December of this year is approaching, and the Yellow River area, the wind and snow are continuous, as in the past, and it seems that it does not want to stop.

It's just that in the past, even in the heavy snow, there were still traces of people coming and going, but they have become scarce, and the nomura is desolate like a ghost, and there are bones in the snow.

In the wind and snow, the rustling of horses' hooves still occasionally sounds. At the edge of the woods, three tall Jurchens rode on horseback, slowly and cautiously moving forward, staring at the woodland not far away, and one of them had already drawn his bow and arrows.

The moment the horse's figure appeared in the field of vision, only a loud sound was heard, and the snow fell from the trees, and someone leaped over the trees. In the snowfall, the horse's hooves were frightened and turned sharply, the arrows flew into the sky, and the Jurchens also drew their knives suddenly, and in the midst of a short roar, there were also figures rushing from the side, tall figures, swinging their fists, like a tiger roaring, and a punch smashed on the neck of the Jurchen war horse.

The blood of the canopy splattered out with the minced flesh, the horses screamed and neighed, staggering and falling like a mountain, and the Jurchens on the horses rolled with the snow. At this moment, the figures on both sides rushed to kill, weapons intersected, a Jurchen was abruptly separated in the fight, two Han people surrounded and killed, the big man who rushed over and smashed the neck of the war horse with a punch was tall, even a little taller than the Jurchen, and after a few fights, he buckled the other party's shoulder and leather jacket.

This big man is burly, soaked in tiger claws and tiger fists for many years, before he suddenly pounced, like a tiger descending the mountain, even the tall northern war horse, the neck of the neck of the bite of his throat is broken, at this time to grab the Jurchen's shoulder, is a tear. It's just that although the Jurchen has not practiced the systematic martial arts of the Central Plains, he has been hunting in the white mountains and black waters for many years, and he may not have encountered black bears and tigers. It's like a giant python. The big man tore and retreated, and the leather jacket was torn all over the sky, but there was only a little blood on the Jurchen's shoulder.

However, in front of the Jurchen, the man who had just leapt down from the tree had already pounced with a knife at this time. At this time, to the left of the Jurchen was the big man who made the tiger's claws. On the right is another Han scout, who retreats, but behind him is the trunk of a large tree.

With a thud, his figure slammed into the trunk of a tree, and the knife-wielder in front of him almost pounced on him with a knife, the tip of the knife piercing under his neck. The next moment he pierced him, the knife-wielding man pulled out suddenly, and the sword light slashed backwards from the bottom to the top, and fought with another Jurchen scout who rushed up to save people. The blood drawn from the human body flew far and straight on the white snow.

Among the Han people, there are martial artists, but the Jurchens were born to fight against heaven and earth, and the strong people are by no means inferior to the masters of martial arts. For example, this Jurchen scout who was forced to kill by the three of them, his way of breaking free from the tiger's claws may not be able to be made by most masters. If it is a one-on-one desperate fight, it is not yet known who will kill the deer. However, there are no rules in battle formation. The blade saw blood, and the momentum of the three Han scouts skyrocketed. The Jurchen man who was facing the rear closed again.

Another scout, who was still on his horse, shot an arrow, turned his horse's head and ran. The Jurchen scout who was left behind was slaughtered to the ground in a few breaths, and by this time the Jurchen who had run away on horseback had already reached a distance, turned around, fired another arrow, and jumped down from the tree. He also killed the first man with a sword.

The arrow flew whizzing, and there was blood at the corner of the man's mouth, and he reached out with a sneer to grab it, but this time it caught in the air, and the arrow pierced into his heart.

He collapsed on the snow. Two companions rushed up to help him.

This fleeting battle has calmed down in the blink of an eye, and only the scarlet in the wind and snow remains, which will be frozen in the near future. The remaining Jurchen scouts rode their horses and galloped wildly, and ran out like this for a while, and when they reached a snowy ridge in front of them, they were about to turn when a figure suddenly flashed out of their field of vision.

He subconsciously released an arrow, but the black figure was as fast as thunder, ghost, at first glance it was still a few feet away, and in a blink of an eye, it rushed to the front of him, and even the wind and snow seemed to be washed away, the black figure was draped in a knife on his body, and on the snow ridge, the Jurchen cavalry seemed to be stunned for a moment in the run, and then was knocked off the horse by something.

