Handan, the capital of Zhao during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period; King Zhao Wuling's "Hu Fu Riding and Shooting" place, Hu riding vertically and horizontally, a fishy one.

On the ruined city wall, the traces of smoke and fire are still there, and the blood stains everywhere on the city head and countless hanging human heads make the heaven and earth a little bleak.

Outside the city are patches of rotten fertile fields, and the corpses of the Song people are everywhere, and wild dogs roam among them. The moat has been filled, and the corpses of the Song army under the city wall are stacked on top of each other, swords, guns and arrows are scattered, the broken battle flags are broken, and the broken ladders are like the end of the world.

So many corpses are walking in the wilderness and are not cleaned and buried, which will inevitably cause epidemics. The Jin people came and went like the wind, burning, killing and looting, and the sores left behind were borne by the Song people.

The wheat in the field is close to maturity, and the war horses, people and carts are trampled back and forth, and the crops that have just been filled have become fodder for cattle and horses in the blink of an eye.

The little birds flying in the early morning, unaware of the suffering of the world, are still chirping in the air, happily looking for food.

"Straight lady thief, this Song people's place is rich, gold is everywhere, and silk and silk are everywhere. The beauties are all white and tender, like lambs, no wonder the Jurchens want to go south to plunder, not to mention how cool! ”

Dong Xiaohei stood at the gate of the city, holding a spear in his hand, grinning, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and his face was full of obscene looks.

"Dong Datou, you said this is a fart. Those white and tender beauties are also something we can touch, not all of them belong to the Jurchen nobles above! ”

Liu Xiaohui snorted in his nose, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"It's only the village women who have our brothers' turn. Last night, Ma Wu slept with five little ladies, do you think it's cool enough? ”

The surrounding Jin soldiers all widened their eyes, shook their heads, and let out a burst of exclamation.

"No wonder I didn't see Ma Wu today, my dare is that my legs and feet are weak, and I can't get out of bed!"

"These Song women, all of them are delicate, I'm afraid they can't stand the toss, and they don't know if they are dead or alive."

Liu Xiaohui said coldly: "Anyway, it's not our turn." Having said that, this Handan city is very rich, with countless gold and silver treasures. I heard that yesterday and one day, the Jurchens made more than 100,000 yuan, and dozens of ox carts with more silver could not be pulled!"

The golden soldiers were amazed again, and everyone shook their heads and was envious.

Dong Xiaohei said regretfully: "Straight lady thief, the brothers are busy for a long time, but each person has made a few pieces of money, and I haven't seen a few pieces of silver in a big piece, I can't imagine that it was all looted away from above, it's really unlucky, unlucky!"

A long-faced golden soldier smiled: "Big head, you don't have a bird to be red." This has always been a siege of the city, hard work, filling ditches and burdens, and being a shield, all of which are done by our brothers. People are eating and drinking in the city, let's guard the city here, and you say, what is there to guard the gate of this bird city? If you want to complain, you have to blame yourself for not being a Jurchen. ”

Liu Xiaohui's eyes were full of envy, and he smacked his lips and said: "The straight lady is the thief!" The Jurchen nobles were so cheerful, and the Song people who dared to resist were all cut off their heads. The rich people's gold and silver treasures, wives and concubines were all taken away, and they were put in bags, and the horses' hooves were trampled on for a while, and they all saw the king of Hades, and when those guys died, they called a miserable one! ”

For these Han children in the north, who grew up under the rule of the Liao people since childhood, the "Yixia view" and "orthodox view" have long changed, and they have also recognized the orthodox status of the Liao people, and they are no longer the people who "turned their hearts to the Central Plains" when the Song Dynasty was founded.

The Han people have long been "Huhua" in terms of living customs, and the Song people discriminated against them and called them "Fanren". As a result, the Han children lacked a clear understanding of their own ethnic affiliation, neither Khitan, Jurchen, nor Han in the Central Plains, and were increasingly marginalized psychologically.

Along with this, there was no principle in its political tendencies, and whoever could stand on his feet in the Liao, Song, and Jin would be attached to whomever he could gain from it, and he would rebel left and right from his own interests rather than national feelings.

