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Chapter 1001 The Final Battle ([-])
The world is colorful.

In a very large place, time passes like a fierce tide, generations of people are born, grow up, and grow old. The manifestations of civilization are vast, dynasties sweep away, a nation rejuvenates, declines, and millions of people live and die. , condensed into a sentence reading between the history books.

In small places, everyone's life is a vast epic.Every second in this world, thousands of people seem to be alive, but their minds and emotions are equally real and huge. Some people laugh with joy, some are sad and cry, some are hysterical and angry, some are Silently sad... These emotions are like a field hurricane and tsunami, driving an ordinary body to move forward in an ordinary way.

Every second in our world, if we use different perspectives and intercept different aspects, will be one huge and real narrative poem after another.The fate of countless people extends, interweaves cause and effect, collides and separates.A broken line often brings out strange fruits in an unknown distance.These intertwined lines are chaotic but uniform most of the time, but at some point, we will see countless, huge lines converge and collide in a certain direction.

In the first year of Wu Zhenxing, on April 23, the sunset outside Hanzhong City seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, revealing a creepy gray-black color among the clouds.The sunset glow is not magnificent, it is just her ordinary face that has been repeated countless times in this world.

When the city under the sunset was brought into view, the army under his command was rapidly gathering forward.Xi Yin rode on the warhorse, and the sound of the wind blew through the hunting pennant, mixed with the human voice, the huge battlefield became orderly from chaos, and there was the smell of horse dung and vomit in the air.

The atmosphere of the battlefield was becoming familiar in front of his eyes as always. Decades of battles, soldiers were ordered again and again on the battlefield, and among the swords and guns, the breath of the soldiers showed a chilling and tenacious breath.This is a battle formation that Wanyan Xiyin feels familiar yet unfamiliar.

The speed at which the soldiers assembled and the energy exuded in the formation made Xi Yin quickly understand the quality of the army in front of him.The Jurchen team is mature and terrifying under his command. In the past 40 years, after this team has developed such a spirit, it has never encountered an equal opponent.But as the war progressed, what he gradually realized was the mood he felt many years ago:
At that time, the Jurchen warriors went into the battlefield with the feeling that there is no tomorrow for today. They were fierce and fierce, but on the battlefield, they could not be as hands-on as they are today.Aguda, Zonghan, Loushi, Zongwang and others were hysterical in the battle and risked everything. Every battle was a crucial battle. They knew that the fate of Jurchen was ahead, but they were not mature at that time. , and can't clearly understand the direction of fate, they can only go all out and hand over the remaining results to the supreme god.

They learned and gradually matured in the battle, and they became more and more clear about the direction of their fate. In the later stage of the battle to destroy the Liao Dynasty, they had become more and more proficient in the use of the army, and their fate was firmly in their hands— - They have seen the whole picture of the world clearly. Xi Yin and others, who once admired Sinology in the South and respected the Wu Dynasty, have gradually seen the advantages and disadvantages of Confucianism. Of course, there are things worthy of respect in the middle, but on the battlefield , the Wu Dynasty has been unable to resist the general trend of the world.

Time has come to this day, the old people have been tempered and matured in the fire of war, and the army still maintains a sharp edge, but in the few battles in front of him, Xi Yin seems to see the traces of fate getting away, of course he can do his best. Go, but the unknown lies ahead.For the outcome of the matter, he already had a vague premonition that he couldn't grasp it.

Only one thing is certain: the battle in front of you will once again become the most crucial battle, and the fate of Jurchen lies ahead!
"...The position of the Huaxia Army is five miles ahead...near the Reed Gate... The commander's army is coming from the west, and now the city..."

After disembarking, the army slowly advanced, and the Jurchen general Chala, who was called out from the city, was following Xiyin, reporting to him the battle situation in the past few days as detailed as possible.Xi Yin's eyes were cold and he listened quietly.

Almost as soon as he learned that the battle west of Hanzhong had begun, Xi Yin resolutely gave up the encirclement and suppression of more than 3000 people in Qixinhan near Xicheng County, and led more than [-] troops to quickly board a boat and march westward along the Han River.He knew in his heart that encircling and suppressing only [-] people before the great battle that determined the future of Jurchen was not a very important matter.

