Chapter 551: Landslides and Ground Cracks

Yang Yanzhao, as the only adult man in the Yang family and the father of Yang Zongbao, naturally cares about every move of the Khitan in Zhuozhou.

As soon as the Khitans mobilized their troops and horses, Yang Yanzhao immediately sent someone to deliver a letter to Li Jixuan, and the two of them worked hard and prepared for the battle.

This was agreed before.

When it came to the Mid-Autumn Festival, not only the Song people wanted the autumn harvest, but also the Han people in the Khitan jurisdiction.

Although it is a Khitan custom to fight in the grass valley, under the leadership of Li Jixuan and Yang Yanzhao, the Song people often go to the Khitan to take a turn, and if they have the opportunity, they will 'wrap the people and return'.

Xiao Tianzuo's plan to encircle and suppress Mu Kezhai this time is destined not to be too many, and enough people must be left to deal with the surprise attack of Li Jixuan and Yang Yanzhao.

Finally, taking into account the terrain factors, Xiao Tianyou took a total of 8,000 Khitan elites and 8,000 Han soldiers and set off.

Xiao Tianzuo, the king of the Southern Academy, also served as the left-behind guard in Nanjing and the head of the Nanjing Terracotta Mansion.

The Nanjing Terracotta Mansion was in charge of the soldiers and horses in the defense area of the Liao State against the Song people, and there were Nanjing Unified Army Department and the Command Envoy Department under it.

The former led the Khitan, Xi, and Bohai soldiers, and the latter led the Han army.

This time, Xiao Tianyou brought 4,000 Khitan soldiers, 4,000 Xi and Bohai soldiers as the main force to attack the mountain, and the 8,000 Han soldiers could only be used as servant troops, defending a few trails, and being cannon fodder.

Among them, the Xi and Bohai soldiers were responsible for the strong attack, while the Khitan soldiers were responsible for the shock arrangement.

Today, Xiao Tianyou wants Yang Yanzhao to taste the pain of losing his son.

The iron is loud, and the wolf smoke is billowing.

The horse's hooves were flying, and the voices of the people were boiling.

There are more than 50 miles from Zhuozhou City to Mukezhai, even if the army is slow, but this team, even those Han soldiers, are cavalry.

The cavalry moved quickly, leaving almost in the morning and arriving at noon.

"Everyone, please drink this cup to the full!"

Yang Zongbao, the person Xiao Tianyou swore to kill, was sitting on the upper floor of Mu Kezhai at the moment, surrounded by dozens of cottage visitors, he invited him gently, but the others were trembling and panicking.

Whenever the Khitan people at the foot of the mountain blew the horn of troop transfer, there were always a few people who had to spill some of the wine in their cups.

"These people, if it weren't for the sake of post-war stability, why would I have to come to them!"

Although Yang Zongbao thought so in his heart, he knew that these visitors were already frightened, and if he waited any longer, he was afraid that before it was dark, these people would have to roll down the mountain and surrender.

Mu Guiying sat next to Yang Zongbao, and saw the disdain and pity in his man's eyes, and immediately sent his little hand over for the man to grab.

The husband and wife looked at each other and immediately smiled freely.

I didn't have so much hope for these people, so if I didn't have hope, why should I be disappointed?

"Everyone, after drinking this glass of wine, let's go down the mountain to see a good show!"

Yang Zongbao smiled and raised his glass again.

Everyone has long been like frightened birds, and when they heard that Yang Zongbao was going to take everyone down the mountain, some people suddenly couldn't stand still, and stood up and begged: "General Yang, now that the Khitans have not yet formed a situation of encirclement, why don't we break through and go down the mountain?" ”

"Breakout?"

Yang Zongbao showed a strange look on his face: "Sun Tzu's art of war has clouds: ten are to surround it, five to attack it, and to fight it if it is doubled, the enemy can divide it, if it is less, it can be defended, and if it is not, it can be avoided." There are now 20,000 capable combat elites in my cottage, why do you want to break through the siege of 16,000 people? ”

Since the man stood up, in the face of Yang Zongbao's questioning, he could only reply stubbornly: "General Huwei, naturally he is a man who is not open, but now there are more people on the mountain and less food, although he can defeat these sixteen thousand people." But there are 100,000 Liao troops in the city of Zhuozhou, and we can beat this time, and the Liao people will definitely send more troops and horses next time......"

"What Brother Wen said is reasonable," Yang Zongbao saw that this person could still calm down and speak in a clear manner, and raised a thumbs up for him in his heart: "But I have some calculations, and it is not convenient to explain to you now, now everyone drinks this cup, and we will go down the mountain to see the details!" ”

The man's surname is Wen, his name is Wen Youfang, and he is the second son in the family like Huo Qingchuan, and this time he came to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival moon viewing in Mukezhai and brought fifty dead soldiers.

Since Yang Zongbao said so, Wen Youfang could only retreat and not mention it.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the sky is clear and the sky is blue and white.

It was noon, everyone drank a total of three glasses of wine, ate a little bit on the city tower, and saw Yang Zongbao and his wife Mu Guiying get up, they all quickly stood up, made a noise, and walked down the mountain.

It is said that it is going down the mountain, but in fact, it is to a flat place, and then everyone looks at the foot of the mountain, and the Khitan people are still mobilizing troops and horses to surround the hill where Mukezhai is located.

"Uncle, as you expected, that Xiao Tianyou is above the mine we prepared!"

"Let's go!"

As soon as Yang Zongbao stretched out his hand, Mu Guiying and his deputy Xinggu hurriedly put on the battle armor for him.

In a short time, the 1,200 mandarin duck army that had been prepared long ago had been gathered.

"Ignition!"

With an order, at the highest place of Mu Ke Village, dozens of red flags were suddenly displayed everywhere.

Xiao Tianyou, who was still methodically directing the siege of the mountain under the mountain, smiled coldly and didn't say a word, only now did he react, it was too late!

Under the command of Xiao Tianyou, the Khitan 8,000 elite army has surrounded the main road down the mountain of Mukezhai, and the six major roads and small roads up and down the mountain have also sent Han soldiers to besiege them.

This time, Xiao Tianyou will definitely let his rival Yang Yanzhao taste the pain of losing his son.

Suddenly, at this moment, Xiao Tianyou felt that the heavens and the earth were shaking, and then a shocking thunderbolt exploded directly in his ears.

There was a buzzing in the ears and the whole brain was blank.

Before he could react, a powerful shockwave rose directly from under his buttocks, and his internal organs burst instantly.

Then Xiao Tianyou seemed to feel that he was bleeding from seven orifices.

Before he died, he shed blood and tears, and saw the Khitan elites around him, along with his own body, suddenly flesh and blood flying.

In this earth-shattering thunderbolt explosion, at least more than half of the 8,000 Khitan elites were blown to pieces in this landslide explosion.

The explosion site was at the foot of the mountain, but the violent explosion sound reached Zhuozhou City, which was at least dozens of miles away.

Only those visitors from other cottages were frightened by this sudden, earth-shattering thunderclap.

More than 4,000 of the 8,000 Khitan elites have been directly blown to pieces, and the remaining 3,000 people have been directly displaced and killed because they were too close to the explosion.

On the contrary, the 8,000 Han troops were far away, and although they panicked, their ears were ringing and panicked, they did not suffer irreparable damage.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Yang Zongbao led a 1,200-strong Mandarin Duck army, and in the sound of the explosion, his pace kept speeding up, rushed to the bottom of the mountain, and raised his spear against those Han soldiers who had not even recovered.

War must be bloody.

This time in the battle of the Liao-Song Dynasty, the side destined to shed blood was the Khitans!