Behind the Snow Ridge, there were two figures that only turned out at this time, they were two men wearing the uniforms of Wu Dynasty officers, they looked at the Jurchen war horses that were at a loss on the snow and the Jurchen scouts who began to ooze blood in the snow, and felt slightly staggered, but the most important thing was naturally the man in black standing aside, the man in black with a single knife in his hand had a calm face, his appearance was not young, he was strong in martial arts, and he was going all out, the Jurchens had no ability to resist at all, and at this time the forehead was slightly steaming hot.

"Senior Fulu, Jurchen scouts, mostly in a team of three people, this person is alone, I am afraid that there are companions on the side......" one of the officers looked around and reminded.

The black-clothed man with the knife shook his head: "This Jurchen is running very quickly, and his body is full of qi and blood, which is a sign that he has just experienced a life-and-death struggle, he is only here alone, and the two companions have been killed." He obviously wants to go back to report the news, and since I have encountered him, I must not let him go. With that, he went to search for the body of the Jurchen on the ground.

"That's what Fulu senior said." The two officers said this, and went to search for the horse's bags.

What appeared here at this time was Fu Lu, who survived with Zhou Dong after he failed to assassinate Yan Zonghan.

In the battle of assassinating Zong Han, Zhou Tong fought to exhaustion, and was finally beheaded by Wanyan Xiyin. Fulu's wife Zuo Wenying entered the crowd at the last moment and threw Zhou Dong's head at him, after that, Zhou Dong and Zuo Wenying both died, and he took Zhou Dong's head, but he had to fight to fight and survive.

He was chased and killed all the way by the cavalry sent by Zong Han, and even under the bounty issued by Zong Han, there were some green forest people of the Wu Dynasty who wanted to get Zhou Dong's head to receive the bounty, and after encountering him, they attacked him. He took Zhou Dong's head all the way back to Zhou Dong's hometown of Tongguan, Shaanxi, and found a tomb to be buried - he did not dare to tell others about this, but he was worried that in the future, the Jurchens would be powerful, and someone would dig up the tomb and find Zong Han and others to receive the reward--When the old man was buried, it was cold and rainy, and he was the only one to make sacrifices in the surrounding wild mountains and barren mountains. He had already lost his heart, but remembering that this old man had served the country and the people all his life, and after his death, he might not even be able to make public the place of burial, and it would be difficult to have any more people to pay tribute. Still inevitably sorrowful, leaning over and weeping.

Fu Lu followed Zhou Tong in this life, also a servant and a disciple, also a relative and a friend, he and Zuo Wenying had a son after they became married, but after the full moon, he was brought up in the countryside, and at this time I am afraid that he was also married and had children. It's just that he and Zuo Wenying are with Zhou Tong. For this son and the grandson who may have been there, he has never taken care of and cared for him over the years, and for him, the real relatives may only be Zhou Tong and his aging wife around him.

His wife was more resolute than he was. In retrospect, in the assassination of Zong Han, his wife and he were ready to die, but at the last moment, his wife snatched the old man's head. Thrown at him, the heart of the fist, it is self-evident, but it is hoped that he can survive in the end. Just like that, the two most important people in his life died one after the other in less than a few breaths.

After burying Zhou Dong's head, life has no meaning for him, and thinking of his wife's death before death adds to the pathos. Just following the old man for so many years. The option of suicide will never appear in his mind. He left Tongguan. He thought that with his martial arts, he might be able to go to Zong Han to assassinate him again, but at this time, Zong Wang had already gone south, and he thought that if the old man was still there, he would inevitably go to the most dangerous and critical place. So he went all the way south, preparing to come to Bianliang and wait for the opportunity to assassinate Zong Wang.

However, when he came down this way, Zong Wang had already attacked outside this Bianliang City, and hundreds of thousands of Qinwang's troops were defeated one after another, and the troops fled in rout. Broken corpses. Fu Lu couldn't find the opportunity to assassinate Zong Wang, but on the way around, he met a lot of people in the green forest - in fact, Zhou Dong's death had been publicized by the public opinion of Zhuji at this time, and there were also people in the green forest who knew him. But at this time, the situation outside Bianliang City is not like Xinzhou City, where there is an iron bucket in Mutuogang, and such an assassination opportunity is not easy to find.