The moment he disembarked, he summoned the general with the highest rank in Hanzhong City to understand the development of the situation.But the whole situation has exceeded his expectations. Zong Han led 9 people, and was almost beaten into mourning soldiers before the charge of 2 people.Although Zong Han's tactics seemed mighty at first glance, Xi Yin understood that if Zong Han had the confidence to win on the frontal battlefield, why would Zong Han use such time-consuming and energy-consuming wheel tactics.

The two have fought together for almost a lifetime. He can understand how heroic and wise Zong Han is. If there is a chance to rush forward, he will not retreat.In other words, being able to push Zong Han, who had been fighting in battle for more than [-] years, to such an extent, the strength of the Huaxia Army is evident.

He killed Pucha on the banks of the Jialing River, and in the chaotic battle situation, he almost beheaded all the middle and low-level generals under his command, including Meng An Moke.

That night, he attacked Zonghan's camp with less than [-] troops, and even managed to get out of the trap when he fell into the trap.

In four days, with a force of less than 2 people, they fought against Zong Han's wheels. In the end, it was Zong Han's team that showed its defeat. How amazing is the desire to attack and the decision-making ability in small-scale battles to snatch the South Gate of Hanzhong on a large scale?
"...how did they do it?"

While the war horse was advancing, Xi Yin finally spoke up.

"……what?"

"You come from the battlefield, when you have some thoughts on your enemies, do you think... how did they do it?"

"...I don't know about the humble and the humble... The Huaxia army fought bravely. I heard that they... all retired from the northwest back then, and they have a deep hatred with my daughter. I think that the demon bewitched them with a magic trick and made them invincible. Fear of death..."

"..." Xi Yin didn't look at him or speak, and after a while, "How many iron cannons, ammunition, etc. are left in the city?"

"Inferior position... can only estimate..."

"Wanyan Yuchi." Xi Yin didn't wait for the report, and called the disciple's name directly.

The middle-aged general in his early forties leaned over: "The end will be here."

"Three things, you do it for me."

"Yes."

"First, you bring 1000 people into the city, assist the officers and soldiers in the city, and strengthen the defense of Hanzhong City. The Huaxia Army is attacking north from the Reed Gate. You arrange manpower to guard the passages and the city walls. If any city changes hands again, you and Chala Same crime."

"Yes."

"The second item is to count all the artillery, ammunition, crossbows, and warhorses in the city. In addition to the manpower necessary to defend Hanzhong, I want you to organize your manpower and transport the materials to the battlefield outside the city before sunrise tomorrow. If the manpower is sufficient It's not enough, you come here to ask for it."

"Yes."

"The third item..." The battlehorse Xiyin paused, but then his eyes swept across the pale sky and earth, and he said decisively: "The third item, with sufficient manpower, gather in Hanzhong City. Residents and commoners, drive them away and gather at the Huaxia Army’s position in the south at Luwei Gate. If there is resistance, you can kill and burn houses. Tomorrow morning, cooperate with the decisive battle outside the city and attack the Huaxia Army’s position. You can handle this matter well.”

On top of the war horse, Wanyan Yuchi led the order: "Yes." His eyes turned hesitantly, but he immediately accepted the fact.After Marshal Zong Han exhausted the Huaxia Army for four days with [-] troops, Xi Yin made the decision to fight head-on.This decisive decision may also be in response to the news that the leader of the Huaxia Army, who is known as the inner demon, has killed the Jianmen Pass.

——If it is delayed for a few days, the demon will come, and things will be more lively and more troublesome.

The two took their orders.

The city wall in front was spreading. Under the setting sun, the black flag of the Huaxia Army was brought into the field of vision. The blood and corpses on the ground outside the city wall showed the bloody battle that broke out here not long ago. At this moment, The Huaxia Army's front is shrinking.On the side facing the Golden Army, there are soldiers from the Huaxia Army digging soil on the ground.

Facing the flag of Wanyan Xiyin, most of them glanced here and looked through the binoculars. In the gestures of those figures, there was no fear, only the calmness to welcome the battle.

