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  "Kill..." Facing the swarming Liao army infantry and cavalry, Xiao Wu was fearless, looking up at the sky and letting out a long whistle. Surprisingly, he startled the Liao soldiers so much that they retreated in disarray. His chest was filled with unyielding passion; as long as he could stay alive, given time, it wouldn't be difficult to achieve what Zhang Fei did - driving back millions of enemy troops with just one shout.

  With a desperate determination to survive, Xiaowu used the tip of his gun to slash a long wound on the horse's buttocks. The horse, in pain and frenzy, galloped wildly, while Xiaowu's eyes turned bloodshot, and he randomly pointed his gun to clear a path. This one man and one horse, like a madman, charged forward alone, their momentum like a rolling stone, crushing anyone who got in their way, killing whoever they touched, and somehow managed to force their way up to the upper city gate.

  The upper city horse road is a gentle slope built inside the city gate, which is the passage for riding horses to enter the city. It usually has two roads opposite each other, forming an "eight" shape, directly leading up to the city wall. In wartime, it was the lifeline for transporting troops, grain and weapons, but now it has become Xiaowu's lifeline - hanging by a thread.

  The general had already seen through Xiao Wu's intention to climb the city, and did not want to make the mistake of letting the enemy commander escape. He had ambushed a large number of infantry at the entrance of the horse path, and then used cavalry to press in from behind, like pincers trying to crush him to death. The infantry in front of Xiao Wu formed a forest of spears, while the cavalry behind him advanced in layers, truly making it impossible for him to advance or retreat. With a single order from the general, the Liao army's infantry and cavalry launched a simultaneous attack.

  From the open space to the small square under the city wall, Xiao Wu's long spear could no longer be swung freely, and he could only defend himself in a tight space. The horse let out a miserable whinny, was hit by several spears, and finally collapsed, its four legs giving way as it fell forward.

  Xiao Wu knew that once he fell to the ground, surrounded by so many enemies, there would be no escape. His instinct for survival kicked in instantly. As he leaned forward on his horse, he fiercely stabbed the spearhead into the ground. The scene looked as if he was using the spear to prop up his horse. How could a wooden spear withstand such great weight? It immediately bent and fell over.

  The Liao general laughed, laughing at the Song soldier's dying struggle, but he soon couldn't laugh anymore. He saw that the Song soldier had somehow managed to use his long spear as a springboard, and with a flick of his arms, he launched himself into the air like a large bird, soaring over the heads of the foot soldiers from an impossible height and distance, landing on the upper city wall's horse path. It was only then that the dying horse finally collapsed to the ground!

  "Barla, barla!" The anxious deputy commander shouted loudly in the Khitan language. The foot soldiers didn't turn around one by one, but instead rushed towards the upper city gate, however, they made a mistake in their haste and blocked the way for the cavalry.

  The upper city horse road adopted steep brick masonry, using the L-shaped surface of bricks to form a non-slip surface, making it easy for horses and vehicles to go up and down. If cavalry were allowed to ascend first, Xiao Wu's bare-handed and empty-fisted troops would have found it difficult to pass through Guanmen Pass again.

  Xiao Wu, who had narrowly escaped disaster, mustered up his remaining courage and ran towards the city gate. Originally, there was a small team of guards on the city gate, but because of the big battle earlier, they all went down to help, which unexpectedly benefited him.

  Xiao Wu ran up to the city wall and rushed straight to the female wall, looked out and shouted in surprise. As he had imagined, there was a wide moat under the city, and at this moment, he suddenly remembered that he would drown whenever he encountered water. Would his dog paddle be able to float with such a height?

  A loud rumbling sound of footsteps echoed behind, a large group of Liao soldiers rushed up, Xiao Wu no longer hesitated, climbed onto the city wall, without looking back, and jumped down with a single leap!

  " Splash!" Xiao Wu fell into the river, his body sinking straight down, and was suddenly chilled by the icy river water. He unconsciously flailed his limbs about and floated towards the bright spot above.

