Guangyuanfang, in the northwest corner of Yanjing City, has become no different from the slums of later generations due to years of wars, houses in disrepair, potholes on the ground, and accumulation of garbage and debris.
Outside the door of a courtyard with a broken wall and thick thatch, several young men in shabby clothes squatted in front of the door and on the street corner, looking like rogues. They seemed lazy, but their eyes were sharp and they looked around nervously.
In the courtyard, several young men dressed similarly were walking around. The door to the main room was closed, and five or six men in the room were gathered around the table, discussing something nervously.
Inside and outside the house, all the men have different clothes, all are bald and have hair in buns. They are all kinds of people, of different nationalities, from all over the world.
"Brothers, I called you here today because the Tatar envoy is coming to Yanjing City. I got a tip that among the people who came, there were not only the chief official of the Tatar Central Publishing House, Kelei Ren Zhenhai, but also Wo Hetai. His son Badar."
The first man, a tall and heavy man in his thirties, with an imposing bald head, gave a brief introduction.
The son of Wohetai!
Everyone was shocked. The Confucian scholar in Song Dynasty's bun was handsome and fair-skinned, with a wide robe and long sleeves, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.
"Brother, you called the brothers here, didn't you want to assassinate Zhenhai and Badar?"
If Zhenhai and Baidaer can really be killed, it will greatly improve the morale of the people of the Central Plains against Mongolia.
"Brother, if we really want to assassinate these two thieves, you have to say it. We brothers in the "Xingzhonghui" will all listen to you!"
Another dark and tough young man with a Shandong accent followed enthusiastically.
"Brother, brothers all listen to you!"
"Brother, you have the final say!"
Several other men spoke one after another, everyone was excited.
The Tatar army was defeated by the Song soldiers in Hanzhong. The most powerful Tatar general Subutai died, and Torre fled. The world was shocked, but the anti-Mongolian camp was rejoicing and full of fighting spirit.
The tall bald man is called Wanyan Hong. He was originally a declining Jurchen nobleman and is now called Wang Hong.
The Confucian scholar was called Pu San Wenzhong. He was originally a merchant in Yanjing City and is now called Lin Wenzhong.
As for the man with a Shandong accent, he is truly a Han Chinese, a remnant of the Jin Kingdom under the rule of Mongolia.
In fact, both inside and outside this house are the original survivors of the Great Jin Kingdom.
Since the rise of the Mongolian steppe, the Jin Kingdom was forced to move its capital to the south of the Yellow River. The Central Plains area north of the Yellow River was controlled by the Mongolian army. The Jurchens under their rule have always existed as a special group. From Genghis Khan to Wokuotai, the Mongolian army continued to attack the Jin Dynasty for 20 years, massacring the Wanyan family and the people of the Jin Dynasty, so that 80% of the Jin Dynasty population in the two rivers disappeared. In order to prevent being massacred, many Jurchens changed their surnames to Han surnames and changed their hair buns.
Wang Hong and Lin Wenzhong were such survivors of the Jin Kingdom, who endured humiliation and heavy burdens, and lived in elegance.
"Brothers, you should think about it carefully. Assassinating Zhenhai and Bai'er is a life-threatening act. It is very likely that you will escape death and never come back. Brothers, you should think about it carefully."
Wang Hong took the matter seriously and stared at everyone in the room.
Yanjing is the most famous city in the North, an important town controlled by the Tatars, with tens of thousands of troops garrisoned. It may not be easy to assassinate Tatar dignitaries and escape unscathed.
"Brother, there is a poem from the South: "The remaining people shed tears in the dust, and look south to the king's division for another year." The Northern soldiers have killed so many Han people in China. The country hates family feud, and brothers are not afraid of death. Leave this matter to me. Bar!"
Wu Shi (Wu Su Shihan), the stout man in the last seat, stood up, impassioned, and asked for orders with clasped fists.
The Jin Kingdom regarded itself as China, and most of the Jin Kingdom's scholars and people referred to themselves as Han Chinese. The Tatar army went south, slaughtering blood in the Central Plains, and plundering property. The paths they passed were in ruins, and the two rivers were in ruins. The country and the family were enemies of each other. Naturally, the survivors of the Jin Kingdom would not let go. How can we not avenge such a blood feud, the hatred of the country and the family?
"Brother, I'm much more familiar with Yanjing City, so I'd better take someone there!"
Zhao Kui, a thin man, was so enthusiastic that he recommended himself.
He is a "remnant" of the Jin Kingdom, and like Zhang Yaozu, a man from Shandong, he is a thorough Han Chinese.
In ancient China, there was no such term as Han. The term "Han people" only appeared during the Han Dynasty, and was followed by Wei people, Sui people, Tang people and Song people. When the Jurchens founded their country and took over the Central Plains, both nobles and commoners claimed to be Han Chinese. This may be related to the fact that more than 90% of the people under the rule of the Jin Kingdom were Han Chinese.
The people of the Jin Kingdom called the Jin Kingdom China, the people of the Song Dynasty called the people of the Song Dynasty, and the northern soldiers considered themselves Mongolia.
