When the Jurchen soldiers came to the city, they didn't care about punishing these Khitan generals, but needed to bring them out to encourage the Khitan people's will to resist.

For a while, these dozen or so people were hot, and Gao Shanshan and others were also rising.

Shangjing stayed behind and stood on top of the high city tower, with a colorful face.

He had not participated in Yelu Yanxi's personal expedition, and for the rout of the 700,000-strong army, Tzu Buye thought that it was purely because the emperor was a straw bag.

700,000 to 25,000, even if you spit at the foam, you can drown the other party, or at least you can be disgusted to death.

The Battle of Tokyo, the fall of more than 50 states, was fought by the Bohai people, what does it have to do with the Jurchen Tartars.

With this kind of thought, Tart Buye climbed the city tower, arrogant, and wanted to give the Jurchens who have been in the limelight recently, a blow to the head.

The Khitan warriors could not undress, slept on their pillows, and waited for the Jurchens to attack the city.

The sky was gray, the clouds were getting thicker and thicker, the sky was gradually darkening, and the snowflakes were still falling.

Looking down from the city, the Jurchen military horse camp in the snow field can be seen at a glance and can be seen clearly.

Most of the soldiers at the head of the city had heard of the cruelty and cruelty of the Jurchen Tartars, and everyone wore armor and held soldiers, looking at the Jurchen army and horse camp with nervous expressions.

Everyone stood on the battle position, the knuckles holding the blades were a little white, and there was occasional movement in the quiet city, and the soldiers also swallowed a mouthful of cold saliva nervously.

Every thirty paces on the city wall, a fire was lit, and an iron pot with a grinding plate hung from it, and the gold juice in it was already boiling and smelling unpleasant. The so-called "gold juice" is not gold boiled into water.

Boiled feces and urine, known as "golden juice", were used to defend the city in ancient times, not only to burn the enemy, but also to filthy feces, rotten wounds, and difficult to heal. The boiled "golden juice" is more likely to make the skin fester, speed up the entry of germs into the human body, and accelerate the death of the enemy, which can be described as the earliest biological and chemical weapons.

And this thing is good and cheap, with the catapult is the "notorious" biochemical cannon, the hot and smelly "boiling water gold juice" not only responds to the enemy, but also burns and infects the enemy, which is simply a necessary magic weapon for defending the city.

There were also generals under the city walls who shouted loudly and ordered, urging the people's auxiliary soldiers to carry more rolling wood, stone arrows, clusters, and crossbow arrows.

A group of archers took out the bowstring crossbow string coated with grease from the bag, carefully wiped the grease, hung it on the bow arm and crossbow arm, and silently adjusted the string force. Then they lined up and went to the iron pot and dipped the arrowhead in the gold juice.

Tart Buye strolled on the city tower, and saw the soldiers under his command, silent and nervous, and everyone was tense.

"Haha, the Jurchen Tartars have nothing to fear, since ancient times, people have lost battles, and they like to brag about how brave the enemy is. In my opinion, it's all cowards trying to cover up their own shame. It is said that his mother's Jurchens can fight, but I don't believe it, just these dwarf winter melons, lying on the ground and standing as tall as the birds, what can they do.

You haven't been out of Beijing, you haven't seen anything in the world, when I went to the Jurchen tribe to spread the decree, which girl you want to sleep with which girl, their man is watching from behind, and he doesn't dare to put a fart.

What kind of inferior goods can they have to break through the iron capital city? Bah! Daydreaming the fuck. ”

When he said this, the tense and depressing atmosphere at the head of the city was relieved, and a few soldiers couldn't help but laugh.

Although Tart Buye seems to be relaxed, he has actually been scolding his mother in his heart, the gang of wastes in the capital, and the promised replenishment of soldiers, so far he has not even seen a single bird feather.

A dozen little brutes, just killed a group of sleeping Jurchen envoys, and they were lifted to the sky, and their own soldiers who defended the city for the country couldn't even eat enough for his mother.

Suddenly, a desolate horn sounded, and a group of Jurchen knights in the opposite camp rushed out, rolling up snow and dust and galloping back and forth at the edge of the range of the city's crossbows.

Immediately, the Jurchen knights all shouted loudly, laughed and whistled in the direction of the city tower, and made enough postures to show off their might, and seemed to know very well what psychological warfare was.

The more they were like this, the more confident they became, and they didn't take the Khitan people in the city seriously, and sure enough, the Khitan soldiers who had just eased up a little became nervous again.

The bows and arrows in the hands of many people were issued without the order to shoot arrows, and they did not hurt the Jurchens at all, but in exchange for another burst of ridicule.

Then several horns sounded in the Jurchen camp, and the Jurchen knights who had just come out gradually gathered their mounts and opened them to both sides.

After a pause in the neighing of horses, I heard the rustle of people stepping on the snow, and this sound gathered together, and I am afraid that there must be 10,000 people to have this sound.

Sure enough, in sight, nearly 10,000 Khitan Shengkou, who had been captured by the Jurchen Tatars, were wearing ragged clothes and pushing shoddy rows of cars on the snow.

Behind the platoon, there were still dozens of long ladders carried by a group of prisoners.

The Jurchens are not Song Jun, and they can't make good ladders at all, and even these long ladders don't deserve to be called ladders.

They had neither weighted bases, nor topmost hooks, let alone those high-end goods that had bases to push and overhangs on them to carry more than a dozen armor soldiers straight to the head of the city.

Behind these crude siege equipment was a crowd of black oppressors, most of whom were blue and white from the cold, and their expressions were numb. The weapons in their hands were all hastily chopped out of pointed sticks.

