The war in the forest has begun in full swing and is too tragic.

In the vast forest, people become rare animals. 50,000 people and horses are not many in the forest.

Yue Fei's strategy is actually very simple, which is to find the Jurchens' settlement. There are many villages and towns, and only a few families.

These settlements have one thing in common, that is, shelter from the wind, so that they can survive the winter safely.

Two hundred musketeers and three hundred iron armored soldiers formed a camp song and searched in the designated direction. Fang Shitou, the commander of the battalion, is now becoming more and more experienced in finding Jurchens.

First, I looked up and looked in the air. The sky was blue and the earth was snow-white. A wisp of light smoke in the sky seemed particularly conspicuous. It was more than 20 degrees below zero and it was impossible for the Jurchens to spend the winter safely without burning firewood to keep warm.

These firewood, like a guiding light, can allow these military men to quickly find the Jurchens.

When they were lucky, the soldiers found the Jurchens' place where the Jurchens lived. There were two or three hundred people in a village, most of whom were at home, and they were like massacres, and the heads were military achievements. No matter how brave the Jurchens were, they could not change the ending under such circumstances.

If the luck is a little bad, the Jurchens will find danger early and the house will be empty. Fang Shitou is not discouraged. After finding some food that can be brought with him, he burned all the wooden houses and all the winter reserves, and left.

Without winter reserves and houses covering the wind and snow, survival becomes an impossible thing in such winter.

After saving some slaves from other tribes, everything went smoother, and the guides in the forest really began to play a role.

The Bohai Jurchens are the mature Jurchens under the Liao people in the past. They were the biggest obstacle to the rise of the Jurchens. Now most of them have become slaves to the Jurchens.

With the help of these slaves, Fang Shitou became more and more familiar with the road, heading from the place where he entered the forest to the northeast, searching for tribes one by one.

The Jurchens obviously hadn't really reacted yet, and they didn't expect that the Han people would enter the forest in such a cold and bitter season.

All the Jurchens subconsciously believed that this kind of thing would not happen. The Han people entered the forest and were just seeking death.

Even before Olibu was temporary, he thought so. In winter, even the Jurchens could only stay by the bonfire and survived hard, let alone those Han people who didn’t even have a few furs?

Fur is a valuable thing after all, cotton has never been seen by the Jurchens since ancient times.

After the heavy losses, the Jurchens finally realized that countless Jurchen men ran quickly in the snow, connecting the surrounding tribes, villages and towns to gather at the center of Wanyan tribes. This was the last method of the Jurchens.

It is obviously impossible for the Jurchens in the forest to live in large numbers, which is related to the production method of the Jurchens. A large number of people live in groups and obviously cannot be maintained. Only by scattered in every part of the forest can you obtain enough survival supplies.

After the Jurchens reacted, the battle situation had already developed in a tragic direction.

Fang Shitou is no longer as relaxed as before. Even in the middle of the night, cold arrows would be shot out in the forest. After everyone woke up, they searched in the direction of the arrow, but most of them found nothing.

Even after one night, at dawn, when the number of people in the school was always reduced, one or two people would be missing. When you go to find someone, you can find a soldier with a naked body frozen into a popsicle lying not far away in the snow. Even if the clothes on the cold-proof body were taken away by the Jurchens.

This is also the talent of the Jurchens in the forest. Head-on combat is unrealistic, and this kind of sneak attack can also work.

The Jurchens began to retreat north, with the elderly, weak, women, children, slaves, etc., heading north with everything they could with them.

Leaving a bunch of uninhabited wooden houses became ashes.

There were Jurchens carrying crossbows and holding sharp blades everywhere in the forest. They couldn't see one during the day, but they all came out at night.

As the vanguard, Fang Shitou also received the order from Yue Fei, stop moving forward and wait for the army. Fang Shitou received the order, but was a little reluctant, because Fang Shitou's eyes were full of footprints heading north. Looking for these footprints, he would definitely be able to catch up with the Jurchens who were heading north.

