The old and small ones were lamenting the party struggle in this war against Liao, and they were also wary of the deputy envoy of Xuanfu who suddenly showed favor to the Western Army. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Xu Xuanling was not in the mood to talk more about the brothers of the breed who were the leaders of the Western Army, as the leaders of the Western Army, no matter what attitude the old breed or the little breed had, in the end, their actions would inevitably be considered to maximize the interests of the Western Army.

For Xu Xuanling, or Wei who played chess behind his back, the two armies of Qin Feng and Jingyuan led by the old and small races were at least stronger than the Huanqing army led by Liu Yanqing, and it was enough to not lag behind on the frontal battlefield.

As the deputy envoy of Xuanfu, Xu Xuanling himself also has a personal guard with a total of 900 people, and this personal guard is the military force that Xu Xuanling attaches the most importance to.

At this moment, in the office where he was temporarily stationed, Xu Xuanling was bowing to a bronze mirror and saluting: "Mountain Lord, the armor sent by the Mountain Lord last time, Ma Xuanzan, Lin Jiaotou, and Yang Zhienvoy have all been put on the test. It's really a knife that can't cut in, and a sword can't shoot!"

In the bronze mirror, the immortal warlock smiled and nodded: "If only the knife can't cut in, and the arrow can't penetrate, then this batch of armor is too cheap." You must know that this batch of soft armor is mined in the dark and hidden in the tin essence mixed with copper Ying, and it takes 100 days to smelt into a ring, and then carefully knit and connect into armor, and arrange the quadruple prohibition of soldiers, mines, fire, and poison to be considered a success. After the runes on the armor are activated, not to mention an ordinary blade, even if it is fired head-on by an artillery, it can save your life. The only thing to worry about is that the manufacturing cost of this batch of trial products is a bit large, and it cannot be mass-produced, so it has to be studied and studied. ”

Complaining about the manufacturing cost, Xianshu immediately nodded to Xu Xuanling: "Xuanling, I received a report from the sentinel here, and there seems to be something unusual in the Liao people in Yanjing." If you are still grinding with Tong Guan and his ilk on HB Road, then you won't even be able to drink a sip of soup after the results of the total annihilation of the Liao people this time. ”

Listening to Wei Ye's joke, Xu Xuanling just bowed respectfully: "The disciples are all under the orders of the mountain master." ”

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The clouds of rain are always thick and black, like ink that pours on the surface of the water but cannot be dissolved, but the clouds of snow are a bleak gray, reminiscent of the cheap shroud that gathers the dead.

Now, this huge friendless shroud is slowly spreading over the land of Yanyun.

A little bit of powder-like shapeless snow particles floated down, without the beauty of snowflakes and frost crystals, but the chill brought by them was not reduced at all, and when they fell on people's bodies, they took away a penny of heat.

Such a bad weather, in exchange for the Khitan rule of Yanyun's Chengping time, even the poor who were exploited very hard could huddle in a low house around the stove to keep warm, and try to survive another harsh winter.

But now, I don't know how many people from Liaodong who have fled here, even if they are pale and blue-skinned, they are only moving forward mechanically, and then forward.

Although there was a dock fort covered with rammed earth and bricks in front of him, and although the arrows were desperately shooting down, and the stones were beating the brains of those who approached, people still rushed forward as if they were dying!

From time to time, someone fell silently under the trench of the dock fort, but these refugees who braved the wind and snow did not have the slightest extra emotion, not even the sound of roaring, but continued to rush towards the dock fort.

The castle owner's surname is Mo, he is a half-old squire, who was originally considered famous in the Khitan, several generations of big families, poetry and books, and his temperament is not just talking. But at this moment, the old man in full leather armor couldn't care about the others, but just waved his sword and shouted: "Don't let these living ghosts drown over! Let them enter the fort, not only will my Mo family be robbed, but you will also end up with a ruined family!"

There was no need for the old man to scream, and the villagers were desperate to move wood and smash stones, and even women and children went up to the wall, desperately trying to push the refugees back.

The trench outside the dock fort had been filled with corpses, even a little higher than the ground, and the people who came after them stepped on these corpses as a ladder, and rushed forward little by little.

Without the simplest siege equipment such as ladders, nor the military team responsible for supervising the pressure of the battle, and even without coercion and demagogy, these refugees from Liaodong who fled south rushed towards the dock fort without fear of life and death.

