"How did the Jurchen sons we brought become like this? Before the enemy was destroyed, he was killed and wounded all over the camp, and what kind of strength did he fight. ”

"According to me, if this battle is not fought, when the emperor sent troops, he told the shaman that he had destroyed the Liao State. Now that Da Liao has forgotten, we should go back and enjoy the blessings, and build such a big Liao country, have you ever had a good day? ”

In the Jurchen camp, the voices of retreating soldiers came and went, whether it was a general or an ordinary Moukejia soldier, they all had the idea of retreating north.

The current ambitions of the Jurchens are generally not very big, otherwise in the history of the next generation, they would not have laid down Youyan and sold it to Tong Guan for money.

Although Yunnei is good, it is not necessary, after all, for them, the territory of Daliao is already large enough.

The Wanyan Akuta in the big tent also gave birth to the idea of withdrawing the troops, the biggest purpose of this dispatch has been achieved, and there is no need to exhaust the Jurchen soldiers for Yunnei.

After all, even if you can fight again, in the face of the plague, the end will be the same.

"Send someone to the Song camp to negotiate peace!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the big tent was happy, and no one wanted to die under this terrible plague.

The sun is gradually sinking in the west, and outside the city is tacitly exempt from war for a day, but in Datong City, there are still red-eyed Song Jin soldiers fighting on the streets.

Yao Pingzhong looked at his extremely tired subordinates, sighed and said: "I can't fight anymore, this city has become a dead city, and if it continues to be consumed, our western army will be lost in the hands of Yao Pingzhong." ”

The wound was infected, and his face was pale at this time, lying in a corner, his face was like gold paper.

"There are still a few bones and blood in the breeder, and I can't do it anymore with this kind of brother... If it doesn't work, just hit it. ”

His words spoke everyone's hearts, Datong is a dead city, thousands of people die every day, and what is even more terrifying is that the corpses of these dead people will soon become a new source of plague.

Coupled with the hand-to-hand fighting in the streets for several days, the western army in Datong City has also reached the verge of collapse.

The pressure exerted by the war is fair to both sides, neither side is easy, and these two elite soldiers and horses, who are the best in the world, can not stand the torture of war.

An unprecedented war, because of the plague, temporarily fell into peace.

Outside the Yanmen Pass, Yang Lin and the guards had already arrived. The speed with which the civil commander of the imperial court arrived this time surprised everyone.

Yang Lin's eyes were red and bloodshot, and his shoulders were slightly low.

News of the battle kept coming along the way, and now that he knew the situation at the front, the idea of peace appeared in his mind.

In this era, a large-scale epidemic, it is really a thousand miles away.

Especially on the battlefield, the inability to dispose of corpses makes the situation doubly worse. The Great Song Dynasty also knew that the corpses of some dead soldiers were burned, and the Jin people were directly thrown on the side of the road, surrounded by flies and insects, and exposed to the scorching sun.

Out of Yanmen Pass, Yang Lin went straight to the Qinlong barracks, and the seed master and others greeted him outside.

Seeing a team of smoke and dust rising into the air from a distance, the generals such as Planter Zhong and Yao Gu were all in awe.

The civil officials of the Great Song Dynasty braved the plague to come to the front line... In the past, those civilian officials commanded battles in the city hundreds of miles away, sitting in the government office, surrounded by maids, holding a map, and giving orders in an understatement and laughter.

Anyway, the lives of the martial artists of the Great Song Dynasty are not worth much, and Rao is Wang Anshi changed the law, and the Western Army with stronger autonomy was inevitably instructed by the civil officials sent by the imperial court.

"Where is the old breed?" Far away, Yang Lin pulled his throat and shouted on the horse.

A promise, with some sadness: "Shaozai, the old breed is like him... Nope. ”

After the heavy rain, it was a summer night, and mosquitoes were flying.

Resting in a slightly flatter part of the forest, these mosquitoes are buzzing and flying around, which is really irritating.

In the glade of the forest, the light of the stars and the moon shines from the shade of the trees, shining on the ground like a wave of water. But none of the Jurchen warriors could appreciate this kind of mountain beauty, just sitting or lying on the ground, slapping their faces from time to time to repel mosquitoes. This kind of hot and humid summer weather also made them extremely uncomfortable, and from time to time someone cursed in a low voice in Jurchen.

When the Jurchen sergeant who was on patrol outside returned to the handover, he threw himself heavily on the ground, and after a while, there was a sound of snoring. The Jurchen sergeant who took over got up scoldingly and continued to go out to patrol the sentry.

Suddenly, the fire shook at the foot of the mountain, and several Jurchen riders hurried back, their hoarse voices tearing apart the silence of the night sky.

"The Song people are coming."

When the Jurchen Tartars got up, they saw that the fire in the west was like a tide, the iron horses were crashing, and a large group of men and horses were coming quickly in the night, as if they were like magma gushing northward after a volcanic eruption, roaring eastward with an unstoppable momentum!

Regardless of whether it is war or peace, we must come forward with some negotiating skills, and we must not lose the initiative.

After Yang Lin arrived, he immediately ordered to gather a large army and made a night attack towards the Jurchen camp on the outskirts of Datong.

The sound of horses' hooves in the distance is like thunder, and the mountains and valleys should respond. In the darkness of the night. The flames lit up, illuminating the battlefield.

The battlefield, which had been silent for more than ten days, fell back into fighting, and the Jurchens scolded while getting on their horses. The shouting of killing sounded deafeningly, stirring the mountains and valleys, the mountain wind whistling, and the dark clouds in the night sky overhead.

After holding it for so long, the fear of plague and death was all thrown out at this moment.

Yang Keshi took the lead, everyone covered their mouths with white cloths, regardless of casualties and fatigue, just to fight into the military village, cut down the last dog tartar in front of him to the ground, and then trampled them with iron hooves, trampling them all into flesh.

Then use absolute force to end this battle that has driven people crazy!

Countless spears and horses stirred into the array of Jurchen soldiers who were fighting out of the village. The cavalry dismounted one after another and cut down the fence. In the distance, a crossbow machine was held high, and the short arrows of Mu Yu swept the Jurchen military horses that dared to defend the fence.

The Jurchens reacted quickly, and they also screamed, so long of suppression, it made people almost crazy, since they were dying, why not die on the happy battlefield. Who wants to lie on the ground, limp like a little lady, and be looked at with the eyes of a dead man?

Once they entered the battle, they quickly showed their powerful combat talents, moving like thunder, and bursting out at once, and the indomitable momentum of the Song people was stunned.

The two sides fought together, and the soldiers shouted and killed the sky, as if they were going to open the sky in the clouds. When the soldiers and horses in the city heard the movement, they climbed up to the head of the city under their control and looked out.

The soldiers on both sides are fighting each other, but the coach understands that this is like the other side declaring his strength. Let you see my fists, I can still fight, it's not good for both sides to spend here.

The face in the big tent came out wearing battle armor, and his face was somewhat sad.

A few days ago, one of his sons broke in Datong City, and early this morning, another one died, festering and dying of the plague. The army to attack Liao was so smooth, I didn't expect it to be so unsmooth to fight the Great Song Dynasty. Everyone said that the southerners were weak, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Looking at the huge night attack from afar, the most evil Jurchen emperor of this generation finally sighed: "The southerners should not be underestimated, the Great Song Dynasty is stronger than the Great Liao, and the time for us to go south has not yet come." ”