In mid-August of the second year of longevity, Su Renshi, the general manager of the marching army, led the main force of the Chinese army of more than 60,000 people to storm the Khitan camp besieging Zhuozhou.

The Khitan soldiers and horses, known as the 50,000 army, hurriedly met the battle, most of its soldiers and horses were old and weak, and the number was less than 20,000, the camp was full of camouflaged dummies, and they were defeated at the touch of a touch, and in less than two hours after the battle, they retreated in the direction of Yingzhou Youzhou.

The war stopped, and Su Renshi took advantage of the aftermath of the great victory, gathered the generals in Fanyang County, transferred troops, and prepared for a counterattack on the Khitan.

"Youzhou assassin Shi martyrdom, with Ma Renjie and other former army generals to the northeast, to recover the lost land in Youzhou, to comfort the Li people, Zhang Du is responsible for guarding the land, now the siege of Zhuozhou has been lifted, the general manager of this division will divide your soldiers and horses 15,000 people, and recover Danzhou" Su Renshi no longer had the helpless appearance of staying in the northern capital, and he was imposing, and he gave orders directly, "Do you have any objections?" ”

"The lower officials have no objections, recover Danzhou as soon as possible, I will be less guilty of one day, thank you to the general manager" Zhang Jiujie was grateful.

"Hehe, it's all up to the general manager to arrange" Ma Renjie held down Zong Huaichang, who was jumping violently, and didn't smile, "It's just that our army is weak, and it is already difficult to recover Youzhou, I'm afraid I can't divide the troops to Governor Zhang."

"You don't have to divide your troops" Su Renshi snorted, glanced at Zong Huaichang, and ignored it, "It's just that the cavalry of the former army, all of them should be left behind, handed over to General Zhang Xuanyu, and the pursuit of the Khitan Xiaoxiao, the general manager of this university wants to smash his nest in Liucheng and Liaodong City, slaughter its city, re-establish Tianwei for His Majesty, and avenge the people of my Great Zhou, Chief Ma, but there is anything to say?" ”

Such a heavy two big hats were pressed down, not to mention the Ma Ren Festival, even the unscrupulous Zong Huaichang just gritted his teeth and didn't dare to say anything.

Su Renshi leisurely picked up the teacup, deliberately waited for a long time, saw that they did not dare to attack, and sighed a little disappointed, turned his face to Song Jing and smiled, "Song Shilang built a road connecting Zhuozhou and Yunzhou, in order to tie up the Turks, but unexpectedly it was the Khitan that gave rise to the war, and when the general manager of this country calmed down the trouble, it was necessary to ask Song Shilang to go out of the mountain again and build a road connecting Yingzhou and Zhuozhou.

"Don't dare to be" Song Jing didn't appreciate his style of speaking loudly, and responded simply, "Xiaguan is at the right time, the errand has been completed, and now relying on the general manager Huwei, the Khitan is invincible, and Xiaguan is about to leave for Beijing in a few days"

"It's okay" Su Renshi responded lightly, he should have known that most of the people and horses in Quance were like this, it was difficult to get close, but he couldn't hate it, and then looked at the solemnity next to him, and he didn't have the meaning of enthusiasm, "Zheng Dudu guarded Zhuozhou, and he didn't lose it for months, and he had great merits, and now there are a lot of stubborn remnants of Khitan in Zhuozhou, so he asked Zheng Dudu to clean it up, and when he joined the rear army Li Duozuo, Yehuli and other departments, he will listen to our army's order to attack and eliminate the traitors in one fell swoop."

"The last general obeyed the order" solemnly got up and beat his chest, and made a decent military salute, no matter what strange the battle was, the general manager of Su in front of him was the one who relieved the siege of Zhuozhou after all.

Su Renshi was quite surprised, and immediately understood, nodded with a smile, "Where is the back of the general manager of this university, entrusted with Zheng Dudu, Quan Langjun is a blessed general, the governor and him are not rebellious, I hope that Quan Langjun's martial arts will be well-won, and help me and the two of us to achieve special honors."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Ma Renjie and others almost erupted with fire.

solemnly showed a sincere smile, but did not say a word.

