As the saying goes, when you look at the mountains and run to death, they see Guancheng from afar. Because the pass is so narrow and tall, you can see it from a distance. When you really run, you will run for half an hour before you can get close to Guancheng.

At this moment, the snow was getting heavier and snowflakes were floating on everyone's body. At first, they could still beat them. When the snowflakes fell more and more densely, everyone simply ignored them and let them float.

The soldiers who were about to start and open the door, and more than a thousand people walked in, their hair and beards and robes were white. The Jurchens were better. The Han officials were already stiff all over, and their faces were blue and purple, which was difficult to support.

Everyone was about to close the door. As soon as they saw dozens of fires rising on the playground outside the city gate. The flames reflected in the dark night. The snowflakes falling from the sky seemed to be afraid of the heat emitted by the fire. They jumped around the light and floated away in an instant, not daring to get close.

The soldiers cheered loudly and wanted to rush to the fire immediately to cook. Although they grew up in the north, they lived in the Han people for most of the years, and their cold resistance skills had already deteriorated.

However, Wanyanhuo's women were extremely strict in governing the army. Without the orders of Shangguan, how could the soldiers below dare to move?

Seeing the officers and soldiers below looking at her one by one, Wanyan Huowoo was surprised that the soldiers guarding the pass actually thought about raising the fire, but she didn't care about it. She coughed and ordered, "What are you looking at? First, fasten the horse, and then pat the snow and burn the fire!"

He ignored the soldiers' cheers and turned over and dismounted. While asking two personal soldiers to slap the snow on his body, he took the towels from the hundred households guarding the gates, wiped them a few times on his face, and smiled at the hundred households, "I've been born to you, I'll wait until this time."

The Baihu also smiled and said, "What's the hard work of this? You rushed back from Shaanxi to Shangjing without stopping. Isn't it even harder?"

While the two were talking, they smelled the aroma of wine and food. Wanyan Huo's girl turned her head and saw a small house next to several fires not far away. The lights in the house were vaguely lit. Several tables were neatly placed, and the wine and food were displayed on it. The aroma of wine and meat was obviously coming from there.

He couldn't help but be overjoyed, patted the hundred-household shoulders and smiled, "It's rare that you think so thoughtful. It's okay to raise the fire, but you've even arranged the wine and food."

The Baihu looked embarrassed and smiled reluctantly, "This is not my credit, I dare not be greedy for me."

Wanyan Huo's girl said in surprise: "Who is that?"

Before the hundred households could answer, several figures gradually approached in the darkness. When someone heard him, he replied before the hundred households: "These are all my arrangements, and I can't say whether they have any credit."

Wanyanhuo's girl's eyes slanted and said, "Who are you?"

Before he finished speaking, he woke up and quickly stepped forward a few steps forward, held the person who was talking, and smiled and said, "It turns out to be my father."

What he supported was Wanyan Loushi.

This Jurchen household looked haggard and looked haggard. Walking in the snow and ice, although she was wearing a thick fur coat, she still looked very thin and thin.

He looked at his son, and a few rays of blood rose on his pale face. He was about to speak, but he coughed again.

Wanyan Huo's woman was very anxious and quickly tapped on his back. When he calmed down a little, she said, "You are in poor health in this cold day, why are you going outside to do it?"

He thought his father came for himself, and was ashamed and anxious, and then said, "I am used to traveling from south to north, so why bother my father? He wants to come here from Shanzhou."

Wanyan Loushi looked at him and moved his throat. After a while, he said, "I'm not here for you, but for the Han officials. I will not go there anymore in Shanzhou, and even Tongguan has not been living for a long time."

Wanyanhuo's woman was shocked and hurriedly said, "Did the Song people attack? Alas, we are a little confused about defending the city and have few troops. But father, I don't think you have to worry about it. When the spring is warm and the war horses are fattened, we will fight with the Song people again, so we will not worry about the uncertainty of Guan and Shaanxi. If it is difficult to fight in the west, we will still attack the south, drive Zhao Gou to the sea, and seize their wealth in Jiangnan. See how many days Zhao Huan can jump around!"