The dock forts along the way heard the wind, and I don't know how many dock forts with high walls and deep trenches were gnawed open by these Liaodong refugees with their fingers and teeth, and the reserves of the full fort were snatched up in this way, and the survivors became part of this refugee army. If they don't fall in the next siege of Dock Fort, they will only become these outlaws who don't know what death is.

No, outlaws at least know how to save their lives, and these refugees have almost forgotten even the instinct of life-sparing creatures.

If it weren't for the fact that they had to eat and drink, these hordes of refugees would look like a horde of zombies.

The half-old castle lord yelled at the refugees who were about to overflow the high wall, and slashed down with his sword, but the blade was stuck in the neck of one of the refugees and could not be pulled out. Before he could draw his sword, several hands had already reached out towards him, and one dragged him into the crowd, only to hear a scream, and then there was no more sound.

Things like Mojiabao started from Yanbei and gradually spread to Yannan.

The spread of rumours and panic is a bigger problem than the speed with which the refugees are moving. Not only were the small people in Shengdou frightened, but even those heroes who had been heirlooms for more than 100 years gave up the industry they had been operating for many years, and fled towards Zhuoyi Erzhou with their families in a miserable and panicked manner.

But what is especially strange is that once people fled into the territory of Zhuoyi Erzhou, such a situation will no longer be seen, as if the tragic situation of those dock forts before is just a nightmare that people have when they faint.

But was it really just a nightmare?

The gray snow cloud in the sky was still slowly but surely spreading over its area, and the vast plains of Yanbei had been covered more than two feet deep by the powdery snow particles.

But this kind of snow could not stop the military horses from crossing Yanshan and marching in the direction of Zhuoyi Erzhou.

The riders on the horses, though they were covered with thick coats to protect them from the cold, covered most of their faces, but they still showed the slender pigtails on their heads.

Even in such bad weather, these riders still didn't care, talking and laughing loudly, but in the bursts of Jurchen barbarian voices, they couldn't help but regret -

It is said that the land of Yanyun is the Nanjing Road of the Khitan, and it is the richest, but why did we come all the way and only see the ruins and the corpses of the road signs along the way?

The white Jurchen military flag fluttered in the monotonous and boring snowflakes, without adding any poetry wrapped in silver, only adding a spirit flag to the funeral procession.

Under the white flag, the Jurchen nobles in leather hats and leather robes stood with their hands in their hands, all of them with broad shoulders and round waists, but there was no trace of cold. Jurchen arose between the white mountains and black waters, and was accustomed to seeing the scene of snowy days, and the warm mink hat and wolf skin jacket were put on the body, and they ignored the wind and snow in this swallow land.

Originally, they could not tolerate the summer heat wave in the south, but such a snowy weather was just right for their activities.

But these Jurchen nobles just held their breath one by one, just listening to the arguments in the leather tent, and a sentence floated out without a beginning or an end: "...... Even if we want to raise troops to avenge our children, since the old emperor of Aguta raised troops to press out of the tiger water, the whole clan is only 100,000 now. The lone army is deep, how can he let his sons and daughters work hard, but let Yelu Yanxi and these Liao dogs benefit? The robbing of the various tribes is not needed at this time, and when will it be waited?"

Hearing these words, the eyes of these Jurchen nobles waiting outside the tent were a little dissatisfied, although Wanyan Aguta had already established the title of emperor, but the inherent customs and laws of a newly rising backward nation were still tenaciously retaining their influence.

For these Jurchen Mouke, who are not directly related to the Wanyan tribe, they still retain the identity of the leaders of the Jurchen tribes, and their most important wealth is the Liao slaves who were taken captive, which is the greatest wealth related to the prosperity of a tribe, and even gold and silk pearls and jade have to wait for them. The nobles of the Wanyan Department want those exquisite jade ornaments and silverware, smooth and inexplicable silk, and strong and capable female slaves, even if everyone is distressed, it is not that they can't give up, but they want to let their accounts be raw slaves, this is to dig out everyone's foundation!

In the Jurchen where the grammar and law are incomplete, when encountering this kind of thing, once everyone is dissatisfied, it is a trivial matter to enter the account and make noise, and if they disagree, they can even move a knife in front of the old emperor.

However, after a series of battles against Liao, Wanyan Agu's sons and nephews have used millions of Liao army corpses to confirm their bravery and establish prestige. Not to mention, at this time, the important generals of the Wanyan family who were in charge of the Liao invasion, whether Zong Wang or Zong Han, and several Liao commanders were all gathered in one tent.