"Hahaha" Su Renshi looked up to the sky and laughed, although he was born as a military general, he rarely paid attention to the matter of military equipment, but spent a lot of effort on the court battle, and won the trust of Doulu Qinwang, and the solemn appearance in front of him was impartial, not causing trouble and not afraid of things, which was too similar to the power and strategy in the court, which made people laugh.

After "Zhang Xuanyu" laughed, Su Renshi shouted, "I order you to lead 30,000 cavalry from the front army and the Chinese army, and the general manager of this university will personally lead 30,000 elite infantry soldiers, and immediately set out for the battle."

"Yes" Zhang Xuanyu suddenly received the order, puffed out his high bulging chest muscles, and the armor pieces on Mingguang's armor trembled.

"Congratulations to the Grand Administrator on a victorious start," everyone bowed down.

"Everyone, listen to me, hahaha" Su Renshi strode out of the meeting hall, laughter dry clouds, shaking the roof tiles.

In the pine desert area, the wilderness is low, and there are countless deep mountains and old forests, which is also the source of confidence that the Khitan people who were born and grew up in Si will never be able to exterminate the species.

However, what the Khitan warriors are doing now goes against the proud inheritance of their ancestors.

They were driving out the great crowds of their kindred who dwelt in the mountains and forests, and threw them into the vast meadows, and into conspicuous roads, and gave them weapons and thin horses.

Not only did these old Khitans suffer, but even the Khitans who lived in tribes were not spared, but among these people, women who could give birth, young men and women who were growing up were closely protected and transferred, and the old, sick and weak, both men and women, all left their homes, they did not deserve to be in short supply, only a small amount of food to eat, wandering around the avenues and mountain passes, waiting for an unknown fate.

"Fu Song, the stockade in front, you will lead the team to execute" A middle-aged centurion, riding a red horse, stared blankly at a village at the foot of the mountain, and after a long time, poured down a sip of strong wine, splashed water stains on his fluffy beard, and held the whip hand, pointed down from afar, and ordered his men to drive out the old, weak, sick and crippled inside.

"Centurion, the head of the Duhuo tribe deceives people too much, you ......" The captain called Fu Song's eyes were red, his centurion was the same as him, he was also from Fubu, with the same tribal surname, stubborn and hard-hearted, the clansmen called him Iron Stone, Fubu is also one of the elite tribes under the seat of the chief Li Quanzhong, but the strength is the weakest, can't go up, can't come down, the status is embarrassing, it doesn't hurt in peacetime, intrigue is just prey in the mountains and forests, the war together, the pressure on Fubu has increased sharply, people die the most, and the official promotion is the slowest, otherwise, The centurion will not be just a centurion, under the roof of the lone living department, suffering from all the sucks.

"Fusong, everything is for victory, there, there is my old and sick father, do you want me to personally go and pull him out and throw him on the road?" Fu Tieshi's face was as cold and hard as iron, like an emotionless machine.

"No, no, I'll ......" Fu Song wiped the tears from his face with his dirty sleeves, turned his head, shouted his crotch and spurred his war horse, and rushed down the mountain with his warriors.

Fu Tieshi stood alone on the top of the mountain, looking at the familiar scene below, the adults cried, the children screamed, the heavily armed warriors whipped with whips, Fu Song dragged a gray-haired old man out of the house, looked in his direction, drew his waist knife, raised the knife in his hand, cut off the white head, and the blood gushed wildly.

Fu Tieshi witnessed the whole process, bowed on his horse, bowed to Fu Song, and then closed his eyes, wanting to pray to the wolf god, but he quickly opened his eyes, praying for something, his eyes crossed the reckless mountains and forests, and looked to the south.

Fu Song did not see his etiquette, he was already very experienced, and he gave orders in an orderly manner, sending away those who should be sent away, dragging out those who should be dragged out, and then, throwing out a torch, burned the whole stockade to ashes.

After riding around the stockade to make sure that nothing was missing, Fu Song brought people back to restore his life.

"Well done" Fu Tieshi patted Fu Song on the shoulder, "Let's go, there are still five stockades today"

The hooves are as fast as the wind, and there are insoluble questions about the iron stones.

"Fu Song, you say, do the people of the Central Plains do the same, even if it is for victory?"

"Fu Song, I heard that there is a person from the Central Plains who only buys your skins, will he still come?"

(End of chapter)