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Amidst the continuous struggles and screams, Zhe Keqiu, already severely wounded, finally slumped, his head drooping, no longer moving. Chen Shiqun's loud laughter gradually became hoarse, and looking back, he saw a group of Mongols pushing captives off the high city walls of Fuzhou.

The entire city seemed to collapse and fall in this roar and flame.

Over the past few years, he had fought and maneuvered against Zhe Keqiu and his Western Army in this area. The surrounding scenery and the people living there had long been integrated into his heart, becoming part of his memory. Only now did he realize that from now on, all of this would be gone forever.

Just like his dead wife, daughters, and family.

Just like the fallen Central Plains and the Wu Dynasty.

He also knew at this moment that Emperor Zhou Yong had fled, and the Wu Dynasty had finally collapsed. Sometimes, people are caught in the tide of this earth-shattering change, and they cannot believe many of the changes. But at this moment, seeing the scene of the entire city being slaughtered, after confusion, he finally understood.

The earth-shattering change is vast and unstoppable. How could a mere Fuzhou be spared?

In that fierce wind and fire, the Khan King named Jamukha came over, his laughter heavy and bold. Tears welled up in Chen Shiqun's eyes as he raised his hands towards the figure and knelt down.

Behind him, his family was destroyed, his clan scattered long ago, the small Northwest had become a wasteland, and the Wu Dynasty's vast land was collapsing in blood and fire. History never looks back. At this moment, he could only adapt to this change and make the final choice he could make as a Han Chinese.

--To offer this world to the conquerors from the grasslands.

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While the insignificant Chen Shiqun made a terrifying choice in the neglected corner of the Northwest, the newly enthroned Crown Prince of the Wu Dynasty was betting the last national fortune of this dynasty that had lasted for more than two hundred years, making a desperate counterattack in Jiangning that shocked the world.

Outside Jiangning City on the seventh day of the ninth month, as more than 100,000 defending troops rushed out, the mutiny of the crowd erupted like a plague in the vast area spanning dozens of miles.

For more than two months of siege, the million surrendered troops were shrouded in the ruthless coldness of the Jurchens and the high pressure of being sent to the battlefield to die at any time. As more and more areas of the Wu Dynasty collapsed and surrendered, the surrendered troops of Jiangning had no way to revolt or escape, and could only wait for the judgment of fate in daily torment.

The new emperor of the Wu Dynasty ascended the throne, but could not save them from the abyss. But as the white flags of Zhou Yong's death were lowered, and the decisive dragon flag was raised on the seventh day, this signal of the last chance flashed through everyone's hearts.

Of course, this opportunity was not an opportunity to fight against the Jiangning defenders. The area where a million people were stationed was vast and remote. If a real fight broke out, it would probably take a whole day and night for many people to still be wandering on the periphery of the battlefield. However, with the appearance of the signal of war, various rumors swept the entire battlefield in almost half an hour. Then, with the thoughts and instigation of "taking the opportunity to escape" or "fighting them," it turned into an uncontrollable riot and erupted on the battlefield.

The soldiers, who were not even fully equipped with weapons, rushed out of the wooden walls surrounding them, rushing in different directions with various thoughts. Soon, they were engulfed by the mighty crowd and ran involuntarily.

The soldiers who rushed out of Jiangning City chased the edge of the surrendered troops, shouting and roaring, driving them to the west. On this day, the million people were more like sheep. Some lost their direction, and some kept advancing westward under the call of generals who still had blood.

The first batch of surrendered troops who approached the Jurchen barracks only chose to escape, and were then ruthlessly suppressed by Zongfu's troops. But soon after, the main force of the Zhenhai Army, led by Jun Wu and Han Shizhong, rushed up wave after wave. Zongfu was exasperated and defended his ground, but after noon, more and more Wu Dynasty surrendered troops rushed towards the flanks and rear of the Jurchen camp, desperately.

This was the last bit of bloodiness of the Wu Dynasty soldiers that had been encouraged. Wrapped in the tidal charge, it was constantly shaken and annihilated in the Jurchen's artillery fire. On the front line of the battlefield, the Zhenhai Army and the Jurchen's vanguard troops constantly clashed. Encouraged by Jun Wu, the Zhenhai Army even seemed to have the upper hand, pushing the Jurchen troops back again and again.

In the south of Jiangning City, Yue Fei led the Beiwei Army like a hungry wolf, cutting through the Central Plains Han army troops who were relatively loyal to the Jurchens with an almost crazy offensive. Then, with the huge pressure of the cavalry troops, he drove the Wu Dynasty surrendered troops towards Wanyan Zongfu. As for the third quarter of the afternoon on this day, the Beiwei Army cut through the tidal front line and extended the most fierce attack to Wanyan Zongfu's front.

At this point, Wanyan Zongfu's flank defense line was lost, and hundreds of thousands of Jurchen troops finally retreated to the west and south in an organized manner. The battlefield was full of blood, and I don't know how many Han Chinese died in this large-scale war...

...

