In summer, it is already very hot in the area of Youyan, especially after crossing the Great Wall.

Zong Han's body had already taken off his exaggerated gold and silver armor, and he was bare-armed, sweating profusely.

At his feet, kneeling was a Jurchen general, trembling with fright.

Zong Han tore a piece of barbecue, sprinkled it with salt, and scolded: "Even if the Great Wall can't be broken, it's understandable that Jingzhou can't be broken, the first 20,000 people in Shimen Town haven't advanced an inch, what are you doing when you come back alive?" ”

The Jurchen generals on the ground were covered in black smoke, as well as rotting pus and flesh, which was very disgusting.

He fell to the ground and cried mournfully: "Those southern barbarians, I don't know what kind of weapon they use, after a loud bang, thick smoke billowed out, and my men fell to the ground and convulsed after being smoked, and their hands and feet lost their strength, as if they had been drained. ”

"If you lose a battle, you lose a battle, how can there be so many reasons. Shimen Town has blocked us for so long, the army doesn't know how much to lose, it's impossible to spare your life, you have followed me for many years, do you have any last words? ”

This Jurchen Tartar knew that he would not escape death, so he stiffened his neck and said, "Zong Han, put my Mouke under your command." ”

The 100 people under his own command, plus his family and Shengkou, are also a small force of about 1,000 people, relying on him to eat.

This person also knows that after he dies, these people under his command will definitely become vassals of others, and they will inevitably be excluded and exploited.

Zong Han nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you." ”

This tartar didn't expect Zong Han to really agree, and he was overjoyed, but then he thought that he was about to die, and he was still a little unwilling. However, he was even more afraid that Zong Han would regret it, so he looked a little stunned, and pulled out his knife and wiped his neck.

This guy is also very ruthless to himself, and the wound on his neck is very deep, cutting the major artery.

The blood in the tent flowed all over the ground, and a fishy smell spread, and there was no one in the tent who looked uncomfortable, and Zong Han was still eating meat.

After eating the last bite, Zong Han got up and clapped his hands, his eyes scanned and said: "This time, the striker is finally fighting with the Emperor Aguta, if we can't fight again, we will all have to die." ”

"Zong Han, don't worry, we have laid down so many Liaogou cities, and we are afraid that the Great Song Dynasty will not succeed, the further these barbarians go south, the more they can't help fighting. I heard that when you reached the southernmost side, as soon as you drew your sword, they stretched out their necks so that you could cut them, and I don't know if it was true or not. ”

The Tartars laughed, and Zong Han also felt a little funny, and said: "I don't know if I stretch my neck or not, the Great Song Dynasty has been suppressed by the Khitan for a hundred years, and it is true." The Liao people are still vulnerable in front of our Jurchen sons, not to mention these Song barbarians. ”

The self-confidence of these people is bursting, and it is difficult to stop it when a nation rises up.

As the sky darkened, the temperature gradually cooled down on the banks of the Hushui River outside Jingzhou.

After the Jurchens collected their troops, in the fortifications built by the river, the Song army also began to bury pots and make rice.

Dozens of wisps of smoke rose into the sky, and the Jurchen Tartars were suddenly startled, and only calmed down when they found out that these were smoke that rushed straight into the sky.

In the bloody battles of the past few days, poisonous smoke came from time to time, and the Song army launched some smoking iron balls from the black cylinders on the city tower, which were poisoned when they smelled it, and it had become the shadow of the Jurchen soldiers and horses on the battlefield.

Although this kind of poison can't kill people, it will make you nauseous and uncomfortable for days, and it is really not a human thing.

Seeing that it was not poisonous smoke, the Jurchens scolded and continued to make fires and repair. In fact, poison artillery is very scarce, and the conditions for use are very restrictive, once the wind direction is wrong, it is very likely to hit your teammates.

Qu Duan in the city, looking at the map in a daze, the situation is getting worse day by day, the Jurchen Tartar soldiers and horses are constantly coming, and now it can be concluded that the Longshan defense line has been completely penetrated.

Those fortresses all over Longshan, who would have thought that they would be so powerless when the great powers clashed. In the area of Longshan, there was no blocking force, and the Tartars attacked in two directions, and both the Great Wall and Yanshan were facing great pressure.

Once Zong Han took control of the area around Danzhou and Jingzhou, the defense line that the Great Wall Corps had worked so hard to build would instead be used by the Tartars. Not to mention the difficulties in getting it back, the Tartars have the initiative to go south at any time.

Han Shuai, who is in Jingzhou, doesn't know what he's doing, and he hasn't come up with a strategy.

"This is Han Wu! Drill to Jingzhou dry bird, it's really not good to give up the position, I will command for you. Qu Duan scolded.

In Jingzhou City, Han Shizhong was not idle at all, he was surrounded by sentinels and scouts, selecting smart and capable young soldiers from the army, and throwing them into the jungles and mountains around Longshan and Yanshan.

The daily news continues to flow into Jingzhou through various channels.

He had a bold idea in his heart, and even his cronies were not told.

This tactic is a bit crazy to say, Han Shizhong looked at the map, especially in the Longshan area, and stared at it for a long time.

From the east of the Great Wall, you can directly come to this place, and it is conceivable that the Jurchens will set up a large number of men and horses to guard this entrance.

There are all kinds of signs that Zong Han has entered Youyan from Longshan, and he is not south of the Great Wall.

In the camp of the Jin Army, the handsome flag hung is definitely Zong Han's trick.

If only we could take back Yongsan... Divide the Jurchen soldiers and horses into two parts, transfer the Youyan army, and bite Zong Han to death between Longshan and Yanshan...

If you want to, you have to lure the enemy deeper, and you have to give up some cities.

At least this Jingzhou, you have to give up and lure Zong Han farther away, preferably to Jizhou.

But in this way, it will definitely cause panic, and maybe Bianliang will be questioned.

Losing territory without a fight is a serious crime, and it would be nice if Yang Shaozai was here at this time.

Han Shizhong misses that boss very much, even if the sky falls, he has to smash him first.

With Yang Shaozai's courage, he will definitely agree, right? Thinking of this, Han Shizhong was a little hesitant, last year in Bianliang, Yang Lin personally told him that he didn't even want to fight a battle with an eighty percent chance of winning, and now Yang Shaozai wants to fight a battle that is ten percent sure.

But it was already difficult to recapture Longshan, and the total annihilation of Zonghan became a counter-encirclement by accident.

Whether the troops of the Great Wall Corps in Youyan can eat these tartars that poured into Longshan will require a lot of intelligence to corroborate.

"Report, it has been explored, and the one left behind in the Longshan area is Zong Han's son Wanyan Sheyema, who was ordered to search for grain, grass and raw food in the fortress of Longshan."

Han Shizhong walked over quickly from the table and hurriedly asked, "How many people are there?" ”

"According to the number of pillars of smoke and the number of flags, the brethren roughly estimated that there were no less than 50,000 men."

Han Shizhong's eyelids twitched, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Do you know how many Jurchens and how many vassal armies." ”

"I don't know."

Han Shizhong waved his hand and said, "I know, come here, give them a credit and continue to investigate." ”

"Finish the face and set the horse? I haven't heard of it, so I don't know what the character is. Han Shizhong muttered to himself.

Several Jurchen generals, he knows very well, this set has never been heard of.

But it's okay, it's not a birdman like Lou Mur after all, and there shouldn't be too strong people left to do these jobs of plundering grain and grass and making a living.

"Zong Han, this bird tartar, wants to give me a sandwich Great Wall roll, I Han Wu first invite you to drink a Yanshan Jiao'er (dumplings, called Jiao'er in the Song Dynasty) soup."