In Yanjing City, the big tent of Yelu Dashi is still located in the same place.

King Yan died, and he killed his entire family before he set out on the expedition, not wanting them to become slaves of the Jurchens and suffer humiliation.

Since then, Yelu Dashi has not stepped into the Yanwang Mansion for half a step, and behind the front of the big tent, the soldiers with helmets and armor stand with swords and swords, and they surround this place tightly.

There was a bonfire burning in the tent, Yelu Dashi's face was gloomy, as the champion of both civil and military disciplines, he was placed on high hopes by the Liao, but now he has no way to serve the country.

If you want to fight for the Khitan, you have to ask for the head of the Song people, which has to be said to be the sorrow of a famous general.

The fire shone on Yelu Dashi's face, he stretched out his hand to cut the mutton with a sharp knife, the curtain door was opened, and a cold air blew in, and a personal soldier hugged his fists and said: "Dashi Linya, the eagle outside the city has sent a letter." ”

Jerod took it, unfolded it, read it, and threw it on the fire at random. After a burst of fire, the letter was already ashes, and Jerodashi got up and said, "Go, go to the city." ”

Dozens of personal soldiers followed closely, and as he came to the head of Yanjing City, the Jurchens had not organized a large-scale siege since they were desperately attacked by the King of Yan, but instead retaliated by slaughtering villages and towns in Yandi.

Yelu Dashi thought about it for a while, and came to the conclusion that Wanyan Wu Qimai was seriously injured and difficult to heal, but he must not have died. Otherwise, with Wanyan Wu begging for his position among the Jurchens, the Tartars would definitely have withdrawn their troops.

It's a pity that His Royal Highness King Yan struck a death blow, and it was also a failure, Yelu Dashi very much hoped that Yelu Chun, the king of Yan, was the emperor of this great Liao, and led the Khitan people to regain their strength. is not the Yelu Yanxi who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, the mediocre monarch who has defeated the ancestral inheritance.

What is desperate is that now it has become a luxury for me to want to assist that faint king. An indescribable grief and indignation surged through Yelu Dashi's chest, making him almost vomit blood.

The so-called heroic shortness of breath throughout the ages is nothing more than that...

In Yanjing City, countless people can no longer live, and foreign materials can't come in after guarding the city for so long, and the Han people in the city are okay, they know how to save food and save things on weekdays, but the people of the Khitan tribe have long been hungry and their eyes are green.

The castle tower was in shambles, and the blood stained the ground soaked on the city walls, making the entire city wall look dark red.

The soldiers, staggering and exhausted, saw him come up, and forcibly stood up with their bodies propped up, looking at him with blank eyes.

The people in this city are no longer like people and ghosts, they are all a group of abandoned sons of the sky, and only Yanjing City is their temporary place of refuge, otherwise out of this city, there will be enemy troops everywhere.

The Liao people regarded them as rebellious and wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible; The Song people occupied the ten states of Youyan from the covenant, and their own people were the obstacles to their takeover of the city; The Jurchens were eager to slaughter their remnants and avenge their second king, Wanyan Wu.

Yelu Dashi laughed miserably and said, "The Song people have promised to mediate between them and ensure that we return to Yunzhou Mansion to serve Your Majesty." Let's hold on for a few more days, waiting for the Song people to take over the city, and I will take you to Yunzhou. ”

Suddenly, the people at the head of the city regained a little of the spirit that a living person should have, and they all looked at Yelu Dashi nervously, for fear that this was a temporary hallucination of their own appearance.

No matter how difficult Yunzhou Mansion is, at least there is still a little hope, which is much better than waiting for death here.

Looking at everyone's reactions, Yelu Dashi was really dead, and the people here no longer had the slightest desire to fight. King Yan took the elite of the city and made a sneak attack with jade and stones, and now it seems that he has injured a thousand enemies and lost tens of thousands of himself.