Historically, after Wanyan Shouxu, the last emperor of the Jin Kingdom, Jin Aizong, came to the throne and faced the Mongol attack, he once said, "The reason why the Northern Army often achieves total victory is because it relies on the horse power of the North and China's skills. I really can't believe it." As for the people of Song Dynasty, how could they be enemies with them?"
Jin Aizong called himself "China" here and scorned the Southern Song Dynasty because the Jin Kingdom was accustomed to calling itself "China" and "Han people".
"Fourth and Sixth, don't be anxious. Sit down first and let's talk slowly!"
Confucian scholar Lin Wenzhong waved his hand and motioned for Wu Shi and Zhao Kui to sit down.
"Brother, all the brothers here are not afraid of death. We have an sworn hatred with the Tatars. Who doesn't want to fight them to the death? However, Baitar is a Tatar prince and noble, and the guards must be very tight. We are the dozens of brothers. I’m afraid it won’t help if we come together.”
Lin Wenzhong said thoughtfully.
Xingzhonghui, as the name suggests, revitalizes or revitalizes China.
These "remnants" of the Jin Kingdom in the Xingzhonghui have studied Chinese culture since childhood, and have read poetry and books, the differences between Huayi and the Spring and Autumn Period, etc. For them, it is normal for them to call themselves "Chinese people". They are also familiar with the concepts of "sacrifice one's life for righteousness", "the place of Tao", "loyalty, filial piety and justice", as well as "cultivate one's moral character, regulate one's family and govern the country and bring peace to the world".
In other words, as long as they can revive "China" and turn the tide from collapse, they will do their part even if it means sacrificing their lives and blood.
"Third brother, you are well known in Yanjing City. Can you get firearms?"
Wang Hong's expectant eyes turned to Zhang Yaozu, a man from Shandong.
If you want to assassinate an important Tatar minister, it will be impossible to do it without firearms and just rely on swords, guns and sticks.
"Brother, there should be no problem with Zhentian Lei. If it is an artillery, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult. That thing is too expensive, I'm afraid we can't afford it!"
Zhang Yaozu hesitated and spoke out.
"The thunder is enough!"
Wang Hong's eyes lit up. Zhentian Lei's indiscriminate bombardment has a high chance of being effective, and it is easier to escape.
"Brother, I'm afraid we have a thunderbolt. Fire blunderbuss must be used when there are more people and the two armies are facing each other, so that they can cause massive damage. If there are too few, I'm afraid it won't be accurate!"
Lin Wenzhong said it thoughtfully.
"Third brother, let's get more thunderbolts, the sooner the better! Those people from Badar will be here soon!"
Wang Hong nodded and asked Zhang Yaozu to come.
"Brother, don't worry, I'll get to it right away and I won't delay the business!"
Zhang Yaozu said sternly, vowing to do so. He stood up, said goodbye to everyone, opened the door and left.
"Brother, third brother is more powerful and can get these firearms. This is a big help!"
Wu Shi closed the door, his face full of excitement.
"It was with these firearms that the southerners occupied Xixia and Shaanxi, our country of Jin."
Wang Hong said quietly, seeming to be very emotional.
"Brother, the southerners were able to defeat the Mongolian army and seize the lands of Xixia and Shaanxi, probably not only with firearms. That Song Emperor Zhao Hong, who was more powerful than the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, was not easy!"
Lin Wenzhong, like Wang Hong, has rich expressions.
"Second brother, how do you say this?"
The sixth child, Zhao Kui, also became interested at this time.
Everyone's attention was transferred unconsciously.
"Established martial arts halls, established education, implemented the New Deal, organized and trained the new army, kicked out scholar-bureaucrats, manufactured firearms, etc. Which emperor of the Song Dynasty had ever done all of these things? The weak southerners were under his rule , suddenly became bloody and brave, invincible in battles, and invincible in all attacks, so much so that he was able to defeat the Tatar army, kill Subotai and Kuaduan, and even occupy the entire northwest."
Lin Wenzhong shook his head, his eyes confused.
"This man is a genius. He may be a god who fell from the sky to help the southerners overcome their difficulties. How come I, a great Chinese, don't have such good luck?"
Lin Wenzhong's words left everyone in the room speechless for a moment.
"I heard that the southern navy sailed across the South and Indian Oceans and went to some African area. I heard that the aborigines were dark-skinned, the weather was hot, and both men and women didn't wear clothes. There are all kinds of wonders in the world!"
Wang Hong was a little lost, as if he remembered what happened in the newspaper.
Compared with the people of the Song Dynasty who traveled south and north, conquering cities and territories, and colonizing overseas, the Kingdom of Jin was confined to Henan, languishing and lingering.
Is it possible for the Kingdom of Jin to come back to life?
"The feud between the Song and Jin Dynasties is a life-and-death feud. The newspapers of the Southerners are trumpeting the restoration of the lost territory. I wonder if they are going to use troops against our country, the Jin Dynasty? The Southerners have this Emperor of the Song Dynasty. I don't know if it is a blessing or not for China. What's wrong?"
