At the foot of Taining Mountain, on Dingyuan Village.

This dilapidated military village already has the Jurchen banner fluttering on it. The remaining military horses are equipped with a Jurchen Mouke and hundreds of miscellaneous beards, in just a few days, based on the village, these golden soldiers have plundered everywhere, and they have already harmed the nearby villages.

The people in the village received a warning from Yizhou City and asked them to take refuge in the city. But these people had not experienced war, did not know the horror of the Tartars, and were not willing to give up their houses and land.

Now that the autumn harvest season is approaching, it is the most critical time of the year for them, and if they miss it, they may go hungry the next year.

Many people, especially Han people, stayed in the village with a fluke mentality, and suffered a great disaster.

At this moment, if you look around from the lookout platform in the village, you can easily see the thousands of ravines and ravines of Taining Mountain, but there are villages where there are thick pillars of smoke rising and not dispersing for a long time. On the road, from time to time, there are miscellaneous rangers coming and going, behind each horse, there are staggering Youyan newly attached to the Great Song people, and there is no lack of headless corpses on the roadside, which is shocking.

The old and weak were slaughtered by the Tartars and their servants, the young and strong were driven into the army, and the women...

Wherever the Jurchens set foot, it ended up like this, and the entire vast land of Khitan has been staged countless times. Every Jurchen Tartar in armor is almost burdened with the blood feud of dozens of families, and the rise of the Jurchen is a plague-like storm that blows out of the white mountains and black mountains.

This is just a small group of Jurchen pioneers, the poison caused in Dingyuan Village, and the endless Jurchen army behind them rolls by, and almost no one looks up at this village.

Ah Guda drove the expedition in person, and the endless army under his command, the blades and armor in his hands shone brightly, rolling up the dust and smoke that was grounded in the sky.

Most of the Jurchen generals took a nap on their horses when they were sleepy, and chewed some dried meat cakes when they were hungry, and each of them had two war horses, and the horses' bags were hung on their ears and they took turns riding. This iron cavalry, which had just destroyed the Khitan Empire, surged in front of Dingyuan Village, making the hidden Great Song Sentinels feel irresistible.

In the dust and smoke rolled up by thousands of troops and horses, the black dragon battle flag of Akuda was erected high, and dozens of Tartar generals and thousands of guards surrounded him tightly. There are constantly Jurchen knights galloping back and forth, returning to the military situation in front and conveying the orders of Aguta.

Ah Guda was wearing golden armor, which was actually very breathable, and he didn't wear the stinky leather armor of ordinary Jurchen soldiers. He was protected by countless people, and his armor was only symbolic, while Wanyan Xiyin, who was beside him, was wearing a brocade robe woven of silk and satin, covered with a cuirass, which looked quite nondescript.

Ah Guta's second son, Wanyan Zongwang is like the most ordinary Jurchen sergeant under his command, wearing a layer of stinky leather armor, and two sets of iron armor bags are placed on top of two horses. He had a long sword at his waist, a lance and a bow hanging from his saddle, and a full load of six-scattered feathered arrows. Dry food and drinking water are exactly the same as ordinary soldiers.

His sharp and clever appearance is quite like the demeanor of the second uncle Wanyan Wu begging, and he is the most favored by Ah Guta. Sitting on horseback, talking and laughing loudly, even the herald is also a sonic shock, which from time to time arouses the cheers of the guards around him.

"The land of Youyan is really a little different, it is an ordinary village, and it is richer than the Liao people's towns!" Zong Wang said loudly.

Xi Yin chuckled lightly and said, "Youyan is the homeland of the Han people, and the people of this ethnic group know best how to accumulate wealth and survive in the cracks. You see we are all killed here, there are still so many people who want to get away with their lives, in fact, the wealth here is very different from the Song land further south, and when you hit the legendary Tokyo Bianliang, you will know what it means to be luxurious and rich. ”

At this time, although there was also a battle within the Jurchens, it was not as fierce as later, after all, they all fought side by side soon after the army was raised. Wanyan Zongwang was also very polite to Xi Yin, and said with a smile: "Then I must call over and take a look, hehe." ”

While these people were chatting happily, a cavalryman came over, hugged his fists and said: "Your Majesty, the Song people threw a lot of forage on the road, our war horses fell to the ground and convulsed after eating, and there were many traps on the road. ”

"These barbarians are really shameless, since this is the case, let the Khitan Shengkou come first, and we will leave after the arrangement." Ah Guda sneered and said, "With these means, do you also want to stop my army?" ”

He pointed at Yan Xiyin and said, "Xiyin, what you said is right, we should attack Youyan now." You see, the fortifications in this place are already very perfect, if it is according to the original plan, when the autumn is high and the horses are fat, I am afraid that the land of Youyan has already been managed by the people of the Southern Dynasty like an iron bucket. ”

At the head of Yizhou City, looking at the billowing smoke column that can be seen in the distance, it feels desolate in the sunset.

Yang Lin's side is a few little-known young generals, Youyan generals are scattered in various cities, and now Yang Lin is surrounded by newcomers who have just been promoted.

Wu Jue stood behind him, suddenly noticed his younger brother, staring at Yang Lin's back left and right, and couldn't help but secretly step on him.

Yang Lin turned around and said, "Youyan has just been annexed, and the population has not yet been counted, but I expect that there will be no less than 100,000 soldiers and civilians near Yizhou. The number of people crowded into the city was only 40,000 or 50,000 in total, that is to say, there were still 50,000 or 60,000 scattered all over the place. Not to mention the fact that these people's own lives are difficult to protect, they can also provide food, grass and supplies to the Jurchen Tartars, which is the disadvantage of not being able to clear the wilderness. Remember, I have commanded the walls to be cleared, and even to force the men to be driven into the city, but I will not spare them any more time. ”

When the generals saw that his face was ugly, they hurriedly clenched their fists to receive their lives, and Wu Jue's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping was just seen by Yang Lin, and he pointed at him and said, "What do you have to say, but do you think what I said is wrong?" ”

Wu Jue hurriedly said: "What Shaozai said is all good words, and the last general thought that the Jurchen had torn apart the border line of Yunnei and killed near Yizhou, did he want to remind the imperial court and beware of them dividing his troops to go south to kill and plunder grain and grass." ”

Yang Lin touched his chin and muttered: "It's not impossible to go south to the land of Hebei, according to the usual methods of the Jurchen Tartars, they like to send a few light horsemen to conquer, kill and loot everywhere, and feed the war with war." I have already reported to the imperial court to request additional troops on the Hebei front, and I don't know who the imperial court sent. ”

"Don't you know? The news just came that the general of the army was Xiao Cai Xianggong, and the Longtu Pavilion was a scholar and a British duke Cai You. ”

Yang Lin's face turned dark, covered his chest, gritted his teeth and said, "Grass damn!" ”

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