The most warlike Liao people in the land of Youyan have all died in this battle, and there will be no place for Liao people to stand in Youyan from now on.

He turned his head to look to the south, the sky was clear and high, the haze of the days finally dissipated, and the sun shone on the earth.

I hope that Yang Lin, the Song minister, can move His Majesty and allow me to go back to Yunzhou to serve the country.

In Zhuozhou Mansion, Yang Lin has already assembled a large army and asked Zong Ze to lead hundreds of thousands of people to strengthen the city defense, so as not to attack the Jurchen Tartars. And he himself was ready to lead his troops north, cross the Gaoliang River, and receive Yanjing City.

If you don't win Yanjing City, the credit in the land of Youyan is equivalent to zero...

Only when he entered Yanjing City, even if other military states had not yet been defeated, it would be a miracle to recover Youyan in the middle of the court.

Although the war has just begun, it is really not a short time to leave Bianliang last autumn to prepare for this big war.

In order not to let his efforts go to waste, he must recover Youyan as soon as possible, and there is still a lot of work to do when he returns to Bianliang. Otherwise, the territory that was taken at great risk would still be corrupted by those birdmen in the court.

Fortunately, in his own hands, there are a few generals who are in charge alone, and it is not a big problem to keep Youyan. Whether it is Zong Ze or Han Shizhong, they can all be qualified for this role, and even in defending the city and fighting and managing Youyan soldiers, they are far better than themselves.

Although Yang Lin often boasts of being a soldier saint, he has always been very aware of his level, he is a barely qualified commander, and he is better at leading generals than leading soldiers.

Because of Xiao Gan's self-slaughter, Zhuozhou City was not destroyed by too much war, only the city wall was somewhat broken by boulders.

The people in the city slowly dared to come out, looking at the army and people of the Song people with novelty. Hundreds of years ago, before Shi Jingjiao ceded the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, they were all fellow villagers...

The style of the Han family has not been seen for a hundred years, and there is still a lot of similarity, this kind of national character engraved in the bones will soon awaken, and slowly return to the same track with the Han people of the Great Song Dynasty.

The influx of the people and troops of the Great Song Dynasty made the inhabitants of these cities start to do some business with them to make ends meet. The food brought by the Song people also alleviated the famine caused by the war to a large extent. The commonalities in clothing, language, culture and customs between each other for thousands of years have slowly dissipated the wariness of these Yandi Han people against the Great Song Dynasty...

On the southern border, while the military states that were recovered by the Great Song Dynasty are slowly recovering their vitality, the north is a purgatory on earth.

The Jurchen Tartars never knew what military rations were, but they divided their troops and plundered around, broke the dock wall fortress, raised grain and grass, and coerced the strong. In the blink of an eye, the north of the Youyan Gaoliang River was devastated, and there was a lot of mourning!

The Jurchen sentinel patrol rode all night long, like packs of vicious wolves, plundering everywhere. Many Yanren dock walls, either defenseless, or frightened when they saw the Jurchen Tartars, broke one after another. Everywhere the flames rose. Thousands of people tied the Jurchen tartars with great ropes and drove them away like dogs and sheep. Either they carried the grain and grass they had plundered, or they dismantled the huts and huts they had used to shelter from the cold, and brought in materials to build horse sheds.

I don't know how many Han people cried and screamed, struggling, and struggling to fight for their lives driven by the Jurchen Tartars. I don't know how many Khitans were driven and killed by the Tartars in the wilderness within a day or two.

And the Jurchen Tartars galloped back and forth, driving away the slaughter as a play, and from time to time there was a rough laughter, like the gates of hell opened, and ghosts were rampant.

In troubled times, people are not as good as dogs, and encountering these troubled times provoked by ferociousness is a hundred times more painful than ordinary war disasters.

With the Gaoliang River as the boundary, the scorching sun in the south is slowly driving away the haze, and the clouds in Yandi do not know when they will be able to disperse.

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