avoided his body, and raised his knife to protect his body. In a short moment, the horse's hooves stepped on him. Someone screamed hoarsely, and the iron spear stabbed him out of the bleeding line and an arm holding the blade.

The Han man kept rolling on the ground with his broken arms in his arms. The moment he thorned the spearheads on the ground, he turned over and ran wildly, trying to break into the crowd and take the opportunity to leave.

"Don't let him go...or the Jin people will draw people in the city to kill again." There were voices shouting among the crowd.

The moment the figure rushed over, the people outside pushed him back like a wall. The man staggered back a few steps, and said hoarsely, "Ahhhh!", and turned around to find his way.

The sound of horse hooves came again, but he couldn't help but turn around. In front of the fire, he rode a golden armor and swung his tail in the air. He waved his arms as he rushed over.

The man instinctively fell down, and a golden hammer of drum beat his robe and the storm of wind rolled the entire fallen body on the ground for a few more times before stopping.

The war horse slowly stopped, the sledgehammer was thrown to the ground, and the tall and mighty figure dismounted and walked over. The man who was half-sitting with one hand suddenly started crying, shook his head, and then, the thick arm opposite reached over with armor leaves, and regardless of his struggle, he pried his mouth open, and only half of his tongue was trembling in the cavity.

"Another mute..."

The figure begging for mercy was crying, climbed up from the ground and knelt down, constantly kowtowing... Wanyan Jinzi stood up and narrowed his eyes: "For a whole year, you guys have taken the medicine of the Wu Dynasty court. They are not afraid of death, and begging for mercy... They are also martial arts, people in the martial arts world?"

The mute man nodded, then shook his head again. Looking at the other person's expression, he seemed to know what would happen. He smiled with tears and his head hit him violently.

Click

The sound of bone shattering, the kneeling figure stopped moving, and the red blood slowly flowed out along the gaps in the floor tiles. Wanyan Jin raised his head, no longer looked at the corpse, looked at the fire, turned around and picked up the hammer and turned over the horse, and led the cavalry toward the direction of the palace gate.

It was already dusk when the burning fire was completely extinguished.

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The sunset tiles, and a beam of light is on the glazed tiles.

"I want to send envoys to the Wu Dynasty and warn them sternly that if this continues, the entire Jin Dynasty will pour out anger on the Wu Dynasty. When the war starts again, at worst, I, the Jurchens, will start over again. In a sentence from the Han people, say: barefoot people are not afraid of those wearing shoes. The soldiers on the uncle's side are a army of war. If they really want to start a war, they can fight and rob them..."

"It's a bit like your father in this regard."

Zong Han, who had originally left the palace, came back and walked with Zong Gan in the evening of the garden... The old man walked side by side with his hands, and a rare smile appeared on his face: "Wanyan Aguda, who can bend and stretch, just created this Jin Kingdom. He began to think that you are weak in nature, can still maintain your achievements, and lack of boundaries. I just heard what you said, but I still have the temperament of a Jurchen in my bones..."

He looked at the sky in the distance with a faint black floating: "I am not afraid of wearing shoes barefoots. Didn't I, the Jurchens, come here like this? Now at worst, I can fight again. Did the Jurchens suffer less in the past? So I will never let others ride on their heads... It's very uncomfortable..."

"Who should the emperor think he should lead the army south?"

"The Zong looked to the south, you misunderstood too deeply... Let the Fourth Prince Wushu go. He has a good relationship with Zong Wangxiang. Maybe he can speak in front of the formation and let him come back."

When talking about Wanyan Zongwang, the old man couldn't help but sigh, "...I am old, Wanyan Jiemu and others are old, and there are very few people in the next generation of the Jin Dynasty who can fight. I really don't want to see such a picture... My Jurchens can still unite in the white mountains and black waters. For the throne of this colorful world, they have made brothers fight... I really don't know if your father will jump out of the coffin and scold you guys to death."

Wanyan Zong laughed embarrassedly.

"I don't care about a war, but I'll wait for the messenger to come back."

Zong Han was stunned for a moment, turned to look at him: "Have you sent someone?"

"Go!" Zong Gan kept a smile and nodded.

The stunned figure fell silent, then raised his head and stared at the other party, saying "You still want to kill Zongwang?"

"Do it all go... Zong Wang's death is the best choice for the Jin Kingdom." Over there, the eldest prince of the Jin Kingdom waved his hand indifferently, "However, it's mainly about warning and testing the Wu Dynasty..."

"After all, no one wants to be a soft persimmon for people to pinch..."

His smile was restrained and he became cold.

...

At this time, the most powerful man in the Wu Dynasty had already stepped onto the vast sea of ​​grass alone, and the cloudlessness of the shepherd's singing came loudly.
Chapter completed!