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Under the ink clouds, there are watchtowers, arrow towers, deer bars, horsebacks, walled fences, long trenches surrounded by layers of camps, the cowhide tent is connected together, but the camp gate is wide open, the most elite of the Liao cavalry in the far-sighted probe to stop the horses, in and out of the walled gate.

On the top of the towering watchtower, a Khitan nobleman with broad shoulders and a thick back and a rough face like a border Saiwu stood alone with a sword.

It is the Yelu Dashi of the Hanlin Chengzhi of the Liao State and the capital of the Liaoxing Army.

Whether it is the royal Yelu family or the descendant Xiao family, they all call the Yelu Dashi a big stone forest tooth, and the children of the Yelu family who stayed in Yanjing regard this Hanlin Chengzhi, who has never led the army to fight, as their backbone.

It is no wonder that since the rise of the Jurchens, the Khitan army was defeated in Ningjiang Prefecture first, then in the Yazi River, and then in the Huanglong Mansion. Tianzuo Emperor Yelu Yanxi, who was supposed to be in Yanjing, was completely courageous in the battle of Huanglong Mansion, swept up the remnants of the army's goods, and fled to the clouds in panic.

That's not all, when he fled to the clouds, Yelu Yanxi, who was already delirious, gave his own son Yelu Ao Lu Hu to death, which caused the Yelu clan and the descendants of the Xiao family to be in chaos. If it weren't for Yelu Dashi and other Liao relatives and nobles who stayed in Yanjing to support Yelu Chun as the emperor and abolish the throne of Yelu Yanxi, I am afraid that the entire upper echelons of the Liao State will completely disperse in this chaos!

Even if he barely collects the hearts of the people now, the huge family left by Yelu Abaoji and Yelu Deguang, the Liao army that once shocked Bianliang with three policemen a day, is almost withered, and the mobilized power of the entire Yanjing is just these tens of thousands of military horses.

The rivers and mountains are broken, the wind and snow are pressing, and the last one who came out to support the Great Liao Sheji is only one person, Yelu Dashi, if these tens of thousands of military horses can't stop the offensive of more than 100,000 Song troops, then the fate of the remnants of Liao will not know what to do with Hudi!

Such a heavy task is a great honor for the children of the Yelu family, but it is also a deep pressure, but since Yelu Dashi led the army to the south, the march and camp have been in a certain manner, and the food and accommodation are just like ordinary small officers in the leather room and bowl, and they are a hundred times more energetic. In addition to dispatching troops, there are even a few sentences of annotations in the Hanshu that he carries with him.

This kind of Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and did not change color, naturally let the whole army return to their hearts, but at night on the independent watchtower, the gloom on the face of Yelu Dashi can no longer be hidden.

Although he won the official examination and participated in politics with the position of a noble scholar of Hanlin, Yelu Dashi was a genuine Khitan clan, and he was born with the qualifications of the palace tent and the Quartet. Not to mention that although the Khitan is quite sinicized, but the strict literary network is not as strict as Zhao Song after all, the collection of the royal family of the clan talks about the writings of the soldiers, which is not a taboo, and even the Taiyi style of occupation and Qimen Fengfu used by the soldiers to arrange the formation, there are quite a few Tongjia.

At this moment, looking at the military atmosphere in the camp, I saw that the dark and gloomy atmosphere was as depressed as a cloud, just like the arrangement of military formations, which had a majestic and magnificent meaning, which was the image of high morale and strong fighting spirit.

However, through this military aura entrenched above the camp, directly between the layers of black clouds, there is a white gas with a faint sense of desolation through the sky, its shape is like a rut, directly connected to the direction of the Beidou, making people feel chilled at a glance.

Looking at the celestial phenomena that were difficult to hide in the night, Yelu Dashi couldn't help muttering: "There are clouds in the book of war, white gas passes through the sky, and the clouds are even in the Beidou. I just don't know, which side this war will fall on? Song Jun or Jurchen?"

Jerodishi stargazed at the stars under the night sky, contemplating how an empire that had been entrenched in the north for more than a hundred years could survive the storm. And in Yanjing's Xijin Mansion, it has long been a hellish scene that the last days can't bear to see.

In the cold and dry air, tiny snowbolts of dusty snow poured down.

Along the way, only jet-black smoke rose from the sky above the dock forts, and even at night, you could clearly see the smoke and dust mixed with sparks.

The corpses were scorched in the fire, giving the wooden beams and pillars that had been burned white and charred as a whole more firepower.

Under the bleak and cold moonlight, the black hunting horses decorated with animal tails were raised, and the cowhide carts full of blades were covered with frost and snow, exuding the peculiar unpleasant smell of leather that had never been nitrated, and the Jurchen cavalry with one man and two horses continued to move forward.

In such cold weather, there is no discomfort in these Jurchen cavalry, one by one they are only wrapped in animal skins that do not know whether they have a warm effect, and the sentinels and escorts are not chaotic at all. In the light of the torches, the eyes of these Tunguska barbarians lit up like wolves, as if they were about to pounce on them and bite people's throats if they were not careful.

The interior of East Asia, with its vast expanses of bitter cold land connected to the Siberian Plain, has created unique coniferous and steppe vegetation. Compared with the more harsh environment of the Arctic Circle, the climate here is relatively warm and humid, although it cannot develop a higher agricultural civilization, but it is enough for nomadic fishing and hunting peoples to have room for overbreeding. However, the harsh environment and backward and primitive tribal society lack the characteristics of the division of labor in a high-civilization society, but have the mobilization power of all the people, especially the former Khitan Yelu clan, and today's Jurchen Wanyan tribe, which has relatively accepted the infiltration of high-level civilization and has not been completely decayed, but can burst out with stronger combat effectiveness in the strong period.

The Jurchen Tartars, who are active between the white mountains and black waters, are indeed the best soldiers in the eyes of the generals of this era of cold weapons. I don't care about eating and treating me, dry meat and cheese wine is the supreme delicacy, and I will never complain about running long distances without sleep in the middle of the night in winter, and I will fight like wolves in battle, and I dare not retreat, I am really a group of livestock!

The tribal society in the barbarian era had no benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, and law, let alone humanitarianism, and the Jurchen Tartars suffered like this, which was a real evil ghost for other peoples.

Between the military formations, I don't know how many people of the Liao Kingdom, regardless of Khitan, Bohai, and Han'er, were driven into cannon fodder for the army. Don't talk about extravagant nonsense such as dignity and humanity, these people who fell into the hands of the Jurchen Tartars don't even wear a few more clothes on their bodies.

The Jurchen Tartars would rather strip these raw clothes to keep the military horses warm, rather than intend to let these raw slaves who have already made their own goods live for a few more days!

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