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Chapter 436 Legend ([-]) [Two Chapters in One]

Back in time a bit, Hu Biao, with a broken voice, spread his legs and stood on the mountain of cooking cakes.

Facing the direction of Kaifeng City, with a pole on his waist and a voice like a broken gong, he sang the song "Serving the Country with Loyalty" about ten minutes ago.

Location: At the foot of Cooking Bread Mountain, in the camp of the Golden Soldiers.

Under the still bright moonlight, a rush of horseshoes sounded.

Wanyan Zonghan, Wanyan Xiyin, and Wanyan Loushi, the three giants of the Jinbing West Route Army, were added to Wanyan Zongwang, the second prince of the Jin Kingdom and the commander of the East Route Army.

It can be said that on the Kaifeng battlefield, the four highest-ranking members of the Kingdom of Jin rode into the camp on horseback or in a carriage under the protection of a group of generals.

As for the four of them, why did they come here?

Of course, don't look at a small battlefield like Cooking Bread Mountain. For the huge Kaifeng city inside and outside, it is a place the size of booger.

However, as those Song people under the banner of "Xuan Ge Camp" persisted on the mountain day after day, three days have passed now.

Every time their golden soldiers attacked the mountain, they looked like they were beaten down in embarrassment.

It's like slapping their Dajin Kingdom in the face again and again in front of millions of Song people in Kaifeng City.

What's worse, at first they didn't care about such a small matter at all, thinking that everything was under control, they already faintly felt something was wrong.

For example: According to the latest news reported by the subordinates in the army who communicated with the Song people every day.

The civil and military officials of the Song Dynasty, and Xiao Shi, were still extremely respectful in front of them; but when facing them to ask for food, fodder and other supplies, they were not as straightforward as before.

They always look embarrassed, and find excuses to shirk one or two things on their lips; even if they are finally delivered, the quantity they asked for at the beginning is a little less.

Even the amount of gold, silver and silk cloth sent to the army every day is decreasing day by day.

Wanyan Zonghan and others naturally knew why?
On the one hand, as they searched for many days, the amount of money and food in Kaifeng City was indeed getting smaller and smaller, and it was about to bottom out.

On the other hand, it was nothing more than these cunning Song people, seeing their Jin army defeated a few times, they had other thoughts in their hearts, and they became a little dishonest.

Of course!For those of them who participated in the rise of Jurchen, destroyed the Liao Kingdom, and established Dajin.

During this process, the Jurchens fierce general, who has experienced countless bloody battles and crises, said that the things in front of him were nothing more than trivial matters.

As long as the Cooking Cake Mountain is taken down as soon as possible, everything will completely return to normal.

The Song people in Kaifeng City couldn't afford to make any splashes at all; because they were like wild dogs with their spines broken, they yelled a few times at most and couldn't bite people at all.

So in such a situation, Wanyan Zonghan and the other four made this trip.

After galloping into this big camp, the four of them got off their horses one after another, and immediately rushed over to the sick and wounded camp.

While walking around the wounded barracks, Alubu, the chief ten thousand who commanded a Jurchen who attacked Cooking Bread Mountain, was on the sidelines and introduced more details:

"The four commanders, the method of those Song people on the mountain is really powerful and evil.

Every time there was a loud noise like thunder, the soldiers of our army suffered heavy casualties; if their hands, feet, and heads were blown off, the soldiers were all battle-tested generations, and they would not be too afraid.

But back and forth, there were 21 soldiers who fell to the ground, got up, and luckily escaped back.

In the beginning, their bodies were covered with oily skin at most, and they could eat and sleep.

As a result, several hours later, one moment he was either walking or eating and he was fine; the next moment he suddenly vomited blood from his mouth, and he died in a blink of an eye.

Such an evil scene caused the soldiers in the army to start rumors that those Song people on the mountain were all demons, who could practice some cursed vicious demons, and this happened.

Even under driving and repression, they will still attack the mountain desperately, but they are afraid that if this continues, it will cause chaos in the army. "

After saying this, Alu, the chief of the Golden Soldier, was no longer hesitating for a while.

Still opened his mouth again, said his request:

"The second prince, or Commander Zong Han, is also invited to send some shamans with the army to cast spells to break the sorcery of those Song people.

