The north wind is chaotic, and the night has not yet arrived. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The horses are screaming and the snow is imprinting the sky.

The sound of horses' hooves shattered, and the voices of the living were choked.

The mountains are like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood.

The grassland after the Great War was a tragic scene.

The grassland, covered with snow, has now become a meat grinder. The corpses were piled up, broken swords, banners and arrows, and abandoned to the ground.

The lone steed was screaming mournfully, as if missing its master. Then, it could only stagger on its own, limping away into the distance. On this battlefield where life is so humble, it is nothing more than a horse. It wasn't badly wounded, but it had done its job.

Because of its injuries, it was abandoned by both parties. The Khitans didn't want an extra horse to share the already small amount of forage, and the forbidden army didn't want it, after all, it was lame.

It is also because of this that it gains freedom. Maybe the next moment it will be devoured by a pack of wolves, but who cares?

War is so cruel. In the understanding of this war horse, it is to fight for territory and the position of the leader. After all, the same law is true in the herd, but it is not so dead or injured. Use your hooves to plane, bite with your teeth, and accelerate your body to collide......

Horses don't understand how people do, just as people don't necessarily understand how horses do.

But war cannot change because of them, all they can do is struggle. I don't want to be killed by the other party, so I can only struggle, desperately. Whoever gives up the struggle is not far from death.

Jeruzara looked at the camp full of wounded soldiers, and a bad feeling appeared in his heart.

The combat effectiveness and resilience of the forbidden army were too unexpected for him.

The palace tent army is already the strongest army in the Liao State, but it can't help the forbidden army at all. Even if they were close to fighting, the forbidden army never fell behind in the slightest. Although he desperately consumed half of the forbidden army's sub-cannon with human life, the forbidden army still had hundreds of Hongxiang-style rifles, and if he fought again tomorrow, he didn't know how many Khitan warriors would die under a small lead bullet.

Jeruzara stared at the small lead bullet in his hand, which was dug out of the body of a dead Khitan warrior, and he really couldn't understand why such a small lead bullet could kill a warrior.

"Han people, it's terrible! Han people with ambition are even more terrifying! Jeruzara muttered.

He felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, and he understood that it was a gap, a cultural gap.

This gap cannot be achieved by brute force, but is a real gap in the process of civilization that has been advanced by time. Since the Khitan has a history, it is only more than 100 years and less than 200 years, where can it compare with the Chinese civilization that has a history of two or three thousand years?

The history of the grassland is not inferior to that of the Han people. But how can the dynasty on the grassland have a cultural inheritance?

Historically, the masters of the steppe have changed batch after batch. But the Central Plains is still under the wings of the Han people. And the civilization of the Han people has been passed down slowly, through generation after generation.

Can the Khitan do this?

No, even if Yelu Hongji has understood that if he wants to become a big country, he has to learn from the Han people, but now, how much time does he have? Even if the Han people don't attack the Liao State now, Yelu Hongji is still in the prime of life, but can his son, his grandson, still carry on his legacy?

Everybody knows it's impossible.

Although Liao is a country, there are still slaves; Although there were emperors, there were also princes and nobles; Although there was centralization, there were still private armies at the local level......

All kinds of systems restrain the Liao State, like a powerful giant, but it has long been riddled with holes inside.

No one wants to change because they all have vested interests.

No one will think about why the Liao State was finally able to defeat the Han people, but it could not destroy the Han people.

No one would have imagined how dark the future of Liao would be.

Jeruzara understood, through this little buckshot. Even if the Han people don't seem to be very strong, they know how to use tools and use their ingenuity, but what about the Khitans? is still superstitious about brute force, superstitious that he is invincible in the world. How can you not be defeated in time? Even if he tried his best, he was just blocking the course of history. But he is a person after all, can he stop it?

There are also smart people among the Khitans, but their vision is too small. They only know how to take care of their immediate interests, intrigue and intrigue, and eat, drink and enjoy themselves, but they never want to put their wisdom and talents into working for the welfare of the Khitan people.

Among the Han people, although there is no shortage of such people, many more of them are willing to put their wisdom and talents on the process of civilization. Like the latest firearms of the Han people, isn't that it?

Even in terms of bows and crossbows, the Han people have left the Khitans too much. Like the divine arm crossbow, the bed crossbow, the eight-ox crossbow, and even the large nine-ox crossbow that can pull the bowstring by one person, the mystery lies in a few small wheels, which the Han people call "pulleys"...... For the first time, Jeruzarat felt powerless.

Defeat is not terrible, what is terrible is that you don't see a glimmer of hope for victory.

"Unless the Han people kill themselves, then who else in the world can beat them?"

For the first time in his life, this thought welled up in his heart, and he turned his head to look at the tent of the forbidden army tent ten miles away, where the bonfire was blazing, sighed weakly, and clenched the lead bullet tightly: "That's it, dying in battle for Your Majesty and dying in battle for Da Liao is not my long-cherished wish?" ”

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has issued another decree." Suddenly, a general came to report.

"What did you say?"

"Your Majesty, let us sneak attack at night!"

Jeruzara looked at his eager face, and couldn't help but feel a little melancholy: "Okay, you can lead 10,000 soldiers and horses......

He had a strong premonition that the forbidden army must be ready.

Ten miles away, the cavalry arrived in an instant.

In fact, this is no longer a sneak attack, but a "fair" battle.

Because of the trenches, these 10,000 Khitan cavalry could only throw rockets from afar, and they didn't dare to let them dismount and rush into the trenches. After all, during the day, they had already been killed by the forbidden army. That terrifying firearm, there was a sound over there, and this side must have fallen in a row. Although the Khitans are brave, they are not fools.

Doing meat shield things with their bodies, they won't be stupid enough to do it. They would rather drop a rocket and make a noise until the forbidden army can't rest in peace.

This is called an attack, not a sneak attack. Try to exhaust your troops to the greatest extent possible, so as to add some chances of victory tomorrow.

That night, the Khitan cavalry lost more than 1,000 losses, but it also disturbed the forbidden army to have a good night's sleep, which can be regarded as an extremely successful success.

At dawn, after listening to the battle report from ahead, Jeruzara nodded slightly: "I know, let's get ready to fight......