After a moment, Zhao Kui whispered.
"There are so many beauties in the country, attracting countless heroes to bow their waists. The poem is like the person. The Emperor of Song Dynasty was a man of great talent and strategy. He soared to the sky. I am afraid it is not a blessing for our country. The people of Song Dynasty were at the peak of their military power, their national power was strong, and they had hundreds of thousands of warriors. , I’m afraid it won’t be long before we send our troops to the north. By then, whether it’s our Kingdom of Jin or Lianghe, I’m afraid they will all be under the rule of the Song people.”
Wang Hong's voice became much deeper without realizing it.
"Eldest brother, second brother, do we still want to do this assassination of Badar?"
Ma Zhen, who had not spoken for a long time, broke the dull atmosphere.
If the Song Dynasty went to the Northern Expedition and the "Xingzhonghui" assassinated Badar, wouldn't it have made a wedding dress for the Song Dynasty people?
So is this assassination necessary?
"Of course!"
Wang Hong raised his head, glared at Ma Zhen dissatisfiedly, and then turned to Wu Shi.
"Fourth, you have used firearms before, so you should lead others to do it. Sixth and fifth will serve as backup. This time, we must shock the world, avenge ourselves, and scare the Tatars!"
A man likes grudges, and the Tatars are the sworn enemies of the Jin Kingdom. Of course, Wang Hong does not want to take advantage of others.
"Don't worry, brother, just leave it to me!"
Wu Shi nodded and responded solemnly.
"Brother, I didn't ask in front of the brothers just now. Where did you get the news about Zhenhai and Badar coming? Is it correct?"
The brothers left, and only Lin Wenzhong and Wang Hong were left in the room, a think tank and a coach.
"Second brother, this is absolutely true. As for who the other party is, it's not convenient for me to reveal it. I hope you can understand me and don't take it to heart."
Wang Hong said seriously and in a low voice.
Lin Wenzhong has been with him through life and death, so he can naturally trust him. But there was no airtight wall, so he had to be cautious.
"Brother, I understand."
Lin Wenzhong nodded and lowered his voice.
"Brother, do you think the third child is a little suspicious?"
"Second brother, what do you mean? Third child is our brother who lives through life and death, you can't make blind guesses!"
Wang Hong nervously warned Lin Wenzhong.
"Brother, of course I know this. I just think that Lao San is a refugee from Shandong and has no power. How can he be so capable? He can easily do so many things that we can't do in Yanjing City?"
"How about I tell you that the third child can do it!"
Wang Hong shook his head to stop Lin Wenzhong's suspicion.
"Second brother, if there is no conclusive evidence, don't make random guesses. Otherwise, we will start a mess ourselves."
"Don't worry, brother, I will never talk nonsense!"
Lin Wenzhong nodded and said solemnly.
Zhang Yaozu went out and went to Xianlufang on East Street. He turned left and right and walked in circles a few times to make sure no one was following him. Then he entered an alley, stopped in front of a door, knocked on the door and entered.
Zhang Yaozu went up to the second floor. Song Shiren, who was staring at the window, turned his head and gently closed the window.
He could see clearly just now that Zhang Yaozu was being cautious and no one was following him.
"Master, I have something important to do!"
Zhang Yaozu played softly, and Song Shiren nodded slightly after listening.
"There is nothing wrong with the firearms, just give them to them. As for the assassination, since the people of the Xingzhonghui want to do it, let them take the lead, and we will check for the deficiencies from behind. If they fail, we will take over again! Zhenhai and Baidaer, we Killed!"
Song Shiren's eyes were cold and stern, and every word was eloquent.
He was worried about the shortage of manpower, and the people of Xingzhonghui took advantage of it. They succeeded in killing the important minister of Mongolia with one blow.
"Sir, since I, the King of the Song Dynasty, are about to make the Northern Expedition, then this assassination can be avoided if possible. Baitaer is an important Tatar official, and the guard must be tight. If the success fails, I'm afraid..."
Zhang Yaozu said hesitantly, but when he met Song Shiren's cold gaze, the next words got stuck in his throat.
"Military orders are like mountains, do you want to disobey them? Our lives are our lives, aren't the lives of those Northern Expedition soldiers our lives?"
During the Song Dynasty, Ren's heart was as solid as stone, unmoved.
"The brothers in Baozhou killed Zhang Rou, and the brothers in Taiyuan blew up the luggage warehouse in Taiyuan. Could it be that our lurking personnel in Yanjing did nothing?"
The Northern Expedition is imminent, so first assassinate the opponent's senior officials and cause chaos in Yanjing City to facilitate the Northern Expedition.
As for whether you can succeed, it can only depend on the person.
"Master, if anything happens to me, I'll take care of my family!"
Zhang Yaozu solemnly bowed and bowed.
"On the 13th, you don't have to worry about these. As latent personnel, your and my fate have been determined. As for the funeral, there is no need to worry about the Emperor of the Song Dynasty and my uncle."
Song Shiren and Zhang Yaozu looked at each other, both smiled, and their palms were held tightly together.
