Chapter 785: Getting rid of the evil spirits (Part 2)
As the horse's back rose and fell, Guo Ning's golden sword swayed at Li Ting's waist, and the scabbard slapped the skirt armor from time to time, making a soft banging sound.
The cavalry guards surrounding Li Ting would secretly glance at the golden sword while riding their horses, showing awe or envy.
Everyone knows that Guo Ning uses Iron Bone Flower as his weapon on a daily basis, and uses this golden sword to represent his authority. Since he started his army, every time he gave a golden sword to his generals, he also gave him full power of life and death. For the generals,
Naturally it is a great honor.
Of course, Li Ting himself knew this better. He remembered that Monk Luo had sent troops to Zhongdu twice, holding Guo Ning's golden sword, with the intention of calming down the chaos with his authority. And Li Ting himself was awarded the title twice.
The golden knife means the same thing, that is, it wants him to let go and kill people.
This is really something Li Ting is very good at. Guo Ning can think of Li Ting every time at the right time, which can be regarded as a good employer.
With his status reaching Li Ting's level, as long as he wanted to, he could slowly give himself the bright halo of the founding general. At least he wouldn't have to worry about being used as a knife to do dirty work or the most vicious butcher by future generations.
But Li Ting never thought about it that way.
He was a local ruffian, and he had seen a lot of dirty tricks, and he was very murderous. He occasionally recalled the Jurchens in Zhongdu who regarded Han'er as dogs and pigs, and the Jurchens in the border areas who used Han'er's life as a stepping stone.
I feel that no matter how many people I kill and how brutal my methods are, it won't be a problem.
This is tit for tat, which is the most comforting thing.
The purpose of this trip is also the same, you have to do what you have to do.
After Guo Liulang took control of Shandong, he was not harsh on the Jurchens. When he took control of Liaodong, the number of Jurchens in the army, including wild Jurchens and Huli Gai, had been rising, and the navy never punished them.
Harsh, they are all the same as Han'er.
However, some Jurchens are not satisfied with this, especially those in Zhongdu, Hebei and other places who have enjoyed the benefits of the Jin Dynasty's land and fields and are accustomed to being masters. In the past year or so, they have been crazy
They fled, and then gathered in Kaifeng, trying to make enemies of the Ding navy regime.
These people deserve to die. At least, the leading group among these people deserve to die, and must die.
Ding Haijun will never leave them the slightest chance, and will never allow them to rely on the influence of the Song people in the Southern Dynasties to cause any more trouble to Ding Haijun.
Li Ting's eyes gradually turned cold under the excitement.
After receiving the order from Guo Ning, he had arranged for a group of people who were brave enough and smart enough to take action, asking them to find the residence of the Jurchen's high-ranking official in the shortest possible time after breaking into Kaifeng, so as to
Start killing as quickly as possible.
Guo Ning did not mention the rules of the massacre, but Li Ting planned to follow the rules on the grassland and kill all those who were taller than the wheel, regardless of gender... just like weeds are removed with a moth!
Only when these people are completely dead can the Jurchens take another path; or, there can be no more Jurchens, but only Han people.
Li Ting felt that he could accept any of the two paths the Jurchens chose. Whether the Jurchens were happy or not was not important.
As for the Song people...
That's even less important. Li Ting has never been too lazy to do business to make money, let alone look at those Southern Dynasties maritime merchants with half a straight eye, let alone these sneaky Song people in front of him?
Since he is holding the golden sword awarded by Guo Ning, Li Ting does not have to have any scruples in his actions!
The cavalry at the front shouted loudly: "Commander Jie, the Song troops are forming formation outside Nanxun Gate! They want to block us!"
Li Ting had already seen it clearly.
This Song army is extraordinary. They marched in a hurry and did not form a complete formation. Therefore, the formations of spearmen and shielders blocking the city gate were only two or three layers, and there were even fewer armored soldiers and archers. But they relied on one team after another.
The shapes are cleverly connected and intertwined, creating layered gestures in a short period of time.
A more cautious general might have reined in his horse and see what the Song people were doing before deciding on the next move. But Li Ting had been fighting fiercely for half his life, so why would he hesitate?
"The whole army moves forward! Crash over! Crash into Kaifeng City!"
Li Ting shouted loudly, shouted several times, and then added: "Anyone who blocks the road will be killed without mercy!"
Following this order, the large group of cavalry in front of him and behind him pointed their swords and guns forward at the same time, and the horses that were already galloping speeded up again. There were thousands of cavalry, at least half of them were wearing iron armor, and their running queue seemed extremely dense.
Like a moving mountain, the impact contained in it is unparalleled!
In the ranks of the Song army, Meng Gong, who was directing the maneuvers, heard the wild shouts of his own scout cavalry, and found that the faces of his companions all turned pale. He suddenly turned around, and suddenly saw the Ding navy cavalry rolling in regardless, and his face became pale.
Changed.
In order to control Kaifeng as soon as possible, the Song Army formed a long queue of more than 10,000 people. At this time, the front team of more than 3,000 people were rushing into the city, and the rear team was far from arriving. According to previous expectations, once our side entered Kaifeng, they would surely
The navy must have rushed to mobilize troops to seize the city, but who knew they would come so quickly and with such force?
Now, with only the Chinese army's manpower, can it withstand the Dinghai navy's tiger and wolf divisions?
Disaster!
It’s so difficult!
These Dinghai infantry and cavalry in front of you are all gods of death, hungry ghosts crawling out of hell. Only by truly facing them can you feel how terrifying these people are!
Although the Meng Communist Party was young, he was very good at sizing up the situation. He saw Ding Haijun's fierce and unusual aura, and he clearly put on a battle formation to fight and go all out, so he immediately understood:
Ding Haijun had never let up his guard against the Song army, and Li Ting was not at all merciful because of the alliance between the two sides. He had already regarded the Song army as his enemy!
