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Chapter 615: The Brand of No Frontier, the City of No Tears

Chapter 615: The Brand of No Frontier, the City of No Tears

It was already the darkest period before dawn. Shi Jin sat on the wooden beam, and when Zhou Tong mentioned Lin Chong's name, he didn't know how to answer. After a long silence, he heard Zhou Tong ask, "Where is Lin Chong now?" How's it going?"

Something stuck in Shi Jin's throat, and he swallowed: "After Liangshan was broken, that time... he said he went to see you, and he was in Yiyuan County. Later... I don't know why, he never went back Look for us, and when we hear about him, he is being hunted down and may be dead."

The old man frowned and closed his eyes: "Dead?"

Shi Jin said, "Maybe he's dead."

"That means he's not dead." Zhou Tong said, "We'll meet again someday."

In the dim light, the old man's voice was calm, not so much expectation or comfort, but more like a kind of determination.Shi Jin watched Lin Chong fall off the cliff, and he didn't know where the old man's determination came from.But at this time, they were already trapped in the city, and they were going to do something that was almost equivalent to sending them to death. They were far away from caring about this matter.

After a while, he asked, "Senior Zhou, when will Nianhan enter the city?"

"I don't know either." Zhou Tong replied, "Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. When the Jurchens sent troops, I was in the Kingdom of Jin. I followed their army all the way south. Nianhan is a bit brave. He won't wait until the city No one from here will come in again, and when the resistance in Xinzhou City is almost killed, he will enter the city."

Shi Jin frowned: "Then there are more than 70 of us, and we have to hide in the city for at least two days?"

Zhou Tong said: "It's not easy, but there is no way."

The words and answers between the two were very simple, and the yard became quiet after that.The courtyard that had already been looted was filled with the smell of blood and flames. The body of the dead owner’s family was still placed near the front door. Pick up two sticks and throw one to him.

"You are Wang Jin's apprentice, follow me with a set of magic wands."

He said, posing.Fumo stick is an entry-level stick technique in the Jianghu. It is simple and simple. Shi Jin has practiced it countless times. At this time, he also set aside his airs. When the old man swung the first stick, he followed suit.

Without much strength, without much noise, Zhou Tong led Shi Jin to simply beat the stick technique.Under the nearby eaves, other warriors raised their heads to watch this scene. Zhou Tong's stick technique was only smooth and quite satisfactory.

But only Shi Jin, after playing a set, his whole body has been relieved, and the warm breath is swimming in his body.To his level of martial arts, one step forward requires a profound understanding. If you use Ning Yi's language, you even need the sublimation of the three views and the philosophical system.Zhou Tong's stick technique is almost the same as his, but after the same pace, it also drives him to make changes and fine-tuning in very small details.These small details gave him a glimpse of a certain possibility of perfection.

The courtyard was quiet. After finishing this set of stick techniques, Zhou Tong nodded to him, and then walked to other places.

Not long after, this short period of peace passed away...

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Before Nianhan entered the city, more than 70 people had to hide in the city for at least two days.

This was just a simple conversation between Shi Jin and Zhou Tong, but when it fell to the practical level, the most difficult period followed.

When Xinzhou City was suddenly breached, the four gates were closed, and the Wu Dynasty army divided into the city formed a large-scale resistance and large-scale street fighting. During this period, Shi Jin and others had an easy life.However, on the morning of the eighth day of August, the army surrendered desperately, and the organized resistance had completely collapsed.

Jurchen massacres and raiding teams spread throughout the city.During this day, the huge search and arrest net spread out, and the mesh became finer and finer. The real hell came to Xinzhou City.Killings, looting, and flames can be seen everywhere. Large numbers of civilians hiding in the city were arrested, pretty women were inevitably humiliated, and those who dared to resist were killed, beaten, or even hung on flagpoles and burned alive. Situations of being tied to a horse and being dragged to death abound.

Occasionally, when large-scale rebels were encountered, the Jurchens who were hunting for them released loud arrows, and nearby companions rushed to support them.

This is a carnival that belongs to the Jurchens and the original Liao people's victorious army.