Otherwise, when the troops are less when attacking the mountain, they will not be able to charge up at all. If the troops are a little bit more, those demons will use that kind of demon method, causing heavy casualties to the soldiers.

As long as I break their demon law, I promise to kill them all in one battle~"

After hearing such an outrageous request, Wan Yan Zonghan cursed on the spot:

"Idiot, where are the demons and demons?

I have already figured it out, those huge movements are just some kind of utensils made by a group of Song people on the mountain with a kind of gunpowder.

It is similar to the Liao people's porcelain fire bombs, except that these utensils are more delicately made and more powerful.Now relying on the terrain, such a situation can be created. "

Hearing such a statement, Mrs. Alu Buwan immediately relaxed.

The so-called "porcelain fire bomb" is actually a weapon that the Liao Kingdom put some gunpowder in a porcelain bottle and ignited it. It is similar in principle to a modern grenade.

In terms of power, there is of course a huge difference between the two.

Alu didn't know how many battles he fought with the Liao soldiers in the past, so he had seen this kind of thing. Now after hearing the words and thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case.

Then, Wanyan Zongwang, the Second Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Jin, added another sentence, making him more relaxed:
"I asked the soldiers who hunted them down that day. These Song people fled to this mountain in a hurry, not premeditated; so the amount of grain and such gunpowder utensils that they wanted to bring with them was also limited.

After fighting for many days in a row, how much is left?

Tomorrow the army will continue to attack the mountain, and it will take at most one or two days, and these Song people will not be able to withstand it; today, they will not be able to climb it. "

Should I say it or not!During the period of the rise of the Jurchens, they really produced a lot of talents.

Not to mention Wanyan Aguda, who is fierce, Wanyan Zonghan, Xiyin, Wanyanliang, Zongwang and others are not only quite capable of fighting, but also very easy to use their heads.

He saw the current battlefield situation very clearly and made a reasonable arrangement.

Then Wanyan Xiyin added with a sinister smile:
"After attacking the mountain, don't kill all those women, but capture some alive and send them to me; I like such strong horses, and they are more powerful when they are whipped."

So far, three of the four giants of Jin Bing have all spoken.

Only Wanyan Loushi, except for covering his mouth and coughing from time to time, never spoke at all.

As for such a scene, not to mention the three people including Yan Zonghan, even the chief ten thousand, Alu, didn't care; this kind of useless person who can't even ride a war horse and can only sit in a carriage like a Song Dynasty person, for them Yan Zhen really looked down on him.

It's just that they all think that this matter has been arranged clearly, and there is no time for any changes.

Suddenly, from the Cooking Bread Mountain, bursts of singing sounded again.

If it's just that, then that's all; at this time in the past few days, the Song people on the mountain would start singing, but it also gave the soldiers in the camp a little more entertainment at night.

But today, even many Jin Bing who don't understand Chinese, after hearing that new song, panicked inexplicably.

Because they seemed to faintly feel that there was something more in the singing that frightened them.

And Wan Yan Zonghan and other generals who knew Chinese, after understanding some of the lyrics, their complexions changed drastically, and they no longer had the indifference that they had everything under control just now.

They have an intuition that they can't go on like this, otherwise there may be a big change.

After a long time, Wanyan Zonghan took a deep breath and solemnly said:

"No, Alu, it doesn't matter how much food, fodder and equipment you want, and how many people you want to die. In short, just ask, and we will satisfy you, but those Song people on the mountain must be captured tomorrow."

After Wan Fuchang Alu didn't hear the words, he silently nodded and agreed, his face was as serious as the others.

"Those Song people on the mountain, who are they? Why are they so brave? Tomorrow, we will call the Song Dynasty court in Kaifeng City and explain the corresponding situation clearly."

In the following time, Wanyan Xiyin spoke more solemnly and suggested to Zong Wang and Zong Han.

Faced with this suggestion, the commanders of the Eastern and Western Route Army of the Golden Army turned their heads; at this moment, the commanders of the Golden Army could no longer relax.

It's not right to say that, because Wanyan Loushi, who is currently covering her mouth with a handkerchief, has a rather complicated expression on her lowered face.

On the one hand, it is the deep-seated hatred for Hu Biao and others.

On the other hand, it is gratitude to Hu Biao and others.

