"The entire army was wiped out...a hundred thousand people...the elite of each department...all gone!"
When the undoubted military information came, Wanyan Wu Qibuy's eyes turned red and he covered his mouth, but he still could not suppress his despair.
The previous news was sent back by Wanyan Zonghan. It was just speculation. He still had hope. The Yan army was small in number and the Jin army broke out of the encirclement. It was not completely hopeless.
Don't ask for too much. If we can get 20,000 to 30,000 people back, we can hold on for a while even if we are a defeated army and defend the fortress at Chengguan.
As a result, the Yan army surrounded the Jin army outside the Great Wall and killed them for two days and two nights.
Mountains of corpses were piled up, rivers of blood flowed, and the fields were dyed crimson.
The Jin army organized several breakouts, but all failed. In the end, all 70,000 elite troops were killed.
During this period, Wanyan Wu Yashu returned in a hurry and made the opposite decision to Wanyan Zonghan. He rushed out to the rescue, hoping to cooperate inside and outside to fight a bloody path, but it was just a moth flying into the flame. All his subordinates were killed and injured, and he was captured alive by Wu Song.
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Together with the previous losses, the main force of the Jin Kingdom was completely wiped out. The farmers recruited from various ethnic groups were taken away after surrender and built the Great Wall as usual. The only one who returned in the end was really Wanyan Zonghan who initially attacked Shanhaiguan and retreated after being unable to defeat him.
Just as Wanyan Wu was begging for money and tears were streaming down his face, hurried footsteps came in. Wanyan Gao rushed in and said with a pale face: "Fourth brother, we can't hide the news anymore, our clan must leave quickly!"
Wanyan Wu Qimai wiped his eyes: "Return to the ancestral land?"
Wanyan Gao said solemnly: "Du Bo is extremely powerful. This matter is related to the survival of our clan, so we must not hesitate!"
According to the Bojilie system, after Wanyan Agu was killed, Wanyanwu begged to buy the new Dubojilie. He stood up and took a few steps: "I always feel a little uneasy in my heart. My second brother asked the people to go to the Western Regions, but we didn't."
Would it be a big mistake to stay in Liaodong? If I could go half to the Western Regions and half to my ancestral homeland, if something happened, I could still leave my roots behind, what do you think?"
Wanyan Gao looked at his troubled brother and softened his tone with comfort: "Fourth brother, your method is certainly sound, but which tribes will be allowed to go to the Western Regions and which ones will be allowed to return to their ancestral lands? If the distribution is unfair, we must
When chaos breaks out, I have used divination to convince the clan members, and they all firmly believe that returning to their ancestral land will bring prosperity to the clan!"
Wanyan Wu's expression changed: "You said it so soon?"
Wanyan Gao said: "Not saying anything is not enough to calm people's hearts. Many ethnic groups are unwilling to give up the capital. In order to fight for a place to go, they even fight and fight privately. I have no choice but to announce the divination."
Wanyan Wu Qibian knew clearly that this was a reflection of his lack of prestige in the hearts of the Jurchens. If Wanyan Aguda were still here, even if the orders were given against their will, all the tribes would obey them obliviously, but now it is no longer possible...
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Seeing his silence, Wanyan Gao continued his analysis: "Liaodong is bitterly cold and outside the Great Wall is barren. It is impossible for the Yan army to stay for a long time. All ethnic groups must be allowed to govern themselves. When the time comes, those who search in the mountains will also be warriors of all ethnic groups. We Jurchens occupy the advantageous location."
Yu, are you afraid?"
"Now that we Jurchens have lost their prestige, no one is willing to obey orders anymore, but as long as Yan Ting is unfair, it won't take long before we can still gather all the ethnic groups and have a chance to make a comeback!"
"But if you go to the Western Regions and start all over again, you will be unaccustomed to the climate, local rejection, and the hatred of the Khitan people. As Song Jiang said, it will be very dangerous and lifeless!"
Wanyan Wu Qimai nodded lightly: "What the fifth brother said is not unreasonable, but these second brothers have also considered it. He believes that our clan should avoid the Yan Kingdom first, travel to other places, endure hardships and work hard, and overcome hardships and dangers, so that we can have success in the future.
The opportunity will come back and compete with Yan State again!"
Wanyan Gao whispered: "My second brother is certainly right, but the current clan members may not be able to... Bring their belongings back to their ancestral land, even if they hide in the mountains, as long as they hold on, they will not be able to live a good life."
It would be too bad. If we fight against the Yan State, we have to cultivate future generations..."
Wanyan Aguda took away the elite who dared to fight, and they all died outside the Great Wall. The rest were not all incompetent, but most of them were greedy for pleasure and degenerated quickly. Wanyan Gao proposed to return to his ancestors.
Di, it was precisely because of this that he saw this, and the results of the divination confirmed his choice.
Having said this, Wanyan Wu Qimai took a deep breath: "Okay! I ordered Nianhan to lead two thousand cavalry to contain the Yan army on the front line and buy time for the people to return to their ancestral land."
He no longer hesitated, returned to the imperial eucalyptus, and handed it to Wanyan Gao himself.
Wanyan Gao took it, his eyes turned red, and he whispered: "Second brother has been hoping that we Jurchens will no longer use the Khitan language and have our own writing..."
Wanyan Wu Qimai showed a determined look: "Don't worry, I will definitely inherit the late emperor's legacy, our clan will survive, and the Jin Kingdom will not be destroyed! As long as the spirit is not lost, the Jurchens will slowly regain their strength, and one day, the Khitan will take over.
The dream of the Central Plains!”
The enthronement ceremony cannot be held during the extraordinary period. The change of title undoubtedly means that this person will succeed Wanyan Aguda and become the second emperor of the Jin Kingdom.
