The sky was like a dome, and the snow was endless, covering all directions. The snowy evening came early. When the last ray of sunlight was about to drown the mountains, the ancient shaman war song was ringing around the bonfire in front of the Jin people's tent.
The fire propped up a small orange space, as if it was fighting against the sky.
The snowstorm in the southwest was not a special weather for the Jurchen and Liaodong people from the north. Many years ago, they lived in a year where there would be nearly half a year of wind and snow. Braving the bitter cold, traversing the mountains and hunting in the knee-high snow was a familiar experience for many of them.
Since the defeat of Liao, such experiences had gradually decreased.
Benefiting from the dividends brought about by the war, they were given warm houses, built new mansions, hired servants, and bought slaves. During winter, they could rely on the stove and did not have to face the harsh snow and the equally hungry and fierce tigers and wolves in the snow.
Their children could begin to enjoy the pleasant and beautiful side of the wind and snow. Some of the younger children might not be able to walk on the snowy mountain path, but at least for the generation in front of the bonfire, the memories of the past were still deeply engraved in their souls. It was a story and the past that they could openly tell to others at any time.
— My White Tiger Mountain God, roar!
I am the one who has defeated ten thousand people and is favored by God!
…
The sun of the nine mountains in the south!
The upright and unyielding grandfather of the east!
Watch me — —
The ancient shaman war song rang out. Wanyan Zonghan stood in front of the fire, his tall figure set off by the flames. A moment later, someone dragged the goat up.
The struggling goat was tied to a pole, and someone with a steel knife cut off the goat's limbs. The warm blood was poured into a bowl and served to the people in front of the bonfire. Zong Han picked up the bowl and drank the warm blood, and the others did the same.
The smell of blood writhed on their bodies.
"The snow in the south is very fine." Zonghan slowly opened his mouth and looked around. "Thirty-eight years ago, the snow was ten times stronger than today, and Liao was in the middle of the sky. Many of us stood beside the big fire and discussed whether to rebel against the Liao. At that time, many people were hesitant. Ah Guda and I have the same idea. "
"At that time, the Wanyan Tribe only had two thousand men who could fight. "Now, look back. Over the past thirty-eight years, countless tents have been set up behind you. These two thousand people have already spread across the land. They have the entire world in their hands."
Behind them, the army camp stretched out, and countless flames appeared in the wind and snow.
Wanyan Zonghan turned around and took a few steps. He took another piece of firewood and threw it into the fire. He didn't intentionally display the imposing manner in his words, and his movements were natural, causing the surroundings to be filled with a quiet and solemn atmosphere.
"It's been more than 30 years. Some of you are old brothers from back then. Even those who joined later are still part of Big Gold. My Da Jin is invincible. This is the reputation that you have earned. You will carry this reputation with you all your lives and be proud of it. Are you happy? "
Zong Han was a hero of his generation. He was usually domineering and awe-inspiring, but he was not a friendly person. Although his tone was calm, no one thought that he was praising them after the defeat. For a moment, everyone was silent. Zong Han looked at the fire.
"With two thousand people, we fought against the Liao Tribe. Later, we had tens of thousands of people, and overturned the entire Liao Tribe. Thinking about it today, it feels like a big dream. At first, both Aguda and I felt that we were like ants. In front of Liao Tribe, the Jurchen Tribe was just an ant. We raised birds for the Liao people, but the Liao people thought that we were savages in the mountains! When Aguda became the leader and went to see Emperor Tianzuo, Emperor Tianzuo said that you looked quite thin and different from the other leaders, so you should dance for me … "
"Aguda doesn't dance."
As Zong Han spoke, he sat down on a wooden stake at the back. He waved his hand at the crowd, indicating for them to sit down, but no one sat down.
"Today, His Majesty came out and said that since Your Majesty is interested, I will perform for Your Majesty. Emperor Tianzuo wanted to explode, but His Majesty let out a bear. He beat the bear to death in front of everyone. This was a heroic thing, but I, the Jurchen Tribe, was still an ant in front of Emperor Tianzuo. He didn't get angry at that time, maybe he thought that this ant was very interesting … Later on, the Liao people Angels came every year, and they would still beat and scold me. He wasn't afraid of you killing the bear. "
"From a few years old to more than ten years old, I was aggressive, but every time I saw the Liao people Angels, I had to kneel and kowtow. No matter how powerful the warriors in the tribe were, they had to kneel and kowtow. No one felt that it was wrong. Although those Liao people Angels looked thin and weak, their clothes were picturesque, and they were arrogant. They were definitely not the same kind of people as us. When I started to think about things, I also felt that it was right to kneel. Why? When my father, Zagai, brought me out of the mountains and into the city for the first time, when I saw the Liao people in neat armor, when I knew that the Liao people were rich, I felt that it was right to kneel. "
"We rebelled not because we, the Jurchen Tribe, were born to conquer the world, but because we couldn't live on anymore. When the two thousand people rose up, Aguda was hesitant, so was I. But it was like when the snow sealed the mountains, we had to hunt for bears and tigers in the mountains for food. Facing the Liao, which was more powerful than bears and tigers, we had no food, so we could only hunt for it. "
He pressed his hands on his knees, looked at the flame, paused for a long time, and then smiled.
