Chapter two hundred and sixty-six rate beasts cannibalism
Yang Lin chatted with Zheng Shen for a few words, and then he couldn't wait to bring the topic to Xiulou.
Zheng Shen is the father-in-law of the country. His daughter did not give birth to a prince. He wants to leave some political foundation for future generations in the court. He has neither the ability nor the opportunity.
Zheng Shen, who saw this clearly, pursued for the rest of his life just to collect more money.
However, Yang Lin had no interest in dealing with an old money geek. When the people from the Long Live Camp came back, he stood up and said, "Now that we have taken care of the yard, we will make plans when we get back. Your Majesty personally ordered this matter, so we must do it to perfection.
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Several craftsmen from the Long Live Battalion nodded in agreement. Yang Lin held up his belt and said with a smile: "In this case, I will take my leave."
Zheng Shen hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay: "What's wrong with this? It's troublesome for Shao Zai to worry about us. Could it be that Zheng can't even get a meal? If Shao Zai doesn't mind, he must have lunch before leaving."
Yang Lin waved his hand, rejected his kindness, and said bluntly: "Since I have accepted your majesty's mission, I will not bother you from time to time in the future. Grand Master, just don't find it annoying."
After boarding the carriage, Yang Lin looked through the curtain and saw a sophisticated carriage parked in front of the house. He opened the curtain and saw two girls getting off the carriage arm in arm. He couldn't help but smile.
How could Duan Miaozhen not recognize Yang Lin's bicycle frame? She had been made limp in it seven or eight times. There was her lover inside the curtain of the bicycle, and Duan Miaozhen smiled brightly towards it.
Zheng Yunyao tilted her head, looked at her, and said strangely: "Sister Miaozhen, what are you laughing at?"
Duan Miaozhen stroked the black hair beside her ear and said with a sweet smile: "I remembered something happy."
In the carriage, Yang Lin was half-lying on the couch, spreading his hands and muttering to himself: "As expected of Master Li, he is really fucking hollowed out."——
The autumn mood in Bianliang is getting stronger. Thousands of miles away, Huanglong Mansion has long been covered with ice and snow.
Heavy snow fell one after another, and the ground on Khitan Tokyo Road was covered in white.
Amidst the falling snowflakes, the Lai Liushui River was frozen into a long line of solid ice. A group of knights wore thick animal skins and carried bows and arrows at their waists. Their iron-shod horses' hooves turned and trampled the remaining ice and snow all the way.
Dance.
The sound of hoofbeats was quickly drowned in the howling north wind. Winter had just arrived, and the roads were blocked by heavy snow. It was by no means a suitable time for large-scale military operations.
In this extremely bad weather, the Jurchen leader Wanyan Aguda gathered 2,500 people and launched an army to rebel against the Liao Dynasty.
The Jurchens have already demonstrated their ferocity, brutality and strong fighting power. They destroyed other tribes' fortresses along the way like a whirlwind, searched for their food and grass, slaughtered their old and weak, and forced the young and strong to carry supplies to them from behind. They just refused to listen.
The Jurchens who gave the order also slaughtered their leaders and tribesmen, and collected their food, grass and luggage.
The mountains are blocked by heavy snow, and no one will spread the news in such a remote place.
Two thousand people, covered in blood along the way, finally reached Ningjiang Prefecture, the only Khitan city within dozens of miles.
The city walls of Ningjiang Prefecture are low and dilapidated, and there are no ancillary defensive facilities. The defensive equipment is also empty.
From a geographical point of view, Ningjiang Prefecture controls many tribes in Tokyo Road and is a rare military town. To the east of Ningjiang Prefecture, there live the Bohai people, Jurchens, Tieli, Wujia, Turks, Dangxiang, etc.
Tribes all gather in groups.
But Daliao had no troops to garrison
There were not even a single soldier on the city wall. The magistrate of Ningjiang Prefecture was still heating up the stove in his room, and the sounds of fighting and mourning could be heard.
He frowned and pushed open the door. Cold wind poured in, and he saw a tall, cold-blooded Jurchen standing in front of him, with a broad face and a square mouth.
"Wanyan Aguda? Do you want to rebel?"
Ningjiang Prefecture is close to the Wanyan tribe and is the front line of Khitan rule over the Jurchens. In the past, this prefect often went to the Jurchen tribes to show off their power and brutally oppressed the Jurchens.
There are dozens of Jurchen tribes, and there are no less than thirty wives and daughters of the chiefs who he forcibly introduced and played with.
With just one glance, he recognized these Jurchens, and the previous majesty came to his mind again, and he even opened his mouth to scold them out of habit.
Before the next curse could be uttered, he was greeted by a blade that struck like lightning, slicing his face away. Wanyan Agu kicked the body away and walked into the house.
His men filed in and quickly killed all the men, women, and children here. The blood was mixed with the warmth of burning charcoal, and the smell was extremely unpleasant.
None of the Tatars present had any reaction. This kind of bloodshed was familiar and intimate to them.
Wanyan Aguda looked around. He saw that all his cronies were there. They were all warriors who could hunt bears in the forest. He finally said: "The Khitan is nothing special. You can gain more by killing people than by hunting. We are the ones who looted Ningjiang Prefecture today."
This is the beginning of the Jurchens' control over the world and the destruction of the Khitan. Whoever grabs the wealth of the children in the city gets the final say. After staying in the city for three days, we will go and conquer the Huanglong Mansion."
Earth-shaking cheers resounded inside and outside the room. The thick Jurchen warriors waved their weapons, released their throats, and roared out like wolves.
Agudaju was sitting in Zhizhou's room, supporting his forehead with one hand and gently tapping the handle of the sword on his waist with the other. He sat quietly, waiting for his men to turn Ningjiang Prefecture into a human hell.
The situation in various places in Tokyo Province and the Khitan's reaction after hearing about his uprising had been rehearsed countless times in his mind.
Several Jurchen guards stood with swords in hand, all with excitement on their faces, like ghosts grinding their teeth and sucking blood.
Who would have thought that the Jurchen army and horses, which had been humiliated for hundreds of years, would cross the dangerous mountains and reach Ningjiang Prefecture in this freezing weather.
For hundreds of years, he has fished and hunted in the white mountains and black waters, and chased animals in the ice and snow. The toughness and fierceness he has honed finally broke out at this moment.
Two thousand five hundred sturdy Jurchen Tatars, wrapped in layers of animal skins and armed with scimitars and sharp arrows hanging from their waists, broke through the unguarded Ningjiang Prefecture gate with almost no effort.
Few armies in the past and present have been able to march in such heavy snow, let alone attack a city and kill people.
Door after door was kicked open, and before the Khitan people had time to react, their heads were chopped off with a knife.
It was noon, and every family was cooking on the stove. The Jurchen Tatars were sitting in the owner's house, stepping on the corpses that had just been killed, holding bloody knives. After eating, they looked around the room with wolf-like eyes.
's female relatives.
The Khitan soldiers and horses gathered slowly and without any resistance, and the small town desperately suffered the Jurchen massacre.
In the winter of the second year of Tianqing in Daliao, the weather was much colder than in previous years.
The leader of the Jurchen Wanyan tribe summoned all the Jurchen tribes, climbed out of the mountains and crossed the frozen glaciers, and captured Ningjiang Prefecture.