In 916 A.D., Yelu Abaoji, the leader of the nomadic Khitan tribe living in the upper reaches of the Liao River, established the Khitan State, that is, the Liao State, with the capital of Linhuangfu after unifying the Khitan tribes.

In 927 A.D., Youzhou City, which got the land of clouds, was promoted to the capital of Liao, and was called "Nanjing Xijin Mansion", which was called Yanjing because it was on the side of Yanshan.

Among the "five capitals" of the Liao people, the largest and most prosperous is none other than Yanjing City. Yandi has a large population and fertile land,

Yanjing City is square, with a circumference of 36 li, and the city wall is 3 zhang high and 1.5 zhang wide. There are 8 gates in the city: the east is the Andong Gate, the Yingchun Gate, the south is the Danfeng Gate, the Kaiyang Gate, the west is the Qing Jin Gate, the Xianxi Gate, the north is the Tongtian Gate, the Gongchen Gate. Two avenues run through Yanjing City, one is east-west, connecting the Qingjin Gate and the Anton Gate; The other is the north-south direction, connecting the Gongchen Gate and the Kaiyang Gate.

Now, in this prosperous Yanjing City, a bloody massacre is being experienced.

On the street in front of the Fabao Temple, hundreds of people and young scholars were pressed to kneel on the long street, and the sword and axe men standing behind them were bare-chested and armed, with long knives and knives, ready to be executed at any time.

Among the prisoners, there were Han Chinese, Khitans, and Xi people, but among the scholars, most of them were Han Chinese.

On the opposite side of these prisoners, Shi Liai, the deputy guard of Yanjing and the privy envoy of Yanjing, the Jin Yanjing left behind, the marshal of the left road Wan Yan Zongbi, and the deputy marshal of the left road Wan Yan Sali sat on the chair, and Shi Liai's son-in-law, Chai Sixun, the deputy commander of Yanjing, and Li Cheng, the general of Wan Yan Zongbi's subordinates, stood behind him.

The crowd of onlookers was crowded, except for a few family members of the prisoners, the others were all elated, as if they were watching a wonderful performance.

"Your Highness, are you really going to kill them all? In addition to the remnants of Yelu Yujun, many people are just bewitched, and they are honest after a few days in prison, so why bother to mobilize the crowd so much. ”

Shi Liai's face turned pale, and he persuaded bitterly: "Those mobs inside should naturally be killed, but these young scholars are the future of my Dajin Kingdom." Talents are rare, and please ask the Fourth Highness to think about it again. ”

Because Yelu Yujun was very famous and influential among the soldiers and civilians of the old Liao, his sudden rebellion caused a huge shock in Liao, and also shocked the Jurchen royal family headed by the Wanyan family.

Fearing instability in the rear, the Wanyan clan began to clear the remnants of Yelu Yujun, so that the plan to invade the south was also temporarily shelved.

Although the Jurchens destroyed the Liao State, a large number of Khitan people "swore not to eat the golden millet" and left the Liao land one after another, and some people followed Yelu Dashi. Even so, the number of Khitans left in the land of Yanyun is still much more than that of the Jin people, and with their Jurchen tribes of less than one million people, once the Khitans rebel, they will definitely have a disaster to overthrow the country.

Most of the young scholars who were arrested were Han Chinese, and they were arrested by the government because of associations, marches, speeches, and rallies. These young people, many of the elders have some friendship with Shi Liai, if these people are beheaded, how will he raise his head in this Yan Land in the future!

"These people openly confronted our Dajin Dynasty, fanned the flames, slandered the court, and died until they were dying, and they did not repent."

Wanyan Zongbi's eyes shot a fierce light.

"If we don't punish them, how can our Dajin Dynasty establish a country, if the Song people send troops to attack, they open the door to robber, or turn against each other before the battle, wouldn't it be to harm thousands of soldiers of my Dajin Dynasty!"

Wanyan Zongbi, the son of Jin Taizu Wanyan Aguta, the "fourth prince" in the mouth of the Song Dynasty, is at a turning point in his life and power at this time.

