In the seventh year of Xinghe, February.

Spring has come, and spring thunder exploded in the sky. The news from the spies from the North East Factory showed signs of troops mobilizing in Shangjing, Yanjing and other places. Qin Ming from Yanmen Pass felt vaguely uneasy. Looking at the mountains in the north, the gradually melted snow turned into clear water and flowed down into a stream.

Qin Ming is almost forty years old, and his energy is much worse than before. In the past years, he has had dozens or hundreds of battles, and he can be regarded as a general with hundreds of battles. In the first half of his life, defecting to Liangshan was the only stain, but at that time he had no choice. Whenever he remembered the moment when his wife, children and mother were beheaded on the city that day, he could still feel severe pain in his heart.

Now that he is in the north to guard Yanmen, he can know the news about the Juzhen in the north earlier. In the past two days, he has passed the movements in the north to the rear. Tong Guan, who was originally in charge, hopes that they can take precautions as soon as possible and build a second line of defense. Because the iron hoof from the north comes over, he doesn't know whether he can defend the front line.

Looking at the setting sun, Qin Ming felt a trembling for no reason. Then, in the twilight, he saw a man running in the sunset on his back, and he could vaguely see an arrow shot into his back on his back.

"Open and close the door and let him in!" Qin Ming lay down on the wall and looked at it, then yelled and rushed down the city wall.

The heavy pass gate opened a gap that was enough for horses to pass through. Qin Ming opened the soldiers who surrounded him, helped the scouts who were arrowed on the horse's back, and shouted to the soldiers around him: "Let the doctors in the army come over, hurry up!"

The man pinched Qin Ming's hand armor at this time, and his bloodless lips stuttered, "………General…… The Jurchens are here…. He told everyone to go up the city tower quickly……………Wanyan…Wanyan….”

The "Zong Han" he said did not say it, but soon the army led by Wanyan Zonghan had arrived dozens of miles away from Yanmen Pass. In the dim light of the sky, when darkness came, Qin Ming and Huang Xin looked at the city wall and faintly saw the spots of firelight in the camp. The Jurchens were indeed coming.

Getting off the city wall, the opponent should not attack the city tonight. The two began to act separately, gathered soldiers to start to speak, cheer up, arrange defensive tasks at each point in the city section, and then how to dispatch the logistics transport. By the time they did all this, it was already late at night.

So, the two of them lit a bonfire under the wall, and as they watched the busy soldiers coming and going, they also said something.

Qin Ming looked at the old brother next to him wiping the blade, and the wooden branches in his hand poured into the fire: "I feel unsure whether I can defend this time. After all, there are only four or five thousand people in the firehead army and the groom on this pass.

"It should be no problem." Huang Xin looked at the blade with a flash of fire after wiping the blade, which was very bright, showing a satisfied expression. Hearing Qin Ming's words, the knife hangs down, "The horse has been sent out in the afternoon. Liang Yuanchui and Suo Chao are in Weizhou. If the road is not delayed, they should be able to insert a knife behind Wanyan Zonghan's butt."

"It's a journey of two or three hundred miles... they can ride a thousand-mile horse." Qin Ming took a big breath, looked at the jumping flames, and seemed to have made a decision, "... If you can defend, you can defend... If you can't defend, you can retreat."

"Hmm?" Huang Xin frowned and asked the syllables of questioning.

Qin Ming buried his head and silently used a piece of branches to twig the burning branches. After a while, in the old brother's puzzled eyes, he finally spoke: "If you can't win, take your brothers and retreat."

The bonfire became quiet, and passing soldiers stopped and looked over.

Huang Xin waved his hand to the other party and walked away, and looked at Qin Ming again, his eyes became serious, "You want to be a hero... it's not like this."

The knife in his hand was inserted into the sheath with a sniff, and he lowered his voice and almost shouted: "Brother for more than ten years, do you want to be a hero gloriously with just one word? Do you think you look like a hero like this?"

Bang!

The branch was broken in Qin Ming's hands, "What should I do? Let everyone get here together, we can't escape the Jurchens' horse hooves."

Then, he shook his head again and his voice became much lower: "This is just the worst plan. Just as you said, maybe Liang Yuanchui and the others will be able to arrive within two or three days after receiving the letter of help and give a note behind Wanyan Zonghan's butt."

"You said it all, maybe!" Huang Xin stood up in anger and walked back and forth a few steps, "Where is me if you leave the rear? When I go back, what about my face? When I go back, what will I see the governor? When Guan Sheng and the others, I will become a deserter."

"fart!"

Qin Ming threw the broken branch in his hand to the ground, suddenly stood up and roared at him: "I asked you to leave, who dares to say you are a deserter?"

"You were dead at that time!" Huang Xin yelled back with red eyes.

Qin Ming took a deep breath and the white mist spit out from his mouth, "But I am the main general... I didn't cut a knife, didn't shoot a arrow, and left the city. Do you know what the crime is? Do you want to take a crime if you die?"

"…..." Huang Xin fell into silence over there.

At this moment, I heard a word from the other side: "It may not be possible to die. Don't forget the thunder in the palm transported by the Admiral and the things Ling Zhen had made. I have believed it. The people who transported it have taught us how to use it, and the power is still OK. When the time comes, throw it into the crowd, you can blow it to death. We have three big boxes, what are we afraid of!"

"good!"

Huang Xin held the hilt tightly, "Let's fight first and talk about other things. It will inevitably affect the morale of the army when it says it. We brothers have survived such a great disaster. Can a northern barbarian fly into the sky?"

When he said this, he was also uneasy, but if he didn't say that, he could no longer find any other words to continue. Only when the opponent attacked and shot it with real swords and guns, would he decide whether to go or defend.

The two sat back to the fire again in silence until the sky was shining, and the sound of war drums outside the city alarmed them. Then, looking from the city wall, army lines were gathering, forming, spreading to the left and right.

On the city wall, Qin Ming issued a series of defensive and resistance instructions, and the formation was set.

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Among the overwhelming Jin army's main formation, Wanyan Xiyi, who was the marshal of the right army of the attack on Wu and the right supervisor, had his Jurchen name: the God of the Valley, the creator of the Jurchen writing, and participated in major events such as the attack on Liao and the founding of the country. Among the generals of the royal family, only Wanyan Zongwang and Zonghan could compete with him.

This time he came to the south, most of him served as the military counselor, and the one who really commanded the battle was Wanyan Zonghan. At this time, the two of them were talking about how to break through Yanmen Pass in their own formation.

"The guard general Qin Ming was originally an official of the Wu Dynasty. Later, he surrendered to a local thief and was finally surrendered to the court. It is said that this person is not very good in martial arts." Wanyan Xiyi looked at the flag with the word Qin at the horse's back. "It is better to send an envoy to come over if this person can surrender repeatedly. If he can take down this heroic pass without bloodshed, it would be worth it to give him an official position."

Wanyan Zonghan walked in front of the formation with his horse head. A pair of sable tails on his head swayed and looked at Yanmen Pass. After a while, he raised his horse whip and raised it: "Send an envoy to come and ask."

A Jin soldier who could speak a little Chinese was riding a horse towards Chengguan with a white flag. He was then shot to death by an arrow and fell backwards and was dragged back in stirrups.
Chapter completed!