Wanyan Zongpan arrived at the wealthy city outside Dading Mansion and stationed here to prevent the Song army from cutting off the road between Dading Mansion and Huanglong Mansion.

Next to Zhongjing Dading Mansion, the names of several cities are very interesting, namely: naturalization, wealth, Changxing, Quannong...

All carry the good wishes of the namer, but unfortunately, this is never a good place to be rich and persuade farmers.

Wanyan Zongpan is the eldest son of Wanyan Wu Qimai, since his father's death, Wu Qimai's subordinates have followed Zongpan, and he is also a force that should not be underestimated.

In the history of later generations, Wanyan Zongpan participated in a series of wars to destroy the Northern Song Dynasty and massacre the Central Plains.

During the war, he served as the deputy commander of the internal and external armies, and was promoted to the country. After the war, he was named Shang Shuling, King of Song, and Taishi, with the highest status in the court, and Wanyan Zonggan and Wanyan Zonghan led the three provincial affairs, and was a powerful minister at that time, arbitrary and rude.

After the Jingkang catastrophe, this person occupied Zhao Ji's eldest daughter Zhao Yupan, but later he was killed in a failed Jurchen infighting, and the emperor was also reduced to a trophy and was confiscated into the harem of the gold lord Wanyan Kang.

Today's Zongpan, as well as the protection of Aguta, pours out his thoughts about his deceased brother on this nephew.

even planned to establish Zongpan as the crown prince, which made Zongwang and Zongbi very dissatisfied.

When Wanyan Zongpan arrived in the rich city, he first gathered all the soldiers and strictly ordered them to prohibit drinking in the city.

The Jurchen army is strict in discipline, and they will cut off their heads at every turn, and these bird tartars are cruel and inhumane to people of other races, and they are also ruthless to their own people.

This kind of out-and-out clan slave society is essentially like a herd of beasts, and there is no so-called sympathy and compassion.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, and the domination of the weak by the strong is a matter of course.

"Beware of the Great Song Spies!" Zong Pan's voice was a little hoarse, and when he spoke loudly, it seemed to have a cracking voice.

"Check all the residents of the city, and if you are suspicious, kill them on the spot!"

Soon the Tartars searched all over the city, saying that they were spies searching for the Great Song Dynasty, but in fact, everyone knew that this was a disguised way to get some grain and grass.

For the Jurchens, this is a desperate battle, and if they lose, there is nothing left, and there is no need to leave a back hand at all.

However, if it is conducive to war, any means can be used, even if it is exhausted, it is necessary to increase the probability of victory even the slightest.

After defeating the Song army, they are still the overlords of this land, and no one will dare to resist all the tyranny, and even if they do, they will not threaten the rule of the Jurchens.

The inhabitants of the city have been bloody, men, women, and children have been escorted to the city, carrying supplies, taking care of war horses, and cooking in pots...

Even the dog that was the keeper was killed and made into meat to serve as military rations.

And the surrounding villages are even more miserable, and when the Liao people destroyed the country, they did not suffer such suffering.

Around Fufu Town, the Liao people have begun to learn from the Han people of Youyan and plant crops, and this place is also the important tax place of the Great Liao in those years.

A small village in the middle of nowhere, with about 100 households.

Patches of fertile fields have been cultivated outside the village, and the autumn harvest is approaching, and the crops that have been cultivated are becoming fodder for the scattered war horses.

The wooden fence at the head and end of the village has been torn to pieces, and there is blood inside and outside the village.

There were lying corpses scattered around, and most of the men had different heads and incomplete limbs.

Women, young and old, are naked and in a mess.

Dozens of Jurchen Tartars were testing their archery skills with erected human targets, and screams were still heard from the houses in the village from time to time.

On the road outside the city, groups of Liao people were used as raw mouths, carrying corpses and supplies in the city.

After the terrible plague in Yunnei, the current Jurchen Tartars have also learned to dispose of corpses, rather than exposing corpses.

Outside the rich city, in a trench, the Liao people waved iron catalpa and buried the corpses of their fellow clansmen, perhaps with their own relatives inside.

But no one dared to stop and mourn, and the slightest sluggishness might be kicked into the trench by the Tartars standing behind him.

A young man, raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, suddenly a pain in his waist, came the cruel laughter of the Jurchen Tartars, the loess split his head and smashed his face on his head, an older man who didn't want to see him kept fluttering, shoveled a stone and knocked him unconscious, and was buried alive soon after falling to the ground.

It's not that the Liao people have not resisted, but those who resist have been suppressed, and the rest are ordinary people who are numb.

Their compatriots are killing in all directions in West Asia, but unfortunately the distant water cannot quench the thirst of the near, and the Liao people in Liao no longer have an army of their own nation.

A nation without force is destined to be a lamb under someone else's butcher's knife.

Fufu Town is just a microcosm of the Jurchen army's assembly point, and something similar is going on in all the towns along the route.

The Tartars fished with all their might, frantically destroying and plundering, just to turn over in a battle, while the Song people were busy building.

Yang Lin, the de facto leader of the military and political circles of the Great Song Dynasty, had already regarded this place as his own land, and began to reclaim grass and trees, brick by brick.

It is also a stark portrayal and contrast of two civilizations...

Whether it is conquest or expansion, the Han people are undoubtedly the best people, and they are also the most civilized people.

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Kaesong, inside the royal palace.

Yang Ziqian, who had already moved here, looked at the information in his hand, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he seemed to be much older.

's big backer actually transferred Cui Hongxu to Songzhou, the place where the city was being built.

It was the most heavily garrisoned place of the Song army, and no one dared to make waves there, and his idea of killing the leaders of the people was completely frustrated.

Now that he has killed many relatives of the people, after a purge, nearly 200,000 people who were exiled in the Great Song Dynasty have become his enemies of life and death.

This made Yang Ziqian feel uncomfortable when he thought about it.

200,000 young people... Enough to destroy his own rule and make himself doomed.

Yang Ziqian sighed, rarely branched out all the maids and temple people, and sat alone on the futon, at a loss.

Without Yang Lin's support, he had no choice at all, and countless people in Goryeo were waiting for him to be lonely, and then he would be broken into thousands of pieces.

"Why do you want to help this Cui Hongxu, could it be that I did something wrong and angered Yang Shaozai?"

Yang Ziqian was puzzled, in his opinion, Yang Shaozai was his backer, and he should protect him.

If this matter is not handled well, everything will be closed!

Yang Ziqian stood up, walked around the hall, and said to himself, "No, I have to go and see him in person." ”

He clapped his hands lightly, and a maid came in with her head bowed.

"Go and call Tuo Junjing!"

After a while, Tuo Junjing hurriedly came, and before he had time to say hello, Yang Ziqian had already rushed to speak: "General Tuo, you will immediately personally lead the troops, reinforce the Yalu River, and prepare to fight fortifications and fight a few battles with the Jin soldiers of Tokyo Prefecture." ”

"I will personally lead people to Songzhou."

Tuo Junjing was shocked and frightened, and wondered: "Why is this? ”

Yang Ziqian fell to his feet and sighed: "If there is a delay, I will wait for death and have no place to be buried!" ”