If you don’t chase after this, you will be able to find these footprints again after a heavy snowfall.

But Fang Shitou didn't dare to disobey his orders, so he could only wait anxiously for the Marshal Yue behind him, and hoped that the weather would be good, so that it would not snow these days.

The snow came after all. Fang Shitou frowned and hid next to the fire in the camp, and was in a very bad mood. In less than a few hours, the footprints would be flooded by heavy snow. This Jurchen group, with at least three or four thousand footprints, was already the most popular group of Jurchens since entering the forest, and probably would disappear in front of him like this.

Yue Fei finally came in the snow.

Fang Shitou looked unhappy and came to see him. He bowed and bowed, so his attitude naturally would not be better.

Yue Fei looked at Fang Shitou's appearance and smiled and said, "General Fang, why are you so unhappy?"

Fang Shitou was obviously not the one who was hiding, so he spoke, "The Grand Marshal issued a military order, and three or four thousand Jurchens in front of him were let go."

Yue Fei understood it and said, "General Fang, don't worry, this team of Jurchens can't escape, and there are not many people living."

Fang Shitou heard this and said, "Master, the footprints in the snow have long been covered by heavy snow at this time. It is so difficult to track them down. This team of Jurchens is probably not able to find them."

Fang Shitou argued with reason.

But Yue Fei smiled and said, "In this severe winter, the Jurchens left their homes and entered the forest. They were in a hurry and did not dare to make fires. They could not bring much food. They lost the houses that blocked the wind and snow. How many could they live? I just went north step by step. As soon as the snow stopped, the footprints would be all over the ground. Now the Jurchens did not dare to fight head-on. We were under great logistical pressure and the food route had been attacked several times. So we had to slow down to ensure that the food route was not lost. We would not allow you to rush forward and attack."

Yue Fei was patient and slowly explained these truths to Fang Shitou. He also mentioned the logistical problems. Although the road was opened and the supply line was long, the Jurchens also focused on this supply line. The battle on the supply line was really tragic and suffered heavy losses. Yue Fei had to slow down and wait for supply. He also sent thousands of people back to the supply line, escorting food and grass, and patrolling the supply line.

Even so, the Jurchens had no intention of stopping the attack on the supply line, and they still fought one after another. When there were fewer Jurchens, there were about a hundred people, and when there were more than three or four thousand people, they were still one after another when facing muskets. Fang Shitou, who was the most forward, naturally didn't know about these things.

Fang Shitou heard this and heard this. He knew this truth, but said again: "Master-in-law, the brothers under the command of the Mo General are all good at fighting soldiers. They go straight to chase the Jurchens and kill as much as they can. The brothers are looking forward to military achievements for a long time, and they are a little unhappy when they see these achievements pass by. Please ask the Master-in-law to let us chase the Jurchens in front of them. With such heavy snow, the Jurchens will definitely not be able to go quickly, and the Mo General should have a chance to catch up with them."

When Yue Fei heard this, he shook his head repeatedly and said, "Now the Jurchens have already reacted. It is not a good idea to go deep into the army alone. The proper way is to chase after him and follow him. In a few days, there will be corpses along the way. Without fighting, the Jurchens will suffer heavy losses."

Yue Fei is so good at fighting and planning. As long as he follows the Jurchens like this, he keeps the supplies and supplies. The Jurchens cannot even get fire, and they can kill people in severe cold. The Jurchens are so bloated that they can wear and tie up the cold things they can keep on their bodies, so where can they walk fast?

Even the Jurchens who appear every night in the mountains and forests can't hold on for long. There have been changes in the past few days. In the battle reports summarized here, the number of times the Jurchens touched them is gradually decreasing. This is the trend of big data.

In a few days, this number will only plummet. The biggest killing will be achieved by driving the Jurchens out of their homeland.