Such a scene, even if these people are given great courage, they dare not be disrespectful.

Another murderous voice came out: "Since we want to expand the general's horse, how can I use it with just some raw mouths? After taking revenge this time, we turned our horses' heads and went straight to Yanjing, and tied up the new emperor of the Liao people and the Queen of Birds to the old emperor of Aguta as a congratulatory gift, and it was not in vain that we worked hard!"

While he was talking, someone walked out of the big tent, a short and stout man dressed in a dark fox fur, looking like a standard Jurchen with high cheekbones and a beard, but full of toughness. With only one glance at these mookes, the commanding spirit of the millions under his command has been undoubtedly revealed.

Seeing him appear, these Meng'an and Mouke outside the tent just bowed their heads: "Zong Han!"

Wanyan Zonghan just nodded, unlike Zongwang, who lost his beloved son, his son Wanyan Shehema escaped from Zhuozhou Prison, and his desire for revenge was much lighter, and he turned his attention to the war to destroy Liao. Moreover, the tragic death of the beloved sons of Zong Wang and others is not for their sons to have many less rivals in the future.

Under these public and private considerations, Wanyan Zonghan deserves to be the most dazzling Jurchen hero since Wanyan Agu's fight, and immediately turned the revenge soldiers and horses of Zongwang and others into a justifiable army of Liao.

As for the covenant between Dajin and the Song Dynasty to jointly attack Liao and divide the Liao land? At this time, who still remembers that!

Zong Han walked in front of these Meng'an and Mouke, turned around, shook his head and said: "Jurchen rules, if any foreign clan harms Jurchen's son, we will raise troops to surround the other party's big tent, except for women and children, we will leave no mouth." No matter which department you belong to, didn't we all act like this in the past? Kulecha of the Hui Tribe, when you fought with the Bohai people, the old man was cut off, and you came to cry to the old emperor of Aguta, did the old emperor lead the soldiers and horses of all the tribes to avenge your return to the tribe? Why, now that I want to recover the blood debt of my son, you want to hide?"

When these words were said by those small men, Meng'an and Mou Ke were dumbfounded, but they listened to Zong Han continue: "The Liao Dog's wealth accumulation is still Yanjing! Don't you think that if you break the Tokyo and Shangjing of the Liao Dog, and get that little bit of raw female slaves, even if you can live a good life? Yanjing has not yet been taken by us, and the fairy-like palace, the gold and silver piled up like a mountain, and the Liao women with smooth and tender skin, don't you want to take some more back? This time, you have a raw mouth, a weapon and armor, and we will return it to you when we defeat Yanjing, and I will not take any of it from my own face!"

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To the north of the Baigou River, the gray-white snow curtain also slowly descended.

The roads and trails leading to Yanjing in the Liao Kingdom have been cut off from people, and only hares, roe deer, foxes, and mountain wolves that cannot withstand the cold occasionally show some paw prints in the snow.

In such bad weather, there were also a few horses walking in the uninhabited snowfield, and a few words of Song Yin came from time to time in the middle: "Straight lady thief! Needless to say, the land is unattended, and it will be abandoned in the spring of next year. But I have to be weird, I haven't seen half of the people in hundreds of miles, and there is nowhere to ask if I want to find out the news!"

While scolding, the rough man also grabbed his horse forward: "Brother Yue, that gentleman said that you should make a career in the war to destroy Liao, but I see, there is not even half a Liao dog in this ghost place, and there is no way to cut off a head to report merit, so what else does this say is not a trace? Straight lady thief, according to me, it is better for us to find a shelter from the wind first, raise a fire, eat some dry food, and go back to our hometown when the snow stops!"

The young man led by him controlled the reins with one hand, put on a leather armor on his body, and hung a spear wrapped in cloth on the victory hook of the horse's body, although this dress did not look like the style of the cavalry of the Song army, but it was already a chaotic Liao realm in the last days of the dynasty, and it was also quite a deterrent dress.

Not only is he fully armed, but he also has several horses behind him, and he is also equipped with bows and knives, and even has short blades such as copper hammers and iron maces. With such equipment, even if it is put in the soldiers and horses that Liao State finally packed up, it can be called excellent!

Isn't this group of people the future Great Song generals such as Yue Fei, Zhang Xian, and Tang Huai, who met Wei Ye at the foot of Peach Blossom Mountain, and Niu Gao, who has a big mouth?

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