They said as they said, and in a short while they had approached the cottage to place wine and meals.

A stove was raised next to the wooden walls in the four corners of the room. Although the door was wide open, because there were bonfires nearby, and the indoor fires were attacked inside and outside, not only did it not bother the cold, but it was hot.

Wanyan Huo's girl helped her father sit down. After a while, the remaining snow on her body melted, turning into ice water and running water on her neck.

He felt hot and cold inside his clothes, so he quickly took off his coat outside and looked at his father again, but he saw his face becoming more and more ugly.

He knew that his father had tuberculosis and it was difficult to treat. The heat was better. It was hard to support it in the cold winter. Before leaving Shaanxi, he had asked many Chinese doctors and asked tribe witch doctors to pray. All these things had little effect. According to many inferred that it was difficult for Wanyan Loushi to survive the dead winter.

Thinking of this, he felt very sad when he saw his father's face look ugly again. However, they were both generals of the country and were talking about official business at this time, and it was hard to say too many family affairs. When his father's face improved a little, he asked again: "Father, what do you mean just now? My son still doesn't understand?"

Wanyan Loushi ignored him first and just ordered someone: "Go and invite those Han officials to the room, and I will put wine to welcome them."

Wanyanhuo's woman said angrily: "Father, you came here not for me, or for me, but for these dirty and incompetent officials? What is this? What does it mean!"

"What do you know? The article here is very deep, please read it slowly!"

"How can my son understand if his father doesn't explain it clearly?"

"Okay, let me ask you first, the two emperors of the Song Dynasty are now standing together, and we are defeated in the west, and the southeast is cowardly and incompetent. What should we do? What should we do next step?"

Wanyan Huo's daughter was stunned, but she didn't expect that her father would suddenly throw out such a big question and let him answer it.

He paused a little and immediately replied: "Zhao Gou is cowardly and incompetent, so we will naturally continue to attack him. In my opinion, the current elite of the Song army is in the west, and the ministers in charge of the battle are also in the west, and the southeast are all Wang Huang people. Zhao Gou is also a useless emperor. If you can fight the army, can Liu Guangshi and Han Shizhong be able to be an opponent. We only need to go south, destroy their southeast court, and cut off the supply in the west, and then we are afraid that we will not defeat a mere Zhao Huan?"

As a senior officer of the Jurchen tribe, he was also aware of the evolution of the world. He did not despise the Western Army of the Song Dynasty as ordinary Jurchen officers, but felt that after Fuping was defeated, he might really be unable to do anything to the other party in a while. Then Zhao Gou was cowardly and did not have the main force of the Song army in the southeast. He went south with all his strength to destroy the power of the Song Dynasty in the south, and then turned west.

This idea is not only his, but also the opinions of many people in the senior Jurchens.

Wanyan Loushi first closed his eyes and rested without saying anything, but just listened to his son with his face. After he finished speaking, he paused and sighed, shaking his head.

After a while, Fang said, "Son, you have to think more about it when encountering problems. To win the world, just by force, you must have wisdom and strategy."

He stared blankly at the Jurchen soldiers who were burning fire outside for a while, listened to them laughing and talking, and then continued: "Besides, the Jurchens are becoming increasingly unable to fight, which is far different from when we were in the tribe."

Wanyan Huo’s daughter was dissatisfied. Looking at her subordinates, she was still an elite Jurchen leader. Her morale and military discipline were indeed far different from before. Although she wanted to argue, she just opened her mouth but couldn’t speak.

Wanyan Loushi stood up and finally smiled, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "You are not a fool, you will understand. What kind of alliances do they have with the Han people? Good son, we Jurchens are not just good at playing swords and guns. I have been thinking for a long time in the past two months, and finally discussed with several princes and decided to make plans to let them fight in their own nests and fight against each other. We Jurchens can differentiate and use them with half the effort!"

He stood in front of the door, felt the heat around him, and reached out to take a cold snowflake. Looking at the group of Han officials who were guided over, his face was full of loneliness.
Chapter completed!