In this world, there are more than [-] people who have blood enemies with Jurchen.But being able to face Jin Jun's team with such an attitude has never happened before.

They have been fighting for four days, and they have even divided the army led by Zonghan to pieces.

How do they do it?

Do they still have the energy to spare?
Hee-yeon thinks about all this in his mind.

For decades, they have walked on the battlefield, learned experience, gained lessons, and brought everything in this world into their eyes and hearts. Every war and survival makes them stronger.At this moment, Xi Yin will think of countless times of beacon smoke on the battlefield, A Guda has passed away, Wu Qimai is dying, Zongwang, Lou Shi, Ci Buchu, Yinshu Ke, Tu Lisu... One after another generals follow They passed by in their lives, but Zong Han and even Xi Yin at this moment are indeed their strongest state on the battlefield.

Decades have passed, and at this moment, he can only go all out and hand over the unknown destiny to the supreme god.

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The city walls of Hanzhong are not magnificent either. It is an ordinary earth and stone city wall. The fields outside the city walls are mixed with green and yellow.

Liu Muxia arrived outside Hanzhong City in the evening. After arriving with the company, he was placed in a position with the company members. Someone pointed to the east and told everyone: "Wanyan Xiyin is here. If there is a fight, You'd better dig a horse pit ahead."

"Is it enough to dig a horse pit?" the squad leader asked the company commander for instructions.

"You will be responsible for digging the pit tonight, keep your physical strength, and pay attention to rest. Whether you can sleep depends on the meaning of the other side."

Fatigue and pain were gathering in the body, but within the limit of tolerable, when the comrades talked about the Fifth Army breaking through the sword gate, Liu Muxia looked up at the traces of the golden soldiers in the east.Even if he was just an ordinary soldier in the Huaxia Seventh Army, he knew that the decisive battle was coming.

So after dinner, he quietly began to dig a hole.

He is not afraid of Wanyan Zonghan, nor is he afraid of Wanyan Xiyin.

He is from the northwest, and the living environment in the northwest is naturally rough. Therefore, he has lived in a world full of murderers, bandits, and liars since he was a child.

The family died early.He doesn't have much affection for his family, and similar situations are never uncommon in the Northwest.The Huaxia Army came to the northwest, and after winning the first victory against Xixia, he went to Xiaocanghe and joined the black flag army that the outside world thought was extremely vicious, "to eat a meal".

The inside of the Huaxia Army is a completely different environment from what the outside world guessed. He didn't know when he was assimilated. Perhaps the day after joining the Black Flag, he was paralyzed by fierce and excessive training. The moment when the monitor brought him that bowl of noodles late at night.

Or maybe it's the moment of cooperating with each other in patrols and training.

Or it was the moment when the comrades in arms who served him noodles and propped up his back in training time and time again sacrificed during the three-year fight between Xiao Cang and the three years he never expected.

"...I was originally from...Bianliang, and my family is in the village by the Yellow River. I have a wife, a daughter, and an old man at home...When the Jurchen came...there was nothing... …”

He can occasionally think of the beautiful Central Plains that his comrades in arms told him.

In fact, he was not touched. For the first ten years of his life, he lived in the chaotic and precarious northwest frontier. His family died, and he didn't know why he was crying. Is there really such a beautiful thing as the Central Plains in the world?he does not know.

He just likes the life in Xiaocanghe, they fought side by side in the valley, fought back waves of enemies that were said to be vicious on the dam, they cheered together, their survival has a warm inner, these have had bizarre and different lives people, become comrades-in-arms and family with him.

They are all dead.

He would think of Xiao Canghe's three years of fighting, and in the last period, what Ning Yi often said to people when he bid farewell to the deceased.

"...In this world, millions, tens of millions of people have died, and before they died, they all had their own lives. What saddens me the most is...their lives will be forgotten like this... The people here today, they have resisted, they want to live like people, they died, their resistance, their whole life will be forgotten, what they have done, what they remember, nothing in this world, It's like... it's never been..."

It's like it's never been...

