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Looking around, the field of vision is still filled with white snow, and the sunlight shines down from above the thick clouds. Search: \(¨Complete¨Book¨Website¨) to read high-quality literature for free. In the evening, the weather rarely cleared up for a while.

The city walls of Linzhou are not considered high, but after a round of repairs in the second half of last year, they are still quite a solid line of defense. On the northern city wall, black flags are fluttering in the cold wind. Soldiers of the Chinese Army are moving up and down, carrying various siege equipment. Huyan Zhuo is running on the city wall, occasionally lending a hand to the soldiers carrying cannons, adjusting them, or directing the company commanders below to enter their responsible sections, with a stern look on his face.

Huyan Zhuo had served as a general during the Wu Dynasty. Now, in the Chinese Army, he holds the position of regimental commander. Many of those who came down from Liangshan originally had proud personalities, but facing the soldiers under his command today, Huyan Zhuo doesn't feel much arrogance in his heart.

On one hand, the Chinese Army has strict military regulations, which are reflected in the training. After experiencing the strong combat power that comes from this, Huyan Zhuo, as a general, greatly admires these regulations. On the other hand, more than half of this team under Zhu Biao's banner today are veterans who have experienced the battles of the Northwest and Xiaocang River. Ten years of sharpening makes a sword. Although Huyan Zhuo was once an old-fashioned general, he has respect in his heart for the experiences of many soldiers.

Although these more than ten thousand people have been hidden in the Liangshan Marsh for several years, their development and training in artillery and other things are not as skilled as the Chinese Army in the Southwest. However, in the years of war with the Jurchens, being able to face the Jin army without defeat, and surviving the battle of Xiaocang River, there are only these ten thousand people north of the Yellow River, and no more.

At this time, just the orderly preparations on the city wall can show the morale and iron blood of each soldier.

Xu Chunyi, the garrison general of Linzhou, was also shocked when he saw that scene on the city wall. At this time, Guan Sheng had already come over and pulled him to a military meeting: "By the way, General Xu, Shuliesu is here. Our two armies will soon be fighting side by side. Since we are allied forces, we must get to know each other. Tonight, our Chinese Army will hold a mobilization meeting, and there will be some activities to share grievances and open hearts. I told them when I came that I would borrow your army's parade ground. It would be best if the brothers under your command could also participate..."

"Share grievances and open hearts..."

"Oh, it's just sitting down and chatting with each other after dinner, talking about family matters. Although it's only once, and it doesn't necessarily lead to familiarity, it's always a good thing for the soldiers to get to know each other."

"Of course, this is possible..."

"Good, General Xu agreed. Small matter, Xiao Sun, you go and arrange it." Guan Sheng turned his head and said to a deputy, then turned back: "The meeting of everyone later is the real big deal..."

"However... if the mobilization meeting is held together, I'm afraid the place won't be big enough, and..."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I said, it's just to get to know each other. It's okay to separate during the mobilization meeting. I want to discuss with you first, the Jurchens' intentions this time..."

...

Between the forests, warhorses are panting white air, whistling and intersecting. The sound of weapons is accompanied by the roar of human bodies falling to the ground, shoveling up high piles of snow that splash and fly. Lu Junyi rushes out, running on the snow, with the spear in his hand nailed to the ground, dragging the corpse away, and then suddenly pulling it out.

Red and white are intertwined. The sound of hooves on the opposite side has quickly closed the distance. The Jurchen knight on horseback wields his steel saber and slashes down. In front of that galloping horse, Lu Junyi's body sways, and a large spear seems to disappear silently behind him. The next moment, the spearhead bursts out from the other side of his body.

This is a style in the *huima qiang* (returning horse spear technique). The spearhead howls and rushes into the sky, and the snow marks explode. The neck of the warhorse is shaved open by the spearhead under the huge impact, and then the sharp blade pierces the chest of the Jurchen knight, soaring into the sky. The warhorse falls to the ground in the snow while running, and the knight rolls on the snow. When he stands up, there is already a shocking scar on his chest. Lu Junyi has already pounced on him, pressing this equally tall Jurchen scout down in the snow, and cutting off his throat with a wave of his hand.

He killed two skilled Jurchen scouts in the blink of an eye, quickly searched for a while, and then went to lead back his mount, passing through the trees in the snow, and quickly heading towards the top of the mountain.

Once the top spearman in Hebei, Lu Yuanwai is now forty-six years old. After joining the Chinese Army, Lu Junyi's initial idea was to serve as a general and lead troops to fight, but later, he and Yan Qing were arranged by Ning Yi in the special operations team as instructors. When Li Shishi traveled to the Central Plains, he and Yan Qing followed, secretly responsible for many secret missions. When the war in the Central Plains started this time, he joined Zhu Biao to help, also serving as a scout. As the Jurchens broke camp, Lu Junyi also rushed to the front line as soon as possible.

After killing the two Jurchen scouts he happened to meet, Lu Junyi went to the top of the mountain. On the road on the other side of the mountain, the continuous banners and queues appeared in his field of vision. Lu Junyi picked up his telescope and carefully recorded the characteristics and possible flaws of each team...

More than 36,000 Jurchen troops, nearly 40,000 Han troops following them, a mighty army of more than 70,000 people marched south. Lu Junyi followed all the way. During this time, there were occasional pursuits and killings. At night, he and his companions gathered in a cave in the mountains to rest. In the night sky, Jurchen falcons flew past.