It's not that he's gone crazy, but that he has a kind of abnormal comfort in his heart: I have reminded you a long time ago that you can't underestimate Xuan Geying and Hu Yitong.

In the end, you all took Lao Tzu's words as fart, and you deserve to be in such a mess now...

*******
The next day, which was the thirteenth day of the first month of the second year of Jingkang, was very early in the morning.

Chen Ergou walked out of the empty courtyard of his house with a pair of bloodshot eyes, thick dark circles, and a yawn like a mountain ringing.

That's right!In this city of Kaifeng, the former helper of Zhao Butcher's family is now Min Zhuang under the command of the Song Dynasty official family.

During the time last night, I suffered from insomnia again, and did not fall asleep for another night.

There is no way, even if he only studied in a private school for more than a year when he was young, he still can't know a lot of Chinese characters, let alone familiar with poetry and songs.

But after the singing sound reached his ears last night, some of the lyrics sang to his heart.

In particular, the words "How many loyal brothers and sisters buried their bones in a foreign country", "Why do you cherish a hundred deaths to serve your family and country", and "Planting flowers in a dignified way should be congratulated from all directions".

When it landed in his ear, he immediately felt a burst of anger rising from his abdomen, directly rushing to Tianling Gai.

This inexplicable anger made him blush, and he wanted to pull out the butcher's knife under the bed to kill all those Jurchen savages.

Just when he was about to get up, he lay back on the bed in a slumped state.

Days of lingering, and the fact that my old mother told me repeatedly before she died that she must let them grow old.

And these reasons, or excuses, that he promised the other party before his wife died, that he must live a good life, once again made him choose to give up habitually.

That's the problem, since the fire in his head was ignited, it couldn't be extinguished no matter what, and he kept opening it until dawn again.

"Chen Ergou, you are a gutless waste."

I don't know how many times he cursed himself like this...

As usual, with a half-fed stomach and a long gun with a rusty tip on his shoulder, Chen Ergou walked towards the east wall.

While bowing his head and yawning big, he thought to himself:

"Since yesterday morning, the ministers of the imperial court have issued strict orders to strengthen our defenses and strictly prohibit other idlers from climbing the city wall, so as not to delay the military plane.

I bother!Nowadays, those who are beaten like dogs by the golden men will only wag their tails and beg for mercy. What military opportunities are there?

These soft goods that have no bones and can only bully their own people are nothing more than fearing that the people will remind the grandpas on the cooking cake mountain that the news of the sneak attack by the golden soldiers will offend those golden people.

But even if it is not on the city wall, after the people in the city went up to the roof yesterday, they could not always see the mountain of cooking cakes that was a lot higher than the city wall.

A group of soldiers on the city wall secretly communicated with the people below the city. Once the Jin people made a movement, everyone still shouted loudly.

Judging from the movement at that time, maybe half of the men, women and children in Kaifeng Dongcheng were all shouting in unison?

I don't know what tricks those lords will play today. Could it be that they dispatched the arresters and yamen servants from Kaifeng Mansion to arrest those grandfathers and inform the common people?

No matter what, as long as those golden dogs want to sneak attack, we must find a way to notify them when the time comes. "

With such an idea in mind, Chen Ergou walked out of the alley where his house was located; after arriving here, he met an absolutely unexpected person.

That's the nearby area, the famous old master Huang who everyone knows.

Old Master Huang has read books all his life, but he has never waited for the moment of roll call outside the Donghua Gate.

On weekdays, he makes a living by running a private school, accepting all children from rich and poor families, which is very old-fashioned; Chen Ergou studied in a private school for more than a year, and it was under the hands of Old Master Huang.

I still remember the time when I was slapped on the palm of my hand by a ruler for being naughty.

At the same time, Old Master Huang is a upright person, his examination skills are not good enough, but his teaching skills are excellent. Over the years, there are three disciples who have been taught by him, and they have been admitted to Jinshi.

So in Dongcheng's generation, they are not only well-known, but also respected by everyone.

It's a pity that on the day Jin Bing entered the city, Chen Ergou never met Huang, who used to like to walk out of the house early in the morning every morning, and had a bowl of mutton soup with a pancake before returning to his private school. Old Master.

It wasn't Old Master Huang who died at the hands of Jin Bing that day.

