On a high slope three miles away from the south bank of Yishui River, in front of a spacious white tent, a group of Jin Kingdom ministers and generals sat on the ground in two rows on the left and right. There was a black bear skin spread in the middle of the tent, and the commander sat on it.

Zong Wang.

As the commander-in-chief of the three armies, Zong Wang should have been the first group to cross the river, but he chose to be among the last group to cross the river. Only Wanyan Xiyin, Wushu and Xiebao were allowed to lead the army crossing the river, with Wanyan Pharmacist and Wang

Jian was the leader and entered Yizhou first. The reason why Zong Wang did this was just because he had a strange feeling in his heart. Perhaps, he would never again be able to set foot in the land of Song Dynasty where he achieved his supreme bravery.

If that's the case, then let's take a closer look...

At this time, staying with Zong Wang were Saili, Sheyema, Atiji and other important generals, as well as more than ten fierce Anmuke.

In front of every golden general, there is a plate of fine wine and delicious food. The wine is the fine wine of the Song Dynasty, but the food is still the Jurchens’ favorite roasted beef and mutton. Large pieces of beef and whole lambs are roasted until they are golden and oily.

Sprinkle it with salt and sprinkle it with various spices from the Song Dynasty, and it will be a fragrant one!

The gold generals used their gold-handled carving knives to cut off the beef and mutton piece by piece, stuffed them into their mouths, chewed them, poured a few mouthfuls of strong liquor into their throats from time to time, and shouted happily.

Of course, with wine and meat, women are indispensable.

All the Jin army generals present, from Zong Wang to Mou Ke, were accompanied by one or two noble ladies from the Song Dynasty. When they were enjoying themselves, many Jin generals had already turned their attention to eating.

on a woman's body.

Amidst wild laughter and suppressed moans, Queen Zhu and Concubine Zhu Shen were taken away by four golden soldiers.

Because of Empress Zhu's pure character and strong personality, several senior generals in the Jin army treated her with courtesy, at least so far they had not touched her. As for the other concubines, Gong'e, except for a few who need to pay tribute to the palace

, has basically passed three screenings. For example, Concubine Wei Xian, who is currently being held in Saili's arms and lifting his hands, is even more tossed to the point of being pregnant. Poor Zhao Gou doesn't know that he is about to have an extra hybrid

Younger brother. Of course, there is no worst, only worse. In the future, he will have more younger brothers born.

Empress Zhu has seen the scene in front of her countless times since she was captured. From the initial anger and questioning, to the later sadness and helplessness, and finally to the current numbness and turning a blind eye - she can only force herself to make such a change.

, if she doesn't want to go crazy or commit suicide.

Empress Zhu bowed her sleeves to Zong Wang and the generals, lowered her eyes, and said indifferently: "You nobles of great wealth are so happy, why should I, a woman who has subjugated her country, come to ruin your happiness?"

Zong Wang pushed Concubine Xing (Zhao Gouzheng's wife) away from his arms, filled a glass full of Bianjing Fanlou's famous wine "No. 1 Jiangshan" in an exquisite jade porcelain cup, and drank it in large gulps. In fact, Zong Wang had no idea about the alcohol content.

He didn’t like the so-called fine wine that was not expensive. The reason why he wanted to drink this wine was just because the wine had a great name, which fit well with his feat of conquering the South this time.

Zong Wang used his greasy sleeves to wipe away the wine stains on his thick beard on his cheeks, and said in a deep voice: "Ahead is Yizhou among the sixteen states of Youyun. You, the Song Dynasty, have been thinking about it for hundreds of years, and you have almost thought about it.

Crazy place. And that river is Yishui. In half an hour, we will cross Yishui. Once we cross this river, the queen will really leave Song Dynasty. Why not sing a song to say goodbye to her homeland?

"

When Empress Zhu and Concubine Zhu Shen heard this, they were shocked and suddenly looked back to the south, feeling sad and bursting into tears...

