The Jurchens rebelled and captured and massacred Ningjiang Prefecture.
It did not cause the slightest disturbance in the Song Dynasty. Almost no one knew about it. There were numerous rebellions in the Liao Dynasty. This time there were only 2,000 people and they conquered a ruined state capital. The Khitans themselves did not take it seriously.
Xiao Fengxian sent his younger brother Xiao Sixian to lead an army to gain military merit. Xiao Sixian ate, drank and had fun along the way. By the time they arrived at Huanglong Mansion, the Jurchens had firmly occupied Ningjiang Prefecture.
Before the Liao army could gather, Aguda took a preemptive strike and ordered Wanyan Yinshuke and Wanyan Loushi to move Lie and Yanmu as generals. They killed many people in Jiangning Prefecture and enslaved countless people as slaves.
After arriving at Huanglong Mansion, Xiao Sixian casually sent out 7,000 people without paying any attention to the battle at the front, thinking that these 7,000 people could easily put down the rebellion.
As for letting him go to the front line, it was simply impossible. Xiao Si had more than a dozen beauties waiting on him when he went to the toilet in Shangjing. How could he go to such a bitter cold place to suffer the cold?
Seven thousand Liao soldiers, known as one hundred thousand, slowly approached Ningjiang Prefecture.
The night was drooping, and dark clouds piled up in the night sky, pressing directly on the top of the city. The stars were blocked from sight. Inside and outside the city, only the sound of the cold wind was heard.
On this night, you couldn't see your fingers. Only the fires burning on the small forts guarding the city walls reflected the snowflakes flying and falling in the air.
In Wanyan Aguda's big tent, all the Jurchen Tatars were a little afraid, including Wanyan Aguda himself.
Of the 100,000 Liao troops, there were only more than 2,000 of them, and the population including cannon fodder was only 10,000.
The yellow light emitted by the torch shone on the faces of the generals. Wanyan Agu looked around with eyes like a hawk, stood up and said: "I am ready to take the initiative to attack, so that the Liao dogs are caught off guard."
These Jurchen generals were a little frightened, but no one was timid. They all stood up after hearing the words.
Aguda saw that the generals were willing to fight, nodded with satisfaction, and said in a deep voice: "It's snowing tonight, so the Liao dogs must not be prepared, let alone think that we dare to attack the camp. We just went to fight tonight, so that we could gain a big victory."
Win!"
Everyone was apprehensive, just like they were when they were young and went hunting for bears for the first time with the elders of the tribe. They embarked on the road to the night attack with excitement and some nervousness and fear.
The Liao army was claimed to be one hundred thousand, but in fact it was only seven thousand
Chuhedian, Liao army camp.
The cold wind howled at night, and the Liao soldiers from Huanglong Mansion were a little irritable. There were many small tribes that rebelled. The Jurchens were the first to rebel in the freezing and snowy winter.
In their respective camps, the Khitan people cursed and cursed with their arms pillowed on their pillows, and discussed heatedly how to humiliate them after defeating the Jurchens to vent their anger.
The bonfire burning in the big tent erupted with sparks from time to time. The young general Yelu Sheshi ordered the soldiers around him to go out and get some firewood.
A shrill scream came from the night sky. Covered by the cold wind, it did not attract attention. The Liao army's determination to underestimate the enemy was clearly revealed. There was only one hidden sentry, which was easily shot by a Jurchen spy who was a hunter.
Twenty-five hundred Jurchen Tatars took advantage of the darkness to rush into the Liao camp and set fire to it first.
Under the firelight, Wanyan Agu took the lead, and the horses with their hoofs neighed and rushed into the Liao army camp.
At this time, the Jurchens had lost their cowardice on the road, roared and rushed into the enemy camp, with murderous intent, wielding their scimitars to massacre the Liao soldiers who had escaped from the fire in the camp.
Yelu Sheshi came out in armor and yelled loudly, ordering his men to meet the enemy. Wanyan Aguda saw clearly, drew his arrow and bent his bow, and shot one arrow through Yelu Sheshi's throat, nailing him in front of the tent.
The Liao soldiers who had lost their general hurriedly picked up the weapons at hand. After rushing out, they first looked around and found that the camp was full of fire and Jurchen Tatars.
Even in the long course of history, you have to admit the war talent of the Tatars, who have been hated by us Han people for generations. They are killing machines on the battlefield in the cold weapon era.
As for the so-called Eight Banners cavalry in later generations, compared with these Jurchen Tatars, they are really not good enough.
The Han family, who grew up playing in the farmland, couldn't bear to kill chickens for the first time and their hands were shaking. However, they have been going to the bitter cold land to hunt bears, call deer, and stab tigers since they were young.
The Jurchens who fought for the first time had the most ferocious spirit in their bones. It seemed that this nation had existed for hundreds of years just for the killing at this moment.
The firelight shone on the faces of the Jurchens, from Wanyan Aguda to any ordinary Tatar soldier, they all had the same expression, ferocious, bloodthirsty and excited.
The Liao soldiers' counterattack quickly turned into a rout, and the relationship between the two sides changed from enemies fighting each other to that of hunters and prey.
Stepping on the numerous corpses scattered throughout the camp, Wanyan Aguda looked around at the generals around him and suddenly burst into laughter.
Yin Shuke, Lou Shi, Yi Lie, and Yan Mu, who were later known as beast generals with bloody hands, also laughed along with the leader.
In the second year of Tianqing of the Liao Dynasty, the Liao army's vanguard Yelu Sheshi was killed in battle, and all seven thousand vanguards died. The Jurchens received several times as many people, animals, chariots, horses, and soldiers as their own. History books call it the Battle of Chuhedian.
The Jurchens finally attracted the attention of Khitan senior officials——
In a spacious hall in Zhaodefang, Bianliang City, the Great Song Dynasty, the statue of Laojun smiling very kindly was displayed.
Under the statue is a high platform, with a three-legged gilded animal-head incense burner emitting curls of green smoke, and bursts of soothing incense fill the room, making the place feel like a fairyland.
Yang Lin was sitting on the futon with his eyes closed. The futon beside him was surrounded by six Taoist boys, faintly arranged in a seven-star formation.
Zhongshi and a few Western Army disciples who had stayed in Bianliang stood in the audience, sweat dripping from their foreheads.
They had been watching here for a long time. Yang Lin didn't even want to say anything to them. The master of cultivation finally couldn't bear it anymore and bowed and said: "Young Zai, this time we came to Beijing to apologize to the Young Zai."
Yang Lin didn't even raise his eyelids, and waved his hand to signal the Taoist boys to leave: "You guys should step aside first."
Several little Taoist boys said together: "Yes, great uncle."
After they all retreated, Yang Lin suddenly jumped up and kicked the futon on the stage away.
"The Western Army is very capable, and its methods of raising bandits are wonderful. Why don't you teach it to me, and I will learn from it too."
There was a thud in the seeding center: Sure enough, Shaozai has already guessed it, or he has lost the information. It’s ridiculous that a group of us still want to hide the truth and cause a border war. This time, we can ask for Shaozai’s forgiveness, otherwise
The Western Army has taken shelter in the DPRK, and there will be countless open and covert arrows coming, and it will be a matter of time before it is disbanded.
"Young Master, please calm down. The subordinates have realized their mistake."
The more Yang Lin thought about it, the angrier he became. The Khitan's predicament in the northwest exposed their weak national power.
People from all walks of life who are ready to make a move have long been eyeing this twilight beast. There are many people who want to replace it and become the Lord of the North.
What Yang Lin didn't know yet was that someone had already started taking action, and it was the group of people he least expected to see.