The Heaven of Eternal Life (Seven)

Accompanied by the deafening roar, a large hole more than three meters wide was cracked on the wall on the east side of Beihelin. The dust dissipated and there was no living creature in the gap. A few years later, a Mongolian warrior who survived the Battle of Beihelin described it like this, "If you asked someone to push the Wujinshuang cart to the side of the city wall under your feet when you were guarding the city, the best choice was to jump off the city head immediately, because that would make you die more." The remaining limbs between the broken bricks and rocks were so terrifying that they were so scary that the Mongolian warriors who survived this battle would cover their chests every time they dreamed at midnight, pressed their hearts that almost jumped out of their throats back into their bodies, and comforted themselves over and over again, "I am dreaming, I am dreaming, now I have joined the Ming army, no longer fight, and I will not fight with the Zhenbei Army."

During the long years of Zhenbei Army's war, the soldiers never witnessed such a violent explosion again. On that day, the crazy Zhu Di ordered that all the Wujinshuang (the earth-making fire cotton) collected by the Zhenbei Army be pushed to the city. General Chang Mao ignited the first blasting car with his own hands. Although the war horse was premonition of the crisis and quickly took him away from the city wall, Chang Mao was still injured by the earth-shaking explosion. It took more than three months to recover his hearing under Zhenyao's careful conditioning.

At the moment of the explosion, a beautiful golden lotus slowly rose under the city, brighter than the sun at noon. Mongolian warriors who were a little far away from the explosion site then temporarily lost their vision and hearing. When they could see the object again, the first thing that came into their eyes was the remains of their companions. The plasma was sticking to flesh and dust and covered their heads and faces. The hellish scene made them think that they had died in the explosion and were repaying the sins they had owed in the eighteen levels of hell. The faces of the corpse that fell to them were so strange, with no wounds, and even the Mongolian battle robe was lifted away. They lay softly, and a few dark spots appeared in front of your eyes. Blood slowly flowed out from the nostrils, eyes, ears and the cracked mouth with a crack.

"Wow", Mandu Latu, who has always regarded human life as a mustard, had something in his stomach, vomiting all his bile. Several soldiers knelt on the top of the half of the city, vomiting wildly, and did not care about the shocking shouts of the Ming soldiers beside him, and did not care about the desperate wailing of the personal army of Tuo Sitemur below the city before the death of the battle.

At the gap, the red-eyed Huairou soldiers and Mongolian warriors were stirred into a ball, with crossbows, long arrows, sabers, and spears. Things that could pierce the body to maximize their efficiency to harvest life. After several battles, the siege slowly developed into street fighting. The soldiers of the Zhenbei Army ignited bundles of grenades into the house where the Mongolian warriors resisted. The raging fire ignited half of the sky. The bright red clouds, the bright red river water, the bright red city head, the bright red flames, the northern and the forest disappeared forever on the Ming map with the bright red.

Zhang Zhengxin did not participate in the street fighting. When the city was broken, he asked the King of Yan for an arrow and went straight to the west gate. He expected that Tuogusi Temur would not die with the city and would escape. Since he could give up Yingchang and give up Helin, he would never sit in Beihelin City and wait for death. The clear horse hoof prints at the west gate verified Zhang Zhengxin's intuition. When Li Shanping was taken to the north and Lin City, Tuogusi Temur quietly escaped from Ximen with his confidant ministers and three sons. Following the horse hoof prints, you can find that they went west from Helin along the ancient Aluhun River (now Eluhun River, in Outer Mongolia), turned to the southeast at the end of the river, and finally escaped into the vast sea of ​​thousands of miles along the Wangji River.

Without a road map, Zhang Zheng, who had been chasing for three days and three nights, looked at the desert with hatred and sighed. It was a sea of ​​death where camels were buried inside. In the dry season of autumn and winter, sand and dust that burst at any time could cover up all traces of life. He could not and dare not take the lives of the soldiers to take risks.

When Zhang Zhengxin returned to Beihelin, everything was over. More than 150 Mongolian princes and nobles and a concubine of Tuogustimur were taken to Nanjing by the army to offer prisoners. The autumn wind blew the thin clothes of the women, and their bodies shivered in the wind. The once majestic Beihelin no longer exists. The tall city walls of the past turned into piles of bluestones and piles of yellow earth.

When something happened, there was an indelible ominous omen lingering in Zhang Zhengxin's mind. He handed his subordinates to his deputy to settle down. He rode his horse to the city. The streets were quiet and neat, and all the doors and windows of the courtyard were closed. The soldiers of the Zhenbei Army patrolling the road were still as orderly as usual, and when they met officers on the road, they were still as united and efficient as usual. However, Zhang Zhengxin always felt that something had been missing. Something must have happened in the past seven or eight days, and he missed it.