Instead, I heard some folks who lived next to Mr. Huang's house say that he locked himself in the yard every day and drank endlessly all day long.

Once he got drunk, he would yell at the officials for their stupidity, that the officials in the court and the central government were wronging the country, and that the barbarians of the Jin Kingdom would die in a bad way.

The wife of Mrs. Huang's family passed away a long time ago, and only one daughter married a beloved disciple a few years ago, and she followed her to the south of the Yangtze River to become an official, but now she lives alone.

If I abuse myself so much every day, even if I don't drink to death, I'm afraid it will be bad.

But now the old master Huang in front of Chen Ergou is not as rumored.

There was no trace of filth on his head and face, a Dongpo scarf was on his head, his snow-white long beard was combed very elegantly, he was wearing a brand new green shirt with no wrinkles, and a pair of thin-soled fast boots were also seventy to eighty percent new.

It's exactly the old Mr. Huang who loved cleanliness in the past, and he's back again.

wrong!It should be cleaner and tidier than before.

It was a little strange that there was actually a long sword hanging around Old Master Huang's waist; just before Chen Ergou figured out why this old man was hanging such a light and light long sword that didn't look like much weight.

The old master Huang has already looked over, based on the huge sense of deterrence and fear that he developed when he was hit on the palm with a ruler when he was young.

Chen Ergou instinctively stood up straight and saluted, and shouted respectfully: "Master~"

After saluting, I asked my own doubts:
"Master, is this going to use the food? It's just that the food shortage in the city has been severe recently, and all the restaurants have been closed. I'm afraid I can't find a place."

After hearing such a statement, Old Master Huang waved his hands indifferently and laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, I have other delicacies to enjoy today, and I don't care if I don't eat mutton soup and pancakes."

While speaking, Old Master Huang had already passed Chen Ergou.

At this moment, Chen Ergou noticed another detail:
Old Master Huang, who was originally somewhat hunched, actually straightened his back, and his back as he strode forward looked a little indescribably heroic...

It is strange to say that Chen Ergou actually met a lot of acquaintances today.

He was puzzled by what Old Master Huang was doing today, and continued to walk a few steps forward.

After seeing a figure, he blurted out another sentence: "Official Zhao~"

In fact, this so-called Zhao Daguan is not a general Ximen Daguan.

To be more precise, it was Chen Ergou's original owner, a butcher Zhao butcher who was one of the largest butchers within the Kaifeng East City.

A man with a height of six feet, a waist circumference of almost six feet, and a full face.

Even though they are engaged in a lowly job like a butcher, there are more than [-] people who are just helping out. They help kill pigs and sheep every day, and sell them. Sometimes there are at least hundreds of them.

After twenty years of accumulation, his net worth is quite rich.

There is a large courtyard in Kaifeng City, and the concubines are all married to the third wife. They are called "Official Zhao" by many people, and they are simply envied by Chen Ergou's idol.

It is also a pity that I heard that Zhao Butcher's recent situation is not very good.

Not to mention that now that Jin Bing came, his business was completely ruined; more importantly, in order to collect enough compensation for Jin Bing, the imperial court almost robbed him in the city.

Poor people like Chen Ergou are better off. There is nothing to grab at home.

But Zhao Butcher's family, I heard that Xiao Shi of Kaifeng Mansion took people there three or four times, fearing that the family had suffered a catastrophe.

The amazing thing is that at this moment, Chen Ergou can't see the slightest hint of despair on Zhao Butcher's face; instead, he is just like the old master Huang just now, refreshed, and his whole body is cleaned up quite cleanly and carefully.

Wearing a square scarf on his head and a brand-new silk robe on his body, he was dressed as if he was going to a banquet.

The only disharmony is that in the hands of the official Zhao, he is holding a wrapped object wrapped in red cloth; judging by Chen Ergou's familiarity, that object is a butcher's knife.

Facing Chen Ergou's greeting, Zhao Tuhu didn't say anything.

Just a smile, even in response to his greeting.

When the two passed by, Chen Ergou suddenly had a big doubt in his heart:

Why is it that Wang Babu, who is usually a group of them who help out and laugh at Mr. Zhao in private, looks a little different today?Perhaps, there is an extra aura and freedom that he can't tell what it is...

(End of this chapter)