Fang Shitou knew that Yue Fei was right, but he still had some other thoughts in his heart. Fang Shitou relied on his military merits to get such a position from a farmer family, and this position has not been promoted for several years. Therefore, Fang Shitou cares so much about military merits. The benefits brought by military merits, not to mention the rise in status, but also the rewards and land. This is also the basis for the bravery of the military and Han Dynasty.

Faced with Marshal Yue's plan, Fang Shitou, who had attended the martial arts lecture school, had nothing to say.

"The head of the commander said that the fire in the forest must be paid attention to it, so that the fire must not spread. Mo Jiang did not think of something, and the house of the young master was also very careful. Later, Mo Jiang suddenly thought of a plan. Instead of chasing the Jurchens like this, it would be better to set a fire and burn all the Jurchens in the forest, and then it would be a complete end." Fang Shitou thought about this before, but he was unwilling to say that because the Jurchens were burned to death, his military achievements became a bubble.

At this time, he said it again, because he waited for the Jurchens to freeze and starve to death, so he did not have much military merit. He just said this plan.

Yue Fei was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed and said, "Fang Shitou, you have come up with such a plan more than ten years ago. If His Majesty nodded and agreed, the forest would have been completely burned out at this time."

Fang Shitou was quite embarrassed when he heard this. He thought he was extremely smart and came up with a good idea that others had not expected. At this time, he heard that Mr. Wu had thought it out more than ten years ago, and his face turned slightly red, and he said, "What Your Majesty thinks is naturally reasonable. It seems that the forest is really not burned."

Fang Shitou heard that Zheng Zhi did not agree, so he didn't say much. The original Prince of Yan, and the current Emperor, were the god-like figure in Fang Shitou's heart. What His Majesty decided was naturally right.

Yue Fei smiled slightly when he heard this. Yue Fei couldn't guess what this stone was thinking. Even if he didn't care, it was a good thing for the generals to make meritorious contributions. Now that the bravery and martial arts are prevalent in the army, the military reward system actually played a great role. On this point, Yue Fei also admired His Majesty's wise wisdom.

Then he heard Yue Fei laugh and said, "You should first ascend all the heads of your command, and go to the Chief of Staff to ascend the throne."

Fang Shitou smiled when he heard this, and nodded, "Hey, let's go."

After saying that, Fang Shitou quickly left the tent. Thinking that he had seven or eight hundred heads in his hand, he laughed out loud, knowing that he was probably qualified to be promoted to another level with these heads. It should be no problem to be promoted to a deputy commander of the army.

However, this deputy commander of the army obviously could not satisfy Fang Shitou's thoughts at this time. Fang Shitou, who was only thirty years old, was the time to fight.

There are also regulations in the army that commanders and commanders of front-line combat must be discharged from the army at the age of 40. Perhaps as the times develop, life expectancy and physical condition will improve, the age of this regulation will be extended later.

However, at this time, this regulation is very consistent with the situation in the military. Most commanders on the grassroots level have to go on the battlefield in person. When they are old and their physical condition is not good, they will naturally be difficult to compete.

It is also the same rule that Fang Shitou must pass the level of military commander before he is forty, otherwise Fang Shitou will have to retire from the army and go home. For some people, it is okay to retire from the army and become a rich man, but it is unacceptable for Fang Shitou.

When he was a teenager, he joined the army from Cangzhou. Now, Fang Shitou knows nothing and even gets unfamiliar with farming. Fang Shitou has long been used to life in the army, and he doesn't know what to do when he goes home. Staying in the army to be a high-ranking official is Fang Shitou's thought.

Fang Shitou had a small thought in his heart, which was to think that he could walk to Zheng Zhi to truly meet the emperor. This kind of admiration was difficult to explain the reason, but he wanted to realize it day by day.

When Fang Shitou was in Cangzhou, he only saw King Yan Zheng Zhi from afar in the military formation. When he arrived at the martial arts school, he also looked at Zheng Zhi from afar behind the queue. At that time, Zheng Zhi's power made this farm boy who had never seen the world long for a longing for him.

