After the alliance between the Song and the Yuan, the Song-Liao frontier was generally peaceful, but there were constant small fights.

However, the Yandi Han people were strong and the barbarians of other tribes often fought.

These people settled in the Youyan borderland, and the Saiwai tribes north of the Great Wall often went south to plunder the Han people in Yandi at the turn of autumn and winter. For a long time, the people in charge of the Liao State have only been restrained and appeased by these tribes in the north, as well as the barbarians in the military states in Yunnei.

These small disputes in the Youyan border land are considered to be robbed for nothing, and the dead are considered to be dead in vain, forcing the people of the Youyan border land to form associations to defend themselves. Therefore, the Han people in Yandi lived in groups, trained soldiers, built weapons, and gradually became a small force.

Most of these small forces are clan-based, and they do not have blades and utensils, and they have many experience in fighting and fighting.

Some of them had already surrendered to Yang Lin, and almost the entire clan slowly moved out, and under the escort of the Song army, the Liao people tacitly pretended not to see.

After all, now their supplies are all given by Yang Lin, and Yelu Dashi and Yelu Chun at the top have ordered several times not to conflict with the Song people.

The Khitan generals now have no intention of paying attention to the whereabouts of these Yandi Han people, in their opinion, the upcoming Jurchens are their bitter masters, and this time they don't know if they can save their lives, and pessimism permeates the Khitan camp.

Some people who are close to the Baigou River and still want to defect to the Jurchens have been cleared.

Now that the war is about to start, the land of Youyan is clean, as if it was cleared specifically for this war.

In addition to more than a dozen military states, which are firmly controlled by the Khitan, there are often more than 1,000 Jurchen pioneer spies or Great Song soldiers and horses on the land of Youyan.

Wang Yu had just cleaned up a stubborn village and returned to the Baigou River camp, and the bloodstains and knife marks on his body showed that Fang Cai's battle was not a one-sided massacre.

Commanding his soldiers and horses to fight, Wang Yu is now more and more handy, and his soldier Wang Liu was hit by an arrow in his arm, and he screamed in pain.

Zheng Shi plucked his ears with exaggerated movements, pouted and scolded with a smile: "Wang Liu, can your thief's howl stop for a while, my ears are deafened by you." ”

"Get out of your mother, you don't know how much it hurts, then again, how is this dock wall so fierce, three hundred fine horsemen and nearly a thousand foot soldiers, is this still a Zhuang Ke, isn't it a military horse when pulled out."

Wang Yu nodded and said with a smile: "There are not only some small families here, we have to be careful in the future, when the troubled times come, all snakes, insects, birds and beasts will come out, and we don't capsize in the gutter before the war." ”

A group of people laughed and talked, and the cavalry in front suddenly stopped their horses, and Wang Yu raised his eyes and instantly became nervous.

The horses were strangled by the knights on horseback, and one by one they stood up neighing, and in front of them, there were dozens of horses, the first one, short and sturdy, wearing a golden helmet, who was looking at them coldly.

Wang Yu's eyes narrowed into a slit, his eyebrows flew into his sideburns, he held a spear in his hand, and the people next to him also held their blades tightly.

"It's not the Liao people's dress, it's not... Jurchen? ”

Someone muttered, and everyone suddenly became more nervous, the fierce reputation of the Jurchen Tartars had long been spread throughout Youyan through the mouth of the Liao people.

The Jurchen Tartars on the opposite side were also looking at them, there was no war between Song and Jin, and Wanyan Aguta was not arrogant enough to be the enemy of Song Liao at the same time, but Song Liao had already formed an alliance, and there were more than 100,000 Western troops in the army that was in Datong Mansion.

Wang Yu didn't know whether to charge or not, or wait for the other side to move first, and the two groups of people confronted each other like this.

The Golden Helmet General didn't know if the group of people in front of him were scouts, and whether there were any troops behind them, so after considering it, he decided not to take this risk.

A cold wind blew, and the golden-helmeted Jurchen general on the opposite side suddenly raised his hand and waved it back, and the Jurchen elite rode back to his horse in an instant and galloped away.

Wang Yu breathed a long sigh of relief, only to find that the people around him were the same, everyone looked at each other, and wiped their foreheads in unison.

"Is this the Jurchen Tartar?" Wang Yu was suddenly stunned and said loudly: "The Jin people have arrived, hurry back to the camp and report to the marshal." ”

In the distance, more than 100,000 soldiers and horses of the Jin Kingdom divided into three roads to surround Jizhou City, Shunzhou City, and Danzhou City, and slowly approached Yanjing City.

The roads between the three cities were all blocked and divided into isolated cities, and the Jurchens were so confident that they were not afraid of the Khitans going out of the city to fight in the field.

Countless soldiers and horses were stationed in Yandi, and from a distance, it was black and oppressive.

The sound of the horn sounded, echoing in the city of Danzhou, like a magic sound.

Before the Jurchens could settle down, they couldn't wait to launch an attack on the Khitan soldiers and horses on the periphery.

If you have a perspective from the sky down at this time, you can see everything in the land of Youyan. It can be clearly seen that countless armies under various banners, going south and north, attacking and attacking, defending and hiding, jointly set off the dust and smoke that filled the land of Youyan.

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Yang Lin, who went to the beach and planned to build Tianjin Wei, was still on his way back.

Pegasus came to report that the Jurchens had been overwhelmed by a large number of soldiers, and the flames of war in Yandi were burning.

"It's coming, it's finally here."

"It's still here."

Yang Lin and Han Shizhong glanced at each other and said in a loud voice: "You are superb in horsemanship, don't worry about me going back quickly, gather the soldiers and horses, send scouts to spy on Yanjing, keep an eye on Yanjing, and once a Liao envoy leaves the city, escort it to our camp at all costs." When necessary... You can fight! ”

Han Shizhong didn't answer, patted his horse and left, Zong Ze stepped forward and said: "Shaozai, the Jinliao War has begun, but their battlefield Youyan Ten Prefectures is actually the land of my Great Song Dynasty. Emperor Liao has signed a covenant and ceded it to us, how can they be so destroyed. ”

Yang Lin glared at him and said, "I know what you think, when the time comes, I will naturally send troops, otherwise don't make noise." To tell you the truth, a dozen military states are nothing, and if they are destroyed and rebuilt, I will use the minimum cost of casualties to recover Youyan. Although the bloody battle sounds heroic, I don't know how to fight. ”

As soon as Zong Ze raised his head, he wanted to argue a few words, but he was speechless for a while. He was like a mirror in his heart, and clearly told himself that the young man in front of him was not a coward.

But I just don't know where this young age came from to be so calm. has exceeded the limit of everyone's patience, seeing Jin Liao fighting in the homeland of the Han family, but he refuses to send troops. If it is really occupied by the Jin people and loses the opportunity, how can this crime be borne.

At that time, if you come to the history pen, it will naturally leave a few lines of infamy of cowering and missing the opportunity for eternity, which will be scolded by countless future generations.

Under Yang Lin's calm face, the hand holding the reins of the horse trembled a little, and he secretly said in his heart: Damn, it's finally here. The luck and future of the three countries, the ambitions and merits of the heroes, and the life and death of millions of people depend on this battle.

Lao Tzu Yang Lin is the protagonist of Youyan drama!