Fu Lu traced the name Ning Yi in the traces of public opinion propaganda, and remembered this man who acted differently from Zhou Dong, but could make Zhou Dong admire. Fu Lu didn't like him very much, but he thought that in major matters, the other party must be a reliable person, and wanted to find an opportunity to tell the other party about Zhou Dong's burial place: he has no nostalgia in this world, and he won't live too long, so he told him about it, if one day the Jurchens leave, others want to pay tribute to Zhou Dong, and they can also find a place, that person is called "heart demon" and "bloody hand slaughter", and if someone really wants to desecrate the place where Zhou Dong was buried after his death, with his drastic methods, it will also make people live and die unspeakably and regret it.

It's just that after making such a decision, the first thing he met was Chen Yanshu, the commander of the Wusheng Army of the Daimyo Mansion. In the early morning of September 25, the Jurchens swept away, the Wusheng army was defeated very badly, and Chen Yanshu fled with his own soldiers who lost their armor and did not suffer too much damage. After the defeat, he was afraid that the court would condemn him, and he also wanted to make some achievements, so he frantically gathered and scattered the army, and met Fulu during this period.

Chen Yanshu knew Zhou Dong, although he didn't regard the old man as too big at the beginning, but during this time, Zhu Ji desperately publicized, but it made the reputation of the world's number one master skyrocket in the army. His army was dispersed and Yan zhòng, and when he met Fulu, he had some concept of it, knowing that this person had been serving Zhou Dong beside him, although he was low-key, but he had all the martial arts of Zhou Dong, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was one of the best masters under the grandmaster, and he immediately recruited vigorously. Fu Lu didn't find Ning Yi in the first place, and he didn't care who he was helping for, so he agreed to come down and help under Chen Yanshu.

A few months later, the wind and snow fell, and the Jurchens began to storm Bianliang, and Chen Yanshu gathered more than 30,000 people, but they still had no military spirit, and they could not fight at all. Although the city of Bianliang urged the army of King Qin to quickly relieve the siege of the capital, but probably already desperate for this, although urging, but did not form a pressure on the bottom, and to the Zongwang army to attack the city, the defense of Bianliang City is dying day by day, the situation outside the city is quite delicate, everyone is waiting for others to attack, but they also understand that these stragglers who have no will to fight are not the generals of the Jurchens. In the midst of such a delay, the news that 4,000 people suddenly set out and brazenly entered the camp of Muhuogang spread in this snowfield.

At this time, although the defeated forces on this snowfield are divided into several units, there is still a simple contact between them, and they talk about their skins every day, making the appearance of being righteous and worried about the country and the people, saying: "If you dispatch, I will dispatch." "It's all a common thing, but for the generals under his command, it's really impossible to move. The army's heart has been broken, everyone is hoarding one place, and they can still maintain the overall appearance, if they really want to go to Bianliang City to kill the past and fight to the death. Halfway through, two-thirds of the people under his command will be scattered. Except for the Western Army in the Seed Division, which may still retain a little combat power, most of the rest of the situation is like this.

In such a situation, there were still people who fought hard and stabbed the Jurchens without greeting them. Not to mention that the Jurchens were scared, they were all scared too. Everyone's first reaction was that the Western Army had made a move, after all, the two sides had little contact on weekdays, and the two leaders of the Western Army were both famous generals in the world, and they were very famous and had preserved their strength, which was not surprising. But soon, news came from the capital that contradicted this.

At this time, the 4,000 people were still stationed in the center of the various forces, and they looked extremely flamboyant. Not afraid of the Jurchens' surprise attack. At this time, all the forces on the snow field sent scouts to start scouting. And on this battlefield, the Western Army began to move, the Changsheng Army began to move, and the Changsheng Army's Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren separated from Guo Yaoshi, and pounced on the more than 4,000 people in the center, these people finally moved in the wind and snow, and they even took more than 1,000 civilians who had no combat power to cross a huge arc in the wind and snow. Towards Xia Village, Zhang Linghui and Liu Shunren led more than 10,000 people under their command. The direction was quickly corrected, and on the day of November 29, the distance with these more than 4,000 people was rapidly shortened. Now, the scouts are already going head-to-head at close range.

Fu Lu was sent by Chen Yanshu to visit this qiē - he also volunteered. Recently, because Chen Yanshu has been holding his troops with more than 30,000 people. Being in the midst of it, Fu Lu sensed that they had no intention of fighting, and they had already had a tendency to leave, and Chen Yanshu also saw this, but he couldn't tie up Fu Lu. Second, he needed to stay in the army for propaganda, so in the end, he had to let two officers follow him, and he didn't let the other green forest people brought by Fu Lu go out with Fu Lu, and he thought that in this way, he would probably have to come back.