In the rustling autumn wind, in the south of Jiangzhou City, when he saw the news of the great battle that had just arrived, Xiyin's hand holding the paper trembled slightly. He pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes became sharp.

Beside him, carts of grain and supplies were entering the city. The grain transport convoys coming from the south, under the escort of soldiers, extended almost endlessly.

Wanyan Qingjue, who had come to pay his respects, was waiting behind him. This little prince of the Jin Dynasty had made great contributions in the previous war, and had shed the image of a playboy with connections. Now he was also rushing to the Changsha area to lobby and instigate various forces in the surrounding area to surrender and send troops to Changsha.

Xiyin slowly read out the information on the intelligence report.

"...At the end of this battle, Zongfu's army retreated more than forty miles, and the troops led by Yue Fei, Han Shizhong, and others pursued all the way until late at night, with nearly 30,000 people killed, wounded, and missing... Waste." Xiyin slowly folded the paper. "I had already warned him about the Jiangning battle situation, not to treat the surrendered Han Chinese as human beings, or he would be backlashed sooner or later. The third son seems obedient, but he is actually extremely stupid. He dragged a million people to the battlefield, thinking he was humiliating this group of Han Chinese, and wanted to melt Jiangning into iron... If he didn't do such stupid things, Jiangning would have been finished."

Xiyin's words were spoken one word at a time, but Wanyan Qingjue knew that his teacher was in great anger. He pondered for a moment: "If that's the case, then the new Wu Dynasty emperor has broken the Jiangning crisis, and he's probably going to become a force to be reckoned with again? Should Master go back... and help those two..."

"He won't become a force to be reckoned with." Xiyin shook his head. "In the Jiangnan area, the surrenders have successively expressed their positions. The Wu Dynasty's decline is already a foregone conclusion, like an avalanche. Even if some places want to return to allegiance, Jiangning's small army can hardly be said to be able to defend it..."

"But that million Wu Dynasty troops..."

"A rabble of chickens and dogs. Not to mention whether they dare to accept them back when they want to return, the autumn harvest is over, and now most of the Jiangnan military grain is in my hands. Whether that new emperor can feed people after defending Jiangning for three months is a question. There's no need to worry about this matter. When Zongfu and Zongbi reorganize their forces, Jiangning will eventually not be able to be defended. That new emperor's only chance is to leave Jiangnan, leading Zongfu and Zongbi around in circles. If he wants to find a place to hold on to the death, he won't have this desperate opportunity next time." Xiyin paused, with two strands of uneven white hair fluttering in the mountain breeze. "What makes me sigh is that the fact that my Jurchen's combat power is declining and no longer what it used to be has finally been revealed by that group of spendthrifts. You watch, that Southwest general is good at propaganda, and the story of 120,000 Han troops defeating a million Jurchens is about to be told."

Wanyan Qingjue said: "But at this point, believing these rumors is no longer able to turn the tide. However, Master... the Wu Dynasty Han army has no morale to speak of. Even if millions of soldiers are sent to the Southwest this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to have much impact on the Black Flag Army. This disciple is worried..."

"Driving donkeys and taming eagles, each uses its own method." Xiyin shook his head. "Master has already said that Zongfu's opinion is wrong, how can I be as stupid as him? The Jiangnan land is vast, and everyone seeks to protect themselves after the Wu Dynasty is destroyed. In the future, my Great Jin will reside in the north, and our reach will be limited. Rather than spending great effort to force them to death, it's better to let the various warlords divide and occupy the area, and let them kill each other. For the war in the Southwest, I will treat everyone fairly, with clear rewards and punishments. As long as they can play a certain role on the battlefield, I will not be stingy with rewards. You, ah, don't rely on the fact that you are nobles of the Great Jin and look down on others. You must know that a dog that obeys is much more useful than a dog that resents you."

Wanyan Qingjue bowed: "Teacher's teachings, Qingjue will remember them in his heart and never forget them."

Xiyin waved his hand: "Alright, go. Be careful in everything you do when you go to Changsha this time. I heard that several batches of the Xia Army have already gone there. Your identity is noble, so pay attention to protecting yourself when you take action."

"Please rest assured, Master. In the past few years, Qingjue has not had the slightest contempt or arrogance towards the Xia Army. This time, I will definitely not fail the emperor's mission... As for the several batches of Xia Army people, Qingjue is also ready to meet them!"

He spoke these words, and soon after, he bid farewell and left under Xiyin's gaze. He led a cavalry team of thousands of people away from Jiangzhou and embarked on his journey. Not long after, on the other side of the mountains, he saw the traces of Yin Shuke leading a large army to transfer. In those undulating mountains, the continuous army and battle flags extended all the way, like a surging iron torrent.

This was the heroic spirit of the Jurchens swallowing the world on their road to rise. Wanyan Qingjue watched from afar, filled with pride in his heart. He knew that the older generation would slowly pass away, and soon the responsibility of guarding this country would fall on their shoulders. At this moment, he felt proud that he could still see this heroic scene.

The surging army advanced westward.

...

West of Chengdu, hundreds of miles away, is the high and continuous Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, now known as Tubo.