I saw Su Ceyu from afar. The robber in the eyes of the Mongols was commanding the prisoners of war to put the remaining luxury goods from the palace to the court on the carriage of the Ming merchants. Although it was an old thing in the Tartar Palace, the merchants were still very happy to move them. These things were shipped to the Central Plains to sell at a price that exceeded the actual value of the items themselves, because they were once "used", and even the emperor's chamber pot was a rare treasure in the eyes of some artful people.

Zhang Zheng rushed over, jumped off his horse, and moved Su Ceyu's shoulder. "Whip, what happened these days? You transport things just to the city walls. How can we take over in the future?"

Su Ceyu handed over the work in his hand to Huang Yi and turned around to give Zhang Zhengxin a warm smile. This guy would also smile. Zhang Zhengxin felt even more strange. A cool sweat came out to soak his back. Su Ceyu and Li Yao were both living Hell who killed people without blinking. They laughed. It was broken. A miserable picture appeared in Zhang Zhengxin's imagination, old, weak, women and children, bayonets, bullets, and blood!

If a tragedy really happens on earth, teacher Li Shanping can't rest in peace under the fountain. The teacher cleans up his clothes before jumping off the city, which means that he has seen through life and death. He did not let the Mongolians do it, but chose to jump off the city. In addition to motivating the disciples under the city, there is another possibility that he is unwilling to die at the hands of Mongolian warriors and increase hatred between the two sides. "I will go even if I have thousands of people." The teacher is a real brave man. In addition to looking at life and death indifferently, his thin body also contains the courage to forgive his enemies.

However, can disciples, including himself, really understand the teacher? Zhang Zhengxin was not sure. The moment the teacher fell from the city, what he wanted to do the most was to rush into the city, kill everyone, and let everyone in Beihelin bury him for the teacher. However, in the past few days of pursuing Tugustimuer, his heart slowly recovered from grief gradually regained his reason. After the Battle of Liaodong, the teacher once said that if the Ming Dynasty wanted to conquer the grassland, it must have a mind to tolerate the grassland, otherwise it would be just a repetition of the stories of the Northern Expedition in the past dynasties and to make a wedding dress for the rise of the new nation.

Can you think so, will the King of Yan think so? As Zhu Di's confidant general, Zhang Zhengxin could feel the pain and struggle of His Highness the King of Yan in recent months. In his letter to King of Yan, Zhu Yuanzhang implicitly told the King of Yan that he could use any identity to discuss matters with the Jinshan tribe, which was equivalent to acquiescing the rumors that Zhu Di had half of the Mongol bloodline. Then, the Andong army under Tang He went to the frontier to support Daning in the name of King Ning, and rumors began to appear in the court and the country that King of Yan Zhu Di would betray the Ming Dynasty at any time. All of this could not be heard by Zhu Di, nor could he remain indifferent. Once he was depressed, he would probably use the blood of the Mongol blood to prove his innocence and loyalty.

Even if the King of Yan can tolerate these Mongols, will other generals in the army be willing? According to the staff system formulated by Teacher Wu for the Zhenbei Army, any matters that do not involve decisions in the army will be discussed at the round table. At that big round table, King of Yan Zhu Di most of the time had to choose to follow the crowd. Most of the former Imperial Army generals who sat at the round table had fought with the Mongols for many years, and their hatred was unforgettable. Another part of the new Beijingers, like Zhang Zhengxin, was mostly from Huairou Yixue, who were proud disciples of Li Shanping, and the hatred of killing his master was irreconcilable. If a balance was used to determine the fate of the Mongols in Beihelin at this moment, one end was placed on survival and the other end was put on death, and all the weight would be pressed on the other end. The moment Tuogusi Timur ordered people to escort Li Shanping to the top of the city, the fate of the Mongols after the city was broken was destined.

Tuogustimuer's trick is so vicious. Beihelin is a place where Mongolian nobles live. Once a massacre like Qujing occurs in Beihelin, all Mongolian tribes will regard the Han people as enemies. Unless the last Mongolian died in battle, the bleeding will never stop on the grassland.

"No," Zhang Zhengxin shook his head and tried his best to drive away the confused thoughts in his mind. The pursuit for a few days was too tiring, so tired that he could hardly think normally. If a massacre of the city really happened, how could so many Mongolians be supervised to demolish the city walls?

