Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty-Three Song Envoys Should Be the First of the Great Liao Dynasty
On the outer building of Shangjing City, Ta Buye was still resisting the Shengkou army. These Khitan compatriots had consumed more than half of his defense weapons.
Before the new rolling stones and wood were brought up, in the Jurchen camp below, the sound of the trumpet sounding like a warning sounded again.
This time, not only Ta Buye, but also all the Khitan people were a little desperate, because another dark area of life was driven out of the Khitan camp.
Shangjing, as the capital of the Khitan, has always been the second most densely populated place in the vast Khitan Empire, second only to the land of Youyan snatched from the Central Plains.
The wild and cruel laughter of the Jurchen Tatars rang out, urging these students to rush to the tower where corpses were everywhere.
For the first time since the start of the war, Tarbuye closed his eyes in despair and ordered the use of the bed crossbow.
The name of the Liao people's country is Bintie, and they started their business by forging iron.
The smelting level of the Liao Dynasty was not inferior to that of the Song Dynasty, and even exceeded it in some places.
Whether they are arrow clusters or crossbow arrows, they are all made of fine iron arrowheads, and armor-piercing shovels with beryllium barbs are specially made for bloodletting.
These things were originally prepared for the elite Jurchen soldiers, but now they have to be used on their own people.
Using such a sharp weapon to kill an unarmored creature is like using a Japanese knife to cut a watermelon. When it touches human flesh and blood, it pierces deeply.
Some crossbow machines are even too powerful, and the crossbow arrows have no tail feathers. When they go in from the front and out from the back, they can make two bloody holes in a person's body at once, piercing the person to death!
Under the intimidation of the Jurchen Tatars' whips and swords and arrows, the slowly advancing wave of people suddenly turned into pieces. Only after the people arrived did the screams sound earth-shattering. The numb crowd suddenly became commotion and reacted.
Those who were in a hurry immediately retreated, and those who couldn't escape retreated behind the dozens of cars pushing towards them.
The shoddy row of cars could not block the rain of arrows at all, and instead the wood chips were scattered everywhere.
Sawdust flew everywhere and penetrated deep into the flesh, and the people hiding behind the row of cars let out heart-rending screams. Some people couldn't help but roll on the snow to fight for their lives, blood spurted out, and a thin layer of snow covered them.
It had long been melted by blood and water and turned into a land of blood and mud.
The people in front of the Shengkou army screamed and howled as they were shot by the Khitan defenders, and suddenly there was another shrill cry from behind the army.
It turned out that there were a few people who were about to turn around and run away. They were shot by the escorting Jurchen army with their bows drawn. Their aim was still above the Khitan defenders. As they galloped and fired, every arrow hit the face or the door.
Heart.
The weight and shape of the arrows used by the Jurchens were all made by Bohai craftsmen, and their thickness and length exceeded those of the Song and Liao armies.
Because the Jurchen Tatars had strong arms, even the powerful bows used by Song and Liao soldiers could not produce powerful shots.
Without armor to protect themselves, no one would be able to survive if they were hit by an arrow. The Tatars would kill indiscriminately at the eye sockets, throats and other places, laughing and shouting cruelly, taking pleasure in the slaughter.
With the same hail of arrows, the twenty or thirty prisoners who turned around and fled back were wiped out almost instantly!
A few cavalrymen were galloping behind and shouting in broken Khitan, saying that those who retreated would die.
After the bed crossbow and other sharp weapons were laid out, the army of raw mouths fell down one after another like mowing grass.
However, the Khitan soldiers guarding the city showed no signs of joy. On the contrary, the Jurchens behind were laughing and shouting without paying any attention.
Just when Ta Buye and his men breathed a sigh of relief, the damn horn sounded again
The Khitan defenders, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, heard the sound of magic ringing in their ears, and a feeling of despair filled the tower.
This time, twice as many civilian slaves were driven out of the military camp by the Jurchens and carried out a suicidal attack on the city.
Ma Kuo, who was watching the battle from a distance, was also completely dumbfounded. He and Yu Wenxuzhong looked at each other and saw the look in each other's eyes.
Even with all the difficulties and dangers, these inhumane Jurchen Tatars cannot be allowed to go south to the Central Plains.
At this time, Gao Bing had already rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion with Qin Hui. Xiao Fengxian was a good player in internal fighting, but in running the country and the army, he was a stick.
Now he is busy packing up his belongings, and has mobilized the prepared soldiers to carry them overnight.
Countless boxes were put in carriages and transported out to the capital. After the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion came in, they lowered their heads and said: "Prime Minister, the envoy of the Song Dynasty, Gao Bing, Qin Hui, would like to see you."
Xiao Fengxian's eyes lit up, he straightened his clothes and said: "Please come quickly."
Daliao has reached this point, and everyone knows that it will be destroyed sooner or later. Now Xiao Fengxian has begun to plan his own way out.
There is only the best choice in the Song Dynasty. The prosperity there is like paradise, especially the splendor of Bianjing, which is unforgettable.
Xiao Fengxian visited Bianliang once as an envoy to the Liao Dynasty when he was young. In his opinion, it was a fairyland on earth.
The Khitan's national power was not weaker than that of the Song Dynasty, but the five Khitan capitals combined were as humble as a village in front of Bianliang.
After Gao Bing came in, he was not scornful at all because of the Khitan's current situation, and respectfully paid homage to the Prime Minister together with Qin Hui.
Xiao Fengxian smiled bitterly and said: "I never thought that our hard work would still allow the Jurchen Tatars to develop momentum. Now that the country is in crisis, I wonder what the envoys of the Song Dynasty have planned?"
Gao Bing's expression became serious and he said solemnly: "The Liao and Song Dynasties are brotherly states. They have been good neighbors for hundreds of years. Although there are minor differences, they have always been allies in major matters.
We were ordered to come to the Liao Dynasty, and naturally we had to represent the Song Dynasty and protect the Jurchens for His Majesty the Lord of Liao.
If you really can't resist, you should protect the safety of Lord Liao. The two of us are here just to let the Prime Minister take your majesty's safety as the top priority and take your majesty out of Beijing in time."
"Leave to go to Beijing?" Xiao Fengxian was a little surprised. This is the capital of the Khitan.
"That's right, after leaving Shangjing, the so-called green hills are left, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood. As long as Your Majesty does not die, the Khitan Kingdom still has more than a million soldiers and horses. Once King Qin's army arrives, he will definitely be able to march eastward and wipe out the Tatars.
But if something happens to your majesty, the Khitan will soon fall into chaos, fight on their own, and the internal strife will continue. The Jurchens will be able to take advantage of the situation and defeat them one by one, and no one will be able to save the Khitan."
When Xiao Feng first heard this, he was very happy. It was such a good reason to escape. I was so anxious that I didn't think of it. Sure enough, Song people are good at escaping. The key is that escaping is said to be so tragic, as if it is a fight to the death. It's really a bit
Taoism.
He stepped forward and held Gao Shan's shoulders, and said emotionally: "The Han people have a saying, the strong wind knows the strong grass. Now I know who is Daliao's friend. Don't worry, I will take you into the palace right now. Go
Convince His Majesty to leave Beijing."
"I am leaving Beijing temporarily." Qin Hui, who was wilting, kindly reminded him from the side.
Xiao Feng was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, we are leaving Beijing temporarily, and we will come back sooner or later."