Tubo has a long history. Throughout its history, various nomadic tribes have been fighting and killing each other. Since the Tang Dynasty, there has been a brief period of unification under the hands of several kings such as Songtsen Gampo. But soon after, it fell into division again. The various princes on the plateau divided and fought, sometimes uniting and sometimes separating, and have not yet recovered the glory of the late Tang Dynasty.

Located at the southern end of Tubo, Da Yang is a medium-sized tribe—it naturally had its prosperous times—but it has gradually declined in the past hundred years. Decades ago, a man pursuing the ultimate state of knife mastery once traveled the plateau and established a deep friendship with the then leader of the Da Yang tribe. This man was Liu Dabiao, the master of Badao Village (Overlord Saber Village).

The Da Yang tribe, which controlled a large open-pit iron mine, had close ties with Badao Village after that, and once established a very reliable channel for the smuggling of private goods. Later, during the Fang La uprising, many weapons were also secretly transported from Tubo. However, with the failure of the Yongle Dynasty uprising, the power of Badao Village fell into a low ebb. The Da Yang tribe in Tubo was also invaded by several nearby tribes, and within a few years, it was almost annexed and removed from the map.

On the eve of the Xiaocang River Battle, Ning Yi transferred the troops of Badao Village thousands of miles to Da Yang to stabilize the situation. Later, when the Hua Xia Army retreated south, some elite troops were invested in Da Yang by Ning Yi, on the one hand to protect Da Yang's precious iron ore, and on the other hand to further train troops in a closed environment. Later, more than 20,000 healthy and strong soldiers with strong wills entered this area. They first defeated several nearby Tubo tribes, and then settled down on the plateau.

In the previous few years, the Da Yang tribe suffered attacks and conquests from various parties nearby, and almost all the young men in the tribe had been killed or injured. However, the folk customs on the plateau were fierce, and no one even proposed the idea of surrendering before the men in the tribe were all dead. When the Hua Xia Army came, they faced a large number of women and children left in the Da Yang tribe. In order to survive, the tribes on the plateau also hoped that the young soldiers of the Hua Xia Army would start families, so the two sides combined. Thus, the soldiers of the Hua Xia Army replaced most of the men of the Da Yang tribe, gradually merging the two sides together.

Over the years, the soldiers of the Hua Xia Army have tempered their bodies and wills on the plateau. They galloped on the plains and patrolled the snow peaks. Batches of soldiers were required to cooperate and survive in the most severe environments. What was used to temper their thinking was the constantly mentioned Battle of Xiaocang River, the tragedy of the Han people in the north and the Central Plains, the humiliation brought by the Jurchens wreaking havoc in the world, and the glory of killing out of Heden County and into the Chengdu Plain.

Compared to Heden County's large-scale training of administrative members, on this plateau, this Black Flag Army led by Qin Shaoqian was more focused on tempering everything they were born for combat, tempering the soldiers' bodies and wills into the most ferocious and deadly steel every day.

And among them, what could bring them comfort was the warmth brought by the wives and children of the soldiers who had already started families; the second was the towering Xiaocang River Battle Monument in Da Yang's Hua Xia Army Square, which buried the ashes of thousands of heroes. Every day, the black monument silently overlooked everyone, reminding them of the tragic past and the mission they carried.

On this day, the low horn sounded on the plateau.

The soldiers returned from the high snow peaks and from the training fields, hugging their wives and children with tears in their eyes. They began to gather in the square of the military camp, and placed some objects containing memories of the past in front of the huge monument: the bloody clothes, bandages, personal armor, and broken blades of the brothers who had died...

This was the army's requirement for them when they all came to the plateau. Each soldier had to bring one thing, remember the Xiaocang River, and remember the bloody battle of the past.

"...When one day, you put down these things, we will walk out of here and demand all the blood debts from those enemies."

Many things were put down one after another. Eagles flew across the high sky, and under the sky, rows of solemn phalanxes silently took shape. Their straight figures were almost identical, as straight as steel.

Qin Shaoqian walked onto the high platform.

"...The Jurchens destroyed the Wu Dynasty and are about to enter Chengdu... Nikan Wailan is coming!" His voice spread far across the plateau, echoing under the sky. In the not-high sky, clouds were gathering with the sound. But no one paid attention, and the sound of people was spreading across the earth.

"Everyone!" The voice echoed, "The time..."

"--Has come!"

After that voice fell, there was a thunderous roar that shook the plateau, like the Yulong (Jade Dragon Snow Mountain) frozen for thousands of years beginning to disintegrate.

On this day, the Seventh Army of Hua Xia began to leap out of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

...

More than a hundred miles away from the Hua Xia Army's station, Guo Yaoshi received news of the Da Yang's anomaly.

The surroundings were silent. He walked out of the tent. The oxygen-deficient environment on the plateau seemed to make him feel oppressed. The vast wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see, and quiet, low, and heavy clouds hung quietly in the sky.

A trembling emotion began at the tailbone, spreading upwards inch by inch.

He knew that a huge storm that had nothing to do with the plateau was about to blow...

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