The ancient city of Daru is named after the ancient department of Daru, not really an ancient city.

In fact, this place is a hill, a very flat and wide mountain.

The so-called city here is some fences, and the top of the hill is really easy to defend and difficult to attack.

This is the last pass outside the Huanglong Mansion, if this place is lost, the Huanglong Mansion will be exposed to the Song army.

After the Huanglong Mansion, there is the Wanyan Ministry, which is now the lair of these Jurchen Tartars who have killed the north like a river of blood. In later generations, a city was built in this place called Harbin.

These small tribes, which add up to just over 200,000 people, have already killed more than ten times their own people, causing half of the continent to be thousands of miles away.

I don't know how many people have died because their homes have been destroyed, their wives have been separated, and how many lives have died and suffered inhuman suffering.

When you hit this place, you can see that the cultural differences are getting bigger and bigger, and this place continues to the north, there are no city walls...

The Jurchens, who only have tens of thousands of people left, are no longer able to resist the menacing Song army, and what is even more desperate is that behind them, Song Jiang is ambushing the Murowei tribes.

What they are facing immediately is the situation of being attacked by the enemy on their backs, and those Jurchen Bohai people in the East China Sea may not accompany them to fight the last battle.

Enemies on all sides, the end of the road...

As strong as Wanyan Aguta, he sat on the chair weakly, the tiger skin behind his back was covered very warmly, but Aguda felt that his hands and feet were cold.

Even if he was punished by Emperor Yelu Yanxi of Liao and hung on a tree for three whole days, he was never so embarrassed as he is now.

The shouts and killings outside resounded in the sky, but he no longer had the strength or spirit to lead the Jurchen Erlang to continue fighting.

The Song army in front of him is like a mountain, and the power of the Jurchen cannot be shaken for the time being.

It keeps pressing on you, and behind it is the Yellow Dragon Mansion, but Ah Guta is not ready to flee to the Yellow Dragon Mansion.

The ancient city of Daru is the starting point of the rise of the Jurchens, let's end here, he stood up and said in a loud voice: "Jurchen son, follow me to fight one last time." ”

Wanyan Lou Room was the first to respond, put on a helmet, put his arms on his chest, and said, "Lou Room is willing to act as a pioneer for Emperor Dajin!" ”

Wanyan Zonggan and Wanyan Zongxiong also came out one after another, willing to be pioneers.

Ah Guda's eyes swept over the faces of these people, and he really couldn't figure out why he had such a fierce general, who could easily overthrow Daliao, but he was helpless against the enemy army in front of him.

The Han people do not mess with themselves, and no one can mess with the Han... How can Wanyan Aguta understand the strength of the southern barbarians in their mouths.

A team of the most elite Mouke, escorted several generals led by them, and the Jurchens were shocked to find that it was their emperor's banner that was riding a tall horse and charging ahead.

In an instant, the last golden soldiers of the entire Daru Ancient City boiled, and the blood they were all over seemed to be burning.

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In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the fourth year of Xuanhe, Han Shizhong, the generalissimo of Hebei Youyan soldiers and horses, Zong Ze, the governor of the Northern Province, and Yao Pingzhong, the governor of Qin Longyunnei, led the army to break the Jurchen in the ancient city of Dalu.

No one surrendered in this battle, and the Jurchen elite perished, and disappeared in the long river of history.

The north wind swept the ground and the grass folded, and the snow flew in August.

The snowflakes picked up by the wind slowly fell, and the first snow after autumn fell on the battlefield.

Slowly, the shoulders of the soldiers who cleaned up the battlefield also turned white.

A pawn stretched out his hand and watched the snowflakes fall into the palm of his hand, his eyes a little sluggish.

"It's snowing... It's only been the Mid-Autumn Festival, is this the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"You yellow-haired boy, just like the nestlings in that nest, what knowledge do you have? The further north you go, the earlier the snow falls, and I heard that in the far north, it is freezing and snowy all year round. ”

Xiao Bing sighed, his expression was a little gloomy, and asked, "Brother Wu, is our battle over?" ”

"It's over! Haha, this time it's completely over, the bounty must be a lot, and when you return to your hometown, I'll take you to the hook bar to have a good time, and then let your mother find you a daughter-in-law. ”

The military man surnamed Wu was full of energy when he said this. I think it is a hundred times more comfortable than the taste of flesh colliding with ecstasy and destroying bones.