Han'er followed the Jurchens south, burning, killing, and plundering every day, doing all kinds of evil, even if they had some conscience, they were all blackened by those who were close to ink. Especially in this troubled era of cannibalism, there is no tomorrow today, so let's have fun in time.

At the gate of the city, they complained and complained one after another, until they heard shouts in the distance, and they raised their heads and looked forward lazily.

On the official road outside the west gate, a large group of Han soldiers were defeated and lost, the flags were scattered, and everyone showed a frightened look on their faces, as if they had lost the battle.

"Stop, whose subordinates are you?"

The Jurchen officer at the head of the city asked loudly.

"General Chi Wu, I am a subordinate under Liu Fu's command, and I went out to attack Guzhen and suffered a defeat."

The Han Er below was pale and trembling, and replied in Khitan dialect.

"A bunch of useless fools, they can come back empty-handed after robbing homes and houses."

The Jurchen officer scolded fiercely, and Ma Wu asked these people to go to Guzhen to find out whether there was any news of glass and firearms workshops, but who knew but was deflated.

He looked at the men he knew in front of him and waved his hand impatiently.

Dong Xiaohei and the others hurriedly stepped forward, moved away from the horse, and the Han'er surrounded them and headed towards the city gate together.

Liu Xiaohui couldn't help but be a little curious, except for the first few Han'er who knew each other, the others were all fresh faces.

"Liu Dutou, look at the official road, it seems that there is a horse team coming."

Just as the fox was in doubt, smoke and dust rose in the distance, and there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves. Liu Xiaohui was shocked, and looked into the distance with the Jin soldiers at the city gate.

Smoke and dust billowed on the official road, and a group of hundreds of Jurchen knights in armor galloped wildly and rushed towards the city gate.

"What are these cavalrymen going to do?"

Liu Xiaohui waved his hand and motioned for the Han'er to get out of the way and make way for the horse team from afar.

The Jurchen officers on the city gate were puzzled, this is the cavalry that came again, it can't be Hu Er, right?

Everyone was puzzled, and the cavalry had already rushed over like a whirlwind. The Jurchen officers at the head of the city looked carefully, sweated on the top of their heads, and shouted: "Close the city gate quickly!"

Before Dong Xiaohei and the others could react, the few defeated soldiers who had just passed each took out round iron bumps from their arms, lit the fuse, and threw them over.

Some of the other routs were round arms, and one by one they smoked iron bumps, and flew straight to the golden soldiers at the city gate.

Thunder!

Dong Xiaohei and the others were all frightened, pushing and shoving each other, screaming and scolding, and scattered in all directions.

"Pass! Pass!"

Violent explosions exploded at the gates and in the gates, filling the air with smoke and heart-rending screams. Liu Xiaohui's legs were blown off, his flesh was blurred, and he squirmed and howled on the ground. Several of the surrounding Jin soldiers were killed or wounded, and they fell in a pool of blood.

"Bomb dropping!"

A roar sounded, and dozens of smoking earth-shattering thunderbolts were thrown out at the same time, heading straight for the city gate and the remaining golden soldiers in the cave of the city gate.

In addition to the city wall of Tokyo and the state and prefecture city walls, the height of the city wall of the Song Dynasty was more than 2 zhang, and most of the county-level city defenses were only 3-4 meters high, and the height of the city wall of individual counties was less than 3 meters.

The walls of the city are 3-4 meters high, which is not as long as a spear. Siegers can stab the defenders with spears without using ladders. It can be said that county-level urban defense is in vain.

Even the Jin people, who lack the ability to siege the city, are in and out of the land of Yan and Zhao, and they are in the realm of no one.

The height of Handan City is only 4 meters. For these grenadiers who can throw the Skyquake Thunder sixty or seventy meters away, it is really more than enough to throw the Skyquake Thunder onto the city wall.

Shocking thunder exploded one after another, and the city gates and city walls were shrouded in thick smoke. The golden soldiers were caught off guard and panicked, and many of them fled desperately, abandoned the city gates, and fled into the city.

"Take control of the gates and welcome the army into the city!"

In a daze, Dong Xiaohei saw the fierce Song Jun passing by him. Then he was lifted up and thrown to the side of the gate.

Seeing the teams of Song Army knights surging towards the city like a whirlwind, Dong Xiaohei's vision blurred for a while and he fainted.

"Brothers, rush in and kill this dog thief!"