Wanyan Gao bowed down and saluted: "We support Your Majesty! The Kingdom of Jin will last forever!"
Seeing this brother getting up, dragging his still unhealed body, and starting to run again, Wanyan Wu Qibuy couldn't bear it at first, but then he called him back and asked, "Has Song Jiang surrendered?"
Wanyan Gao said: "This person is willing to work for divination, but he is unwilling to surrender to our Kingdom of Jin. It is very awkward. However, if there is no divination propaganda this time, all the ministries will not be so united. Such strange people and magic must be won over.
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Wanyan Wu Qimai said coldly: "The royal wine I gave you contains tiger wolf grass, you should feel it now..."
Wanyan Gao was startled at first, then realized that the specially given royal wine was actually poisonous, but he agreed very much: "Only our clan can prepare medicinal herbs for this poison and relieve the symptoms. If Song Jiang dares to show any abnormality, he will definitely die miserably."
, so tame, I’m not afraid of him not being obedient!”
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"Ahem!"
Song Jiang coughed violently, and at the same time he tightly covered his abdomen to hold back waves of overwhelming cramping pain.
There were Jin soldiers patrolling outside and keeping watch. Deng Fei was heartbroken, but he did not dare to speak loudly. Zhang Dun sat on the couch, holding his skinny hands on Song Jiang's shoulders, silently encouraging him.
Song Jiang forced out a smile and said in a very low voice: "It doesn't matter, I can hold on! The Jin man poisoned me, but it didn't kill me. He just believed in the divination results of Xuannv's class. Brother Bao's death was not in vain. All of this was for nothing."
worth!"
Thinking of Bao Xu's tragic death, his eyes turned red and he shed tears.
At this time, Deng Fei was more concerned about Song Jiang's health. In order to prevent the wall from having ears, he also said in an extremely low voice: "Brother, those golden people will not let you go!"
Song Jiang could not help but be frightened when he dreamed about it at midnight in the past few days, but at this time when facing Deng Fei, he was very calm and told: "The Jin people think that I will not return to the Central Plains until I am a greedy person who is afraid of death. You can do it for me."
Come forward and ask for the antidote. We have not succeeded until the golden man is on his way, and we must not waste all our efforts!"
Deng Fei nodded, waited until the tears in his eyes dried, and walked out.
Only then did Zhang Dun speak slowly, with sadness in his tone: "Gongming, you are still so young..."
Song Jiang smiled calmly: "Mr. Zhang, I am also afraid of death. I just think that my brothers are gone and I have to live alone. After all, I can't help them... I just don't know if Er Niang gave the letter to Yan Ting to correct me.
Waiting for fame..."
Zhang Dun said: "I am not immune to this, but we have no fault in this matter, let's just leave it to fate!"
Song Jiang prayed silently and began to endure the pain again.
Deng Fei came back soon and brought a bowl of decoction: "Brother, this is the antidote that the Jin people said, but it can't cure it!"
Song Jiang drank it all and soon fell ill with diarrhea.
Half an hour later, the pain was finally relieved, but my body was still aching and obviously much weaker.
He has practiced sticks since he was a child and has great ambitions to make great achievements. Although he is not very talented in martial arts, he can still fight in battle. Now that he is tortured by this poison, he may become weak and sick.
This was exactly the purpose of the Jin people. They abolished the threat of force and reduced it to a tool of divination. Sure enough, the emperor's brother Wanyan Gao soon showed up: "General Song, are you willing to come with us?"
Song Jiang showed his anger but dared not speak, and made a request: "Zhang Gong is old and can no longer suffer from the fatigue of traveling and horses. Let him stay in Shangjing, and I will go with you!"
With Wanyan Gao under control of the poison, Zhang Dun became secondary, not to mention that the eighty-year-old man would indeed die halfway through the bumpy journey, and there would be many twists and turns, so he pretended to be generous and said: "According to General Song's wishes, let Zhang Dun
How about the old prime minister staying in Shangjing?"
"good!"
Song Jiang and Deng Fei joined the Jurchen team and became the only two Han citizens in it, heading all the way from Shangjing to Huanglong Mansion.
Since Wanyan Aguda had made arrangements before leaving, it was not done hastily after the defeat. The carriage pulled the goods first, and the large group of people followed them. The movement was very fast, and they all arrived at Huanglong Mansion in just a few days, and then went to the ancestral land.
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"The Jurchen River, the Tiger River, we are back..."
The familiar environment came into view, and there was sadness in Wanyan Wu's begging tone.
Returning to this barren and harsh place is not a return to hometown with rich clothes, but a desperate situation. How can it not make people feel mixed emotions and feel endless sadness?
However, after feeling sad, Wanyan Wu Qimai still cautiously issued an order: "Send a few teams of seasoned hunters to take the lead into the mountains to search the situation and ensure that the ancestral land is intact!"
The first team to do this had already done this, but Wanyan Wu was still worried. At this time, he sent people again, and the news was the same as before: "There are more traces of wild beast activity, but everything else is as usual."
"Without the people in the ancestral land, wild beasts will naturally take over..."
Wanyan Wu Qimai didn't care about this. What he was afraid of was the Yan people setting up an ambush.
But when I think about it carefully, I think it's too exaggerated.
If the Yan army could descend with magic troops from the sky and go deep here to set up an ambush in advance, they could directly surround Shangjing without any extra effort.
"We Jurchens survived!"
Just as Wanyan Wu Qimai was sighing with a mixture of sadness and joy, on the hillside not far away, the air slowly fluctuated, and a huge lynx with a slender body and a gorgeous body walked out with elegant steps, looking agile and majestic, overlooking the entire scene.