The game of life and death, the intersection of iron and blood. Relatively speaking, many scenes more than ten years ago were like child's play.

...

"...The Jurchen team that came this time, according to the intelligence sent back from the front, is accurately about 75,000. Half of them are Shuliesu's direct elite. This team followed Aguda to conquer the world. Although they are different now, they are not much different. Their main idea this time is either to defeat us or to besiege us. We will not allow either..."

"...But at the same time, we cannot retreat. If we retreat, Weisheng will not be able to hold on either. So, we have to fight, preferably to hurt them badly, but we don't need to seek victory too much. A beautiful defense is not difficult. We have 10,000 from the Chinese Army here, and General Xu has more than 23,000 brothers under his command. Before we came, Wang Juyun had already mobilized the *Ming Wang* Army under his command to help. The main force of the *Ming Wang* Army is nearly 30,000, and there are 20,000 newly expanded troops. Well, in terms of numbers, we still have the advantage, haha, so what are we afraid of..."

In the warm room, the meeting of the commanders-in-chief has been going on. Guan Sheng pulled Xu Chunyi to sit together, discussing the various divisions and cooperation issues between the two sides. The name of the Chinese Army is too big, and Xu Chunyi did not have too many insistence on military matters. However, as the meeting progressed, he gradually heard the sounds outside, and became suspicious.

"Kill the Jurchen dogs!"

"...Kill the Jurchen dogs!"

"We are also human!"

"...Also human—"

Sounds like these occasionally came, which sounded a bit ridiculous at first, but as the number of people joining increased, the sound wave became a bit alarming. Xu Chunyi occasionally asked Guan Sheng: "This is..."

"Oh, it's okay, everyone is opening their hearts together, it sounds very enthusiastic. Let's talk about the problems on the south gate. I have some ideas..."

Outside, in the army's parade ground, the huge square was divided into areas. The Chinese Army soldiers were the first to gather, and then the defending army soldiers who had eaten dinner also came to watch the excitement. People went up to the venue from time to time, talking about the stories that had happened to them, some about the war in the Northwest, talking about how it was already a wasteland, some participated in the three-year battle of Xiaocang River, talking about their first thoughts about killing Jurchens, and some were from the Central Plains, talking about the tragic scene after the Jurchens repeatedly killed them.

Someone started crying while talking, first one person, then a group of people. The defending army soldiers were also called up. Although they stuttered, in such a world, everyone generally had the same suffering, especially those who were forced to become soldiers. Whose family did not have a few wronged souls who died unjustly?

Wang Shanyue also learned from this kind of "recollection of bitterness and sweetness" meeting, but it was naturally initiated by the Chinese Army in the beginning. In this age, no one cares about the people living in hardship, and everyone is used to the many sufferings. The shame of Jingping, even the emperor, concubines, ministers' families, and other nobles suffered such hardships. If one or two people in ordinary families were killed by the Jurchens, no one would listen to their complaints. For some people, at such a gathering, stuttering on the stage about the tragedy of their own family, and having someone listen, is the first time in their lives that they discover that they also have personality and dignity.

Occasionally, when Chinese soldiers took the stage to talk about how to kill Jurchens, there were waves of hysterical shouts in the crowd, and some people even fainted from crying.

When Xu Chunyi and others finished the meeting and came out with Guan Sheng, the whole scene was almost boiling. Guan Sheng put his arm around Xu Chunyi's shoulder.

"General Xu, Prince Jin trusted you when he was alive. He is gone now, and we also trust you. To avenge Prince Jin, bite off a piece of Jurchen's flesh, and fight here. Our two armies advance together and retreat together, and are truly one. From today onwards, please take care of us!"

Xu Chunyi looked solemn, then raised his hands and cupped them heavily.

The boiling night did not gradually subside until I don't know when. The long darkness passed, and the next day dawned. The eastern sky released a gorgeous morning glow. Soldiers changed shifts, climbed the city wall, and waited for the arrival of the Jurchen army in the changing light.

On the sixth day of the second lunar month, at noon, the Jurchen banners spread towards Linzhou City and appeared in everyone's field of vision. Shuliesu's flag was waving. On the city wall of Linzhou, some veteran soldiers of the Chinese Army clenched the steel sabers in their hands or grabbed the bluestone on the wall, their eyes fierce, and gritted their teeth.

In the eyes of the nearby defending army, the killing intent soared into the sky. Over the years, they had never seen an army that could emit this kind of tragic atmosphere, as if they wanted to rush out of the city to fight rather than defend to the death, when facing a Jurchen general like Shuliesu.

What these people didn't know, however, was that in June of Jianshuo Five, Shuliesu led his army to participate in the siege of Xiaocang River. After half a year of defending to the death, Xiaocang River breached the dam at the mouth of the valley, and the Qingmu Stockade and Xiaocang River troops bravely broke through. Although not long after that, Ning Yi led an army of 20,000 into Yanzhou and killed Ci Bushi to regain a city, in the eyes of many Chinese soldiers, Shuliesu was also a great enemy whose hands were stained with the blood of their brothers.

The glimpse in the snow at the beginning of the year, both sides restrained the urge to rush up, what seemed to outsiders to be a generous and heroic conversation, was for the parties involved a choice made in a state of mind where they truly wanted each other dead. And at this time, no one had to retreat.

The clouds in the sky changed shape and quickly rolled past.

Linzhou, the war drums roared.

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