Zheng Zhi led people all the way to the north, and the destination was Gubeikou, which was 300 miles away, and it was also an important Great Wall pass in the north.

More than 10,000 ironclad knights rushed north, passing through Shunzhou (Shunyi) and Danzhou (Miyun). Many Liao soldiers at the head of the city watched from afar this group of Song knights who were beating horses, but none of them left the city, and not even a single arrow was fired.

Seeing this group of Song troops heading north, everyone seemed to have understood, and the entire city was full of sorrow, and the chief general and chief officer were in tears above the city.

Yanjing was broken by the Song people, and the Liao State was gone.

A few soldiers suddenly rushed out of the Song army, and when they approached the city wall, a feather arrow flew to the city, and a white paper tube was tied to the feather arrow.

The knight, who had finished shooting the arrow, then galloped north, leaving no one behind.

Open the tightly rolled paper tube, the text on it is not complicated, and the red seal of the combination of Chinese characters and Khitan characters is particularly eye-catching. Once again, it proves that this Great Liao Khitan country will never return, and "Khitan" means "iron". It means that this nation is as tough as iron. It's just that the iron also has a time when rust melts, and this moment finally comes.

After a few hours, another 30,000 ironclad foot soldiers ran by.

The gates of Shunzhou were finally opened, and all the officials, big and small, went out of the city and prepared to surrender. But he didn't expect that this army didn't stop at all, and just ran north in everyone's eyes.

The gates of the city, which had been closed for a long time, were left open, and some of the people fled from the city, and some waited at their homes with their doors and windows closed.

There are even people who put their necks on the strips of cloth that hang from the beams, and then kick off the chairs under their feet, ending their lives.

Perhaps, as Yeluchun said, it is better to die in the Song than to die in the Jurchens. At least there will not be the sorrow of millions of wives being separated, slaves, slaves and livestock.

It seems that it is also a kind of luck to die in this way.

The city of Tokyo is already in chaos. Suddenly, the entire city could not buy a single grain, which had never happened since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty.

The city was full of panic, and the Privy Council and the Imperial Counsellor requisitioned all the rations of a million men for nearly a month or two to meet the needs of the army for several months.

Families with stored grain secretly rejoiced that those who had just finished eating the stored grain at home could only consider themselves unlucky. Naturally, there are also those who have extraordinary means to receive the news in advance, and they will settle and reserve some grain, and then sell it privately at a high price after the army goes out to fight.

Tokyo City and Gyeonggi, with more than 200,000 troops registered. Cai Jing sat in the Privy Council, waiting for the army to assemble.

But on the third day, Cai Jing actually scolded in the Privy Council: "Chaotic ministers and thieves, all of them are chaotic ministers and thieves, all of them are the same as Zheng Zhi, Tong Guan Gaoyu, all of them are dog thieves." Of the 250,000 forbidden troops, only 80,000 were gathered. A national thief, a national thief!! ”

Zheng Juzhong, the leader of the Privy Council, said cautiously: "Don't worry, Taishi, it's only been three days, and after seven days, there will definitely be more generals." ”

"I have heard that the forbidden army is erosive, but I don't want to be eroded, the corpse vegetarian meal, the corpse vegetarian meal. It's really shocking, they are all national thieves, thieves and thieves. Cai Jing was furious, and his hands swept all the things on the table to the ground.

Cai Jing scolded the thief, but he didn't know how many stolen things he had collected. After so many years of living in luxury, spending a lot of money, how much of it is stolen from these thieves.

"Taishi, the forbidden army has reached the point where it is today, it is not an overnight thing, since the prince cut off the redundant troops, it has been more than 50 years, it is really an accumulated trouble, not today." Zheng Juzhong opened his mouth to persuade.

Cai Jing was even more angry when he heard this, and shouted: "In the armor warehouse, there are not even enough weapons, which is sensational, sensational." All the accounts of the Privy Council and the Imperial Department were sealed, and the Imperial Observatory was thoroughly investigated. The generation of national thieves should not let anyone go. Fortunately, now it is only an internal worry, if he encounters an invasion from other places in the future, how can he resist the enemy, and if the country dies, it is all the fault of these national thieves. ”

Zheng Juzhong nodded, and only said: "The account books in the two yamen are complete, and the Yushitai can send someone to check." The Taishi was angry. ”

After saying this, Zheng Juzhong also let out a long sigh. But it is clear in the Zhengju Center that no matter how thoroughly it is investigated, it will not be able to find a few people. In this court now, the official power is complicated, and even if it is thoroughly investigated, it is just to find out some people who have no background to come out and confess.