The war maniacs of the previous generation, Wanyan Yanmu, Wanyan Lou Room, Wanyan Zongwang, and Wanyan Zongfu, have died in the war; Wan Yan Chang and Wan Yan Yinke are dying, and a few days ago, they were driven to the Yanmen Pass area by the loyal and righteous army; Wanyan Zonghan has died two sons in a row, and his fighting spirit is no longer what it used to be; Wanyan Xiyin is a Wenchen, and Wanyan Zong has a foot disease and can only sit in the center. Looking at it, the Dajin Kingdom is in power, and the only people who can charge into battle and lead the troops to the battle are just a few people.

Wanyan Sali drank "Crying Langjun", his courage was insufficient, and he was finished

, Wanyan Zongjun and others are not experienced enough, and the only ones left are Wanyan Zongpan and him.

Wanyan Zongpan is extremely strong for the country, and he is the eldest son of his uncle Wanyan Wu Qimai, although he has some talent, but he is arrogant and unruly, and the ministers of the court, Wanyan Zonghan, Wanyan Zonggan, etc., are scornful of him and quite dissatisfied.

It stands to reason that over the years, it has been his opportunity to make a name for himself, and he has indeed gotten a lot of opportunities, but he has basically messed them up.

In Jiangnan, he was blocked by Han Shizhong in Huangtiandang, and he almost couldn't go back to the north; In the first battle of Shaanxi, the Tiefu Tu led by him was tragically destroyed by the Loyal and Righteous Army; Even in the large and small battles between Hebei and the Loyal Army, he rarely won a victory.

Fortunately, he still has the title of prince, Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Zonggan support him, and Wanyan Wu Qimai also has to look at the faces of these people in the court, so that he can still lead the troops.

It's just that if he continues to be defeated like this, one day, he will be driven off the small altar and reduced to worthless garbage.

"You are all optimistic, this is the end of spreading rumors and fighting against the Great Jin Dynasty!"

Wanyan Zongbi, the "fourth prince" among the people of the Song Dynasty, had a cold face at the moment, faced with human feelings, and shouted loudly:

"If anyone is like them again, catch one and kill another, until he kills all the doors, and no one is left!"

The crowd of onlookers began to become quieter, and everyone could see that a feast was about to begin.

Seeing that many people had fear on their faces, Wanyan Zongbi's expression was slightly soothed, he sat back in his chair and said coldly to the executioner behind him: "Start the execution!"

"The hour has come, and the execution begins!"

One by one, the knives and axes stepped forward, grabbed the necks of the prisoners, and raised the long knives in their hands.

Shi Liai sighed slightly, and his eyes closed.

His son-in-law Chai Sixun's face turned red and he hung his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

The generals such as Wanyan Sali, Shuliesu, and Yan Ying all looked indifferent, obviously used to all this.

As soon as he died with difficulty, he heard that he was going to be beheaded, and some of the prisoners immediately cried out.

"I don't want to die, spare my life!"

"I don't dare anymore, please, let me go!"

In the crowd of onlookers, some people pointed and began to speak. What's more, someone laughed loudly.

"These people can only play tricks, they can't do bullshit, and what "China Society" and "Yanhuang descendants" are all bullshit!"

A smile appeared on Wanyan Zongbi's face. A group of yellow-mouthed children with undried milk hair also dare to slander the imperial court, saying that those who distinguish between Huayi and commit strong men will be punished even if they are far away.

It's all bullshit!

The knife was on the neck, and it was not yet admitted.

"Li Hua, Xie Yifeng, you two spineless things, don't be embarrassed here!"

Zhou Yan endured the severe pain caused by the binding, and shouted loudly: "Wushu, you golden dog, kill me if you want to kill me, and the Wang Xiangguild will avenge us!"

The crowd fell silent all at once.

The three words "Wang Xianggong" were like a heavy hammer, hitting the chests of the surrounding audience, and everyone seemed to stop breathing, except for the two poor insects who were still crying, and the scene became silent.

Wanyan Zongbi's face was pale, and he stood up from the chair with a "Teng", pointed at Zhou Yan, who was kneeling in the front row, and shouted: "I want to wait for Wang Song, in the next life!" Come on, cut off his dog's head for me first!"