Therefore, Liu Muxia often thinks of the village by the Yellow River outside Bianliang City. The old man in his comrade-in-arms family, his wife, daughter, and comrade-in-arms are also dead. Those memories are like never happened.Including the bowl of noodles brought to him by the squad leader, including their fighting side by side again and again.These things will one day be as if they never happened...

There is pain and fatigue on the body, but it doesn't matter, it can be tolerated.He dug the horse pit in silence.

The setting sun has gradually set, and the setting sun is setting like this every day. On the second day he joined the Black Flag Army, he failed to finish the training subjects before the sun went down. The squad leader forced him to run forward in such darkness. He told himself in his heart that he couldn't turn his face, and he could wait until tomorrow after stealing something... He was hungry that night, and the monitor brought him a bowl of noodles, and there was even a delicious egg in the noodles.

It was the Xiaocang River many years ago, and the valley was not even fully constructed. Sometimes they had to level the ground on the playground, and the dam was being constructed step by step.Today's Xiaocanghe is a barren mountain, and the traces of their existence have been erased.

The squad leader swung the knife at Jurchen.

And the Jurchen didn't even know about it.

……

This is not right.

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Night fell gradually, the stars were sparse, and the moon rose in the sky, like a knife, slashing in the sky by the Hanshui River.

On the plain to the west of Hanzhong, the cannonballs sounded densely at some point, and the fighting and hedging of the soldiers were hidden in the firelight.

The Jurchen troops and the Huaxia troops who rushed towards Hanzhong City were interspersed with each other in the dark night, fighting all over the place.

A large number of Jurchen troops were scattered on the field in a daze, and there were also Huaxia troops who struggled hard in the dark night.

Thousands of people fought, thousands of people, with thousands of lives and stories.

On April 21, Wanyan Saba once led the cavalry to launch a life-for-life raid on the Huaxia Army. He escaped by chance after being injured. At this moment, he was leading the troops to transfer to Hanzhong.He is Wanyan Zonghan's nephew, and he has fought with Zonghan for 30 years. Compared with Yinshuke, Balisu and others, although he is inferior to talent, he has always been the faithful implementation of Zonghan's plan By.

The Jurchen finally came out of such a difficult living environment. He fought with the hero. At this moment, he was not shy to die for the hero.

Zong Han has joined Gao Qingyi and others, and is trying to mobilize a huge army to gather in Hanzhong.After fighting on the battlefield for decades, he could clearly feel that the strength of the entire army was rapidly declining after the previous battles. During the process of spreading from the plain to Hanzhong, some of the army that had assembled for the second time collapsed rapidly under the interspersed by the Huaxia army. .This night, only Xi Yin's arrival gave him some comfort.

After four days of fighting, the troops under his command were tired, and the Huaxia Army was also tired, but in this way, Xi Yin, who was waiting for work, would get the most ideal fighter.

Chu Lisu was dead, but Ning Yi couldn't get over.

That night, looking at the moonlight in the sky, Zong Han sprinkled the spirits he was carrying on the ground to mourn the moment he pulled away from the speed.

In this long battle of life, how many people died on the road...

This night, a large number of troops were on the road to take risks and fight forward. Wanyan She also tried to cheer up and boost morale in the dark night. This direwolf, who has gradually matured, did not want to miss the upcoming battle under Hanzhong City.

All his life, he had longed for a hero like his father, until his brother died, he gradually understood the qualities needed to become such a hero.The strength of the Huaxia Army at this moment made him stunned, and it also made him really feel excited. Without such an enemy, how could his name be left in the history?
Some people's stories will leave traces in history, but in life, these stories are no different.

Along with the Jurchen warriors who fought and killed for more than [-] years by the Jin generals, in the moonlight like a knife, they will think of their hometown wives and children.The Khitan, Liaodong, and Xi people who followed the Jin army to the south and wanted to take advantage of the last southward expedition to make a name for themselves felt fear and helplessness in their exhaustion. They followed the army south with the mentality of seeking wealth and danger , fighting heroically, but at this moment the southwest has become an embarrassing quagmire. The gold and silver they looted cannot be brought back. The joy of the slaughter and looting turned into regret, and they also have a past that they miss, and even have family members they care about. Warm memories - who wouldn't?

