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It's a pity that Fan Zhen suddenly made a mess, which Wang Ningan didn't expect, and he had to fight a battle with the weak without being prepared.

The fact that a mere 1,000 Wang Jiajun dared to launch a provocation against the Liao State was simply hitting a stone with an egg. You must know that this land buried almost all the Great Song soldiers decades ago, and under every inch of soil, there may be the bones of Song soldiers.

After decades, there is hardly anyone who is not afraid of the mighty Liao State. Even if the Song army won more and lost less in previous battles, it was of no use.

The monarchs and ministers of the Great Song Dynasty knew that their victory was actually worthless.

The Liao army came, held the city, and defeated the other party, which was considered a victory, and the field battle defeated the other party, which was also a victory, but the problem was that no matter what kind of victory, the Liao soldiers could not be severely damaged, because they had war horses and could advance and retreat freely. On the contrary, once the Song army fell into the hands of the Liao soldiers, it was a tragedy.

The two sides are like lions and buffaloes on the grassland, and the success rate of the lion hunt is only one-sixth, but there is no naivety to think that the buffalo wins five-sixths of the way, which proves that the buffalo is stronger than the lion!

On the contrary, the Great Song's fear of the Liao State almost penetrated into the bone marrow.

Even Wang Liangjing secretly held the determination to die, but he entered the territory of Liao, but found that the situation was different from what he imagined.

Li Wujian and the others successfully destroyed a camp of Liao soldiers, killed more than 100 Liao soldiers, rescued hundreds of plundered Song people, and got more than a dozen carriages of supplies.

In contrast, Wang Jiajun paid only seven lives, and more than a dozen others were injured.

"It seems that the Liao soldiers are not so powerful!" Wang Liangjing was full of suspicions.

Wang Ningan frowned for a while, and suddenly his heart was overjoyed.

"Although the Liao soldiers are strong, not every Liao soldier is so powerful, in fact, in addition to the leather room army, many Liao soldiers are not worth mentioning. Like the ones we killed! ”

Wang Ningan kicked the hat of a corpse off with his toes, revealing a hairstyle similar to that of the Song people.

"They should be the Han people of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, after all, there are only two million Khitans, and it is simply wishful thinking to maintain an empire that is larger than the Great Song Dynasty, they must use other vassals to control the place, and our target is these lackeys!"

Wang Ningan doesn't care about the notoriety of bullying the weak, the real famous generals are the most rational group of people, and they will not fight against the enemy in order to show their bravery.

They must wait until their opponent is at their weakest, and then choose the easiest place to break through and attack.

Although Wang Ningan is still too far away from the famous general, he has already had a trace of consciousness.

Wang Jiajun immediately formed a team, or let Li Wujian and them in front, and continued to play the Liao soldiers who returned from looting, Wang Liangjing and Wang Ningan both changed into clothes that were taken off the dead Liao soldiers, with heavy sweaty torn leather jackets, which almost made Wang Ningan faint, and the others were also very unaccustomed.

But if you follow the customs, you can only endure it.

"My lord, Li Wujian has found a town with hundreds of Liao Kou in it." Tanma report.

Wang Liangjing's eyes glared excitedly, "Rush me!" ”

A thousand cavalry, divided into two lines, rushed forward. It is said to be a village, but in fact it is just a piece of land enclosed by an earthen wall, which has been blown away by the wind and rain, and many places have collapsed.

Wang Liangjing easily jumped his horse and killed, the horse lance in his hand waved left and right, and several Liao soldiers fell down in an instant. The others were shocked and rushed up.

Wang Liangjing's blood is boiling, he has been making rapid progress in kung fu for more than a year, he has fused the ancestral martial arts of the Wang family with the marksmanship of the Yang family, and combined with actual combat experience, he has come up with a set of lance methods, only eight moves, but each move is full of lethality, washing away the lead, quite a lot of ingenuity.

A lance is a strange python, flying up and down, knocking left and right, no Liao soldier can block a round. Wang Liangjing excitedly raised his horse lance, and the soldiers behind him swarmed up, followed the gap he had opened, and killed him.

Wang Ning'an saw it in his eyes, and shook his head more and more, just based on the performance just now, if he wants to fight against the regular army of Liao, the chances of winning are really not big. Fortunately, it was a sneak attack, and it was still possible to fight with the wind.

Wang Ningan carried a saber and followed him to kill it. He is small and weak, and he wants to learn from his father to rush into battle to kill the enemy, but he can't do it, so he can only check the cheap and deal with some wounded Liao soldiers.

Frankly speaking, the first time he killed someone, Wang Ningan was hesitant and even afraid, but when he had three lives in his hands, Wang Ningan was no longer afraid, on the contrary, the violent factor in his blood was constantly active, encouraging him to challenge stronger opponents.

Sure enough, killing people is also addictive!

Wang Ning'an was still unsatisfied, put away the knife, the Liao soldiers in this village had been killed, and the things they plundered were even richer, and the soldiers of the Wang family army hurriedly packed up the spoils.

