South, Bianliang, February 10th.?

The Lantern Festival is approaching, and many people are preparing to burn lanterns and set off flames, be happy to guess riddles, eat Lantern Festival together, and pull rabbit lanterns and other festival activities. However, the movements in the north finally came to the capital through different channels. Through different channels, different people brought the Wu Chao people who were originally excited about the festive atmosphere suddenly became confused. From north to south, the whole city and the whole city began to flee south frantically, spreading their families and their families.

The news came from the north ten days ago. At this time, Bianliang, which we arrived in the south, was just the night before the Lantern Festival. The whole family of Bai Mansion was still preparing for the festival. After Bai Ning practiced the skills, he watched Xifu in the backyard and made simple rabbit lanterns under the guidance of the old housekeeper.

Seeing the silly girl happily holding a knife and Linglong cutting a small wooden stick, Cao Shaoqing came with the worst news. Bai Ning opened the note and looked at it a few times, then pinched it into a ball. The expression on her face suddenly turned from indifference to expressionless. She turned her head to look at the subordinates next to her, "So that's it, Wanyan Zonghan of the Right Army has been blocked at Yanmen Pass for two days?"

"The left and right armies of the Jurchens went south respectively. Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Xiyi were commanding the right army. They arrived at Yanmen Pass on the 8th. However, the situation there was probably still halfway." Cao Shaoqing said these things, and the face covered with makeup was mostly calm and rational, and he couldn't even feel that these things were related to him.

Bai Ning withdrew his gaze and tapped his fingers on the table twice, "What's the reaction on Your Majesty?"

"There is no difference from being crazy. I smashed a lot of things. Should the Supervisor go there now?"

The sitting figure had already stood up and walked outside, "Go... Go to the north immediately. Whether he or she agrees or not, she must go."

At the door, Xifu stopped what was in his hand, looked over, and reacted slowly for a moment before speaking: "Honeyone... where are you going? Come here quickly... Look at the rabbit made by Xifu..."

"My husband has to go to the north for something, and Xifu wants to stay at home with Linglong, do you know?"

The room suddenly became quiet, and the old housekeeper trembled. He could hear what the two of them said just now, and his behavior was normal at this time. The little man suddenly ran over and looked up at Bai Ning, "Godfather... Isn't it very dangerous?"

Bai Ning rubbed her little face and did not directly answer, "Do you know how to take good care of your mother at home? My godfather will come back once he goes out, if it goes well..."

"Linglong knows that it's a war... it's very dangerous!" Xiao Linglong's eyes were very anxious, and then blinked, "Don't worry, godfather, Linglong won't let bad people come into the house."

"Um!"

Bai Ning nodded, glanced at him, and left. In the afternoon, a large number of people rushed to the palace, where, no matter what the queue had been, everyone came over with a purpose, and the emperor fell ill and fell ill...

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North.

The flames on the pass were burning, blood was constantly splashing on the top of the city wall, the entire section of the city wall was dyed scarlet, arrows kept shooting back and forth in the sky, Qin Ming waved his mace and kept running at the top of the city on the battlements, and the corpse under his feet spread out, his helmet was knocked away at some point, his head was scattered, and a touch of blood was covered with his cheeks.

Under the wall, the ladders were still hanging up, and the Jurchens rushed up wildly, and the soldiers spreading up were fighting with a destructive momentum.

"Huang Xin...Huang Xin!!" Qin Ming shouted, took a step and swung the mace away. With a whisper, he smashed the head of a Jurchen who was stabbing over. His brain and blood shot out of the sky spirit cover and pasted it on the wall.

On the other side, someone rushed over and replied to him: "Brother... I'm here, not dead yet!"

"Do you die or not! Take out that thunder, you can't stop it from the wall, blow up their ladder!"

"Okay!" Huang Xin roared, turned around and ran away quickly, waved to him and rushed down the inner city wall.

As soon as he left the other side, the man with a nickname called Pili Fire turned around. The Jurchen soldier with a gun rushed over, roaring and stumbled at him. Qin Ming waved the mace out with a bang, and smashed the weapon directly at the other party. The Jurchen soldier's weapons flew away, blood burped, and his hands holding the gun were broken into a ball, but the man was still twisting and excited, rushing over, opening his mouth and biting it.

"Drive"

The mace turned in one direction in his hand, and then hit the other person's face. The whole face was instantly broken, the flesh curled up, the nose collapsed, the eye sockets shattered and pierced the eyeballs, and the corpse flew backwards and smashed into the crowd.

He took a breath. His body, which had just recovered from injury, was not suitable for such high-intensity battles, but there was no way to survive without fighting. The next moment, more than a dozen Jurchen soldiers who had climbed up the ladder bit their steel swords and jumped onto the city wall and looked at him.

Qin Ming wiped the blood on his face and smiled freely, "I said... I will never retreat again! You guys come again!" He waved his mace and rushed over. With the shouts, he had already stepped out. The blade on the opposite side was cut off, and the mace suddenly took off from his hand and smashed it open. He quickly pulled out the steel knife from his waist, and then slashed at the first person with a sudden knife. The arm swung by the Jurchen man broke, and blood was gushing out wildly, but he still piled up with his body without fear of death. The other Jurchen soldiers also followed closely at this time.

Qin Ming slashed the chest of the Jurchen soldier with broken arms twice. He reached out to grab the body that was about to fall and blocked it. After a few bangs, several blades were chopped on the armor of the corpse. He held the body with one arm and smashed it towards several Jurchen soldiers, and then rushed to follow. The blade directly cut open one's stomach, and the smell of blood was filled with it.

Among the countless sword lights in front of him, Qin Ming tried a few times and found a gap to jump out of the battle group. Then seven or eight soldiers from his side rushed over and blocked them. But afterwards, the roaring and bloody light made him unable to open his eyes. The soldiers under his command who rushed up fell down instantly, and the rest were also struggling.

"Push them down!"

Qin Ming yelled, running and picking up the mace that was smashed from the ground, smashing a Jurchen man who had just appeared outside the wall to death. His body fell down and fell down the ladder.

Afterwards, another Jurchen rushed over and he rushed forward. Fights like this were everywhere on this pass, fighting were formed in a whole circle, and Jurchens kept coming up screaming and pushing the Wu Chao soldiers backwards.

Under the inner city wall, Huang Xin's figure appeared.

Wooden boxes were piled in a safe place, with one hundred Wuchao soldiers guarding them. Huang Xin pinched a bamboo tube and lit the lead under the torch, rushed towards the wall, waved his arms, and threw it out.

In the dark night, the burning line drew a beautiful arc and fell under the outer city wall, where there happened to be a ladder.

Then, the moment Huang Xin pulled out the knife.

The explosion sounded. A violent and short burst of explosion suddenly rushed into his sight under the city wall. The flames, smoke and dust, wood chips of the ladder and the broken limbs with blood were raised up.

Huang Xin saw hope, his eyes were congested, he raised his steel knife and roared: "Brothers, go and get the thunder in his palm."

He slashed the Jurchen soldiers with one knife.

The blood suddenly opened.

"Blow them to death!"

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