  Suddenly, countless linear water columns swept over his head, and Xiao Wu's thigh hurt. "Ah" sounded, and after pouring several mouthfuls of water, he realized that he had been shot by an arrow. He hurriedly held his breath and didn't dare to float up, but his eyes suddenly widened, and his back was chilled with cold sweat, staring at the water as if seeing a ghost. Only then did he see that several corpses floated in from somewhere, their faces swollen and deformed, and judging by their clothes, they were clearly Song soldiers...

  "Gurgle, gurgle......" Xiaowu's scalp tightened, and a string of bubbles emerged from his mouth. He had already held his breath for too long, and when he tried to float up again, he was out of energy.

  Among these comrades who were about to die, Xiao Wu's will to survive had reached its limit. His hands weakly drooped into the water, his eyes gradually closed, and his brain dazedly slid through his last thought: "Brothers of the Zhong family, I'm coming too..."

  Although Taoism was prevalent in the Song Dynasty, Yue and his wife were Buddhists. Under their influence, Xiao Wu also revered Buddhism and often wondered what the Western Pure Land was like... When he gradually gained consciousness, the first thing that occurred to him was a deep sense of hunger, and he thought to himself: "How can I be hungry even in the Western Pure Land?"

  Xiao Wu opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the blue sky and white clouds. His body felt warm and cozy, and he suddenly felt a sense of comfort. It seemed to be a fresh and warm world. Where was the Bodhisattva who welcomed him? Just as he thought this, a golden face appeared above his head. It was a woman with deep eyes and a high nose, and she looked extraordinary.

  Not right? Xiao Wu was dazed and remembered seeing a similar face before, shaking his head, but couldn't think of it for the time being. The female Bodhisattva saw that he woke up, smiled and let out a crisp and tender voice: "Ah, old man, this Song dog is awake!"

  Song dog? Xiao Wu's body shook, and he really woke up. He also remembered that the similar face was the woman who knocked over the horse bucket in front of the city wall. Moreover, he found out that this female Bodhisattva was actually a little girl, and he not only didn't die but also fell into the hands of the Liao people!

  Xiao Wu was shocked and jumped up, but unexpectedly felt a pain in his thigh and fell back down. Only then did he take in his surroundings, finding himself lying on a patch of wild grass. In the distance, a flock of sheep were grazing, while nearby was a pile of bonfire ashes. No wonder it was warm. The golden-haired little girl had turned her head to stir the embers, not paying him any extra attention.

  "Xiangniang, don't shout nonsense about Song Gou. This strong man and Weng Weng are of the same vein." An aged voice came, and an old man wearing an old sheepskin robe walked out from the flock of sheep, who was Xiaonuzi's grandfather.

  "Got it!" The little girl playfully stuck out her tongue and then leaned in close to Xiao Wu, "What's your name?"

  Xiao Wu saw that there were no Liao soldiers, and his heart slightly calmed down. Just as he was about to respond, his stomach suddenly churned with discomfort, and he vomited a mouthful of water arrow, which landed squarely on Xiao Nizi's nose and eyes.

  Xiao Nizi jumped back like a startled rabbit, wiping her face with her sleeve while shouting angrily: "A Weng, look, this Song dog sprayed me all over my face!"

  "Hehe, you know I just pulled you out of the river, how can you not avoid me?" The old man chuckled and walked up to him, helping Xiao Wu up. "Brave warrior, you've been shot by an arrow, I'll apply some homemade herbal medicine for you. You mustn't move recklessly within seven days."

  "Thank you, old man! Thank you, young lady!" Xiao Wu struggled to nod his head in gratitude, having already understood that it was this grandfather and grandson who had saved him. Immediately, his eyes fell on a piece of meat roasting over the bonfire, although he couldn't tell what small animal it was, but it didn't affect its temptation for him.

