In the first battle of Yunnei, I don't know how many elite soldiers and fierce generals were concentrated in the world.

Either side, taken out alone, can be placed in the rest of the world today.

In this small place in the clouds, countless elite soldiers will collide and fight each other repeatedly, you come and go, killing the sky in the dark.

The one who destroys the balance is still a middle traitor, a small person.

is about the end of the hero, and it always has to be folded in the hands of such pickled villains, so as to put a strong end to the sad life.

At the head of Yunzhou City, Yelu Dashi Station is still straight, but there is an unsolvable ravine in the center of the eyebrows.

Xiao Yixue's arm didn't know when, one was broken, and a bandage caught in a wooden board was hanging from his neck, looking at the king in front of him, he choked up a little and said: "Your Majesty, Yeluxian of Yingzhou Mansion is dead, Guo Yaoshi will lead the eight battalions of the resentment army and the Khitan army, and the Jurchen guards in the city will be Wanyan Zongwang." ”

"Jeluxian... Hurt us. Yelu Dashi let out a rare sigh, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and continued to arrange defenses and arrange troops.

The drastic changes in Yingzhou don't seem to have had any impact on him, and he is still the wise and brave Khitan lord.

Only the personal guards beside him knew that His Majesty had not slept with his eyes closed for three days.

Soon, the Jurchen Tartars under the city once again launched an attack on Yunzhou City.

The siege lasted until the night, and the Liao army generals breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to rest.

But the Jurchen Tartars under the city did not retreat as usual, the night was already shrouded in the battle array, countless burning torches were stacked on the battlefield, and the fire was swaying, reflecting the Datong Xiongcheng behind them.

When Datong City was built, the resources of the north at that time were exhausted, and later it was reinforced many times, so it can be said that it is a northern city.

In the fifth generation, Li Keyong and Khitan Yelu Abaoji met in the east city of Yunzhou, Yi Pao Ma was a brother, and was renamed Huairen County because of the righteousness of "thinking of benevolence". Later, Shi Jingjiao ceded the sixteen states of Youyun to the Khitan, and Wu Luan, the judge of the lawsuit, "closed the door and was not subject to the Khitan order", repaired the equipment, guarded the city day and night, and persisted for half a year.

Since then, this city, the northern key, has never returned to the hands of the Han people.

The shouts of the Jurchen Tartars echoed in this night, and the impact on the Datong city wall splashed in all directions, adding ten times the murderous aura to this night.

The Jurchen military horses kept moving back and forth in the night, urging groups of servant troops and vassal soldiers and horses to fill up, and the wounded and dead soldiers were also carried down like water. In the battle to destroy Liao, nearly 600,000 Khitan soldiers and horses surrendered and became the Jurchen servant army.

Dozens of stone cannons, because of the high frequency of firing, have fallen apart a small half, and no one has to clean up, just desperately firing the remaining stone cannons.

In the night, although there is firelight, but the stone cannon is no longer accurate, and when it is thrown, I don't know how much it is smashed on the head of the city, or how much it is smashed on the head of its own vassal Khitan soldiers.

Anyway, the people who were stoned to death were all Khitans, all Liao dogs, and the Jurchen Tartars were not distressed at all.

Yao Pingzhong commanded his subordinates to pour down the hot gold juice burned on the city tower, and suddenly there was a miserable scream, and the unpleasant smell was mixed together, choking people's tears.

The arrows and crossbow arrows on both sides are densely intertwined in the night, as if there is no end to it.

I don't know when this battle in the clouds has gradually gotten out of control.

The armies involved in it all seem to have lost their minds, and it is a common occurrence to fight to the death and not retreat. Now it has developed to the point where even the night cannot stop the war.

You must know that fighting at night has always been the most tragic death match, and the formation is completely uncontrollable, it is nothing more than fighting for human life with human life. The number of casualties among the soldiers on both sides of Jinliao soared rapidly, and no one could know how many people had fallen in this night's desperate melee.

The advantages of the Song people in defending the city were fully revealed, and the Khitan soldiers were soon stunned to find that all the things in their hands had become a powerful weapon for defending the city.

The Song army skillfully dodged the stone cannons on the towers, threw everything that could be thrown down the city, and poured hot water into the gap. The hot water seeped into the cracks of the golden soldiers' heavy armor, and with the screams of these dead soldiers, rising white gas rose from the cracks in the armor leaves, roasting them alive in the iron can.

Jerod stood on the city wall, and dozens of drums around him beat deafeningly. One by one, the generals of the Liao army were robbed covered in blood, and many generals of the Liao army swallowed their last breath in front of him.

Yelu Dashi didn't look at these casualties, but just stared at the battlefield, which was already filled with some Jurchen soldiers and horses.

The Song army on the city wall next door didn't know what was spilled, just a little bit. In the pile of dead people under the city, a fire was lit up, and the smell of roasting was emitted.

The firelight illuminated the entire battlefield as bright as day, and Yelu Dashi looked at it at a glance and found that the Song people defended the city with many rules.

They can throw rolling stones from a position where they dodge, but they never look up. On the Khitan side, many soldiers lifted stones and were nailed to death by the Jurchens as soon as they came to the city wall.

The Song people cooperate tacitly and throw a piece of sassal wood, which requires the joint efforts of three or five people, which is efficient and fast.

The Khitan soldiers and horses had to run or carry or carry by themselves, and the city wall was already crowded, and this time they stumbled and pushed each other.

Although the Han people are slightly inferior in field warfare, they are definitely good at attacking and defending cities.

In this world, there is no place like the land of the Han people, which is full of cities.

Even these cities in Yunnei were built by the Han people, and they were originally used to resist the invasion of foreign races in the northern grasslands.

While Yelu Dashi was staring at the battlefield, Yao Pingzhong walked over from the city under the escort of several personal soldiers raising shields.

"Your Majesty, the Jin people are desperate, and we have to make contingencies."

Yelu Dashi picked up a stone, sat down and asked, "Then let's change the guard, remove some of the soldiers, and replace and repair them back and forth." ”

Yao Pingzhong nodded, and Yelu Dashi continued: "The Liao people are not good at guarding the city, so we just mix together, and we can learn while fighting." ”

Yao Pingzhong did not doubt it, and agreed, the Jurchens were very abnormal and desperately attacked the city, perhaps because they felt that the matter of Yingzhou made the Khitan army feel low, and it was an opportunity for them to take advantage of. The Jurchens don't want to spend time in this purgatory in the clouds, they want to fight quickly.

This battle has reached a white-hot stage, and it only takes a small opportunity to distinguish the winners and losers.

Looking at the tragic image under the city, Yao Pingzhong silently thought in his heart, how many more people will die here...