In the future, I never had the chance to see Zheng Zhi again. After Zheng Zhi ascended the throne, it was even more difficult to see. The only way to see was that Fang Shitou also became a senior officer, which was also a longing and expectation.

The Daxia Dynasty, where the country was strong and the people were rich, fought invincible all over the world, and the navy was in the world, and the army was victorious for thousands of miles. No matter how some scholars criticized the fact that they would perish if they were warlike and would act against each other. In the hearts of these military and peasant men, Zheng Zhi was like a god descending to earth.

Fang Shitou married a Han woman in Yanjing a few years ago and returned to Cangzhou, and gave birth to a fat boy. Since he was over two years old, he had to bow to the portrait of His Majesty the Emperor in his family early in the morning and say long live. This was what Fang Shitou asked for, and that portrait was also obtained by Fang Shitou several times.

In the past two years, the portrait of His Majesty the Emperor has been easy to make, and there are many people in the city to sell.

A farmer who is unable to eat, has a very grateful heart to live like this today. This is the simplicity of people in this era. It seems strange to be simple.

Hejian Mansion, something even more ridiculous happened.

A team of camels that came from thousands of miles from the Western Regions, brought spices and other items to Hejian Prefecture for a good price. Most of the camels were Khwarezm people, but now the Khwarezm people are pleased by both sides. Khwarezm is the junction between the Western Liao and the Turks. He calls himself a citizen of the Western Liao people to the east, and calls himself a citizen of the Turks to the west. Whether it is the Turks or the Western Liao people, he does not have strong control over places like Khwarezm.

Therefore, when the Khwarezmians started their business, they were really smooth. They crossed the Western Liao and reached Daxia, and it was unimpeded. Since Yelu Dashi and Zheng Kai stopped their troops and made peace, the Western Liao people entered Daxia, and there were some basic preferential treatments.

However, after this group of Khwarezmians paid the tax and entered the city, they faced several military men who were not wearing armor and only wore red and gray uniforms on the street.

These military men looked drunk and were still teasing a few words to the waiter who sent a few people out, looking kind and kind.

After turning his head, he saw the foreigners wearing headscarves, and became interested. He stepped forward a few steps and asked, "Where do you come from? Are you from the Western Liao people? Or the Turks?"

The leader of the caravan knew that the people in front of him were military men, so he did not dare to neglect them. He imitated the Han people's bowing. After listening to the translated words, he hurriedly said: "We are from Western Liao and Khitan."

Most merchants are so exquisite that they are helpless when they go out.

When a military man heard this, he looked carefully for a few times and then laughed loudly. After laughing, he looked up straight and said, "Are you a Khitan? I have seen many Khitans. Khitans look like elders. How could you be so big? You can cling to your ancestors. Why don't you say you are a Han person?"

The leading businessman had no choice but to laugh at him and quickly said, "We are from Western Liao, and all of them are Khitans."

Even this merchant knew that the Khitans now had a good relationship with the Han people. He said that they were from Western Liao, so they should not suffer much.

After hearing this, Junhan looked around and looked at his companions, but he had no intention of making things difficult for the merchant. He just said, "No matter where you are from, do you see this road? Six miles ahead will be the palace."

The leading businessman was confused when he heard this, and looked at the military man in front of him with a flattering and inquiring look.

Seeing that these foreigners didn't understand, the military man shouted: "Kneel down to me, worship my emperor, and pray well, and shout long live!"

The leading businessman was not hesitant, so he knelt on the spot and went to see the translator he hired.

The translator quickly taught the saying "Long live Your Majesty".

The entire camel caravan stopped in the middle of the street, with two or three hundred people kneeling on the ground, and long live the rest.

The military soldiers were satisfied and left with their arms around.

But this was such a thing that made people all over the street look strange. Some people thought it was strange, some people thought it was ridiculous, and some people thought it was supposed to do this.

Perhaps every era has things unique to that era, and perhaps later generations may seem ridiculous or naive. However, they cannot look at things at that time from the perspective of future generations. nt
Chapter completed!