  "Are you hungry, brave warrior? Xiuniang, quickly bring over the rabbit meat." The old man had a friendly face, without any hint of the hatred that Beijing people typically held towards the Song people.

  "Hmph! I was going to show respect to Old Man Wu, but he got lucky instead." The little girl grumbled with her mouth, but quickly handed the skewers of roasted meat to Xiao Wu.

  "Thanks, little girl!" Xiao Wu, who had been starving for a long time, took the roasted meat without hesitation, as if afraid someone would snatch it away. He opened his mouth and took a big bite, with oil and juice overflowing, and it was really delicious!

  The old man and his grandson were shocked by the little wolf's voracious eating, and they stared blankly for a while. After a moment, the little girl burst out laughing: "You're called Song Dog, but you don't yield, just like a starving dog reincarnated..."

  "I'm not Song Dog! My name is Yue Wu!" But Xiao Wu couldn't bear to hear this, and in the midst of his busy protest, he looked up to argue, only to see Xiaonizi's face, where a layer of golden color seemed to have been wiped away, revealing a faintly pale complexion underneath. That whiteness was something that Han people didn't possess. Distracted by this, a piece of meat got stuck in his throat, and he suddenly fainted.

  "Water! Quick, get water!" The old man and his grandson were in a flurry again.

  It's great to be alive! Xiao Wu was wearing a loose-fitting Mongolian robe, with an old oil-gray hat on his head, looking like a herdsman. He sat leaning against the outer wall of a yurt, basking in the sun and focusing on resting his body. Around him were scattered more than a dozen yurts, with several children playing among them. Looking further out was a vast expanse of grassland, with a winding mountain range stretching across the horizon. This was the village where Xianni and her grandfather lived, but it wasn't really a village - just a mobile gathering place.

  He had been lying down for five days and would be able to move in two more days. I wonder how the battle is going? Did Wang Gui and others return safely to the camp?

  It turned out that Xiao Wu was indeed lucky. The corpses he encountered after jumping into the moat were all Song soldiers from inside the Yanjing city. According to Xiāng's grandfather, the defeated Song soldiers in the city could not break through the city gate and climbed down the wall with ropes, but were killed by the Liao army in the moat. However, it was fortunate that these corpses floated over at the right time and blocked the pursuing enemy arrows for Xiao Wu. The old man and his grandson couldn't bear to see the Song soldiers exposed in the river and pulled them out to bury them, which coincidentally saved Xiao Wu who had been stunned by the water, also a heavenly intention.

  "Big Brother Wu, teach me archery again today!" Xiangniang suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding a bow and arrow in her hand, with golden powder applied to her face once more. Her two small braids hung down behind her head, set off against a red and green embroidered flower-patterned jacket, looking strange yet lovable.

  Xie Nu's grandfather was a Han Chinese, but her mother was an Xianbei, so she inherited the physical characteristics of the Xianbei people. After her parents died young, she relied on her grandfather for survival. Since childhood, she has been lively and active, and all the family business of horseback riding and hunting has been taken over by her.

  Two days ago, Little Wu saw her practicing archery and gave her some pointers. The little girl was quite skilled and knew she had met a master, so she was overjoyed and kept asking him to teach her, calling out "Fifth Brother" in a sweet voice with a hint of the Yan Yun accent.

  Xiao Wu knew the kindness and wanted to repay it, so he carefully taught her the archery skills he had learned throughout his life, hoping that she would have this skill, not only to defend herself but also to hunt more prey, as for how much she could learn, it all depended on her fate.

  Unexpectedly, Xiāng Niáng's comprehension was extremely high, and she grasped it in an instant. In just two days, she had mastered the "Twelve Linked Pearls". Today, when teaching again, she had already reached the level of "Left and Right Opening Bows". Since he couldn't stand up, Little Wu sat there and asked Xiāng Niáng to set up a target fifty paces away. He demonstrated one round first, then instructed her.