"Whip, tell me the truth, what's wrong with Bei Helin?"

"Beihelin no longer exists", Su Ceyu's answer was extremely straightforward.

"Not exists anymore", his head buzzed, and blood rushed directly to Zhang Zhengxin's forehead.

Looking at Zhang Zhengxin's anxious look, Su Ceyu gently brushed Zheng Chen on his robe for him, "What are you anxious about? Beihe Lincheng no longer exists, but everyone in the city is there, except for those who were accidentally killed in street fighting, everyone is there."

"Everyone is here"? Zhang Zhengxin became more and more confused.

"Of course, who will sell our goods to in the future, and who will buy the wool?" Su Ceyu changed into a face of a prodigal businessman. "His Royal Highness Yan ordered that whether you caught Tuogus Temur or not, you will go to see him as soon as possible after you come back. As for this city, only by watching it be demolished with your own eyes can we relieve the hatred in our soldiers."

"I'll go and report to His Highness King Yan immediately. Whip, don't run around. I'll look for you in your tent tonight." Zhang Zhengxin could hardly believe his ears, and he broke down the city wall to vent his anger. His Highness King Yan's seemingly ridiculous behavior must have been beyond everyone's expectations. Some big things have indeed happened in the past few days, which has changed the character of King Yan and Whip. He hopes to find the answer as soon as possible what is going on.

"This kid"! Looking at Zhang Zhengxin's excited back, Su Ceyu smiled knowingly. This kid looks very much like himself back then. He was not betrayed by the Goryeo people back then, and he still had no hatred even in his heart in the war. I hope he will never get hatred in his heart in this life, because the heart filled with hatred is too tired and too tired.

On the night when the city was broken, the Zhenbei Army surrounded Beihe Lin Tuan under the order of the King of Yan. Su Ceyu and the powerful general Li Yao, two people who had the deepest hatred of the Mongols, led the team to search door-to-door, drove all the people out of the house, and drove them to the grassland outside the city, and ranked men, women, and young and old. According to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, the concubines, relatives, and ministers of Beihe Lin would be taken to Nanjing. The fate of the others was completely in the hands of Zhu Di. As long as he gave his order, the city would be completely erased from the grassland and would not be left with a creature.

"Kill" and wandered in the central army's tent. Zhu Di only had one word in his heart. He hated, hated Tuogusi Timur forcing Li Shanping to death, hated the rumors outside that he would betray the Ming Dynasty at any time, hated the unfairness of the heaven to him. He needed to use massacre to vent his anger, and all the generals would not object to the massacre. Today they witnessed Li Shanping's death with their own eyes, and the revenge of killing his master was irreconcilable. However, there seemed to be a voice constantly reminding him, "You can't do this, you can't do this, you can't do this, you can't do this, you can't do this, you can't do this, you can't do this, you can't do this, you are your brothers."

"Your Highness, General Su Ceyu is asking for a meeting." The personal soldiers reported carefully through the tent door.

"Invite him in," Zhu Di ordered impatiently. Su Ceyu came to urge him so soon, are you afraid that the Lone King will regret it?

The tent door was gently pushed open, and Su Ceyu respectfully supported a Mongolian woman and walked in. The woman raised her head, and her clear eyes were touching Zhu Di's confused eyes.

I have seen her, and Zhu Di's heart suddenly shivered. How could this woman feel so familiar? Her actual age cannot be seen on her wrinkled face, but her eyes and figure seem to be hidden deep in her heart, so it makes people feel so intimate.

"Ce Yu, who is she? Why did you bring a Mongolian to my tent?" Zhu Di asked nervously, his usual majesty was lost in his voice.

Su Ceyu looked confused. Today, these two people were so strange that he almost suspected that he was in a dream. "Report to His Highness, the relative of this woman, once saved the life of the General of the Mo. Today, the General of the General searched in the city and met her by chance, so he specially brought her to ask for personal favors. Please let the King of Yan give her a way out for the General of the Unexpected General."

This is Su Ceyu's words. The horse thieves on the grassland have a clear love and hatred. When they were at the end of their journey, an old Erji saved the lives of several of them. Afterwards, he took people to thank them, but the old man disappeared. I remember that this woman was in the old man's tent and handed him a bowl of milk tea. He knew the kindness of a meal, so today he would rather be scolded by the King of Yan than let the woman leave. Unexpectedly, this woman refused to leave and insisted on bringing him to see the King of Yan. After seeing him, he could not control his life and death.

"You beg me to let you go"? In Su Ceyu's eyes, Zhu Di looked unanimous at all, and asked a question to the mysterious woman with a rare and pleasant look recently.

