Chapter 352 When the country is subjugated, people are not as good as dogs
When the Jurchens came to the city, they did not care about punishing these young Khitan generals. Instead, they needed to support them and inspire the Khitan people's will to resist.
For a time, these dozen or so people were very enthusiastic, and Gao Handle and others were also in a hurry.
After going to Beijing to stay behind, Ta Buye stood on the high tower with a smug look on his face.
He did not participate in Yelu Yanxi's personal expedition. As for the defeat of the 700,000-strong army, Ta Buye believed that it was purely because the emperor was a fool.
Seven hundred thousand versus twenty-five thousand, even if you spit, you can still drown the opponent, or at least you can be sickened to death.
The Battle of Tokyo and the fall of more than fifty states were fought by the Bohai people. What does it have to do with the Jurchen Tatars?
With this idea in mind, Ta Buye climbed up to the city tower with great courage, hoping to give the Jurchens, who were in the limelight recently, a blow in the head.
The Khitan warriors were sleeping on their pillows without taking off their clothes, and were in full formation waiting for the Jurchens to attack the city.
In the gray sky, the dark clouds are getting thicker and thicker, the sky is gradually getting darker, and the snowflakes are still falling.
Looking down from the top of the city, the Jurchen army and horse camp in the snowy wilderness can be seen clearly.
Most of the soldiers at the top of the city had heard of the ferocity of the Jurchen Tatars. Everyone was wearing armor and carrying soldiers, and looked nervously at the Jurchen army and horse camp.
Everyone was guarding their fighting positions, and the knuckles holding their weapons were turning white. There were occasional movements on the quiet city wall, and the soldiers nervously swallowed a mouthful of cold saliva.
Every thirty steps on the city wall, a fire was lit, and an iron pot the size of a millstone was hung on it. The golden juice inside was already boiling, gurgling and emitting an unpleasant smell. The so-called "golden juice" was not
Gold is boiled into water.
Boiled excrement and urine, known as "golden juice", was widely used in ancient city defense. Not only can it kill enemies by scalding it, but the excrement is dirty and the wounds are rotten, making it difficult to treat. Boiled "golden juice" is more likely to cause skin ulcers.
Accelerating the entry of germs into the human body and accelerating the death of the enemy can be said to be the earliest biochemical weapon.
Moreover, this thing is of high quality and low price. When combined with the catapult, it becomes the "infamous" biochemical cannon. The hot and smelly "boiling water golden juice" not only irritates the enemy, but also burns and infects the enemy. It is simply a necessary magic weapon for defending the city.
Under the city wall, there were military generals shouting orders, urging the civilians and auxiliary soldiers to bring up more rolling wood, stone arrows, and crossbow bolts.
A group of archers took out the greased bowstrings and crossbow strings from the bag, carefully wiped off the grease, hung them on the bow arms and crossbow arms, and adjusted the string force in silence. Then they lined up and went to the iron
Next to the pot, dip the arrowheads in golden juice.
Ta Buye strolled on the city tower and saw the officers and soldiers under his command, who were silent and nervous. Everyone tensed up.
"Haha, the Jurchen Tatars have nothing to fear. Since ancient times, people like to brag about how brave their enemies are after losing battles. In my opinion, they are all cowards trying to hide their own shame. They all say that the fucking Jurchens can fight, I
I don’t believe it, but I don’t believe it. These short winter melons, lying on the ground as tall as standing, can do anything.
You have never been to Shangjing, and have never seen much of the world. When I went to the Jurchen tribe to pass the order to sleep with whichever girl I wanted, their men were watching from behind, not even daring to let out a fart.
How can this kind of inferior product be able to break through the capital city that I'm fighting with? Bah! It's just a fucking daydream."
When he said this, the tense and oppressive atmosphere at the top of the city was relieved, and a few soldiers couldn't help laughing.
Although Ta Buye seems relaxed, in fact he has been cursing his mother in his heart. Those losers who came to the capital and promised to recruit more soldiers have not seen a single bird feather yet.
A dozen little beasts just killed a group of sleeping Jurchen envoys and were praised to the sky. The soldiers who defended the country and the city could not even feed their mothers.
Suddenly, a desolate horn sound sounded, and groups of Jurchen knights from the opposite camp rushed out, picking up snow dust and galloping back and forth at the edge of the crossbow range of the fortress.
Immediately, all the Jurchen knights shouted loudly, laughed, cursed and whistled in the direction of the tower, showing off their power. They seemed to know what psychological warfare was.
The more they behaved like this, the more confident they seemed to be, and they did not take the Khitan people in the city seriously. As expected, the Khitan soldiers who had just relaxed a little became nervous again.
The bows and arrows in many people's hands were fired without permission without the order to shoot. They did not hurt the Jurchens at all, but only caused another round of ridicule.
Then several more horns sounded in the Jurchen camp, and the Jurchen knights who had just come out gradually gathered their mounts and spread them to both sides.
The sound of people shouting and horses neighing stopped for a moment, and then the rustling sound of people stepping on the snow was heard. This kind of sound was gathered together. To make this sound, there must be tens of thousands of people.
Sure enough, in sight, nearly 10,000 Khitan students, who had been kidnapped by the Jurchen Tatars, were wearing ragged clothes and pushing crudely made rickshaws on the snowy ground.
Behind the row of cars, there was still a group of prisoners carrying dozens of long ladders.
The Jurchens were not Song soldiers, so they could not build good ladders at all. These long ladders were not even worthy of being called ladders.
They have neither a weighted base nor a stacking hook on the top, let alone those high-end products that have a base to push and a hanging door on top that can carry more than ten soldiers straight to the top of the city.
