The old shepherd watched his wife fall in a pool of blood of the Jin people. He saw that there was a man wearing the uniform of a Song army officer among the Jin people, and the old shepherd immediately understood.

The old man was very calm, surprisingly calm. He waved the sheepskin whip easily and sang a folk song.

This old man moved here from Shanxi to avoid the Song-Liao War, but he didn't expect that he would not be able to escape the disaster of the war after coming here.

The old man sang a Shanxi folk song:

"Fight south of the city, die north of the city walls, die in the wild without burial, crows can eat it.

Say to the crow for me: Be a guest and be a hero!

If you die in the wild without being buried, how can your rotten flesh escape?

The water is deep and turbulent, and the cattails are dark;

The brave cavalry died in battle, and the slow horse wandered and neighed.

Liang built a house, why is it facing south? Why is it facing north?

If you don't have crops, how can you eat? How can I be a loyal minister?

Thinking of sons and good ministers, good ministers are truly worth thinking of:

"Go out in the morning to attack, and return at night."

The song is sad and desolate, heavy and simple, with the unique ruggedness and richness of Shanxi folk songs, which makes people cry when they hear it.

"Battle in the South of the City" is a Han Dynasty folk song, one of the "Eighteen Songs of Han Drum and Bell Songs," composed in memory of those killed on the battlefield. The Han Dynasty and the Xiongnu engaged in a long-running conflict, and the lyrics depict the brutality of the battlefield and aversion to war. Furthermore, the lyrics praise loyal ministers and capable generals, thus humiliating Bai Wanli.

Bai Wanli was horrified. He had spent over a decade in Shanxi and was familiar with its folk songs. Hearing the old shepherd's song transported him back to his early days in the army. Back then, Bai Wanli was filled with passion, determined to serve his country.

Now that he had ended up like this, Bai Wanli had become a sinner through the ages. In the eyes of the Song people, he was a traitor and a traitor to his country, so how could he not feel guilty?

Bai Wanli was in tears. When he was young, he wanted to emulate the Han Zhongjun, who tied his head and asked for a long rope when he was young. He wanted to be a member of the Dingyuan Jueyu Light Cavalry, urging the troops to fight. But in the end, he became a traitor and a traitor to his country when he arrived in the Jin camp. Bai Shizhong wanted him to serve as a soldier, but in fact, he was only thinking about the war.

He had his own ideals, and he'd thought that dying on the battlefield was the greatest honor a soldier could have. But as he grew older, his heroic spirit gradually faded. The old shepherd's folk song brought back memories.

The old shepherd ignored the Jin soldiers who were charging at him and continued to sing. When the Jin soldiers were charging at him, the shepherd never glanced at them. He looked at the mountains in the distance and continued to sing his folk songs.

Blood spurted out, the singing stopped, and the old shepherd collapsed.

“Boom!”

The sky, which had just cleared up, was suddenly covered with dark clouds again and thunder rumbled.

Bai Wanli shuddered. He felt that it was the wrath of God and the wronged souls of countless people were crying out to him.

Bai Wanli was trembling all over. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed, and a thunderclap exploded above Bai Wanli's head. The thunder was so loud that the sky and the earth changed color.

The thunderclap was like a slap in the face, and countless scenes flashed through Bai Wanli's mind. He had made great contributions in the military camp when he first joined the army, fought bravely in the Pingding Army, and then gradually climbed the ranks to become the deputy commander. He had almost lost his life when he returned to Bianjing after contradicting Yue Fei, and Bai Shizhong had him sent to the Zhong family army. He had been appreciated by He Guan, and he had become a prisoner of the Jin people.

Then came the Majiazhuang tragedy. The blood, the slaughter, the crying of babies, the helpless eyes of innocent people, the love of the blind old woman, the singing of the old shepherd...

He looked up at the sky, and the raindrops fell on his face, like the tears of wronged souls.

If he burned the Song army's food supplies, the Jin army would march straight into the Song Dynasty and conquer it. Countless Song civilians would groan under the Jin cavalry. The baby's adorable, smiling face appeared before him, its tiny hand tightly grasping Bai Wanli's finger. He understood that this wasn't a rage of revenge, but the baby's helpless plea. It was begging him to save these innocent lives.

Even an old shepherd disregards his own life, completely ignoring his enemies. How could he be so cowardly? If he's just trying to survive, how can he live the rest of his life with a clear conscience? If he lives his whole life in guilt and fear, what's the point of living?

The old lady said that a man should be upright and have a clear conscience in his service to his country and people. This is life, this is how to live happily and carefree!

Suddenly, Bai Wanli Tianliang realized that he was destined to go to hell, but there is also a saying that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless.

Wanyan Ang cursed loudly: "Damn God!"

The sky finally cleared up again. Bai Wanli led Wanyan Ang and the others to Yixiang Valley, one step deep and one step shallow. He had a smile on his face, and there was no guilt or cowardice on his face.

After the rain, the sky was as blue as a sapphire, and the whole earth was as clear as a mirror. Birds were singing in the mountains, and the plants on the cliffs were lush and green.

Bai Wanli and his companions reached the entrance of Yixiang Valley. Wanyan Ang looked up and sighed inwardly: What a desperate situation! If someone were to set an ambush here, it would be like one man blocking the way for ten thousand. The Song Dynasty is incompetent.

Bai Wanli walked in front. After the group of Jin soldiers entered the Yixian Valley, he suddenly opened his throat and sang a folk song.

Bai Wanli sang the old shepherd's song "Standing in the South of the City"

"Fight south of the city, die north of the city walls, die in the wild without burial, crows can eat it.

Say to the crow for me: Be a guest and be a hero!

If you die in the wild without being buried, how can your rotten flesh escape?

The water is deep and turbulent, and the cattails are dark;

The brave cavalry died in battle, and the slow horse wandered and neighed.

Liang built a house, why is it facing south? Why is it facing north?

Bai Wanli was very excited and kept singing at the top of his lungs.

At first Wanyan Ang and the others were puzzled, but then they realized something was wrong.

Wanyan Quxian rushed over and pushed him away: "What do you want to do?"

Bai Wanli continued to sing while laughing: "If you don't have millet, how can you eat? How can I be a loyal minister?

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