From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 647

Amid the wailing of the Mongols and the blazing fire of Da Kulun, the army of more than 160,000 marched northwards towards the Wolf Mountain.

The sky on the grassland changed too quickly.

The sun had disappeared at some point, and the cold wind came from the north, making the air whimper, as if to push the soldiers of the Jin Dynasty back.

A blizzard soon fell, but the flying snow could not stop the army, who marched northward with determination and never stopped.

It took eight days to walk there, and the wind and snow were still blowing, as if the heaven and earth would not let the soldiers of the Jin Dynasty go north.

But this did not change anything.

On the first day of December, the army finally arrived at the Wolf Mountain.

Zhou Yuan and other generals, escorting Sabdan and Bartu, began to climb the mountain.

The Wolf Mountain was sealed today.

And today, on the walls of Shanhaiguan, five thousand soldiers still defended this pass that was related to the lifeblood of the country.

Huang Taiji sent out troops on November 9th, and arrived at Shanhaiguan in half a month. After a day of rest, he attacked the city. This was already the sixth day of the siege.

When Qu Shaogeng learned that there were still 40,000 cavalrymen attacking from Xuanfu, he immediately made a decision to leave only 5,000 elite soldiers to guard Shanhaiguan, and take the remaining 40,000 elite soldiers back to defend Shenjing.

In fact, everyone knows that the remaining 5,000 people are purely a meat shield to delay the enemy.

They are destined to die.

But Qu Shaogeng has no other way.

If Shanhaiguan is defended by force, what will happen to Shenjing? The key is that if Huang Taiji does not attack Shenjing first, but attacks Shanhaiguan from the back in the southeast direction, then Qu Shaogeng's 50,000 people will not even be able to escape.

If the whole army here is annihilated, then Shenjing will be left unattended.

"Bring up all the wine! Stew all the meat!"

As soon as it was dawn, the guard asked the soldiers to put up the pot and stew the meat on the tower.

They had never been so extravagant before, and everyone could get at least one bowl of meat.

But they also knew that this was their last meal in the world.

This was the last meal before execution.

The guard held a bowl of wine and walked along the Great Wall, clinking bowls with the soldiers.

He shouted: "Brothers! Drink this bowl of wine! There will be someone to take care of you on the road to the underworld!"

"For our parents! For our wives and children! For our elders and fellow countrymen! For the millions of people in the Jin Dynasty! We have to be heroes!"

His voice was rough and heroic, but his eyes were a little red, and he shouted hoarsely: "Shanhai Pass! This is the first pass in the east! People say it is made of gold and stone! Indestructible!"

"In fact! Foreigners don't understand! Shanhai Pass is not made of gold and stone... nor is it made of bricks..."

"It is made of the flesh and blood of our soldiers!"

A loud noise came from the front of the tower!

That was the sound of drums! It was the sound of horns! It was the roar of the Jurchen army!

It was like the cry of the ghosts in the Hell of Hell, as if the world was turned upside down and the sky collapsed.

They are coming!

The guard shouted: "Brothers! Drink up the wine! Fight to the death with these Donglu Tartars!"

"Use our lives! Tell them! Whose land is this!"

Five thousand soldiers, drink up the strong wine!

They faced the rising sun, and the blood in their bodies seemed to be burning!

Whose land is this?

This is the land where our nation has been slashing and burning for thousands of years.

In this land, the flesh and blood of ancestors are buried, and it is soaked with the sweat of countless generations of hard work.

This land can produce food, can bloom the most beautiful flowers, and can give birth to our ancestors, us and future generations.

She is a mother, an existence that every man must protect with his life.

"Kill!"

The general burst into tears, raised his heavy knife, and roared: "Kill them! Protect our land!"

Five thousand soldiers, with their backs to the motherland, faced the Eastern Tartar, and burst out with unprecedented fighting power.

Zhou Yuan suddenly turned his head and looked to the south, frowning.

Li Yu'an followed his gaze and saw cliffs and a vast expanse of land.

She asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yuan shook his head and said: "Nothing, I just looked back at the south road and found that we have walked so far."

Li Yu'an smiled and said: "It seems that you miss home."

"Yeah."

Zhou Yuan did not deny it, but he still turned around and looked at the top of the mountain.

He said in a deep voice: "After all the hardships, we finally got to this point, let's climb the mountain!"

They continued to climb up, facing the wind and snow, facing the steep mountain road, and facing the suppression of the sky.

They still did not retreat, they finally reached the top!

They saw the boulder and the altar.

Langjuxu Mountain is a sacred mountain for the Mongolians. They hold sacrifices here in the first month, fifth month and autumn every year to worship the sun, moon and Changshengtian.

Today, it is the turn of Dajin.

"Peel off the skin of the boulder! Carve the words of Dajin! Use the stone of this mountain! Repay the merits of heaven!"

The strange patterns and words on the altar were removed by swords and the Chinese characters of Dajin were carved on them.

The soldiers around lit torches, as if to burn through the sky.

Zhou Yuan bowed to the sky, lit three incense sticks, and said loudly: "On the first day of December in the thirteenth year of Zhaojing! The soldiers of the Great Jin Dynasty flattened Mongolia! Sacrifice to the heaven here! Report the unparalleled achievements of the soldiers of the Great Jin Dynasty! Promote the eternal prestige of our Han Dynasty and the Great Jin Dynasty!"

"The people who were once slaughtered by the Mongols!"

"The heroes who once fought against Mongolia to protect the country!"

"I will sacrifice the heads of the Great Khan of Mongolia Sabdan and the Khan of Khoshut Bartu to your souls in heaven."

"May you rest in peace! May China prosper!"

Sabdan and Bartu were pulled to the altar. Zhou Yuan did not hesitate at all, nor did he act pretentiously. He directly cut off their heads!

The blood stained the ground! The red color was so dazzling!

"Brothers! Folks! I have avenged you!"

Xue Changyue was also in tears at this moment, and shouted: "Did you see it! We have sealed the Wolf's Lair!"

"Shanyu! I said we would seal the Wolf's Lair, right? We did it! The Xuanfu Army did it!"

"You are in heaven, you should have seen it, and you should rest in peace!"

Since taking over Xuanfu, Xue Changyue has always remembered what he said to Yao Guangyi, and now, it has finally come true.

It's a pity that Shanyu... didn't see this scene... maybe he could see it!

Xue Changyue looked up, and he realized that the wind and snow had stopped at some point.

The heavy clouds were blown away by the wind, and a ray of golden light shone from it.

Then, countless rays of light passed through the clouds, and the sun illuminated the world.

The lingering flames, the roar of the soldiers, and the sunshine seemed to interpret that the world of light was about to come.

…

“General! General!”

“Hold on, General!”

The call from the side made the guard of Shanhaiguan aware of something.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw his bloody body.

“How long have we been guarding?”

His voice was almost hoarse.

“Five hours! We have been guarding for five hours!”

The guard supported his body and stood up slowly.

He saw the blood and corpses on the tower, and saw hundreds of brothers beside him, all of whom were stained with blood and covered with wounds.

Some lost their arms, and some had gaps all over their bodies. They still stood on this ancient pass and had not fallen down.

“Where are the Donglu people! Are they attacking!”

The soldiers did not answer.

Because the footsteps on both sides were approaching, dense Donglu warriors crowded at both ends of the Great Wall and were rushing towards them.

There were countless enemies, they had already climbed up, but they had not killed all the people yet.

The general smiled bitterly, gritted his teeth, and shouted with difficulty: "Fight them! Even if I die! I have to take a few people with me!"

"Brothers! Follow me!"

He raised his sword, his face solemn, and shouted hysterically: "Dajin Army! Attack!"

Hundreds of remnants, covered in bloody coats, drove their bodies with heroic souls and rushed to the ground formation.

One fell.

Two fell.

All fell.

The general lay on the city wall and looked at the sky for the last time.

They had been guarding for a whole day, and night was about to fall.

The dark world was coming.