  Two men were diligently practicing their lessons when they suddenly heard a ditty carried on the wind: “...The Zhao family, how laughable, sending a eunuch to be the headmaster! Attacking the capital of Yan, losing troops, first giving gold and then giving silver...”

  Wu heard it clearly, was shocked, and hurriedly called Xiāng Niáng to ask for clarification. The master has an order, how dare he not obey? Xiāng Niáng ran over in a flash, grabbed a few naughty children and asked them in detail, turned around and came back, happily jumping up and down, shouting: "Fifth brother, Song Gou was defeated by us, gold and silver and armor were lost all the way, can be piled into mountains..."

  Xiao Nizi immediately saw Xiao Wu's face change, looking gloomy and unresponsive. She suddenly realized that this "Wu Gege" was also one of the Song dogs. Scared, she stuck out her tongue and sat down in front of him, tugging at his clothes: "I wasn't talking about you, don't be angry!"

  "Xiangniang, how can your fifth brother be so cowardly? Come on, let's continue practicing archery!" Xiaowu soon realized that with the Song Dynasty having such generals and soldiers, it would be strange if they didn't win battles! It's no wonder that the Han people of Liao don't want to return to the Song, like a weak father who can't even earn the respect of his own son. Why bother getting angry? He was lucky to have escaped with his life, and one day he would lead an iron army and make the world tremble with fear!

  That night at dinner, Xiao Nang's grandfather brought more accurate news. It turned out that after Xiang Dan led the army to drive out the remnants of Guo Yao Shi from Yanjing, he took advantage of the victory and divided his troops to cut off the grain path of the Song army's large camp. He captured Wang Yuan, the grain officer, and two soldiers who were transporting grain, and imprisoned them in a large tent. At midnight, Xiang Dan pretended to discuss matters and said that he would summon 300,000 soldiers and divide them into three routes, using fire as a signal to launch a surprise attack on the Song camp. Then, he secretly released one of the Song soldiers to return and report the news. The main general of the Song army, Liu Yanqing, believed it was true, and when the fire started the next night, he thought that a large group of Liao soldiers had arrived and ordered his men to burn down their camp and flee in all directions. The Liao army took advantage of the situation and launched a surprise attack. That night, the Song army trampled each other, and countless people died. They lost all the military equipment and supplies that the Song dynasty had accumulated over several dynasties, as well as the gold and silver prepared to reward the three armies.

  Pitiful is a dynasty that rose to power through military might, yet suffered consecutive defeats of unprecedented shame within half a year. Only then did the Liao people realize that the Song army was not worth fighting, and so they composed songs and poems to mock them, letting children spread the ridicule.

  Xiao Wu did not expect that Song Jun would be defeated in such a way, and his depression was beyond words. He thought to himself that even if he were to command the 100,000-strong army, it would still be easy to conquer Yan and destroy Liao! The incompetence of the general had reached this point, and Xiao Wu once again felt a sense of "the great Song dynasty is in danger, the people of the world are in danger".

  "Xiao Ge, why so much worry? The Song people have always wanted to take back their old land, but have they ever asked if we Yan Yun Han people are willing or not? Let me tell you, what's the difference between a Han emperor and a Khitan emperor? As long as they treat the common people well, that's a good emperor!"

  "What does it matter whether he is a Han emperor or a Khitan emperor? As long as he treats the people well, he is a good emperor!" Xiao Wu was struck by lightning, and this remark went against everything he had been taught since childhood. It could even be said to be treasonous! Every citizen of the Great Song Dynasty deeply believed that only Han emperors were orthodox, and only they were true dragon sons of heaven; under heaven, everyone is a subject of the king; on the shore of the land, everyone is a minister of the king. But Grandma's words were like a hibernating insect that crept into his heart and ultimately affected his entire life.

  "Before the bed, I see the moonlight, and I suspect it is frost on the ground. I raise my head to gaze at the mountain moon, and lower my head to think of my hometown! Fifth brother, emperors can be replaced, dynasties can also be replaced, but we are rooted here, this land is our hometown. No one wants to go to war, no one wants to fight between Liao and Song, affecting our livelihood." Xidan also chimed in sensibly.

