The fire burned all night, and in the early morning in the city of Datong, smoke was filled.

Many Liao people who were lucky enough to escape took to the streets, and some people lost their homes, helplessly holding each other and sitting on the ground, waiting for an unknown fate;

Some people sigh and walk around, busy with work, and don't know what they have to do;

Some people cried loudly, "Da Liao is dead, Da Liao is dead, I was still a Liao man when I died, and I didn't want to be a female being." After saying that, he hit the wall and died

...

Soon the Jurchens took over the neighborhood.

Several tall horses, carrying heavily armored Jurchen cavalry, stepped on the stone road of Datong.

The streets were quiet, the sound of horses' hooves was particularly loud, and pairs of eyes were staring at them, staring at them and refusing to move.

The Liao people, who were close to the middle of the street, retreated to the side of the road one after another, making way for the Jurchens.

The Jin people had already learned about Yelu Dashi's plan from the mouths of the Liao soldiers, and Wanyan Aguda was not ready to chase after him, and Yunnei was the focus of the current competition.

Last year, the Southern Expedition did not defeat Youyan, and now we must take Yunnei, otherwise we will lose our innate advantage in the confrontation with the Great Song Dynasty in the future.

As for Yelu Dashi, who fled westward, and those who have lost even the foundation of their ancestors, what is there to be afraid of?

Wanyan Agu ordered that the Liao people in Datong City should not be slaughtered, at least not until they were completely controlled.

The Jurchen Tartars rode their horses, slowly passing through every street, and they were not without pride in their hearts.

In just three years, the last piece of territory of Daliao will also fall into the hands of our Jurchens.

The general led by him was not wary at all, staring coldly at the Liao people everywhere on the ground, and the happiness in his heart was about to overflow.

Datong in the middle of summer, even in the early morning, it was a little hot, this Jurchen general took off his helmet, pigtailed and drooped, and it was Wanyan Zongjun, the sixth son of Aguta.

He looked at these Liao people kneeling on the ground, like looking at a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and behind his horse, there were also Liao people who entered the city to descend into the city and looked at his figure with complicated eyes.

The Jurchen Tartars began to gather their horses, capture them, and slowly all poured into the city of Datong.

Suddenly, Wanyan Zongjun saw a Liao banner that had been trampled and stained with blood, with a lifelike Flying Tiger logo on it.

He gently picked it up with the tip of his knife, then raised it in his hand and watched in the sun, his face covered with rampantness.

A sharp arrow, abruptly stopped, pierced through the throat! Immediately afterward, countless arrows were fired at him.

Zong Jun fell off his horse, his head and neck were like hedgehogs, bleeding nonstop, his eyes were round, and he died.

The shouts of killing echoed through the buildings of the street, and the Song soldiers began to fire dark arrows from the rooftop buildings.

Countless Liao people on the ground scattered and fled, and they didn't know when those tall buildings were full of archers.

Ah Guda hesitated for a moment, did not enter the city at night, and gave Yao Pingzhong and Chong Wei enough time.

The Jurchens died a prince, all of them looking like mad demons, and soon dismounted and took refuge under the building, firing back with a bow and arrows.

War horses galloped, going back and forth in the big tent, and the Jurchens dispatched troops and began to camp step by step in the city.

The street battle in Datong has officially begun.

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"Yao Xiyan is a general of this dynasty and has to be saved, and the Western Army is my fellow township party brothers, so he has to be saved." The seed master Dao's face was resolute, and he patted the case and said.

The planter hesitated a little and asked, "If this is the case, won't our efforts in Yingzhou be in vain?" ”

"Xiao Seed, what do you mean!" Yao Gumei flew into his sideburns, obviously extremely angry, and he couldn't care about each other's face.

The seed master knew his mood and said, "Second Brother Yao, what are you anxious about, I didn't say I wouldn't save it." The Western Army was surrounded, we didn't go, and Qin Long's father didn't agree. Just Yingzhou... Is it necessary to leave some manpower? ”

"Yao Xiyan said that he was besieged, but in fact, I don't think it maybe, he has this Qin Fengjun and Shenwu Army in his hands, even if he fights in Datong Street, he may not have no chance of winning. Now it's up to us and the Jin people's reinforcements, who can arrive faster. This may seem dangerous, but it's actually a great fighter! At the critical time, it was still the master of the road, and after speaking, he glanced at the generals again, and said in a condensed voice: "Yingzhou Mansion Fort, leave some soldiers and horses to defend, gather your subordinates, and go to Yunzhou to help!" ”

In the Yingzhou capital, the ancient road of yellow dust is full of smoke and dust.

Between the galloping horses and horses, the soldiers and horses distributed in the various fortresses began to assemble.

Coincidentally, the Jurchens also walked out of Yingzhou Mansion one after another and rushed to the east desperately.