If you really want to talk about the thieves of the country, the princes of the Manchu Dynasty, who is innocent. In front of this Taishi Cai, some people rumored that he ate hundreds of quails at one meal, and his home was full of calligraphy, painting and antiques, where did the money come from?

Cai Jing was angry, but he had to slowly calm down, after all, these things could only be digested by him, and could not be reported to Emperor Zhao Ji. Even if it was reported, Emperor Zhao Ji was obviously just helpless, on the contrary, he would be furious, and Cai Jing himself bore the brunt.

"Quickly send people to supervise the gathering of troops, and the troops with a serious shortage of personnel will be questioned for the blame." Cai Jing said angrily, and he had already brushed his sleeves and walked out.

Throughout the city of Tokyo, countless craftsmen put down their work and hurriedly entered the barracks, and it was only then that these people suddenly remembered that they were still soldiers of the forbidden army.

There are masons, there are vashes who do odd jobs, there are kites, there are slaves, and even there are people who pour night incense and pull dung carts.

There are those who carry water to sell, there are also scoundrels on the street, there are watchmen, and there are also those who work as private guards.

It's rare to be on the top of the camp all the time.

Now that there are wars to be on the battlefield, there are also some people who are relatively well mixed and have a few spare money in their hands, so they naturally move around in many ways, either asking the scoundrels on the street to replace them, or directly bribing the chief and then hiding.

is the number of "80,000" that Cai Jing heard, but I am afraid that there is also a lot of water.

The Gubei Pass, in fact, is not big, with mountains on both sides, and a tall pass in the middle, and the wall of the pass stretches to the ridge. After the pass is a small urn city. Descending south of the hillside from the Urn City, there are large areas of low houses, which are the places where the soldiers stay.

Zheng Zhi arrived, and the horse's hooves crossed the large number of low houses, and went straight to the back of the urn city. Countless soldiers poured out of the gate of the urn city, with doubts and numbness.

Many were dark-faced, with sunken eyes and streaks of blood.

These soldiers retreated all the way from Liaodong to Shangjing and Zhongjing, and they couldn't eat well, sleep well, and constantly fight. It's like the walking dead.

Xiao Gan looked up at the pair of empty eyes on the city wall, frowned, and seemed to have a sense of relief.

Zheng Zhi gestured to glance at Xiao Gan, who dragged his thin figure and slowly walked forward, raising his head from time to time to look at the city wall.

A military general recognized Xiao Gan, lay on top of the battlement and shouted: "Xiao Shumi, Xiao Shumi... ”

But it was this general who wanted to ask something, but he didn't ask, the tens of thousands of ironclad knights in the city were obviously not the Liao army, and the general didn't know what to ask.

Xiao Gan slowly walked to the front of his head, raised his head and shouted, "Wu Yanguang, open the city gate and hand this pass over to the Song people." ”

Wu Yanguang is the general of the Liao State, originally stationed in Jizhou, and later went north to resist Jin, and now he is responsible for guarding the Gubei Pass, his own martial arts are also extraordinary, and he is an extremely brave person.

"Xiao Shumi, the last general can still fight, the privy can rest assured, the Song people can't break through the Gubei Pass. The last general swore to defend the Gubei Pass. Wu Yanguang blurted out such a sentence, and tears rolled down his face.

Xiao Gan took a few steps forward, sighed and said, "The general has done his best for the country, but God will not bless me Da Liao." Today, there are Jurchens outside the Guan, and Song people inside the Guan. You're on this wall, what's the point? Open the door, leave a way for thousands of Khitan good men to live, and their descendants will multiply in the future, so as not to lose the Khitan bloodline. My Khitan country for more than 200 years has come to an end today. The blood feud with the Song Jurchen for more than 200 years has been written off today. Open the door. ”

Wu Yanguang slowly straightened up, turned around and looked a few times to the north, saw the mountains and hills at the end of the distance, and saw the homeland of the Liao Kingdom for hundreds of years.

I turned around and looked south again, and I could see the direction of Yanjing, the homeland of two hundred years of secluded clouds. There are also more than 10,000 ironclad cavalry under the wall.

Then he looked down at the high wall where he was standing, the high wall that was only a few steps before and after, and the urn city that was about a hundred steps behind the wall.

Looking around, there are numb and empty eyes on the left and right, no desire to survive, no sadness, and no hope in the eyes.

"Xiao Shumi, I will not open this door in this life." Wu Yanguang opened his mouth and shouted, and after taking a few steps forward, his sunken eyes were already crying blood.

When Xiao Gan heard this, he shook his head and said: "The general is loyal and righteous, and it is better to leave some descendants to praise the general's prestige." ”

Wu Yanguang slowly walked to the battlement, stood straight, and still shouted: "The last general will not open this door in this life!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, an emaciated figure in iron armor covered in blood fell from the battlements and fell in the wind.

