The world is rich and colorful.

In a huge place, time passes like a violent tide. Generations of people are born, grow up, and grow old. Civilizations are presented in a vast sea. Dynasties are swept away one after another. A nation revitalizes and declines, and millions of people live and die.

, condensed into a sentence to be read in a history book.

In a small place, everyone's life is a vast epic. Every second in this world, thousands of people seem to live insignificantly, but their thoughts and emotions are all...

Equally real and huge, some people are laughing and joyful, some are sad and crying, some are hysterical and angry, and some are silently sad... These emotions are like a hurricane and tsunami in the field, driving ordinary bodies to move forward in an ordinary way.

Every second in our world, if we use different perspectives and take different aspects, will be one huge and real narrative poem after another. The fate of countless people extends, cause and effect are intertwined, collide and separate. A broken road

Lines often produce strange results in unknown distances. Most of the time, these intertwined lines are chaotic but even, but at certain moments, we will see countless, huge lines heading in a certain direction.

Converge and collide.

On April 23rd, the first year of Wu Zhenxing's reign, the sunset outside Hanzhong City seemed to have been filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, revealing a scary gray-black color among the clouds. The sunset was not magnificent, it was just ordinary and in the

This ordinary appearance has been repeated countless times in the world.

When the city under the sunset was brought into view, the troops under his command were quickly gathering forward. Xiyin was riding on a war horse, and the sound of wind blew the hunting banners, mixed with the voices of people, and the huge battlefield began to turn from chaos to chaos.

Orderly, the air smells of horse manure and vomit.

The atmosphere of the battlefield was becoming familiar to him as always. After decades of fighting, the troops were ordered on the battlefield again and again. Amidst the numerous swords and guns, the soldiers' breathing showed a chilling and tenacious atmosphere. This was Wanyan

Xiyin felt familiar but also unfamiliar to the battle formation.

The speed at which the soldiers gathered and the energy exuding from the array allowed Xiyin to quickly understand the quality of the army in front of him. The Jurchen team was mature and terrifying under his command. In the past forty years, this team has cultivated such

After gaining strength, he never encountered an equal opponent again. But as the war progressed, he gradually realized the feeling he had many years ago:

At that time, the Jurchen warriors went into the battlefield with the feeling that there would be no tomorrow. They were fierce and fierce, but on the battlefield, they could not do what they do today. Aguda, Zonghan, Lou Shi, Zongwang, etc.

People were hysterical on the battlefield, risking everything. Every war was a crucial battle. They knew that the fate of the Jurchens was ahead, but they were not yet mature at the time and could not clearly understand the direction of fate.

They can only go all out and leave the remaining results to the supreme god.

They learned in the battle, gradually matured, and saw the direction of their destiny more and more clearly. In the later period of the battle to destroy Liao, they became more and more skilled in the use of the army, and their destiny was firmly in their hands -

- They have seen the whole world clearly. Xiyin and others who once admired Southern Sinology and respected the Wu Dynasty have gradually seen clearly the pros and cons of Confucianism. There is certainly something worthy of respect in it, but on the battlefield

, the Wu Dynasty was no longer able to resist the general trend of the world.

Today, the old people have been tempered and matured in the flames of war, and the army still maintains its sharp edge. However, in the few battles in front of him, Xi Yin seems to have seen traces of fate running away again. Although he can do his best

He kept going, but something unknown lay ahead. He had a vague premonition that he couldn't grasp the outcome of the matter.

Only one thing is certain: the battle in front of us will once again become the most critical battle, and the fate of the Jurchens lies ahead!

"...the Chinese army's position is five miles ahead...near the Reed Gate...the commander-in-chief's army is coming from the west, and now in the city..."

After disembarking, the army advanced slowly. The Jurchen general Zha La, who had been summoned from the city, was following Xiyin, reporting to him the battle situation in the past few days in as much detail as possible. Xiyin's eyes were cold and he listened quietly.

Almost as soon as he learned that the fighting to the west of Hanzhong had begun, Xiyin decisively gave up the encirclement and suppression of more than 3,000 Qixinhan troops near Xicheng County, and led more than 10,000 troops to quickly board ships and march westward along the Han River. He knew in his heart that

Before the great battle that would determine the future of the Jurchens, encircling and suppressing only three thousand people was not that important.

The first moment he got off the ship, he summoned the highest-ranking general in Hanzhong City at that time to understand the development of the situation. But the whole situation was beyond his expectation. Zong Han led 90,000 people, and among 20,000 people

Before the charge, they were almost beaten into mourning soldiers. Although Zong Han's tactics seemed powerful at first glance, Xi Yin understood that if he had the confidence to win on the frontal battlefield, why would Zong Han use such time-consuming and energy-consuming wheel tactics?

.

The two of them have been fighting together for almost a lifetime. He can understand how heroic and wise Zong Han is. If he really has a chance to move forward, he will not retreat. In other words, he can fight for more than forty years.

Zong Han was forced to this extent, which shows the strength of the Chinese army.

He killed Pu Cha on the banks of the Jialing River, and in the chaotic battle, almost killed all the middle and lower-level generals under his command, including Meng An Mouke.

That night, they attacked Zonghan's camp with less than 10,000 troops. When they fell into a trap, they managed to break out and then killed the pursuers to death.

For four days, Zong Han's army fought against Zong Han with barely 20,000 troops. In the end, it was Zong Han's team that showed defeat. Some of the defeated troops gathered towards Hanzhong. The opponent was actually able to defeat Zong Han with only a few hundred people.

How amazing is the desire to attack and the decision-making ability in small-scale battles to rob the South Gate of Hanzhong on a large scale?