After a while, the high slope echoed with a sad song like a cuckoo crying blood: "I used to live in the sky, in a pearl palace and a jade palace. Now I live in the grass, and my green shirt is wet with tears. I humiliated myself and hated the snow, and returned to the spring.

Xi Chou Jue..."

This sad and mournful song spread far away, rippling over the heads of a group of ragged prisoners.

Among the crowd, Aji was still as thin and dirty as when Di Lie first met him. The only difference from that time was that his eyes, which appeared larger due to his thin face, were lively and lively.

Aji was engrossed in listening to the faint singing coming from the distance. He raised his elbow and touched Liu Er, one of the Liu brothers beside him: "Uncle Liu Er, this song is really nice. I don't know why, but I feel so nervous when I hear it. I just don't know."

What does it mean? Do you know?"

Liu Er hummed listlessly: "You little brat, if you are still in the mood to listen to music, we have to be driven across a river again. Alas! The farther we go, the farther we go. When will this road end?

ah……"

At this time, a Hexi male voice came from behind: "This is a sad song of a palace woman lamenting that she fell into the hands of Yi Di. Well, she probably also knows that once she crosses this river, she will leave her homeland forever.

.From now on, I am wandering in a foreign land, and I can only return to my dreams."

Liu Er slowly opened his mouth when he heard this, and said: "This... this gentleman, you always said... after crossing this river... it is no longer our Song Dynasty's land?"

The speaker was a white-faced Confucian scholar in his thirties, with a long beard, straight nose, clear eyes, and a calm expression. He was wearing a blue gown that ordinary prisoners did not have. Although it was damaged in many places, it was still difficult to hide it.

There was an awe-inspiring aura about him.

The white-faced Confucian scholar sighed and nodded.

Liu Da, who had been huddled aside and kept silent, was shocked when he heard this. He raised his head and looked at the white-faced Confucian scholar in astonishment. He suddenly rushed over and grabbed the white-faced Confucian scholar's sleeves: "What did you say? There is no longer a big man in front of me.

Song’s land…”

"Asshole! How dare you be rude to your Excellency." A figure suddenly flashed out of the stab, grabbed Liu Da's back collar, shook his hands and threw him out.

The white-faced Confucian scholar hurriedly waved his sleeves to stop him: "Zhang Li, don't be rash. This fellow countryman is just too excited. He doesn't mean to be rude to this county."

The man stopped, turned around, bowed to the white-faced Confucian scholar, and stepped aside. However, he saw the young craftsman looking at him constantly. The man frowned and said, "Why, did Zhang beat your father?"

Aji shook his head: "He is not my father. I think... you must be very good at archery, right?"

The man was surprised: "How did you know?"

Aji smiled proudly: "I have an uncle who is a craftsman who makes bows in the crossbow yard. Every time he makes a bow, he always tries to shoot it. The thumb and index finger of his left hand are thickly knotted.

Calluses—just like the calluses on your hands.”

A slight smile appeared on the man's face: "He is a careful little guy." He stopped talking.

At this time, the Liu brothers were shouting: "Oh my god! We can't go back! If I had known this, we shouldn't have left Wurenshan..."

When the Liu brothers mentioned Wuren Mountain, Aji's little face darkened. He couldn't help but raise his head and look south, shouting in his heart: "Brother Di, do you really don't care about Aji anymore?"

At this time, a Jin soldier yelled at the crowd with a loud voice, and a Song interpreter beside him loudly said: "The nobles of the Jin Kingdom said that you 30,000 people are the last batch.

Divide into three batches and cross the river before dark, so get ready now."

There are all kinds of people among these 30,000 people, including craftsmen like the Liu brothers and Aji, officials and scholars like the white-faced Confucian scholar, and some Song Army soldiers with tattoos on their foreheads. In addition,

In addition, there was a large amount of cattle and horse baggage, which needed to be pulled, pushed and pulled across the river together.

Under the severe scoldings and whips of the Jin soldiers, 30,000 prisoners led oxen and horses, or pushed and pulled carts, and trudged towards the Yishui pontoon bridge.

