The cavalry of the brigade ran on the plains of the northern country, with bright battle flags waving in the wind, and the hard horse's hooves trampled on the hard soil of winter, making waves of dull and dull sounds.

"Okay, stay."

The officer who led the lead was a Jurchen Mengan. He wore a black and white mink hat on his head neatly and his robes were very tightly tied. Although he was running for a long distance, he was not messy at all.

After he stopped the team, he turned around and looked at the team that was far behind him. It was too far away and could not see clearly. He smiled silently, first tidied up the dark yellow beard on his chin, and then jumped off his horse.

He wanted to stretch his body, but he couldn't do this in front of his subordinates. He had to forcefully suppress it, press his hands on his waist, and watch hundreds of cavalry dismount.

He didn't need his instructions, and some experienced officers urged him. The cavalry immediately pulled the horses, sorted out the buckles, fed the grass, took out the skins, took out the dry food, and ate with cold water.

After a while, the small team that was behind finally caught up.

In addition to most of the Jurchen cavalry, this group of people also had more than ten Han officials who were double-teamed by the Jurchen cavalry. Although they were wearing official uniforms, their hats were crooked and their robes were not neat, and they were extremely embarrassed.

The Jurchen Meng'an looked sarcastic and waved his hand and said, "Come, send them food and felt, so that they can rest for a while."

Several Jurchen soldiers followed the order and helped the group of Han officials down one by one, delivered slightly more refined meals, and spread felt on the ground to let them sit on it and rest.

A Jurchen family stood aside, and they were only angry. After a while, they shouted to Na Mengan angrily: "How can Hangou show that he is more noble than our Jurchens?"

He took the lead and shouted, and the other officials also shouted: "That's right, I don't know what the princes above think. They didn't say anything, but they still tried their best to take care of them along the way, and they held them as great men. When did we Jurchens get this anger!"

The name of the Jurchen Wanhuo Nu is Wanyan Huo Nu. His father Wanyan Loushi was a Jin Dynasty Wanhu, and he was also a garrison in Shaanxi, Huazhou and Tongguan. He was known for his wisdom and strategy among the Jin Dynasty generals. Although he was only one Wanhu, his influence in the upper class of the Jurchen far exceeded his official position.

This time, the release of Han officials back to the south was originally because Wanyan Loushi insisted on it, and convinced Zongfu, Zonghan, Zongwo, Wanyan Xiyin and other senior officials in turn. Then he reported that Emperor Wu Qimai was finally approved and carefully selected these more than ten people from the imprisoned Han officials and released them back to the Southern Dynasty.

Wanyan Huo's daughter did not agree with her father's opinion, but he was very wise and very dissatisfied. Although she was very dissatisfied, she was unwilling to say anything more to others. He was his father's eldest son. The Jurchen did not establish a full official system at this time, and it was common for the father to die and his son to succeed him. Now Wanyan's condition has worsened and he may not be able to get sick at any time. At this moment, he does not want to anger his father.

Hearing his subordinates complain, he just replied lightly: "The people in this matter have their own opinions. We are just ordered to do things, saying so many complaints, why do we do it."

He knew that his subordinates were so chaotic, so he pointed at himself and told his father about the pros and cons. After stopping everyone, he finally said: "I will talk to my father about this matter, but if it can be done, I have to say it again."

The officers said happily: "It's still wise. Although the old Wanhu is like a god, he is old. I heard that this time, only a small group of people were released, and then a large number of people were released. How could this happen? We were defeated in Fuping, and there were many Han people in the north who were dissatisfied. If we give in, how could we, the Jurchens, speak straight in the future!"

Although the other party was a little disrespectful to his father, Wanyan Huo Nu also thought that the other party's words were very correct and completely the same as his thoughts. He looked gloomy and sighed involuntarily. He had no choice but to convince his stubborn father.

After a long rest, this place was not far from Tongguan. At the order of Wanyan Huo's woman, everyone turned over again.

This time the brigade did not go first, but surrounded the Han officials in the formation and headed towards Tongguan.

It was already the early spring of the fifth year of Jingkang. Just after the New Year, this group of Jurchens set off from Guanshan and rushed to Shangjing to receive the order. They had not had a good life for a year, so they were driven back from Shangjing again, which was naturally full of resentment.

They didn't care what Shangguan thought, but just kept cursing and complaining about the hard work of rushing, and didn't even have a mouthful of hot food and hot water, let alone fine wine and food.

The rise of curses pointed to the group of Han officials in the middle. The Jurchens were swearing in a row, and they scolded the other party’s ancestors for eight generations before they were satisfied.

An old Han official was so scared that his face was pale. It was originally difficult to bear to ride a horse for a long distance. Although the Jin soldiers did not beat him along the way, they never spoke out. The old man was so scared that he was frightened that he was afraid that someone would curse him one day, so he dragged him off the horse and slashed him with one knife.

He trembled, lowered his voice, and asked a young official beside him: "Mr. Qin, do they just call me, are they malicious?"

The young official was Qin Hui, the famous man in later generations. At this time, his face was gloomy and he gritted his teeth and replied, "They are scolding us with swear words, and they also say that the superiors should not treat us well."

His eyes were full of maliciousness, he glanced at the other party with disgust, and whispered: "There are a few particularly fierce people who said they wanted to find an opportunity to kill us."

The old man said "ah", his beard shook, his face cramped, and he almost fell off his horse.

Qin Hui laughed in his stomach. He finally vented his anger these days. He knew that he could not do too much, and immediately he let out another sentence to comfort the old man.

There was nothing to say at the moment, the weather was gloomy and the north wind was shaking. Seeing that it was about to snow, Wanyan Huo, the woman who led the team, was anxious and sent someone to encourage the group of officials, asking them not to fall behind this time and to follow the team desperately.

The Han officials also knew that the weather was about to change. When they thought of staying up late in the wilderness or rushing in the snow, they were all cold and grim. Although many of them had their legs worn out, the horses were so painful that they could not care about it at this time, so they had to fight for their lives to rush.

Fortunately, everyone knew that Tongguan was close to him. It was better to work harder than to endure the hardship in the snow. Everyone cheered up and fought desperately, but they did not lose much with the Jurchen brigade.

Wanyanhuo's women looked at each other from time to time, and saw the Han officials grinning and looking miserable, but they couldn't help laughing.

They started rushing to the road at Xiangwu. In just over an hour, the sky was getting darker, and snowflakes fell like gold and jade in the sky. After a while, everyone's eyebrows, eyes and hair turned snow white.

The cold wind slapped the face, the snowflakes were cold, and everyone was feeling distressed, but they heard someone shouting not far away: "Here, there are lights in front of you."

This little cold, Wanyan Huo girl grew up in the northern country since she was a child. She didn't think anything at all. She had enjoyed some wealth over the years, but she couldn't stand it. At this time, she was also happy when she heard people shouting. She immediately took a small slope and looked at it. She saw a few lanterns swaying in the wind not far away. Although she couldn't see clearly, she knew that Guancheng must be ahead.

He was delighted and thought to himself: "I'll order someone to burn the fire pit, kill a sheep, and drink a few pots of yellow wine to get rid of the cold."

Thinking of this, I felt a rumbling sound in my stomach, and my hunger and fire rose, and I could no longer bear it.

He immediately shouted: "Everyone, hurry up and get in the city for a rest."
Chapter completed!