"Since the beginning of the rebellion, Aguda, me, and all of you standing here today, we have always been the first to fight, and we are amazing. Later on, I found out that the Liao people cherished their feathers, but there were also some who were afraid of death. The Wu dynasty in the south was even worse. When it came to war, they said something like, 'The sons of the rich don't sit under the eaves', and they don't know the meaning of it! Just like that, two thousand people defeated tens of thousands of people, and twenty thousand people defeated hundreds of thousands of people. Many of those who followed us back then had died, but we are still alive. Come to think of it, it is really amazing. Two years ago, the Goddess of Grains told me, looking at the history, how many people could achieve what we did? Now that I think about it, all of you are really amazing. "
His gaze went past the flame, past the people present, looked at the huge camp behind them, and then to a place further away, and then looked back again.
"Today, I think that as long as we are the first to fight in every battle, we can achieve such results, because in this world, there are too many who are afraid of death. All of you who are here today are amazing. All these years, we have been fighting on the battlefield, and I have not seen many who are afraid of death. That's how it is. The two thousand people back then have swept the world. Thousands, millions of people have been swept away by us. "
"You can sweep the world." Zong Han's gaze swept across the face of a famous general. His gentle and calm expression gradually became stern, and he said word by word, "But, some people say that you don't have the bearing to rule the world!"
"Being the first to fight in every battle, and not afraid of death, you can conquer the world in your hands. You can sweep away Liao, and you can drive the Zhou family of the Wu dynasty off the stage. But, can you sit on the throne? When Aguda was still alive, he said that conquering the world and sitting on the throne are not the same thing! Today, he has said it again and again, he wants to rule the world with the people — look at the world behind you! "
Zong Han's voice was like a tiger's mouth, and for a moment, it even suppressed the howling of the wind and snow around them. Some people looked behind them, there were undulating mountains far away from the military camp, and further away from the mountains was endless darkness.
"Where is your world?"
"Is it this military camp with tens of thousands of people?"
"Is it this barren mountain that you can see today?"
"Is it all the places that you have been to and seen in your life?"
"Your world, the world of the Nüzhen, is bigger than all the places that you have seen. We have wiped out Liao, destroyed the Wu dynasty, our world is everywhere! We have hundreds of millions of people! Are you worthy of them?! Do you have them in your hearts?! "
Zong Han's voice roared along with the wind and snow. He pressed his hands on his knees, and the fire illuminated his sitting figure, swaying in the night sky. After these words, there was silence for a long time. Zong Han slowly stood up, took half a piece of firewood and threw it into the bonfire.
"Do you think that I've gathered all of you here today to tell you that Yu Shui Xi has lost a battle, but don't be discouraged? I want to boost your morale, or perhaps I'll join you and speak ill of you …"
He was silent for a moment, "No, what worries me is that you do not have the breadth of mind to embrace the world."
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"Before Aguda left, he had mentioned this to me several times."
In front of the bonfire, Zong Han's voice sounded, "We can use 20,000 people to conquer the world, can we also use 20,000 people to rule the world?"
"Be it the previous emperor, His Majesty, or even the respected Goddess of Grains, all these years, they have been racking their brains for this matter … Among all of you here, there are Xi people, Bohai people, Khitan people, and Han people from Liaodong. We have fought together for many years, but today, all of you are Jin people. Why? His Majesty treats all of you equally. This world is also your world, not just the Nüzhen world. "
"If you are in the Nüzhen's bosom, then you will share the world with the Nüzhen. Whoever is in your bosom, then that person will become your world!"
Zong Han looked at everyone, "Ten years ago, the Great Jin took over Liao, and treated the Khitan people equally, so the Khitan people became a part of the Great Jin. At that time, we did not have the strength to conquer the Wu dynasty, so the Han people that we brought back from the Wu dynasty became slaves. After ten years, the Great Jin gradually gained the ability to conquer the Wu dynasty. His Majesty has ordered that we are not to kill Han slaves, but to treat the Han people well. Everyone, this is the fourth expedition to the south, the Wu dynasty has fallen, do you have the heart to replace it and take over the Wu dynasty? "
He waved his hand and looked at them sternly, "I don't think you do!"
"After the defeat at Yu Yu Creek, I saw that all of you were pushing the blame! Complaining! Looking for excuses! Until now, you still haven't figured out what kind of enemies you're facing? Do you still not know the reason why the Goddess of Grains and I chose to abandon the central plains and Jiangnan to destroy the southwest? "
"The person that you are facing, that group of people, they killed the Emperor of the Wu dynasty at the most inopportune time! They cut off all the routes of retreat! They were the enemies of the entire world! They faced millions of troops, but did not beg for mercy! After more than ten years, they fought their way out, fought their way out! But you still haven't seen it! They are the people that we were in the past — "
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