  Xiao Wu was once again moved, thinking that his lifelong ambition was diametrically opposed to the expectations of the grandfather and grandson. He yearned for a world where heroes emerged in times of chaos, whereas the common people's mindset was: "Rather be a dog in peaceful times, than a human in chaotic times!" Was his martial arts skills meant for helping emperors conquer the world, or for protecting the common people from harm? He fell into deep contemplation.

  Xiao Wu, having learned of the outcome of the battle, could no longer rest easy and recover from his injuries. On the seventh day, Duan's grandfather examined his wound and said it was no longer a problem and he could walk now, so Xiao Wu hastily bid farewell.

  Xiangniang was reluctant to part with him, crying with tears in her eyes, asking him to stay for a few more days. Xiao Wu also felt grateful for the grandfather and grandson's lifesaving kindness and thoughtful care, so he stayed for two more days, just enough time to pass on the "Thirty-six Star Constellations" to Xiaonizi.

  It's finally time to part ways, and although they're just ordinary commoners, the grandfather and grandson still prepared enough travel expenses for Xiao Wu. How could he possibly accept it? He firmly declined at first, but after Xiangniang whispered a few words in his ear, he accepted with a red face. In the end, little Ni'er even gave him her beloved white horse, and with Xiangniang's previous whisper, Xiao Wu didn't dare refuse.

  At this time, Xiaowu was still dressed in her nomadic attire, riding on a small white horse, avoiding the Liao army's patrol, traveling long distances, passing through the war-torn land of Yanshan, along the way, seeing the devastation of life, the cries of orphans and widows filling the fields, and large areas of unburied Song army corpses, accompanied by wild dogs and vultures, making one unable to bear the sight. Xiaowu's thoughts were a thousand miles away, her emotions in turmoil, no matter whether the world was at peace or in chaos, it was always the common people who suffered!

  Returning to the Song territory, it was another scene. The smoke from cooking rose high into the air, and travelers were busy coming and going. It was impossible to tell that they had just suffered a great defeat. It was also clear that the Liao army's military strength was strained to the limit, unable to expand their gains. Along the way, he inquired about the news of the Song army's main camp, only to learn that the commander-in-chief Liu Yanqing had been captured and imprisoned, while all the brave warriors had retreated back to their hometowns, showing that the imperial court was intimidated by these two defeats, and for a short period of time, there would be no intention of going north again.

  Xiao Wu left Xiangzhou with a heroic ambition, but it was all worn away by the successive blows. He returned home in low spirits. On the other hand, his little white horse was very spirited. It had just turned three years old and was at an age when it yearned to run freely. Braving the cold wind, it galloped swiftly on the official road, easily covering two hundred miles a day. It was indeed a fine horse.

  This day they passed Xiangzhou and went straight to Tangyin, arriving at Yonghe Township. Xiao Wu thought of his parents, wife, and children whom he had not seen for several months, and a rare smile appeared on his face as he urged the horse on. The sun was just past its peak when he saw Xiaotang Village in front of him. But joy turned to sorrow as a gust of wind blew by, triggering another attack of his eye disease, and tears streamed down his face.

  Several familiar villagers walked towards him, seeing Xiao Wu's appearance, they all had a worried look on their faces, and they bowed to him in unison, shaking their heads and sighing repeatedly. They didn't even bother with the usual pleasantries before walking away. This left Xiao Wu bewildered, thinking to himself that he had indeed lost the battle, but he was still in one piece, so why were the villagers reacting as if they were mourning?

  In the midst of his doubts, Xiao Wu saw a large Chinese scholar tree at the entrance of his home, and just then, the gate of his own home opened, and out came a very unfamiliar pretty young girl, wearing a short skirt made of coarse linen, with a hemp belt around her head and waist. He was taken aback, wondering whose family was holding a funeral?