Shi Jin and others dodged in the city, even if most of them were masters, they couldn't use their fists here, and the tragedies they occasionally witnessed made people feel unspeakable resentment in their hearts.There were also those who suddenly encountered the Jurchen patrol team and couldn't dodge in time, or couldn't swallow the killing intent in their hearts, so they shot suddenly. During this day, more than ten wounded people were accumulated one after another.

Great fatigue accumulated on everyone, but the biggest loss came in the afternoon of this day, when they accidentally ran into a family hiding in the city.Seeing that most of the people here are masters and heroes, the other party cried and asked Shi Jin and others to take them. After the explanation was unclear, the family who was almost driven crazy began to follow frantically, shouting loudly.

The Jurchen cavalry was led over, and at the corner of the street full of ruins, the last group of people who ran were followed.When Shi Jin looked back, the few people at the intersection were no longer running. The leader among them was the old Taoist priest Qiu Henian who was holding a long sword. It has become tattered from time to time, but there is still an admirable demeanor in the walking.

He waved his hand this way, then drew out his long sword, and led several wounded warriors to meet the Jurchen cavalry who were rushing up.

Shi Jin and others never saw him again.Only when I ran through the nearby streets in the afternoon of the second day, I saw a corpse hanging from a flagpole in a glimpse. The corpse was broken and twisted, without a hand, a foot, or a head. In the deep black color stained by the blood, a touch of blue that seemed to belong to the original Taoist robe could be vaguely seen.But because too many people died nearby, he couldn't be sure if it was the body of the old Taoist priest.

After that day, it was still a long and tense night, followed by a long and tense day.The most powerful thing about a martial artist is the breath in his heart, which is exhausted in one go.If the voice and enthusiasm at the beginning can boost people's morale, in this kind of waiting and avoiding, people feel like a little soft knife that cuts flesh.

The hunt for the Jurchens has become more and more intense.Will Nianhan come, and when Nianhan comes, will everyone have the strength, and will there be enough people to go to him.All of this is slowly cutting into everyone's heart.The really impassioned things, the impassioned emotions, may only be seen when others say it, and those who really participate in it will only experience great pain and suffering...

Only on the afternoon of the ninth day of August, near dusk, a message came that made all those things surge out in my heart.At this time, there are only 38 people around Zhou Tong who can really fight.

Nianhan enters the city.

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When the sunset turns warm yellow in the sky, autumn leaves sway in the wind.When Wanyan Xiyin looked up, it was a big tree that was half burnt, with half scorched black and half yellow leaves.

The woman's cries, screams and laughter could be heard not far away, but it seemed that there was not much resistance nearby.Wanyan Xiyin took a deep breath, and when the lieutenant came over, he faintly heard a low sigh.

"The green hills are far away... the autumn wind is going crazy..."

The deputy general looked around, but the autumn wind was soothing, the leaves were moving slowly, and the wind was blowing on his face, making him feel warm.

A loud arrow flew up from a distance.

……

Wanyan Zonghan (Nianhan)'s horse team entered the Taoist temple on the side of the city.

This Taoist temple has not been devastated by too many wars, but there are some bloodstains on the steps on one side, and the leafy trees are lined up in two rows, stretching in the vestibule to the main hall of the Taoist temple, and the copper tripod in front of the main hall is lit. Flames blazing.

It will be dark.The people who entered the city following Wanyan Zonghan were tall and steady, most of them were important generals in the army, and most of them were close brothers and relatives, such as general Wanyan Yinshuke, brother Wanyan Balisu, general Chixian, Zonghan's cousin Wanyan Saba, Moyan, who is known as the number one warrior in the army under Zonghan's command, etc., etc., they are all warriors who fought with Agu in the north and south, and destroyed the Liao Kingdom. Has a formidable feat of meritorious deeds.

Xinzhou has already left, and for them, the next goal is Taiyuan, the largest fortified city along the east road.

In the breeze in the evening, everyone walked towards this majestic Taoist temple of the Han people.The leading soldiers have already swept the surrounding areas, and set up a command hall here.

……

Two teams of Jurchen cavalry nearby rushed towards the place where the loud arrows were fired.

Not long after, two loud arrows shot up from another street. Wanyan Xiyin, who was walking forward, frowned, listening to the nearby troops moving over there again.