Zhao Yun took the lead, and the Song cavalry behind them rode one by one, shouting and roaring forward.

The knights marched along the street, slashing left and right along the way, the horses were rampant, and the bows and arrows in the back were galloping, and they went straight to the golden soldiers who came in a hurry.

On the west city wall, the soldiers of both sides soon collided together.

The Song army marched in formation, spears like forests, stabbing in and out, the tips of the spears were huo, and blood was splashing. The Jin soldiers on the opposite side rushed in a hurry, and the soldiers and cooperation could not be tacitly compatible, and often could not hold on for a few rounds, and they were stabbed to the ground, retreating step by step, panicking.

"Pass! Pass!"

Several earth-shattering thunderbolts were thrown out, and the earth-shattering explosion sounded, and the golden soldiers on the city wall suffered heavy casualties, and they couldn't hold on any longer, and they retreated one after another, leaving blood and corpses in a place, and the Song army quickly took control of the city wall.

The Song army rushed into the city, the firearms opened the way, and the pikemen advanced like a wall, and they were invincible and made rapid progress. Most of the Jin soldiers encountered by the Song soldiers along the way were not formed and were quickly defeated by them. When they arrived near the county office, countless Han'er foot soldiers poured out.

The spear is like a forest, stabbing in and out, and the two sides come and go, completely with the courage of blood. Both sides had strict military orders, and neither of them would retreat.

There are many Youyan Han'er under Yeluma's five subordinates, and these people follow him to fight in the south and the north, and they are all elite soldiers in a hundred battles. The sergeants on both sides were screaming and screaming, the sound of knives and guns entering the body was terrifying, and there were fierce battles and blood everywhere.

The Song soldiers were well-trained, the generals took the lead, and the bloody warriors of the Han Dynasty suffered heavy casualties, and those behind were discouraged and hesitated to watch. If it weren't for a few Jurchen generals, I'm afraid they would have dispersed in a hurry.

Yelu Ma Wu, the Khitan warrior under the command of the Jurchens, surrounded by a group of iron-clad Jurchen knights, beat his horse out of the camp.

On the street in front, the cavalry of the Song army was stirring, swords and guns were like a forest, and the black pressure was overwhelming, occupying the entire street, and they were coming forward.

"Straight sissy thief! These Song dogs are so arrogant. Come with me, brethren, and destroy these bird thieves!"

"General Yelu, the Song people have occupied the west, south, and north walls of Handan, and are coming to the east city. Our army has suffered heavy casualties, and if we don't withdraw from the East City Gate, I'm afraid it will be more than lucky!"

The golden knight rolled down his saddle and dismounted, and stepped forward to report it, his face full of anxiety, which made Yelu Ma Wu tremble.

"General Yelu, our army has suffered heavy losses, so it is better to retreat to Zhaozhou and join General Yanmu. Don't fall into the trap of Song Dog because of small mistakes. ”

"Burn all the grain, kill all the Song people in the city, and all the Jurchen warriors follow me out of the city and assemble five miles away from the east gate."

Yelu Ma Wu coldly looked at the Han Er, who was still fighting with the Song army at the entrance of the West Street, turned the horse's head, and walked forward.

The Han general hurriedly followed, and hurriedly said: "General, if you don't go out of the city again, our army will fall into the city." The general puts the overall situation first!"

Yeluma snorted coldly, his eyes cold.

"Cheap these Song dogs! If I had known, I would have slaughtered Handan City!"

The Han people were terrified. The old, weak, sick and disabled in Handan City have been killed, and there is not one out of ten who has been killed. As soon as the Song people came, Yelu Ma Wu didn't want to withdraw quickly, and he still thought about the remnants of Tu Guang Handan City, which made people really shudder.

The Jurchen knight followed Yelu Ma five horses forward, looked at the Han'er foot soldiers who were still fighting hard behind him, turned his head and ignored them, and took care of his own horses and moved forward.

"Pass! Pass!"

The explosions of earth-shattering thunder came and went, and when the general looked back, the men who were struggling to support themselves were shrouded in a cloud of gunsmoke, and there were screams and cries everywhere.

The Han people sweated on their foreheads, beat their horses forward, followed closely behind Yelu Ma Wu, and galloped forward quickly.