In the Dading Mansion, in the crackling hall of the fire pond, Wanyan Lou and his Jurchen guards were sitting around eating.

The Jurchen hunters who have just risen have not yet developed a taste that does not get tired of eating. One by one, they grinned and devoured these bloody foods.

There was an unpleasant chewing sound in the hall, coupled with the fishy smell of half-cooked food, and the stench on the bodies of these Jurchen hunters who hardly knew how to take a bath, and those who could eat were all ruthless.

For more than a year in Huining Mansion, the food and wine were good, and the servants served and consumed a lot of sharp and fierce spirit.

Now that the war is tight, it seems that they are all back. There was a sound of heavy footsteps, and a stout Jurchen general strode in, and it was one of Zong Han's descendants who had pulled out of the speed.

"Lou Room, we have already assembled, just waiting for your order."

Lou Mu nodded and beckoned, "Sit down and eat!" ”

He was not polite to him, and one of the guards gave way to his position, and he sat down and grabbed a piece of meat and ate it.

Lou Mu's eyes were cold, and he said: "This time, the emperor gave an order not to entangle with the Song Manzi anymore, and all our Jurchen sons and daughters will sacrifice their lives to fight for the old patriarch again." ”

The Tartars present were all excited, for them, the situation in the past few years was like a big dream in the Spring and Autumn Period.

first from the bitter cold land, laid down a large territory, and then enjoyed it in the rich nest of the Liao people.

Immediately, the nobles quarreled with each other and clamored to go south to attack the Song Dynasty, but they were defeated three times.

The biggest impact on everyone was the last time, when Zong Han crossed the Great Wall, and died at the hands of refugees.

Zong Han died, and they became Moke without a backer, and when the time came, they would only have to fight hard, and they would have little spoils, so they could only stare dryly.

Fortunately, the old patriarch gave this position to Lou Room, who doesn't say that His Majesty the Emperor is wise?

Is Lou Mur qualified to inherit Zong Han's power, he is too qualified, and Zong Han's subordinates in the past were also glad that Zong Han's son was born less, and he died in Longshan.

Otherwise, the waste of Sheyema inherited the mantle of Zong Han, and his own people would have been completely reduced to bitterness haha.

Lou Room clapped his hands, stood up, and said, "Pull out the speed, you continue to eat, and I will go on an inspection." ”

"Don't eat it, let's go together."

Lou Mu pressed his shoulder and said, "If the war is unfavorable, it is very likely to be the last meal, and it is good to fight when you are full." ”

In this case, if other generals say it, their subordinates must be very miserable.

But the Jurchens were all very excited, as if they had smelled blood, and they were just fighting, and there was really nothing to be afraid of.

Lou Room walked out of the hall, and the air in Dading Mansion was already a little cool.

Seeing that autumn was about to begin, I looked up and saw a few clouds floating high in the sky, very tall and far.

Lou Mu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to imagine the next battle in his mind.

Ah Guta has transferred Wanyan Zongpan to Fufu, Wanyan Zongwang is in Yongba, and Wanyan Zongjun is in Lizhou.

At this time, there is a decisive battle, and Lou Mu agrees in his heart, after all, it will be too unfavorable for Nuzhen to drag it out any longer.

But for the outcome of the war, Lou Room is not optimistic, this time it is a hundred times more difficult to fight than overthrowing Daliao.

The Song army on the opposite side has no flaws at all, they may lose, but they can immediately gather more troops, have more armor, and build stronger city fortresses.

And the Jurchens... If you lose this game, you will be completely beaten back to its original shape, and it will be difficult to turn over.

For the first time, Lou Mu began to seriously recall the policies of Yang Pu, the national teacher of the DPRK and the Bohai people.

Maybe he's right... It may really be more than the combat power of generals and soldiers that determines the outcome of a war...

Maybe listen to the national teacher, don't be in a hurry to fight with a few nobles in the Dajin Kingdom, and if you have been living and living for more than ten years, you can also have the confidence of the Great Song Dynasty.

In a fortress at the foot of Ma Yu Mountain, Yao Pingzhong held on to the fence, his face was a little strange.

He set up the commander's tent in this fortress to take the lead and show his determination to take the lead, so as to boost morale.

A fortress like this is just a small military fort that plays the role of arch defense, and the area is very limited, and it is enough to use a garrison of 100 people to garrison and fight in it, and as for counterattacking, it is a matter of the reserve in the main city.

More than 100 soldiers are a little tight in this kind of small military fort, not to mention that at least half of the place is used to store grain and grass and guard the imperial ordnance.

The barracks were made of stone and wood, and were topped by a thick thatched roof. The walls and roof were coated with thick mud, which was prevented from the attacking enemy from throwing rockets in.

Yao Pingzhong twisted his eyebrows and thought deeply, the Jurchen Tartars on the other side had not been here these days.

In the past seven days, there have been no Tartars to attack them, which is very unusual.

In the past, there had been three or four fights, but the past seven days have been as quiet as a truce.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Yao Pingzhong thought in his heart, eighty percent of the Tartars are going to have a fierce attack.

Fortunately, on this line of defense, the various fortresses took care of each other, and each other was a horn, so as not to be attacked by the Tartars.

In fact, the Song army has been on the defensive, guarding and guarding, and the line of defense has reached the Great Wall from Hebei; from the Great Wall to the Baiyu River; Now it is directly advanced to the Zhongjing Dading Mansion.

A few days ago, the teacher summoned the commanders of the various armies and gave a lecture at Ma Yu Mountain, saying that he wanted to unify his thinking. Although none of the people present did not quite understand what it meant to unify their thoughts, after the meeting ended, they all understood the meaning of the teacher.

He specifically talked about this problem, in the final analysis, the background of the Great Song Dynasty is deeper than that of the Jurchens, and he has to use his own money, food, soldiers and materials to consume the Tartars alive. Of course, there is an opportunity to succeed in the battle, and you can't miss it.

Yao Pingzhong and the generals of the Western Army deeply believe this, including Han Shizhong, who was born in the Western Army, and they also know the power of this tactic.

Once they were in the northwest, using this tactic, they killed the century-old enemy Western Xia.

That's a blunt knife killing, making you a little uncomfortable, but there's nothing you can do.

Yao Pingzhong had already arranged his troops and horses, waiting to meet the Jurchen's strong attack, and he also came to the wall to watch as usual today.

Just as he was about to leave, there was a sound of horns in the distance, followed by wolf smoke rising into the sky.

The sentinel warned, Yao Pingzhong and his soldiers only needed to raise their eyes to know the number of enemies.

Six pillars of smoke, soaring into the sky, seem to connect heaven and earth.

"Thief bird, this time there are 60,000 Tartars!" Yang Keshi spat out, picked up the blade at hand, and said, "Good come!" ”

With an enemy attack of this level, the battalions on the top of the mountain must have also moved, and sure enough, after a while, countless soldiers slowly poured out of the large camp on the top of the mountain.

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