A thought flashed through his mind, he reined in his horse and stopped in the middle of the road.The loud arrows of the Jurchen soldiers are only released when they encounter a difficult enemy and cannot be defeated. If there is nothing to do, they will be punished.During the period from yesterday afternoon to this morning, there were more frequent arrows raised in the city. By this time, theoretically, the surrounding area had been cleared. Why did they suddenly increase again at this time?

Then, he saw another sound of arrows flying out in the distance.

Wanyan Xiyin frowned, and after a while, he suddenly turned his horse's head.

"Come back with me, find Marshal Zong Han, there may be something wrong..."

Before the words fell, a loud arrow suddenly rose in the direction where Wanyan Zonghan and other generals were.

"Walk--"

He suddenly shouted violently, drew his sword and ran wildly.

The surrounding streets suddenly exploded, and the surrounding guards also ran wildly after him!

……

"kill--"

The explosion-like shout came suddenly, and it sounded from the west side of the Taoist temple, followed by the sound of fierce fighting.

In the main hall, everyone turned around and heard the enemies and soldiers coming to fight from the other side. The front line of shouting and killing has been spreading. It is obvious that the person who came is a real master.Under the steps, as the leader of Zong Han's personal guard, a big man named Moyan took off his spear and looked at the wall over there.

"The people here are amazing."

"It's just one person and two people, let's fight to the death." Wan Yan Zonghan listened for a while, "Don't worry about him, don't fall into the trick of diverting the tiger away from the mountain."

The sound of fighting disappeared shortly after, and it was obvious that the invading enemy had already been given the head.Zong Han turned around and walked towards the seat above the main hall. In the courtyard on the west side, the Jurchen guards cut off the head of the prodigal. Come in.This Taoist temple occupies a large area, and there are many Jurchen soldiers guarding it nearby, but after all, it used to be a place of Han people. When the Jurchens began to clean up the surrounding area, the green forest people in charge of monitoring could roughly determine the location of Nianhan after he came in. Then a loophole was found.

The Jurchen soldiers in the courtyard on the west side ran to the main hall with the heads. He knelt down, raised the two heads, and was about to speak, when the shout of "Wow——" sounded.

Countless swords and soldiers collided and killed, and arrows flew into the sky. In the east, someone shouted: "Kill Nianhan."

"Kill Nianhan—"

Then there was a thunderous sound: "Kill Nianhan——"

The sound of the frantic confrontation reached its peak at that moment, making one's hair stand on end. The noise in the courtyard on the east side, the conflict spread in this huge momentum, and it came towards the main hall in a blink of an eye.The Jurchen's defenses on the outside were shattered. At the gate outside the courtyard, the Jurchen soldiers seemed to be pushed by ten thousand horses, and the broken corpses flew past everyone's eyes with blood streaks.

An arrow whizzed across the long courtyard, and shot directly at Yan Zonghan's face with a violent sound of breaking wind. Wanyan Zonghan pulled out the long knife at his waist, and cut the arrow in the air with a bang: "End the formation!"

A figure of a green forest man from the Wu Dynasty climbed over the courtyard wall and roof, and threw darts at the guards in the courtyard.In the hall, Wanyan Bali rushed down the steps, pulled out the steel gun behind his back, and took a few steps to run up. The steel gun roared towards the roof and pierced the chest of a green forest man. The steel gun pierced through The green forest man's body was cut off, and he flew into the air with blood: "Jie formation——"

Dozens of Jurchen guards in the courtyard had already gathered in front of the main hall. Moyan brandished steel guns and roared like thunder: "Form the formation—kill them—"

Green forest masters wielding different weapons surged from the gate, outside the walls, and on the roof. Most of them were wounded, but they were full of murderous aura and fierce eyes.Before that, the hostility and killing intent accumulated in their hearts finally exploded at this moment.

And in front of them are the elite Jurchen who were killed in the black water of the white mountains. They struggled to survive on the snow-covered land all the year round. Before that, they rose up and wiped out the entire Liao Kingdom.This battle going south came to them, but it was as simple as playing a game.And until the moment in front of them, at least in a small area, they finally felt the huge murderous intent looming in front of them, and the smoke of spirit energy belonging to the Northland finally spread to this point after a distance of thousands of miles.

The two groups of people collided with each other immediately.The sound of killing covered the sky and the sun, and the waves of blood surged and erupted...

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(End of this chapter)