The woman did not answer, and still looked at Zhu Di with her clear eyes, as if she had forgotten everything around her as if she had seen a rare treasure.

"You beg me to let go of your family and friends." Zhu Di didn't mind the rudeness of the woman and continued to ask questions on his own.

Su Ceyu touched the woman's arm through his battle robe and whispered: "Speak, this is Your Highness, Your Highness, Are You Asking You?"

"Don't touch her, I don't allow you to touch her." Zhu Di suddenly got angry and shouted at Su Ceyu, scaring Su Ceyu and hurriedly hid aside.

"Call General Su down, I have something to say to you alone." The woman was called back to her heart by a loud shout, smiled, and her smile warmed the entire tent like the spring breeze.

Zhu Di obeyed the woman for no reason and ordered Su Ceyu: "General Su, you retreat first, there is nothing you have to do here."

"Your Highness, you, be careful." Su Ceyu originally wanted to remind Zhu Di to pay attention to safety. Seeing Zhu Di's strange expression, he swallowed his words back to his stomach.

There were only two people left in the tent, looking at each other and not talking to each other. The candle jumped in the glass lampshade, reflecting two shadows one tall and one short on the tent wall, trembling with the night wind.

The woman's hand also began to tremble, and she trembled and stretched her right hand into the collar of her robe, and took off a piece of jade as big as a thumb.

A golden peace surrounded the air, and Zhu Di already knew who the other party was. He trembled and took a piece of jade from his neck, took his body temperature and handed it to the woman's hands.

Two pieces of jade are shining under the lamp, and a pair of geese are spreading their wings and flying high in the stream, penetrating the heavy evening mist.

Zhu Di has worn this wild goose on his neck since he was a child. Queen Ma changed the red thread on him every year, but no other princes did, but he had it. Zhu Di has always worn it as an amulet. Today he knows its real purpose.

"My wife", Zhu Di suddenly emitted a syllable that he had never known.

The woman nodded and reached out to wipe away the tears from Zhu Di's face, but she had already covered her clothes with tears.

"My wife"! Zhu Di knelt on the ground, buried his head in the woman's arms, and shook his shoulders. All his depression and grievances turned into tears and flowed freely.

The woman gently stroked his hair, as if she knew everything he had experienced. Her burly figure, her black hair, her broad shoulders, and her ears, why did the horse stakes disappear? The woman rubbed her eyes suspiciously and looked at Zhu Di's clean ears. Maybe I remembered it wrong, maybe something else happened. But so what? He was the child of that person after all.

Su Ceyu, who was hiding outside the tent because he was worried about the safety of King Yan, walked away quietly and ordered the King Yan to personally intercept all the generals who came to report tonight. He was not allowed to disturb the King Yan's rest without any effort. What happened this night was really unusual.

At dawn, a soldier discovered that Zhu Di sent a Mongolian woman out of his tent. The woman was dressed in ordinary clothes but had a sense of grace on her body.

Zhu Di watched his most respected woman disappear in the morning breeze after riding a horse. After experiencing last night, he would no longer be troubled by his origin. A long poem was sung around the grassland with the horse-headed qin from that day.

"My wife, can I send someone to send you to the capital?"

"I have a wild personality. I can't ride horses or hunt in the palace. I can't stay there. Besides, your father and emperor have more than a hundred concubines, so I don't care about me."

"My husband, then you follow me in the army. After the war is over, we will return to Peking together. There are fresh things there every day. I promise you have never seen them."

"Child, I am in my forties. The women on the grassland are like doves in the wind. They bloom in just a short moment. Maybe this winter, I will stay on this grassland forever, so why bother you? I see you and know that God bless me and make you a Bart. I am already content. You are a hero, and heroes will only do things that are good for you."

"My wife, where are you going?"

"Where will I be born in the universe, where will I be born in the end?"

"My wife, can I let everyone go?"

"Child, you are my Bart, and the hero should make the most favorable choice for him."

“….”

The horse-headed fiddle is deep and tactful. According to legend, everyone is a child of immortality, and they stand shoulder to shoulder.

Notes from Drunkard: 1. The Aluhun River, now the Eerhun River in Outer Mongolia, Wangji River, now the Wengjin River in Outer Mongolia. In the history of our time and space, Beihelin is located at the junction of the two rivers and is the most prosperous place in Mongolia in northern deserts. The Mongols built Beihelin after the war was destroyed by the war. Both cities were named Helin.

2. My mother, a Mongolian childish mother.
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