Xiao Fengxian, the privy envoy of the Northern Yuan, lost the Jurchen tribe, and the news of the defeat was transmitted back to Nanjing again and again, and the dissatisfaction of the Khitan people in various tribes was also spreading and fermenting rapidly. At the end of September, Xiao Fengxian was actually besieged by the Jurchens in Huanglong Mansion, and all the Khitan departments in Nanjing Province were cursed. The Great Khitan, which subdued the fifty-nine vassal states of the north, was defeated by the Jurchen tribe in succession. Whether it was the head of the tribe or the ordinary Khitan people, when they mentioned Emperor Yelu Yanxi and Xiao Fengxian, they all shook their heads and sighed. In order to relieve the siege of Huanglongfu, Yelu Yanxi prepared to drive a personal expedition, and the imperial court would send elites from Nanjing Road to aid the north. After the military letter asking each tribe to elect Ding to join the conquest was sent, there was an uproar in each tribe.

The Khitans of the tribe from all directions were constantly riding into the city, and the sound of dense hooves was one after another. Zhang Hulu's children, who opened a soy sauce shop in Nancheng, opened their eyes wide and hid in the arms of their mother, Lu. "Good boy, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Lu Shi stroked the child's cheek with one hand, and comforted softly, but her own eyes were looking out in fear. There are too many Khitan people who came into the city to make trouble today, although Zhang Hulu is a lively character, he doesn't dare to go on the street, he turned around and said to his wife: "There are not 30,000, there are 278,000," he said with an uncertain tone, "The Chinese people are fighting themselves, just passing by the southern city." Lu closed his eyes and muttered, "Amitabha, Maitreya Buddha blesses." Although the Khitans were making trouble in the northern city, the Han people in the southern city were all closed, and they could only look out through the cracks in the windows with frightened eyes. Since the Han clan was exterminated in a rebellion, the Liao Dynasty stipulated that every five households in the Han Dynasty should share a kitchen knife, and if it really happened, ordinary people didn't even have the slightest power to protect themselves.

At the door of Yelu Dashi's mansion in Nanjing, three or five personal soldiers stood next to the stone lion, looking at the crowd outside with their scimitars in their hands, but their faces were full of excitement. For more than ten days, every day there were Khitan tribal leaders and nobles who came to visit Yelu Dashi. Today, the sky is not clear, and a large number of Khitan people from various tribes wearing leather jackets have gathered in the dark. A few days ago, it has been rumored that the only way to save the declining trend of the Khitan tribe is to depose Yelu Yanxi, the faint monarch, and support the heroic Dashi of the Khitan people as the emperor. While these people were shouting loudly to see the left-behind adults, they were talking about the defeat of Liaodong.

"I heard that the Jurchens' artillery is very powerful, and every time it is bombarded, it can break bricks and stones." Brother Cha of the Wugu Department said worriedly, "It was just requisitioned once at the beginning of the year, could it be that all the warriors of our clan who had gone north earlier had been buried by Xiao Fengxian's rice bucket." Suo Dong of the Enemy Martyrs Department glared and scolded: "Instead of going to Huanglong Mansion to die, it is better to simply reverse the calculation with the Dashi nobles." ”

The people of the Sheter and Sarigar tribes followed and shouted, "Yes. "Only Shangjing is blessed. Those who were sent to death remembered the Khitans of the Eight Divisions. "The faint monarch is actually not worried about the adults left behind, and deliberately sent the real Khitan heroes to the Jurchen people's knife." "Really?" "It's true!" "These rotten hearts!" There are more and more Khitans gathered outside the Nanjing Guard's house, almost tens of thousands, these Khitans are equipped with scimitars, at this time the crowd is excited, from time to time to draw out, the touch is clanging, the officials who patrol the city do not dare to talk to these people at all.

