On the outer tower of the capital, Tart Buye was still resisting the Shengkou army, and these Khitan compatriots consumed more than half of his weapons to defend the city.

Before the new rolling stone sassage was moved, in the Jurchen camp below, the sound of a horn sounded again.

This time, not only was the tart wild, but all the Khitan people were a little desperate, because from the Khitan camp, another piece of black pressure was driven out.

As the capital of the Khitan, Shangjing has always been the second most densely populated place in the Khitan Empire, second only to the land of Youyan snatched from the Central Plains.

The rampant and cruel laughter of the Jurchen Tartars rang out, urging these raw mouths to rush to the bottom of the city full of corpses...

For the first time since the start of the war, Tart Buno closed his eyes in despair and ordered the use of a bed crossbow.

The national name of the Liao people is iron, and they started by striking iron at the beginning.

The smelting level of Da Liao is not inferior to that of the Great Song Dynasty, and even surpasses it in some places.

Whether it is a cluster of arrows or a crossbow arrow, it is a good iron arrowhead, and the armor-piercing shovel beryllium belt barb is specially designed for bloodletting, and all kinds of forms are readily available.

These things were originally prepared for the Jurchen elite soldiers, but now they have to be used on their own people.

The use of such a sharp weapon to slaughter a raw mouth without armor is like cutting a watermelon with a Japanese knife, and when it touches human flesh, it pierces deeply.

There are even some crossbow machines that are too strong, and the crossbow arrows have no tail feathers, and they can open two blood holes in the human body at once, piercing the person to death!

Under the coercion of the whips and knives and arrows of the Jurchen Tartars, the waves of people who slowly surged forward suddenly turned over. The screams rang out only after the people arrived. The numb crowd suddenly stirred, and those who reacted quickly immediately retreated, and those who couldn't escape drilled back into the dozens of rows of cars that were pushed.

The shoddy row of cars could not stop these arrows at all, but were shot and flew around.

Sawdust splashed everywhere, deep into the flesh, and the people hiding behind the row of cars were screaming heartbreakingly. Some people did not die for a while, but they rolled on the snow to fight for their lives, blood gushing out, and a thin layer of snow had long since melted into a bloody mud land.

The front of the Shengkou army was shot by the Khitan defenders screaming and wailing, and the back of the team suddenly sounded a terrible cry.

It turned out that there were a few people who ran away when they turned around and were shot by the Jurchen army horses of the escort team, and their heads were still above the Khitan defenders, and they galloped and shot at the middle of the horse, each arrow or the middle door or heart.

The arrows used by the Jurchens were all made by craftsmen from Bohai, and their thickness and length exceeded those of the Song and Liao military utensils.

Because the Jurchen Tartars have strong arm strength, such a strong bow cannot be used by Song Liao soldiers, and it cannot shoot power.

There is no raw mouth to protect the armor, as long as there is no live mouth in the arrow, the Tartar will kill indiscriminately in the eye sockets, throat and other places, cruelly laughing and shouting, and taking pleasure in slaughtering.

In the same rain of arrows, the twenty or thirty captives who turned around and fled back were swept away almost instantly!

There were a few cavalrymen, galloping behind and shouting in the broken Khitan language, nothing more than the death of those who retreated.

After the bed crossbow and other sharp weapons were laid out, the army of Shengkou suddenly fell down like mowing grass.

But the Khitan soldiers defending the city did not have a trace of joy, but the Jurchens in the back, laughing and shouting, not caring at all.

Just when Tart Buye and his men breathed a sigh of relief, the damned horn sounded again...

The Khitan defenders, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, sounded as if the sound of magic was ringing in their ears, and a sense of despair permeated the city tower.

This time, twice as many slaves were driven out of the barracks by the Jurchens and carried out a suicidal siege of the city.

Ma Kuo, who was watching the battle from a distance, was also completely dumbfounded, he and Yuwen Xuzhong glanced at each other, and they both saw the look in each other's eyes.

Even if it is difficult and dangerous, these Jurchen Tartars who exterminate humanity cannot be allowed to go south to the Central Plains...

At this time, Gao Shanshan had already rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion with Qin Hui, Xiao Fengxian was a good hand in internal fighting, but he was a mallet in governing the country and the army.

At present, he was busy packing up his belongings, and used the prepared soldiers to defend the city, and carried him overnight.

Countless boxes were kept in carriages and transported out of the capital, and after the subordinates of the Prime Minister's Mansion came in, they bowed their heads and said: "Xiangguo, Song envoys Gao Handle and Qin Hui ask to see." ”

Xiao Fengxian's eyes lit up, straightened his clothes, and said, "Please." ”

Da Liao has reached this point, everyone knows that it is a matter of time before it falls, and now Xiao Fengxian has begun to plan a way back for himself.

Only the best choice of the Great Song Dynasty, where the wealth is like paradise, especially the elegance of Bianjing, which is even more unforgettable.

Xiao Fengxian was a Liao envoy when he was a teenager, and he went to Bianliang once, and in his opinion, it was a fairyland on earth.

The national strength of the Khitan is not weaker than that of the Song Dynasty, but the five Khitan capitals combined, in front of Bianliang, are as ugly as a village.

After Gao Shanshan came in, he did not despise the current situation of the Khitan at all, and respectfully visited Xiangguo with Qin Hui.

Xiao Fengxian smiled bitterly: "I never thought that our efforts would still make the Jurchen Tartars develop momentum, and now the state affairs are critical, I don't know what the plans of the Song envoys are?" ”

Gao Shan's expression was upright, and he said solemnly: "The Great Liao and the Great Song Dynasty are fraternal states, and they have been good neighbors and friendly for a hundred years.

We were ordered to come to Da Liao, so naturally we wanted to represent the Great Song Dynasty and block the Jurchens for His Majesty the Lord of Liao.

If you really can't resist, you should also protect the safety of Lord Liao, and the two of us are here just to let Xiangguo put Your Majesty's safety first and take Your Majesty out of Beijing in time. ”

"Leaving Shangjing?" Xiao Fengxian was a little stunned, this is the capital of the Khitan.

"That's right, when you leave Shangjing, the so-called stay in the green mountains, and you are not afraid of running out of firewood. As long as His Majesty does not die, there are more than 100,000 soldiers and horses in the Khitan Kingdom, and as soon as King Qin's army arrives, he will definitely be able to wave his army to the east and wipe out the Tartars.

But if something unfortunately happens to Your Majesty, the Khitan will soon be in a mess, fighting on their own, and the civil strife will not stop, and the Jurchens can take advantage of the situation to break them one by one, and no one will be able to save the Khitan at that time. ”

When Xiao Fengxian heard this, he was very happy, such a good reason to escape, I didn't expect it in a hurry, and sure enough, when it comes to escaping, the Song people are good at it. The point is that the escape is so tragic, as if it is a battle to the death, which is really a bit of a way.

He stepped forward and held the shoulders of the high handle, and said emotionally: "The Han people have a saying, called the strong wind knows the strong grass, now I know who is the friend of Da Liao, you can rest assured, I will take you into the palace to persuade His Majesty to leave Beijing." ”

"It's a temporary departure from Beijing." The wilting Qin Hui kindly reminded on the side.

Xiao Fengxian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, it is a temporary departure from Beijing, and we will come back sooner or later." ”

"Sangkook, please!"

"Song Envoy, please!"