Zheng Zhi heard the words of the city, and was already instructing his corporal to prepare for the siege.

But the generals who didn't want to talk above the city just fell from the top of the city.

The man who fell down landed in front of Xiao Gan, his eyes were round, and there was blood on his mouth and nose.

Xiao Gan was already unsteady, knelt on the ground, his head lowered, and a terrible cry came out of his mouth: "Ah!!!!!!!!! ”

This Great Liao Kingdom, just like this falling body, dispersed with the wind.

Countless soldiers hurriedly opened the gate of the urn city from above the city, and rushed to the side of the still convulsive corpse, kneeling on the ground, crying and wailing. Grief for himself, the master who seeks death, and grief for his homeland above the bright moon.

Zheng Zhi hardened his heart and shouted: "Enter the customs!" ”

The horse's hooves slowly moved forward, passing by the soldiers and soldiers who were kneeling on the ground, and walked into the urn city and walked up the stairs.

Zheng Zhi walked up to the pass and looked north, the north was vast and bleak, withered and yellow, and the afterglow of the setting sun was golden, like an apocalyptic scene, and it seemed to be a piece of hope.

The flag of the Liao people was still fluttering in the wind, and several military men pulled out their waist knives and slashed them, and they also drifted down with the wind. The banner of "Zheng" was planted on the head of the city.

At the end of the distance, under the skyline, a black line had already appeared, and the black line glittered in the afterglow.

Slowly, the sound of horses neighing, and slowly the voices of people appeared from time to time.

The Jurchens are here, Wanyan can't leave, Wanyan is here.

The fair time is on Zheng Zhi's side. Let Zheng Zhi first climb the city wall of the Gubei Pass.

"Second prince, look, look at the city, is it the word of the Song people?" Sticky Han said with a look of surprise on his face.

He didn't look up, and quickly turned his head and asked, "What is that?" ”

A man dressed as a Confucian replied: "Second prince, above the head of the city is a Chinese character, pronounced Zheng." ”

"Zheng? Ha ha.... It's Zheng Zhi, it's my brother Zheng Zhi, Zheng Zhi laid down the Gubei Pass. It seems that the Liao people are dead, the Liao people are dead, haha。。。。。 Sticky Han couldn't stop laughing, laughing a little crazy.

He laughed without hearing the words, raised the mace in his hand high, and shouted: "The Khitan dog is dead... God bless me with great gold, God bless the Jurchen. ”

After speaking, he didn't turn over and dismounted, knelt on the ground, and kept kissing the earth, thanking the gods of heaven and earth. Shamans believe in all things in this world.

Sticky Han dismounted, his right hand resting on his left chest, his eyes closed, and his mouth reciting words.

The long-cherished wish of the Jurchens has finally been fulfilled today! The Liao State, which has oppressed the Jurchens for generations, has never returned, and the Jurchens can finally stand tall in this world.

All the Jurchens suddenly got off their horses and knelt on the ground. Men who are not Jurchens also follow suit and dismount and bow down.

After a long time, Mu Han got up and got on his horse, beat his horse and galloped forward, shouting: "Second prince, I'll go see Zheng Zhi first." ”

He also stood up, grinned and laughed, and turned around and ordered people to beat the horse and go back to Zhongjing to report, and Wanyan Aguda was in Zhongjing Dading Mansion.

Zheng Zhi watched a knight rushing in the distance, the knight's figure slowly became clear, and the iron armor of the Song people was particularly conspicuous.

Sticky Han shouted in a broken pronunciation: "Zheng Zhi, Zheng Zhi!" ”

Zheng Zhi also recognized this man wearing Song people's iron armor as Mu Han. The iron armor on Sticky Han's body was also given to him by Zheng Zhi back then.

"Sticky Han!" Zheng Zhi also grinned.

"Zheng Zhi! Come down! Sticky Han shouted in Jurchen language, and his hands also made summoning movements.

Zheng Zhi naturally couldn't understand the Jurchen words, but he understood the movements of Sticky Han.

But Zheng Zhi suddenly hesitated in his mind, looking at the sticky Han under the city, and looking at the Jurchen army in the distance, Zheng Zhi hesitated.

Sticky Han only thought that Zheng Zhi didn't understand, and was still grinning and shouting: "Zheng Zhi, come down quickly!" Drink, drink. ”

Sticky Han shouted, still drinking in his hands. There was only a simple smile on his face, and he was anxious to dance, for fear that Zheng Zhi would not be able to understand the meaning of his words.

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