Outside the mansion of Xiao Xiaode, the privy envoy of the Southern Yuan, it was a different scene, about 2,000 Khitan cavalry had already surrounded the mansion, and the dense sound of iron hooves was chaotic one after another. Behind the courtyard wall, except for a few pro-soldiers who were still calm, most of the hastily armed family members turned a little pale. Xiao Xiaode's subordinate Xiao Gusa stood on the wall of the courtyard and shouted loudly: "You dare to besiege the privy envoy of the Southern Yuan, do you want to rebel?" Before he could finish speaking, a powerful arrow grazed his head. Ah Xiaohe of the Vulture Department pointed at him with a bow and scolded loudly: "You dog, stay in the house honestly with your master, delay the great cause of reviving the Khitan, and slaughter your whole clan without leaving behind." Beside him, a group of tribal troops dressed in wolf skins shouted together: "Revitalize the Khitan!" Revive the Khitan! The vulture cavalry, who usually did not dare to provoke the powerful, laughed even more unscrupulously, pointed to the wall and shouted, some ping-pong and arrows, and some screamed like wolves.

Being so intimidated by the barbarians in the Khitan tribe, Xiao Gusa's face turned pale, he had long felt that the commanders of the tribes below had some contempt for the imperial court, and the undercurrent was surging, and it was always difficult to command. But looking around, the soldiers either hung their heads or showed a look of frustration, and more people were panicked. His eyes were clear, and he saw a strict cavalry coming down the street, led by Yelu Yanshan, the commander of the army under Yelu Dashi's tent. The tribal cavalry that was surrounding the mansion of the privy envoy of the Southern Court withdrew one after another, and Yelu Yanshan let the cavalry stay outside the mansion, turn over the saddle and dismount. After a while, Xiao Xiaode, who was pale, followed Yelu Yanshan out. The surrounding vulture cavalry, when they saw the privy envoy of the Southern Court coming out, cheered as if they had triumphed. Half of the men and horses stayed outside the house of the privy envoy of the Southern Yuan, still surrounded by airtightness, and the other half followed Yelu Yanshan and Xiao Xiaode to the Nanjing Left-behind Mansion.

At this time, there are almost 20,000 or 30,000 Khitan tribesmen gathered outside the Nanjing Left-behind Mansion, like a lively bazaar, all of them are Khitan people riding horses with knives and bows, and the streets of Beicheng are filled with a stream of horse dung, and people and horses are neighing and noisy. Walking through the streets full of Khitan people, Xiao Xiaode couldn't help frowning, and couldn't help but cover his nose with his hands. He was a little worried about being robbed by this group of wolf cubs, and quietly removed the mutton fat white jade wrench he was wearing on his thumb. These ordinary Khitan people who did not get the surname "Yelu" or "Xiao", in addition to being able to be powerful and blessed on the head of the Han'er, are also similar to the Jurchen barbarians in the eyes of many Khitan nobles. Riding horses and archery all day long, drinking alcohol, neither literate nor can afford incense and spices, he is a leather jacket all year round, and his body is always stinking and smoky. In addition to food and clothing, at most he devoted himself to serving the Buddha and seeking wealth in the next life. But recently, these barbaric tribal Khitans, who don't even believe in the Buddha, are ready to move, wanting to overthrow the Yelu clan and the Xiao clan to control the government and restore the old system of tribal deliberations, all of which are beneficial.

Xiao Xiaode entered the Nanjing Left-behind Mansion with a nervous mood. "Yelu Dashi, you don't really want to rebel." The expected 500 axemen lying in ambush on both sides of the road did not appear. On the contrary, what shocked him was that Yelu Dashi had completely changed the back garden of the Left-behind Mansion, and all the pavilions and pavilions of the past were gone, replaced by a huge empty flat land, with tents that could accommodate hundreds of people. Some are Khitan officials and Han'er generals that Xiao Xiaode knows, some are tribal leaders he knows, and more faces are tribal Khitans he doesn't know, or even if they meet, they don't have tribal Khitans in their hearts.