The most popular is naturally horses, the more the better, followed by the clothes and armor of the Liao soldiers, which can be used for camouflage, as for the materials looted by the Liao soldiers, there are gold and silver, grain, and even women.

Wang Ningan didn't take anything, he didn't allow anything, it would affect the speed of the team, Wang Ningan was very sober, speed was life, he asked the soldiers to quickly burn everything, and then look for the next target.

One soldier was ordered to carry the grain and throw it into the fire to burn it.

Suddenly, a faint voice came, "Wait. ”

The soldier looked up, only to see a dilapidated corner, squatting a teenager child, thin and thin, two eyes are particularly large, he is the original resident of the village, the sudden killing, many villagers and Liao soldiers died together.

Hearing the child's voice and seeing his eyes full of pleading, the soldier's heart softened, this is also a Han person, a person who has the same blood as himself.

He hesitated, turned around and salvaged a bag of food from the fire, delivered it to the child, bent down, and tried to squeeze out a smile.

"Give ......"

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly from the inside of the wall, stood a woman with loose hair, holding a dagger more than a foot long in her hand.

This woman looked hideous, her ancestors were all Han Chinese, and the ancestors even made it a rule that they were not allowed to marry with the Khitans, but she still married a Khitan, and not long ago, her man came back from the Great Song Dynasty and gave him a beautiful golden hairpin and two sparkling beads.

The woman was immersed in incomparable happiness, she hugged her husband's cheek affectionately, as if she didn't care about the strong body odor, turned around, and happily went to cook her husband's favorite meal.

At this time, Wang Jiajun came in, and his husband rushed out before he had time to get on his horse, but was chopped into eight pieces by several soldiers, and his body was lying in front of the house.

Happiness disappeared in an instant, the woman seemed to be crazy, she forced her son to act as bait, she clenched the dagger given to her by her husband, and wanted to avenge her husband!

The dagger was raised high, and with all her strength, she aimed it at the back of the soldier's neck and stabbed it hard.

"Die, all die!"

Her knife was only inches away from the soldier, and suddenly her wrist went limp, and a javelin had pierced her throat.

The corners of the woman's mouth twitched, and a smile appeared on her face, as if she saw her husband waving to her. The woman fell straight down, and Liang Dagang rushed to the front of the soldier, grabbed him from the ground, opened his bow left and right, gave him four mouths, and beat him with blood.

Liang Dagang was expressionless again, and gave the soldier a short gun, and the soldier gritted his teeth and walked step by step towards the boy in the corner...... He handed the bloody short gun to Liang Dagang, and a tear flowed down the corner of his eye.

……

This is war, a battle for survival!

In the following days, Wang Jiajun was like a monkey who got into the belly of Princess Iron Fan, and staged a scene of havoc in the Heavenly Palace everywhere.

They attacked all the weaker targets, the camps, villages, bazaars, towns, and ...... Everywhere you go, there are only two words, kill and burn!

In a short period of time, even the softest person has become hard-hearted.

They are elusive, and will even create vendettas between different Liao soldiers, luring them to be suspicious of each other and kill on a large scale. All in all, Wang Ningan is like a cunning fox, exhausting all means to attack the other party.

Every ten days, the Liao side will count the achievements of the grass valley.

Half of what is looted must be handed over to the top, and the remaining half is what the robbers can divide, which is an unchanging law for thousands of years.

It's just that this time, when the Liao people counted the results, they found that they had lost.

That's right, the robbers miscalculated.

After two years of flooding, all parts of Hebei have been exhausted, and ordinary people have nothing except for some big families and some savings.

No matter how the Liao soldiers robbed, at most they only looted some people back.

Ironically, the originally wealthy Great Song Dynasty turned out to be a land of extreme poverty, but Yanyun, which was controlled by the Liao State, seemed even more oily.

The Wang Jiajun frantically attacked and set fires on a large scale, causing heavy losses to the Liao side, as many as five or six thousand people were killed, more than 2,000 war horses were robbed, 20,000 stone of grain were burned, and dozens of villages were turned into a scorched earth.

The emperor's younger brother in charge of Nanjing Dao, the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, Yelu Chongyuan, was simply mad with anger.

"Stupid, all stupid, you can't even catch a group of Song soldiers, are your heads stuffed with money?"

Yelu Chongyuan's roar made everyone kneel on the ground in fright, trembling, as if the end had come. Yelu Chongyuan didn't expect any good way from these people at all.

He was silent for a long time, and finally had an idea.

"Pass on the king's order to concentrate the population and materials stolen from the Great Song Dynasty on the west side of the Sanggan River, release the wind, attract the Song soldiers to throw themselves into the net, and then kill them in one fell swoop, leaving no one behind!"

Yelu Chongyuan was very proud of his own clever plan, and his subordinates hurriedly patted the horse, and the good words seemed to be like no money, and praised the imperial brother in a flutter.

When everyone had dispersed, a big fat man came home and secretly took out a carrier pigeon, which took its wings into the air with the news and disappeared into the sky......