Once such murderous cavalry enter the formation, there will be no attrition or confrontation between the two armies. The Song army will definitely suffer heavy losses. Thousands of soldiers and horses may die in pain, or they may collapse in despair!
Is it worth paying such a price to ensure that Kaifeng City continues to fall into the hands of the Jurchens?
If it is worth it, how should we deal with it?
Many thoughts ran through the Meng Cong's mind, but nothing came to mind.
He was about to fight to the death and blocked the cavalry at the city gate. Suddenly, he heard dozens or hundreds of people who had entered the city early in the city gate shouting in unison: "Grandpa Zhao has an order, all troops get out of the way, get out of the way! Don't do it!"
block!"
There is a set of rules for conveying orders in the army. The system of the Song Army is particularly strict, almost to the point of being cumbersome. Under normal circumstances, how could it be possible to issue orders like this? But at this time, the Meng Communist Party did not care about pursuing it at all, and just followed it up by shouting:
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
On the road leading to Xunmen in the south of Kaifeng City, the Song army retreated layer by layer like waves. Ding Haijun's cavalry, like tigers and wolves, ran rampant on the road without slowing down. In the blink of an eye, they were like an iron dragon running over countless ants, and they were fierce.
He rushed into the Nanxun Gate.
The ground trembled for a long time, smoke and dust rose up, covering the sky and the sun. There seemed to be blood stains on the ground. It was not known which group of Song Army soldiers were unable to dodge and were hit or rubbed by the cavalry. Someone must have been injured.
But no one dared to make a sound to obstruct Ding Haijun's progress.
We are also elite soldiers, heroes of the Song Dynasty! We also fought all the way to the gates of Kaifeng City! In the end, we collided with the tigers and wolves of Ding Haijun. How can we be so clear-cut in terms of strength and weakness?
The Meng Cong held the waist knife tightly and stood up from the dry ditch beside the road. He stared at the iron dragon that continued to march, looking at the cavalry showing off one after another, and one team after another breathed heavily.
The soldier's steps were also extremely heavy, and his hands began to tremble.
At the forefront of the Song army's column, within Nanxun Gate and a few miles away from Fengyi Gate, Zhao Fang, who was forced to issue a retreat order, looked even more livid.
Ding Haijun was so arrogant, but Zhao Fang had no choice. Because he knew very well that Xianggong Shi would never accept a fight with Ding Haijun. No matter how many plans Shi Xianggong made and how firm his determination was, he was not a man who dared to challenge the powerful.
The enemy's people.
So Zhao Fang could only retreat.
The Dinghai navy cavalry rushed forward quickly, and the infantry immediately rushed into the city. Even if they rushed directly to Zhao Fang's commander's flag, they did not stop. Zhao Fang had to call his subordinates to get closer, and continued to move back with flags wrapped around them.
His back hit a pile of rubble beside the road and he barely stopped.
It's so embarrassing! This is not the face of Zhao, but the face of Da Song Dynasty!
He sighed heavily, and when he was about to explain a few words to Xuan Zhen, he saw Hou Zhi, who was kneeling in the middle of the road, now standing calmly on the roadside with his hands in his sleeves.
For the past ten days or so, those who had been in confidential contact with Zhao Fang were Tian Zhuo and Hou Zhi, two important ministers involved in politics in the Kaifeng court.
These two people were both Han'er. When negotiating with Zhao Fang, they did not display the usual arrogance of the Jurchens, and could even be said to be extremely humble.
Previously, Zhao Fang naturally used various methods to confirm that the Kaifeng court wanted to rely on the power of the Song Dynasty to survive in death. Just now, Hou Zhi bowed down in the road, which showed his sincerity.
Zhao Fang thought for a while and said to Hou Zhi: "Ahem, Mr. Hou, even though Zhou Guogong's men have entered the city, there is nothing we can do. Please lead the way. We can't go through Fengyi Gate and turn to other roads to rush to the inner city. As long as
Your Majesty the Emperor, your palace, and your government offices have been saved, and there will still be..."
Having said this, Zhao Fang frowned and asked, "Mr. Hou, are you listening?"
Hou Zhi grinned.
He was a Confucian official, and his smile was gentle and elegant, not as rough as the Jurchen nobles. However, Zhao Fang looked at his smile and felt chilled to the bone even though he was under the sun.
"Mr. Hou, why are you laughing?" he asked sharply, raising his voice.
"There is really no need to stop them." Hou Zhi's face showed a look of ridicule: "We are about to ask them to go deep into the city."
"What does this mean? Don't forget, it was you who begged our army to station in Kaifeng before!"
Hou Zhi shook his head and raised his hand to signal.
At this moment, rockets flew out from both sides of the road, with violent whistling sounds, and fell into the piles of ruins on both sides of Fengyimen Avenue. If you look carefully, you can see that they are not made of masonry. The ruins are countless pieces of wood, bamboo, reed mats, ropes, paint and other materials dismantled from various places. They are piled on both sides of the road, like a mess of ruins connected to each other.
As the rocket fell into the ruins, huge flames shot into the sky.
Under those huge amounts of wood and bamboo, kerosene had been sprinkled at some point, and there were even a lot of sulfur and gunpowder disassembled from iron artillery, muskets and other city defense weapons.
At this time, the weather was dry and hot. Needless to say, the wind helped the fire, and the fire helped the wind. Every place was ablaze, and the foehn wind suddenly spiraled up, rolling up the burning bamboo poles and firewood into the air, and then carried it with them. It brought countless sparks down. In the blink of an eye, the fire spread to both sides of Fengyimen Road, like two huge fire dragons breathing flames, about to close together towards the center of the road and completely devour Li Ting's men!
