In the camp, although the layout is simple, it is very neat and organized. Feng Dao is sitting behind the case, his eyes closed, his face calm, and with his gray beard and hair, he really has a "fairy spirit" Feel.
"Prime Minister Feng, you have to stand up and say something. If this continues, not only will tens of thousands of Han soldiers in the army die in vain under the fortified city, but the soldiers and civilians in Anyang City will inevitably be destroyed along with the city... ." Privy Councilor Li Song looked at Feng Dao who was sitting down and said in a sincere tone.
Unfortunately, I could not get a response from Feng Dao.
"Are you just going to watch innocent soldiers die?" There was anger in Li Song's tone.
Feng Dao finally opened his eyes, shook his head and said: "The Emperor of Liao was already wary of the former dynasty's surrender of soldiers, and wanted to massacre them at the beginning. As the Central Plains surged and surrendered soldiers to rebel, he became even more vigilant. At this time, Emperor Liao is extremely violent, and there is no way that surrenderers like you and I can dissuade him. Speaking rashly will only make him think that we have different aspirations, which will only cause trouble."
Feng Dao's words were sincere, honest and meant to be a warning. But Li Song obviously couldn't accept it and said: "Back in Tokyo, you and Zhao Yanshou protected the people in secret, why now -"
"This moment, that moment!" Feng Dao sighed and interrupted him.
"My husband, are you afraid?" Li Song blurted out, a little rude, but he said he regretted it.
Feng Dao glanced at Li Song, but he was not angry. His eyes were very calm and he said softly: "Li Gong, now you and I are surrendered to a subjugated country. We have left our homes and families. If we can't protect ourselves, we should not cause trouble again."
"Also, although you and I have been placed in a high position by Emperor Liao, it is difficult for us to communicate privately and follow the truth..."
Feng Dao drove them away, and Li Song didn't have the nerve to stay any longer. Seeing the old fox closing his eyes again, he left helplessly.
After Li Song left the tent, Feng Dao opened his eyes again, with some inexplicable sadness in his expression, and murmured: "If I could persuade him, how could I be stingy with my advice? If they really care about the lives of the Han soldiers, they would give their own advice. Yes, why come to me..."
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"Your Majesty, those Jin troops just surrendered their troops. They are not of the same mind as the Liao. But the Yan soldiers are all loyal men. They followed your Majesty south to destroy Jin. They had no merit but hard work. Such disrespect for the soldiers, Your Majesty How can I bear it..." In the imperial tent, Zhao Yanshou bravely persuaded him passionately.
Since the dream of becoming emperor was shattered, Zhao Yanshou has been unhappy. As his authority was reduced, Yelu Deguang became distant and almost fell ill.
This time, his old troops also came to him for help. In fact, if it were a normal attack on the city, even if there were losses, the Yan soldiers would not complain too much. However, recently, the Khitan people from Yelu Tokumitsu Hajime's repulsive attitude was too obvious.
When Zhao Yanshou faced the request from his old ministry, he suddenly realized that he still had some prestige. After careful consideration, he decided to ask for Yan Bing's life. There was some expectation in his heart that this would be his chance to make a comeback.
However, Zhao Yanshou understood clearly that military power was the most important, whether in the Southern or Northern Kingdoms. But for him, the ones worth relying on had to belong to Yan Bing.
Although Zhao Yanshou fell out of favor, his status was still there, and Yelv Deguang treated him with courtesy. Although he was annoyed, he kept a reserved smile on his face and said lightly: "If the Yan soldiers can be trusted, Luzhou is defeated.
Why did you seek refuge in Hedong and be willing to be used by Liu Zhiyuan?"
"Your Majesty! The defeat of Luzhou was due to the general's inability to unite the battle. What does it have to do with ordinary soldiers? They just wanted to save their lives. How can this person be punished for this crime?" Zhao Yanshou retorted a little angrily: "Since Mrs.
Since our ancestors have been fighting in the south and north, are there still many examples of Khitan soldiers being defeated and surrendering to the enemy?"
"King Yan, what do you mean?" Before Yelu Deguang could speak, King Yelu Ruan of Yongkang, who was also in the tent, suddenly interrupted Zhao Yanshou and stared at him coldly, as if he had murderous intent.
Seeing this, Zhao Yanshou was horrified and realized that he had "forgot his feelings", so he spoke without hesitation. Noticing the sinister flash in Yelu Deguang's eyes, he immediately changed his words: "I have no other intention. It's just that Your Majesty, you have embraced me."
The land of Youyan has been in the land of Youyan for ten years, and the people of Yan have been your Majesty's subjects. They pay taxes for you and fight bloody battles for you... The soldiers' families are also in the land of Yan. How can they betray you so easily?
Jin Bing is different after all!"
Seeing Zhao Yanshou's sincere words, Yelu Deguang showed a serious expression on his face, thought for a moment, stood up and helped him up: "If it weren't for King Yan, I would have almost caused a catastrophe."
After saying that, he walked a few steps in the tent and said in a deep voice: "I have been stationed under the city for too long!"
"Wantful!"
"Here!" Upon hearing the call, Yelu Ruan responded immediately.
"Command your troops, attack with all your strength, and defeat this city within half a day!" As he said that, Yelv Deguang's mouth was filled with a hint of grimness: "I want Anyang, and the city will fall and people will die!"
"Yes!" Yelu Ruan answered simply.
"Then the Liu family's children haven't moved yet?"
"No."
"Let Baride keep an eye on me. If he dares to come, I will kill him!"
...
Everywhere at the top of Anyang City was stained with filth, and the smell of blood was filled with mourning. Behind the female wall, the few guards almost all looked desperate.
Surrender, I have surrendered more than once. Even if I put down my weapons, I will face a merciless massacre by the Liao army without any mercy. I will release the city to the opponent, and the Liao camp will retreat with money. It has been repeated several times.
"Khitan people, you are determined to make me wait for death!" Liang Hui sighed, leaning against a wall, feeling very desolate.
At this time, Liang Hui was in a state of embarrassment, his white face was stained with dust, and his armor was stained with knife marks and stained with blood. His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he looked around and saw the tragic scene in his mind.
filled with regret.
He really regretted it. He watched his soldiers die in front of his eyes. Many of them were old brothers who had followed him for many years and had accumulated strength for many years. They were destroyed in one battle, and he felt very painful in his heart.
"If I had known this, I should have gone to Linli together that day..."
"After staying, the enemy troops are coming again!" A junior colonel's frightened voice came from beside him.
After hearing this, Liang Hui cheered up and stood up to look down the city. This time, Khitan soldiers and horses were also dispatched. Seeing the densely approaching Liao army, Liang Hui suddenly felt a surge of pride in his heart and screamed sadly.
He shouted: "Brothers, if the Hu invaders don't want us alive, then they will fight even harder!"
A moment of bloody bravery had some effect, but the huge disparity in strength was irreparable. When the Liao army did not want to be entangled and really exerted its strength, Anyang City was defeated in one battle.
After all the guards were killed and the city was captured, the Liao army did not give up. They waved their swords and trampled them with iron hooves, targeting other people in the city.
Soon, amidst the shrill howls, a thick streak of blood spread in Anyang City...