These prisoners had already gone numb along the way. No matter whether it was a road, a bridge or a swamp in front of them, they could only stagger along like zombies. Only when the guarding golden soldiers urged them to use whips on their bodies could they induce them to relax slightly due to pain.

Restore your nerve senses.

The Liu brothers were at the front of the queue, driving an ox cart. They were pushed forward by the crowd involuntarily. They saw the bridge getting closer and closer. The long, swaying passage connected to the other end in the distance seemed endless.

, slowly transformed into a road of no return...

At this time an unexpected situation occurred.

Liu Er suddenly threw away the reins and became hysterical: "No! No! I can't go there! Once I pass, I can't go home again..."

Liu Da panicked and quickly hugged Nai Di: "Brother, don't be like this..."

But instead of calming down, Liu Er sat down on the ground and grabbed a weed on the side of the road. No matter how hard Liu Er pulled it, he couldn't get up.

Liu Da almost cried: "Brother, get up quickly! This is so embarrassing..."

Aji stood aside stupidly, wanting to pull him back, but even Liu Da couldn't hold him back. What could he do if he was so small and weak? He didn't know what to do for a while. The prisoners around him just watched silently, in silence.

silent.

At this time, the white-faced Confucian scholar came out of the crowd. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help sighing. He turned to the follower named Zhang Li and said: "Help him, if those golden soldiers who are like wolves and tigers see it, they will

It’s troublesome.”

Zhang Li responded and was about to step forward. His eyes flashed, he stopped suddenly and sighed softly: "Trouble has already come."

In the middle of the crowd, the golden soldier with a loud voice and a tumor on his forehead walked over fiercely with an interpreter, stared at the Liu brothers fiercely, and suddenly roared loudly.

Liu Da was so frightened that he trembled all over. He hugged Nai Di and kowtowed: "Noble man, calm down, calm down. This brother of mine is ill. He will be fine in a while. He will be fine in a while..."

The interpreter immediately translated Liu Da's words. The sarcoma golden soldier stared and said nothing. He just covered his head and face with a whip, making the Liu brothers roll on the ground, howling miserably.

Aji huddled up and lowered his head, not daring to look anymore.

There was a fire called anger beating in the eyes of the white-faced Confucian scholar and Zhang Li. Most of the prisoners watching had a look of sadness on their faces, but no one dared to say a word.

Liu Er kept howling: "Beat me to death. I will die on my own land. I don't want to be a lonely ghost in a foreign country..."

The interpreter's face looked ugly, his face twitched a few times, and he failed to translate the words.

But the sarcoma golden soldier stopped, stared at the interpreter with a fierce look, and suddenly shouted something. Although no one in the crowd could understand the Jurchen words, everyone could guess the meaning: "What is he talking about?"

The interpreter was agitated and spoke hesitantly.

The sarcoma golden soldier nodded, leaned down, and stared at the Liu brothers for a while like a hungry wolf, with a strange smile on his ferocious black face. He waved back and asked the interpreter to translate simultaneously.

"You don't want to cross the river? You can. Anyway, I, Dajin, have captured hundreds of thousands of people, and I don't lack one or two of you. You can leave now. Do you see the woods over there? As long as you can count to ten before I

In the past, you could just run into the woods as fast as you could and you could survive and go home."

Liu Er raised his blood-stained face, and something called hope appeared on his already desperate face: "Seriously?"

"The Jurchens mean what they say, unlike your Song emperor who talks like farts. What do you think, do you want to do it or not?"

"Fuck!" Liu Er stood up with force.

Liu Da hurriedly shouted: "Brother, don't listen to him, we can't escape..."

Liu Er grinned with gaping lips and forced a smile: "Brother, I will never cross the river even if I die. Now that I have such an opportunity, I will give it a try whether I live or die."

Liu Da was angry and anxious: "That forest is fifty feet away. With your appearance now, how can you escape within ten breaths..."
To be continued...