For this team that suddenly appeared, Fu Lu also had curiosity in his heart. He was saddened by the low combat power of the Wu Dynasty army, but he also felt the strength of the Jurchens. An army capable of fighting the Jurchens head-on? Is it really zài? In the end, it was not because they were lucky enough to succeed in the sneak attack, and then they were exaggerated -- such an idea is actually the mainstream among the surrounding forces.

I don't know which army's army it is, it's really shit luck......

Fu Lu naturally didn't think like this in his heart, in his opinion, even if he was lucky, if he could use it as a basis and make a move, it would be a good thing.

This time, the first thing he found was the team of the Chang Shengjun.

This army of more than 10,000 people galloped through the wind and snow, and sent a large number of scouts to explore the front. Fu Lu naturally doesn't know anything about military affairs, but he is a great master close to the grandmaster level, and he is most familiar with people's physique, will, and momentum from the inside out. Although the combat power of these two teams of the Changsheng Army is insufficient compared to the Jurchens, compared to the army of the Wu Dynasty, these men from the north do not know how much higher they are after undergoing the best training outside the Yanmen Pass.

Fu Lu was secretly frightened when he saw it, he learned from another scout team sent by Chen Yanshu that the team of 4,000 people that should belong to Qin Shaoqian's command was not far ahead, with more than 1,000 civilians, it might be difficult to reach Xia Village, and they would be intercepted. Fu Lu rushed to this side, and just happened to kill the Jurchen scout.

At this time, although the wind and snow are not too big, it is difficult to identify the direction and destination on the snowfield. After searching the body, the three of them moved forward again, and then realized that they might have gone in the wrong direction, turned back, and then met or passed by several scouts of the victorious army, so that they could be sure that they had caught up with the group.

It was already afternoon, the sky was dark, and when he walked to a snowy ridge, Fu Lu had faintly noticed the movement in the wind and snow ahead, and he reminded the two people around him that Chang Shengjun might be ahead. Dismounted nearby, they quietly walked forward, through a woodland, and in front of them was a snowy ridge, and after going up, the three of them fell abruptly.

An army of tens of thousands stretched out ahead.

It was the Zhang and Liu divisions of the Changsheng Army, at this time, the banner was extended, the lineup was slaughtered, and the formation was set up in front, and it seemed that the team was stopping back and forth. The two officers of the Wusheng army were shocked, although they may not be able to win the battle when they lead the troops, but they have the vision, knowing that if such an army starts a war with their own side, the current Wusheng army will only be killed like pigs and dogs. Fu Lu is a martial artist, feeling such a murderous aura, his own qi and blood have also surged up, gritting his teeth, he can't wait to rush out and die with the enemy general, but they immediately reacted:

"Why did they stop ......?"

"What's wrong......

Before he opened his mouth to talk about this, Fu Lu saw through the wind and snow and vaguely saw the scene on the snow ridge at the other end of his vision. Looking from this side, the vision is blurred, but there is a faint figure on the snowy ridge.

Then, there was a "bang", but the sound was not one, but I didn't know that there were hundreds of thousands of sounds, mixed together. It was like a knock between metals, and it was like hitting leather, and Fu Lu could hear that it should be the sound of the scabbard of the sword, and it slapped the saddle sheath.

Thousands of knives and the sound of slapping on the saddle at the same time.

The sound suddenly sounded in the wind and snow, came, and then quieted down, and after a few breaths, it was again, although it was monotonous, but thousands of war knives were slapped like this, and it was vaguely murderous. In the snowstorm in the distance, in a faint line of sight, the horse team lined up quietly on the snow ridge, waiting for the brigade of the victorious army.

In a moment, a murderous shout sounded here: "Chang Sheng—"

"Always win!"

"Always win!"

Three times in a row, 10,000 people shouted in unison, almost able to crush the wind and snow, but before the leader gave the order, no one charged.

Fu Lu had already felt the rusty breath in his mouth, which was a vague sense of excitement belonging to the warrior, and the array opposite, all the cavalry combined, was only more than two thousand. They waited there, facing a victorious army of 10,000 people, and in the huge killing intent, no one dared to advance.

In a moment, the sound of the lap came again, monotonously, and then, again, at the same interval, as if on everyone's heartbeat.

The wind and snow are howling, the battle array is like a forest, and the whole atmosphere is about to erupt...... (To be continued......)