In the Yingzhou Mansion, only one Jurchen was left, and there was the eight battalions of the resentful army. These small combat strengths are really a bit weak in this battle between the strong and the powerful in the clouds.

Guo Yaoshi was afraid, for fear that those Qin people in the northwest would come to attack the city. Although the city of Yingzhou is high and the pond is deep, the soldiers of the eight battalions of the resentful army under his command have not yet fully returned to their hearts. Dong Clown is dead, but his henchmen are still united and hateful to him.

The soldiers and horses are not very strong, and in this battle where both sides are elites, it is not easy to protect themselves. But fortunately, his worries only lasted for three days, standing at the head of Yingzhou Capital, Guo Yaoshi was stunned to find that the soldiers and horses in Yunnei, no matter which side they were, were marching towards Datong.

At this time, in the Ulzhou Mansion, Zong Ze and Wang Yu faced the sand table and deployed the road for the march.

"Chief, this Yunnei is going to become the main battlefield."

Zong Ze raised his head, looked at Wang Yu's gaze and met himself, and sighed lowly: "It's a pity, Yelu Dashi escaped earlier, otherwise he could buy some time for the Great Song Dynasty." ”

"Chief, we are strong and strong, and we have plenty of money and food, so why wait? The last general felt that it was just right to start a war at this time! Wang Yu is full of confidence, although the Jurchen is strong, but he is not afraid of a battle.

Zong Ze shook his head slightly, just wanted to explain what he thought in his heart and Shaozai's new policy, but he didn't say it when the words came to his mouth, but just said: "What General Wang said is not bad, we are waiting for the army to be powerful, this time I will take Yunnei and add a north gate screen for the Great Song Dynasty." ”

Since it has reached this point, of course, the more morale the better, Zong Ze pointed on the sand table after speaking, and said: "From here, interspersed and gone, along the way, you can block the Jurchen reinforcements along the Sanggan River." ”

"That's... Finish Yan Lou's room? ”

Zong Ze nodded, and a fierce color flashed in his eyes: "Just beat him to finish Yan Lou's room!" ”

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Bianliang City, a small courtyard in the west of the city.

Bianliang, who received the news more than ten days late, was also nervous at this time.

When the officials walked, they bowed their heads and talked about it, most of which were also civil wars. Everyone sighed for a long time, but they often heard the cruelty and ferocity of the Jurchens.

The Great Song Dynasty soldiers and horses have performed well in recent years, but they have not yet reached the point where they are full of confidence. After all, the status of the warrior has not been fully restored.

In Yang Lin's arms was the daughter that Zhehuanxiang had just given birth to him, and several mothers-in-law and maids followed him nervously, for fear that he would not hold the child and damage the delicate newborn.

"Yelu Dashi..."Yang Lin repeated it several times, and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's also fate." Although he paid enough attention to it, he still underestimated him. ”

He set up the so-called Hongmen banquet by himself, and wanted to give the Khitan a desperate plan, but he didn't expect him to take off the golden hook and go to the northwest, so that a strong man broke his wrist.

Beside him, Song Jiang leaned in: "Shaozai, the northwest soldiers and horses, are assembling in Shuozhou." Is it to gallop to the aid of Yunnei, or to chase after the horse? The Tatars, presumably, will cooperate with us. ”

"The rain is widespread, and the grass without roots is not moistened, and what can be done when you leave this land? He didn't dare to go to the Western Regions, from the northwest, he could only go to the Caucasus, or then flee to Russia, let him fight with the woolly bear, and make a fuss as he did in Europe..."

Song Jiang was confused when he heard this, and Yang Lin had already resolutely ordered: "Gongming, this is no longer a matter of rushing to aid Yunnei, this battle is now a battle for national fortune that must be fought." The next ten years of Song Jin will be decided by this battle. ”

"The soldiers and horses in the northwest, the Fan soldiers, the Qiang soldiers, the Uighur soldiers, and the Kelie soldiers, all entered Shuozhou in the east and rushed to Datong from the west."

"Yizhou, Ulzhou, and Bazhou, each leaving half of the men and horses to garrison, and the rest from the east, galloping to the aid of Datong."

"Han Shizhong, watching a play in Danzhou? Send someone to tell him to stop the Jurchen reinforcements of the Great Wall, put down one and let him go to the end, and go to the Huotou Army to bury the pot and make rice. ”

Song Jiang secretly praised in his heart, Shaozai is really righteous, his apprentices are different, this is how much strength to concentrate to save this Yao Pingzhong.

He remembered them one by one, and was about to leave, Yang Lin shouted: "Slow! There is also the Beijing Camp Forbidden Army... Let Huyantong take command, point out 30,000 forbidden troops, and go to Hedong to support Datong from the south. ”

"Since you want to fight, don't hide it, just develop it after you fight, it's a big deal to be poor for another year or two. Even if this cloud is broken, it has to be held in our hands and rebuilt by us. ”