Behind these simple and crude siege equipment, there is a dense crowd of people, most of whom are blue and white with cold faces, and their expressions are numb. The weapons in their hands are sharp-headed wooden sticks that have been hastily chopped.
These prisoners were both male and female, old and young, and they were all Khitans from villages near Shangjing. They struggled to move forward on the snow, and many of their bare feet were cracked by the frost, leaving behind shocking traces of blood.
Every step is the gap between life and death.
The inhumane Jurchen knights galloped back and forth on both sides, shouting loudly, and urging the group to move forward with the whip covering their heads and faces. The cold and blood-stained riding whip was waving loudly, beating these people mercilessly.
Healthy mouth.
No one tried to hide and escape, they just endured numbly and moved forward step by step. In the dark and dense team composed of nearly 10,000 cannon fodder, not even a single cry or cry could be heard.
Every ferocious barbarian tribe has a similar cannon fodder team, just like the young masters composed of Han'er in the Xixia formation back then.
It's just that the current group of people is worse than the "colliding sons". The Jurchens don't care about their life or death at all, as long as this group of people push the siege equipment to the bottom of the city and consume the rolling stones, wood and gold of the defenders on the city.
juice.
If the Khitans wanted to block the attack of this group of people, they could only shoot their own bows, arrows, stones and gold juice at the heads of their own people and pour it on them.
These students were all from outside the capital city, and the Khitan soldiers and horses guarding the city knew that there might be relatives of their own here.
Even in troubled times, when we are fighting for our lives all day long, it is more often soldiers against soldiers, and generals against each other.
Only the Jurchens could handle such a grand scene of being driven to death and treated like pigs and dogs.
The tarts on the city tower are not wild, and the scalp is numb when you look at them. These numb compatriots are like dead corpses and will consume the weapons they have carefully prepared for the Jurchen Tatars to defend the city.
"Fuck those Tatars, you are so inhumane." He spat, Ta Buye drew his sword and ordered that no gold juice should be used, and he could only use bows and arrows to kill these living creatures.
The Jurchen horn sounded again, and Ta Buye's face changed from impatience to madness, and he yelled: "The hell is over!"
This time, more Jurchen army horses came out, and these Jurchen army horses were different from the light cavalry in front. Everyone was wearing heavy armor, the horses were wrapped in felt, and they were carrying hard bows and long soldiers. Teams of them were pouring out like a torrent.
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At the end, there were armored cavalry with men wearing heavy armor and horses covered with horse armor. There were hundreds of cavalry in a large area with cold light.
These heavy cavalry were surrounded by a tall black flag. Under the flag was the Jurchen general Wanyan Mu who was attacking the city.
Wanyan Chan's mother is Aguda's half-brother. He is brave and good at fighting, and takes the lead in every battle.
Gao Yongchang of the Bohai Sea was wiped out by him. In the history of later generations, this dog thief tortured many emperors and concubines of the Song Dynasty to death. "Jin Luo died in Duo'ang Muzhai on October 26th." A cold stroke in the history books is
The story of a fresh young princess, Ande Diji Zhao Jinluo, who was tortured to death in less than a month.
Slowly, the students approached the city wall of Shangjing, Tabuye waved the command flag, but saw the sergeants looking at each other, their hands and feet trembling.
The bows and arrows in their hands did not dare to shoot at the crowd below. Who knew if their grandparents, wives and children were among them.
Wanyan's mother gave a cruel smile, pointed at the battlefield in front of her with a riding crop, and said with a smile: "The second king is right. Without the blood of tens of thousands of people, how can these Khitan barbarians be shocked? After the city is broken,
, clean it up, and kill tens of thousands more people so that they don’t dare to resist, then this is truly a place for us Jurchens.”
After saying that, the Jurchens blew the horn again, and the students suddenly became nervous, holding wooden sticks in their hands and started running towards the tower.
Sure enough, the Jurchens behind them started shooting arrows, and those who ran slowly were shot at random.
The wave of people was getting closer and closer, and the Jurchen knights who had been adhering to supervise the battle had reined in their mounts and stopped outside the range of their crossbows. The soldiers they were chasing did not stop, but they continued to move forward, already being killed by the crossbows of the Khitan defenders.
Within the range.
"What are you waiting for? Let's fire off the arrows!" Tabuye roared and personally led his soldiers to start firing arrows.
The Khitan defenders had red eyes, cried and drew out their bows and arrows and shot at their relatives and friends.
The crowds of people below the city didn't even have clothes, let alone armor. When an arrow was fired from the top of the city, the city suddenly fell to pieces. A crudely made platoon car was even scattered by crossbow arrows, causing sawdust to fly everywhere and pierce into the human body.
The sound of screams suddenly boomed.
The blood suddenly dyed the ice and snow in a shocking red
The Khitan people at the top of the city were already red-eyed, crying and shouting, and shooting cold arrows into the numb mouth.
The people in the city feared the Jurchens even more than death, so they bravely ran forward to die.
"Don't be a slave to a subjugated country. When a country is subjugated, humans are inferior to dogs." Looking at such a tragic image, Ma Kuo whispered to Yu Wenxuzhong from the observation deck in the distance.
Gao Bing looked a little excited and said in a low voice: "If I don't take the Liao Lord to escape now, how long will it take?"
Yu Wenxuzhong said categorically: "We are outsiders after all. We can only persuade, not lead! Among the Khitan nobles, there are many who have ulterior motives. If we take Yelu Yanxi to escape, we will definitely be killed by them."
A group of people discussed it and decided to go to Xiao Fengxian together and let the treacherous prime minister take the emperor with him and escape to Beijing together.
When the Khitan was about to die, they ushered in such a group of pests. It was really bad luck for eight lifetimes.