Pokemon Sato

To the north of Bianliang, there are distant mountains and woods.

Several figures were walking and hiding in the dawn. They all had knives and guns in their hands. They didn't look like ordinary people. The leader was an old man with a beard stained with dried blood.

At this time, on the earth, in the mountains and forests, the villages around Bianliang had been destroyed by the Jurchens. The earth was full of uncollected corpses, and the dark red dried blood and soil mixed into a strange color. They came all the way from the north. Everywhere they passed, more and more corpses were spread out in their field of vision, and they continued to spread. There were more and more corpses, old people, children, and naked ones.

"This is not far from the Jurchen military camp...and further ahead is Bianliang."

"Looking at the situation, it seems that the Jurchens have not broken Bianliang... Do you want to go to the city and have a look."

"Let's ask Master Zhou." The man who spoke then looked at the old man squatting in front of him a few steps away.

The old man looked at the corpses on the ground without moving, with a look of pain on his old face. For a moment, his Adam's apple rolled, desolation and sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he shook his head.

"There are still many people in the village waiting for life-saving food... We came out just to look for it... and then go back. Over in Bianliang, we saved a few more people... It depends on how capable a person is. Do great things."

He looked in the direction of Bianliang, and then gave up his original plan. Originally, he traveled around the world just to advance his martial arts a step further, but soon the Jurchens went south to the Wu Dynasty and attacked them with overwhelming force. He followed his heart and killed many Jurchen scouts along the way, and also saved many old and weak people on the battlefield. Women and children.

And now, he couldn't leave even more. In such an environment, he taught a few young people rough kung fu and went around the Jurchen scouts' areas to find some food to take back. After all, the hundreds of people had almost all the bark and grass roots in the surrounding area. Eat them all...If you don't go further, people will die in the village.

Oh my God! Don’t give people any way to survive!

The old man's eyes moved and he saw a child's body caught in a crack in a stone not far away. Maggots had grown out of it. He opened his mouth slightly and shouted silently.

"Master Zhou, look over there, there are Jurchens!" Someone lowered his voice and pointed to a tree not far ahead.

The morning light spread and illuminated his sight. The old man's eyes narrowed. A Jurchen scout was wandering over there. There seemed to be a person on the horse. Then he put it on the ground and began to take off his pants...

"Save—"

The old man's deep voice was like thunder. The moment the voice came out, the figure suddenly rushed out from the pile of rocks. Before the other people around him could react, the old man's fist had already hit him.

In their sight, the Jurchen scout was like a kite with a broken string. It hit the tree with a bang and the leaves fell rustlingly. At the same time, the old man had already picked up the figure and waved to them.

Several people passed by, and a woman was being held by the old man. The cloth on her shoulder had a cut, and the blood had solidified. The old man sighed: "There is still breath, the Jurchen barbarian didn't know where the woman robbed her from." If you want to destroy it, I, like the Wei Han people, cannot leave it alone. You can lead the war horse and we will go back and kill it. It should be able to hold on for a while."

"I don't know where your family is... you are a sinner in this world!" The old man sighed again.

The remaining few people didn't care about that. They led the horses, searched for some dry food from the Jurchen scouts, picked up weapons, and happily embarked on their way home.

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At the same time, the Jurchens escorted a large number of prisoners and captured property and began to return. At the beginning of spring, they fought all the way and arrived at the capital of Wu Dynasty. Some of the prisoners and property seized by the army had been sent to After returning to the country, even now, the number of prisoners taken out from the military camp was still a shockingly huge number.

Just the corpses of women left in the empty military camp are enough to explain everything. Tens of thousands or even more than a hundred thousand civilians of the Wu Dynasty were led along the way like pigs and dogs by ropes. There would be corpses on the way every day. They were dumped into the wilderness, and most of them were women who had been tortured to death.

At the front of the mighty team returning from the north, far away from the atmosphere of grief and despair, was a golden imperial flag fluttering fiercely in the wind. Under the banner, the luxurious carriage swayed, swayed vertically and horizontally, and the Wolf King, who had spent his life as a soldier, fell.

"The man Zong Wang said...is so powerful, do you...believe it?" The old man swayed as the carriage lay on the soft ground, his words weak and intermittent.

The body that was kneeling before collapsing was that of Wanyan Yanmu, "Zong Wang shouldn't be able to lie, but that person is really powerful..."

Wanyan Aguda wanted to raise his arms, but he didn't have much strength left. He looked at the curtains that occasionally rolled up and let in the sunlight, closed his eyes, and then opened them with difficulty.

"...Want to know...what the other party talked about with me...I have never met such a...bold person..." The old man's mouth curved into a smile, " .... He doesn't want me to pass the throne to my son... It's an interesting thought... That... rootless person actually doesn't want me to pass the throne to my son... He said that as long as they dare to pass the throne...he will kill them...right now...if Zong Wang hadn't lied, there's no way he could have done it."

When Wanyan Yanmu heard this, she raised her head sharply.

"Don't have that expression..." Wanyan Aguda moved his palm and patted the back of the general's hand, "How could the Jurchen Emperor be so... someone who easily compromises... It's just that person's words It just inspired me..."

"...It's not a good thing if your sons are too good."

"But there is only one throne..."

The old man's voice was very low, with a weak but irresistible voice, "Who should I pass it to... No one else will be willing to accept it... My daughter has finally reached her current position... The foundation is not yet stable...if civil strife breaks out...it will follow the footsteps of the Khitan."

The extremely old hand that patted the back of Wanyan's mother's hand withdrew, "So... buy it for Wu Qiu, he can suppress my sons and stay there for a few years... .He is too old to die, so let him pass it on to the best among them..."

Wanyan's mother nodded silently, looking at the dying old man with a sentimental expression.

"Open...the car curtain and let me see the scenery of this world again."

The rising sun outside the window shone on his face like a rolling curtain in the sky. Feeling the warmth, the old man fell asleep peacefully in this early morning.

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The wind blew warm light across Bianliang, and the news of the Jurchens' retreat had spread. Countless people rushed to the streets to escape from their grief, crying with joy and celebrating in the streets.

However, not long after, Cao Zhenchun was heard wailing in Yanfu Palace. He threw himself in front of the dragon bed. His cry attracted countless people to gather outside the palace. On that day, the news spread from the imperial city to all over the country. whole city.

The emperor of Wu Dynasty suddenly died on his couch.

Cai Jing was writing a word at this time. When he heard the news, the wolf hair fell to the ground with a 'clink' in his hand, and then he hurriedly ordered someone to prepare a carriage and rush to the palace. The news was still spreading. When Tong Guan heard the news, he fell off the couch in shock. When he got up, he looked in the direction of Bai Mansion in horror.

Afterwards, he rushed to the imperial city. Officials of all sizes in the city, regardless of whether they could stand in the court hall or not, were all heading towards the palace.

After all, the emperor is dead.

...

It is two to three hundred miles north of Bianliang, surrounded by mountains.

Someone rushed out, "Master Zhou...she's awake, that woman is awake."

The old man who was grinding herbs looked over, nodded happily, put down what he was doing, and then went into the house. The sky began to set, the old day passed, and the new day came after darkness.

Repeatedly.

ps: Three updates, and then this volume will be finished.