Zhou Yan laughed, raised his head, looked at the blue sky, and shouted: "As a Chinese, death is a Chinese ghost!" Strong, strong!"

Shi Liai closed his eyes and shook his head frequently. Chai Sixun, who was behind him, raised his head and looked at the situation on the field, his eyes slightly red.

"Don't hurry up and execute it yet!"

Wanyan Zongbi was about to speak, but Wanyan Sa behind him was already screaming

Screamed.

The executioner stepped forward, his knife fell, and his large head fell, and blood gushed out and stained the ground red.

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"As a Chinese, death is a Chinese ghost!"

Another young gentleman shouted, "Come on, grandpa, I'm the second!"

He sang tragically:

"Ninety-nine with a steel knife, kill all the Hu'er ......"

Before he could finish singing, the voice had stopped abruptly, and the blood stained another piece of the ground.

In the crowd, some people cheered happily, as if they were watching a wonderful performance. But more people were silent, and the cheerers saw that not many people responded, and they slowly quieted down.

"Who wants to be next?"

Wanyan Zongbi looked at the prisoner kneeling on the ground in front of him and shouted loudly.

"Me!"

"Me!"

"Me!"

The young scholars scrambled to shout, and one of the hot-blooded young men shouted: "Kill me Zhang Zhongxia, see if you can kill all the 200,000 Han people in Yanjing!"

The other shouted loudly: "I have the intention to kill the thief, but I have no power to return to heaven; The blood is thousands of years, and the history will eventually be recorded! ”

"Kill!"

Wanyan Zongbi was furious and shouted like crazy: "Kill them all, not one will be left!"

"Come on, kill it, the prince won't spare you! Thousands of Han people will not spare you!"

Wanyan Zongbi pointed at Li Hua and Xie Yifeng, who were stinking with feces and urine, and waved his hands in disgust.

"Put those two cowards! It's just a waste!"

It was the turn of the last man in his forties, and he raised his head and stepped forward, and although he was forced to kneel on the ground, he still raised his unyielding head.

"Gold thief, how many Han people did you kill me today?"

Wan Yan Sali's face turned pale, and he looked at the roster.

"Traitor, plus you, just 68 people! Why, do you still want to die and take revenge? ”

"Golden thief, my dignified descendant of Yan Huang, why do you have to rebel? If you kill 68 of my Han people today, Wang Song will make you pay a hundred times and a thousand times the corpse!"

After Yan Sali's face turned pale, he roared sharply: "Kill him for me!"

Shizi laughed out loud and burst into tears.

"Golden thief, come on, give grandpa a good time! The blood of my Han people will not be shed in vain!"

The executioner, pale, plucked up his courage, closed his eyes, and slashed with a single sword.

The Shi brothers who were watching in the crowd glanced at each other, shook their heads, and gently withdrew from the crowd.

"Wushu, you have killed thousands of Khitan people after the Yan clan, this revenge, Wang Song will definitely come to wait for me!"

Many prisoners shouted loudly, and even many Khitan and Xi people joined in.

The executioners stepped forward one after another, and the long knives were cut down one after another, and for a moment the heads of people were rolling, and the blood flowed to the ground, and soon became a trickle.

Wanyan Sali drinks, Wanyan pulls out speed, and Yiying, all the Jin generals present are no longer as calm as they were just now, and many of them are pale.

The people of Yanjing who watched were very few, many of them had red eyes, and women, children, the elderly, and emotional people shed tears.

The sun was suddenly obscured by dark clouds, and the sky was dark and unclear, like dusk. Shi Liai couldn't help but shudder. Could it be that there is really retribution between heaven and earth?

"A bunch of idiots who don't know whether to live or die!"

Wanyan Zongbi stood up from the chair, kicked a bloody head under his feet, and shouted:

"The order goes down, the guards of each city gate must be guarded by Jurchen generals. Search the whole city, and all those suspected of anti-Jin, whether men, women, old or young, will be killed!"

On the first day of the eighth month of the fourth year of the Great Song Dynasty Jianyan, the Jurchen royal family Wanyan Zongbi opened a killing ring in Yanjing City, 68 Han people, and thousands of Khitan strains were killed, and the world was shocked.