But many people from the Central Plains and the Northwest have no family, and even their memories have become less warm.

This night, another Chinese army unit after another arrived outside the Reed Gate of Hanzhong City.They have already gone through rounds of fighting, and most of the warriors are slightly or seriously injured, but the defeat of the Jurchen will give people infinite strength.Some troops even made a sneak attack on the western or northern city walls, but of course, they did not succeed easily.

The troops that arrived on the battlefield of Hanzhong were temporarily rested by the staff, while a small number of teams were interspersed in the north of the city, trying to break through the blockade of the streets and attack more critical positions in the city of Hanzhong.

After nightfall, Chen Hai walked into the staff and asked the brigade commander Hou Lietang for instructions: "Jurchen's troops are all northerners, Wanyan Xiyin has already arrived at the battlefield, but they won't attack. During the flood season, when they go north by boat, there will be wind and waves, and many of them are seasick, so they can only fight tomorrow... I don't think they can sleep well tonight, so I ask for a night attack."

"We also considered seasickness, but do you think people like Xi Yin won't prevent you from sneaking in in the middle of the night?"

"That can't make them sleep well. I can let the three battalions under my command take turns to fight and make a big noise. In short, I won't let them sleep."

"...It makes sense. Commander Qin went to Cha Ye. I'll report to you later, so be prepared."

"Yes." Chen Hai saluted.

Walking out of the humble staff, the moon seemed to fall from the sky, Chen Hai didn't smile, his eyes were all the snow that started more than ten years ago.More than ten years ago, when he was still young, Mr. Ning wanted him to become a storyteller.

"The continuation of civilization does not depend on blood."

"The Jurchen came over, many people died, and many people lost their entire clan. Zheng Yiquan's bloodline did not remain, but when you were dying, you were by your side, and you passed him on... Try to pass on the story as much as possible. …”

That day, Mr. Ning said this to the young man, but in fact, the people who have died by his side over the years are more than just Zheng Yiquan?Today, he has a better and more powerful method of passing on their will.

In this world, there are some special moments when thousands of threads will gather towards a person, and it will become thin and important.Some lines will break, and some lines will be carried on the backs of bystanders to move on.The continuation of bloodlines, the replacement of nations, the rise and fall of nations, and the struggle of all things to kill, have always been like this.

Liu Muxia finished digging the horse pit and silently polished his knife.

Someone cleared the mines and grenades and passed them over.

Chen Hai led a battalion of soldiers and quietly went out from one side of the camp.

The checkpoints were replaced, and some people got some free time to rest. They slept together and waited.

"I can't sleep a little..."

Someone spoke softly.

"Let me tell you, I still remember the Central Plains more than ten years ago..."

The Central Plains more than ten years ago... Since that moment, how many people have cried, how many people have cried, how many people have been bleeding in the heart-piercing pain, and finally reached this point...

Everyone's story is very ordinary. The death of one person seems so insignificant among the deaths of thousands of people.But whose life and memories are not an epic with ups and downs?
The flames and torment have been violently colliding under the ground for many years, and countless and huge lines have converged at this moment.

Lava is erupting—

……

Chen Hai launched a night attack, and fought with the scouts arranged by Xi Yin on the side of the Han River, shouting to kill Zhentian, round after round.

The Jurchen warriors in the camp were awakened from time to time by the sound of the sound, and anger and anxiety were gathering.

In the middle of the night, Xi Yin walked up to the city wall, and the guards in the city were reporting to him the continuous fire of war on the west field. The fighting was constant everywhere.Not only the wilderness in the west, but also the small-scale fighting in Hanzhong City, has not stopped.That is, the fight was going on everywhere he could see or not.

Xi Yin held the city wall and pondered for a long time.

"...They don't have to sleep?"

He sighed softly.

The Huaxia army they faced was only 2 people.

　A few days ago, Toad told me that he opened a new book, let me remind everyone.I was Cavan that day, and I had a less mature take on it: it was all his fault.

"Smashing the Nine Heavens with One Sword", the new work of the wandering toad, can't be recommended, just let everyone know that this guy has a new book, everyone can go to collect, vote or scold him.

Finished.

(End of this chapter)