"Privy Envoy Xiao is here." Yelu Dashi walked over with a smile, took Xiao Xiaode's hand, and led him into the seat, Xiao Xiaode was used to sitting on the circle chair of the Southern Dynasty, and now he wanted to sit down cross-legged, which looked quite awkward. His clumsy posture immediately attracted the hostile eyes of several young tribal leaders beside him, in their eyes, the pure Khitan and the corrupted Khitan are enemies like wolves and dogs, and only by completely eliminating these degenerated clansmen can the fierce blood of the Khitan people be revived.

Yelu Dashi stood up, looked around, raised his hands, and the leaders of the tribes who were still talking in a whisper fell silent, and a few of them who were eyeless were also stopped by the drinks next to them. Seeing this situation, Xiao Xiaode sighed secretly, people are looking like this, they really want to make trouble, and no one in Nanjing Road can control it. However, the elite palace army and leather room army stationed near Shangjing to guard the royal family, both in terms of the number of men and horses and the strength of the armor, are better than the soldiers and horses of Nanjing Dao.

Yelu Dashi cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Since the clansmen have elected me to be the general of the Eight Divisions, I will take on the heavy task of reviving the Khitan." After Yelu Yanxi, the faint monarch, is cleared, and the eight tribes will jointly elect the real Khitan emperor. As soon as he said this, Xiao Xiaode's heart sank, if he objected, he would definitely be splashed with blood on the spot, if he rebelled, it would be a capital crime for Wang Shi to exterminate the thieves in the future. He was thinking about it when he heard someone shouting, "Yelu Dashi, you traitor! Xiao Xiaode turned his head and saw that it was Xiao Dabu, the king of the Southern Courtyard. The old marshal Xiao Dabu's official position and qualifications are higher than Yelu Dashi, and he usually takes good care of Yelu Dashi, and even makes some concessions, but he didn't expect that he could stand up against it at this time of tension.

Xiao Dabu also had to open his hair, his eyes widened, and he said loudly: "If you traitor wants to rebel, step over my corpse!" He paused, and then said to the leaders of the surrounding Khitan tribes: "Now there is the Jurchen tribe besieging Huanglong Mansion in the north, and the Song State in the south. Da Liao can no longer withstand the turmoil, you don't want to become the sinners of the Khitan people through the ages! This sin of rebellion and rebellion will destroy the clan! Xiao Dabu also has some prestige among the Khitans, and at this moment, he raised his arms and shouted, and some of the leaders of the determined tribe hesitated in their eyes.

Yelu Dashi sighed secretly, he originally thought that under the ban of the situation, he might be able to change the determination of the old marshal Xiao Dabuye. Now it seems that there will be only blood to be shed. He didn't speak, his eyes looked to the side, and he looked coldly around the field, and the young Khitan noble guards around him also pressed their hands on the handle of the scimitar. According to many people's thoughts, these old dogs are too rotten, and it is best to kill them all if they want to restore the decline of the Khitan. The Khitan leaders, who were already in a bit of a commotion, were looked at by him, and were reminded and reprimanded by the people around them, and they all quieted down. Looking at Xiao Da Buye with the same pity as a dead man, he stood alone in the tabernacle, cursing and shouting loudly as if he were alone.

Yelu Yanshan, who was already standing beside Xiao Dabuye, rushed up from both sides, and the two of them held Xiao Dabuye's left and right arms respectively, and one stabbed the back of the heart with a short knife. Xiao Dabu is also a person who is nearly half a hundred years old, where can he beat three young and strong young men, he can't even struggle, so he fell in a pool of blood in the middle of the banquet.

Yelu Dashi said slowly: "Annoying King Xiao to report to his ancestors. I, Yelu Dashi, are doing rebellion today, not for personal honor and disgrace, but to revive the prestige of the Khitan! His face changed, and he said in a deep voice: "Xiao Da is not also obsessed, but the enemy and sinner of our clan, and his wife, concubine, children, slaves, and treasures are divided by three fierce heroes." Looking around the seat, he said sharply, "Who else wants to follow him and obstruct the Khitan to revive its great cause?" ”