The little soldier didn't know the meaning of the hook bar, he shook his arm, only to find that one of them could no longer be lifted.

"It's good when it's over, it's good when it's done... My father is still waiting for me to go back and harvest the grain. ”

Before the snow fell, the order to end the war seemed to be completed by coincidence, making everything more complete.

After Yang Lin received the news, he only let out a long sigh, this vicious battle has been fighting his mother for seven or eight years.

After ten years of planning, he finally got good results, and the feeling of relief made Yang Lin know that he had been overwhelmed by this matter.

Running around the larger and larger territory, the original intention was just to not repeat the Jingkang catastrophe.

"Zeguo entered the war map, and the people were happy to be happy. Relying on the words of the king to seal the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. Yang Lin chanted loudly, and then ordered, reward the three armies, compensate the soldiers who died in battle, rest the army in situ, slaughter sheep and cattle, and not ban alcohol in the camp to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Song Jiang had already cleaned up the corners and corners of the entire Great Liao, and rushed to Shenyang Mansion at this time.

The battle was lonely, and everyone waited for Yang Lin's instructions, whether to continue to ambush the scattered tribes or retreat north.

In the lobby of the government office built in Shenyang, the lights are bright, and although the dark clouds outside cover the full moon firmly, it can't stop the cheerful atmosphere in the hall.

The hollow-shaped tables were arranged, with more than a dozen generals on the left, seven or eight civil officials on the right, and Yang Lin sitting alone at the top. In addition to several generals of the Great Song Dynasty, some Goryeo generals also squeezed in.

Everyone was smiling, toasting and shouting to each other, boasting of their exploits in this battle.

Yang Lin patted the table, got up and said: "Everyone, if you succeed in a hundred battles, you will destroy the Beiyu, this first cup of wine, we will pay tribute to the dead brothers together." ”

After speaking, he spilled the wine on the ground, the mouth of the glass turned downward, and raised it to the sky.

All the soldiers did the same, and Yang Lin continued: "The second cup, respect all of you who are still alive, sleep on your pillow, add up the swords and soldiers, after this battle, we will no longer have an opponent, and we will no longer have to lick the blood with a knife." ”

Everyone in the hall, including Goryeo Shosa, was proud.

Yang Lin chuckled lightly and said, "This third cup, respect me... I, Yang Lin, am really qualified to toast myself! ”

After completing this major event, Yang Lin asked himself to be worthy of the sky, worthy of the earth, and come here to live up to this life.

All the people in the hall stood up and toasted him.

"Alright, let's go ahead and drink."

Song Jiang next to him could see that Yang Lin was not very happy, so he lowered his head and asked, "Shaozai, but what's on your mind?" ”

Yang Lin did feel a little stunned, and he didn't know why, maybe there were too many people dead. This is in exchange for the lives of countless soldiers in peacetime, and the sky in the north has begun to snow, but they have long since lost their warmth and cold.

But at this time, it is natural that you can't confide in your heart, so as not to affect everyone's celebration because of your own emotions.

The soldiers at the border pass have not been easy these years, especially the troops of Han Shizhong who guarded the Great Wall and the Western Army who guarded Yunnei.

There are wars fought almost every day, and after this battle, there will never be such a fierce battle again.

Solved the Jurchen enemy, the Mongolian steppe was once again "jihad" by himself, if there is an opponent, it may be that the Daliao in the west is still a little threatened, but he Yelu Dashi is smart enough, he should not be bored.

Yang Lin deliberately said: "Such an achievement, but I have to say it myself, but unfortunately there is no Gao Yanei here, and I sing and drink in harmony, and most of my interest is missing!" ”

Song Jiang's face turned dark, he turned his head, and thought that you were sad for the dead soldiers, but it turned out that no one was to cheer you on...