“…how did they do it?”

As the war horse moved forward, Xiyin finally spoke.

"……ah?"

"When you come from the battlefield and have some thoughts about your enemies, what do you think...how did they do it?"

"... I don't know how humble and humble my position is... The Chinese army fought bravely. I heard that they... all retreated from the northwest back then. They have a deep hatred for my daughter. I think the inner demon bewitched them with magic, making them unable to be brave.

Fear of death..."

"..." Xiyin didn't look at him or speak. After a while, he asked, "How many iron cannons, ammunition and other items are left in the city?"

"It's a humble job... I can only give a rough estimate..."

"Wanyan Yuchi." Xiyin called the disciple's name directly without waiting for the report.

A middle-aged general in his early forties on the side came over and said, "The general is here."

"You can do three things on my behalf."

"yes."

"First, you bring a thousand people into the city to assist the officers and soldiers in the city and strengthen the defense of Hanzhong City. The Chinese army is attacking from the Reed Gate to the north. You arrange your manpower to guard the passages and city walls. If the city changes hands again, you and Cha

Same crime as stabbing."

"yes."

"The second thing is to count all the artillery, ammunition, crossbows, and horses in the city. Except for the manpower necessary to defend Hanzhong, I want you to organize the manpower and transport the materials to the battlefield outside the city before sunrise tomorrow. If you have enough manpower,

If it’s not enough, come here and ask for it.”

"yes."

"The third piece..." Xiyin on the war horse paused, but then his eyes swept across the pale sky and earth, and he said decisively: "The third piece, with sufficient manpower, gather in Hanzhong City

Residents and common people, drive them away and gather towards the Chinese Army position at Reed Gate in the south. If there is resistance, you can kill people and burn houses. Tomorrow morning, cooperate with the decisive battle outside the city and attack the Chinese Army position. You have to handle this matter."

On top of the war horse, Wanyan Yuchi accepted the order: "Yes." His eyes turned around hesitantly, but then he accepted the fact. In the situation where General Zong Han exhausted the Chinese army with 90,000 troops for four days

Next, Xiyin made the decision to fight head-on. This decisive decision may also be in response to the news that the leader of the Chinese Army, who is known as the inner demon, came out of Jianmen Pass.

——If it is delayed until a few days later, the inner demon will arrive, and things will become more lively and troublesome.

The two of them took the order and went.

The city wall in front spreads, and under the setting sun, the black flag of the Chinese Army is brought into view here. The blood stains and corpses on the ground outside the city wall show the bloody battle that broke out here not long ago. At this moment,

The front line of the Chinese Army is shrinking. On the far side of the Jin army, there are soldiers of the Chinese Army digging soil on the ground. Most of the figures have blood stains from the fight, and some of them are wrapped in bandages.

Facing Wanyan Xiyin's flag, most of them glanced this way and looked through the telescope. There was no fear in the postures of those figures, only the calmness to face the battle.

There are more than tens of millions of people in the world who have blood enemies with the Jurchens. But it has never been possible to face the Jin army with such an attitude.

They had been fighting for four days and even torn the army led by Zong Han into pieces.

How did they do it?

Do they still have any strength left?

Xiyin was thinking about all this in his mind.

For decades, they have walked through the battlefield, learned experience, gained lessons, and taken everything in this world into their eyes. In their hearts, every war and survival made them stronger. At this moment, Xi Yin will

Thinking of the countless wars on the battlefield, Aguda has passed away, Wu Qimai is dying, Zong Wang, Lou Shi, never lost their words, silver skills are good, pull away quickly... one after another generals passed through their lives.

, but at this moment, Zong Han and even Xi Yin were indeed at their strongest on the battlefield.

Decades have passed, and at this moment, he can still only go all out and leave his unknown fate to the supreme god.

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The city wall in Hanzhong is not majestic and majestic. It is an ordinary earth and stone city wall. The fields outside the city wall are green and yellow. The soldiers' clothes are mainly earth tones with green embellishments. The smell of blood is as unpleasant as ever.

Liu Muchia arrived outside Hanzhong City in the evening. After arriving with the company, he was arranged in a position along with the company members. Someone pointed to the east and told everyone: "Wanyan Xiyin is here. If there is a fight,

You'd better dig some traps ahead."

"Is it enough to dig a horse pit?" the squad leader asked the company commander for instructions.

"You are responsible for digging holes tonight, conserve your strength, and pay attention to rest. Whether you can sleep depends on the other party's wishes."

Fatigue and pain were gathering in the body, but within the tolerable limit. When his comrades talked about the Fifth Army breaking through Jianmen Pass, Liu Muchia raised his head and looked at the traces of the Jin soldiers in the east. Even though they were only among the Seventh Chinese Army,

As an ordinary soldier, he also knew that the decisive battle was coming.

So after dinner, he quietly began to dig a hole.

He is not afraid of Wanyan Zonghan, nor is he afraid of Wanyan Xiyin.

He is from the northwest, and the living environment in the northwest is rough. Therefore, he has lived in a world full of murderers, bandits, and liars since he was a child.

His family passed away very early. He didn’t have much emotion for his family, and similar situations were never rare in the northwest. After the Chinese army came to the northwest and won their first victory against Xixia, he went to Xiaocang River

, join the Black Flag Army, which is considered extremely vicious by the outside world, and "make a living".

The interior of the Chinese Army was a completely different environment from what the outside world suspected. He didn't know when he was assimilated. Perhaps it was the day after he joined Black Flag, when he collapsed from the fierce and excessive training.
To be continued...