The captives were male and female, old and young, all Khitan people from villages near Shangjing. They struggled forward on the snow, many of them were barefoot and frozen, dragging out shocking blood marks, and every step was a gap between life and death.

The inhuman Jurchen knights galloped back and forth on both sides, shouting loudly, urging the brigade forward with their head-splitting whips. The cold, blood-stained whip swung loudly and whipped the raw mouths mercilessly.

No one blocked the evasion, but the numb bearing, moving forward step by step. In the black-pressed team composed of nearly 10,000 cannon fodder, not even a single shout or cry could be heard.

Every murderous barbarian has a similar team of cannon fodder, just like the Bang Linglang formed by the Han in the Western Xia Formation.

It's just that the current group of people is even worse than the "Bang Linglang", and the Jurchens don't care about their lives or deaths at all, as long as this group of people pushes the siege equipment under the city and consumes the rolling stones and gold juice of the defenders in the city.

If the Khitans wanted to block the attack of this group of people, they could only shoot and water their bows and arrows, stones and gold juice on the heads of their own people.

These people are all people from outside the capital, and the Khitan soldiers and horses guarding the city all know that there may be their own relatives here.

Even in troubled times, fighting for their lives all day long, more soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals.

drove to the place of death, and treated it like a pig and a dog, and only the Jurchens could do it.

The tart of the city tower is not wild, and the scalp is numb when you look at it, these numb compatriots who are like dead corpses will consume the city defense weapons that they have carefully prepared for the Jurchen Tartars.

"Fuck the Tartars, there's no humanity." With a mouthful of spit, Tart Buye drew his sword and ordered that he was not allowed to use gold juice, but only to shoot these raw mouths with bows and arrows.

The sound of the Jurchen horn continued to whine, and the face of the tart Buye changed from impatience to madness, and he yelled: "The fuck is endless!" ”

This time, more Jurchen military horses came out, and these Jurchen military horses were different from the light horses in front, everyone wore heavy armor, the horses were wrapped in felt, and the long soldiers were held with hard bows, and a torrent of troops also poured out.

In the end, there were people wearing heavy armor, horses covered with horse armor, and a large area of cold light was shining, enough to have hundreds of horses.

These heavy cavalry were surrounded by a tall black banner, and under the banner was the Jurchen general Wanyan Yanmu who was besieging the city.

Wanyan Yan's mother is the half-brother of Ah Guta, who is brave and good at fighting, and rushes forward in every battle.

Bohai Gao Yongchang was exterminated by him, and in the history of later generations, this dog thief tortured and killed a lot of Emperor Ji of the Great Song Dynasty. "Jin Luo died on October 26 in Duoang Muzhai." The cold stroke in the history books is the past of a vivid girl princess Ande Emperor Zhao Jinluo, who was tortured to death in less than a month.

Slowly, the Shengkou approached the wall of the capital city, and the tart did not wave the command flag, but saw the sergeants looking at each other, and their hands and feet trembled.

The bows and arrows in their hands did not dare to shoot at the crowd below no matter what, who knows if there are their own grandmothers, wives and children inside.

Wanyan Yanmu smiled cruelly, pointed at the battlefield in front of her with a horsewhip, and said with a smile: "Or is the second king right, I don't see tens of thousands of raw blood, can I shock these Khitan barbarians?" After the city is broken, it will be cleaned up, and tens of thousands of people will be killed, so that they will not dare to have the intention of resisting, and this is really the place where we Jurchens are. ”

After speaking, the Jurchens blew the horn again, and the Shengkou suddenly became nervous, holding the wooden stick in their hands and began to run towards the city tower.

Sure enough, the Jurchens behind him began to shoot arrows, and the slow ones were shot at random.

The crowd was getting closer and closer, and the Jurchen knights who had postponed the battle had already reined in their mounts and stopped beyond the range of their bows and crossbows. The raw mouth they drove away did not stop, and they still moved forward, which was already within the killing range of the Khitan defenders' bows and crossbows.

"What are you waiting for, release the arrows!" Tart Buye roared, and personally led his own soldiers to start firing arrows.

The Khitan defenders were red-eyed, crying, and drew their bows and arrows to shoot at their relatives and friends.

The people under the city are so bad that they don't even have clothes, let alone armor. As soon as an arrow was shot at the head of the city, the city suddenly turned over, and a shoddy row of cars was even scattered by the bed crossbow arrows, and sawdust splashed everywhere and pierced into the human body. The screams suddenly rang out.

Blood, all of a sudden, dyed the ice and snow a shocking red...

The Khitans at the head of the city were also red-eyed at this time, crying and shouting to shoot the cold arrow rain at the numb Shengkou.

The people in the city were afraid of the Jurchens, even more than death, and ran forward to die.

"Don't be a slave to the country, when the country is lost, people are not as good as dogs..."Looking at such a miserable image, on the lookout in the distance, Ma Kuo whispered to Yuwen Xuzhong.

Gao Shan's expression was a little excited, and he said in a low voice: "If you don't run away with Lord Liao at this time, when will you stay?" ”

Yuwen said categorically: "After all, we are outsiders, we can only persuade, not brought!" Among the Khitan nobles, there are not a few people with evil intentions, and if we escape with Yelu Yanxi, we will inevitably be killed by them. ”

...

A group of people discussed it and decided to go to Xiao Fengxian together, so that this traitor could escape from Shangjing with the faint king.

When the Khitan was dying, it ushered in such a group of pests, which really poured blood mold for eight lifetimes....

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