After the Chanyuan Alliance, the Song and Liao border areas were generally peaceful, but small fights continued.
However, there were frequent fights between the powerful Han people in Yan and the barbarians from other tribes.
These people settled in the border areas of Youyan. The tribes outside the Great Wall to the north of the Great Wall often went south to rob the Han people in Yan at the turn of autumn and winter. The people in charge of the Liao Kingdom had always treated these tribes in the north, as well as the barbarians from the military states in Yunnei.
It's just for comfort.
These small disputes in the Youyan border area mean that the robbery is in vain and the dead are in vain, forcing the people in the Youyan border area to form associations to defend themselves. Therefore, the Han people in the Yan area live in groups, train soldiers, and forge weapons, and gradually
Become a small force.
Most of these small forces are based on clans. They are not skilled in weapons and equipment, and most of them have experience in fighting and killing.
Some of them had already surrendered to Yang Lin, and almost the entire clan slowly moved out. Under the protection of the Song army, the Liao people tacitly pretended not to see it.
After all, their supplies now depend on Yang Lin. Yelu Dashi and Yelu Chun, the upper echelons, have given orders several times to try not to conflict with the Song people.
The Khitan soldiers have no intention of paying attention to the whereabouts of these Han people in Yan. In their view, the Jurchens who are coming are their victims. They don't know whether they can save their lives this time. Pessimism pervades the Khitan camp.
Some who were close to the Baigou River and thought of defecting to the Jurchens have been eliminated.
Now that the war is about to begin, the land of Youyan is clean, as if it was cleared specifically for this war.
In addition to the dozen or so military prefectures that are firmly controlled by the Khitan, more than a thousand Jurchen pioneer spies or soldiers of the Song Dynasty often appear on the land of Youyan.
Wang Zhen had just cleared another stubborn village and returned to the Mabaigou River camp. The bloodstains and knife marks on his body showed that the battle just now was not a one-sided massacre.
Wang Zhen was now getting more and more comfortable in commanding his soldiers and horses in battle. His soldier Wang Liu was hit by an arrow in his arm and screamed in pain.
Zheng She picked his ears with exaggerated movements, curled his lips and cursed with a smile: "Wang Liu, can you stop howling for a little while? My ears have been deafened by you."
"Go away, mother, you don't know how much it hurts me. Speaking of which, why is this dock wall so fierce, with three hundred elites riding nearly a thousand infantry? Is this still a banker? If you pull it out, it's just a military horse."
Wang Xun nodded and said with a smile: "There are not just some small households here. We have to be careful in the future. When troubled times come, all kinds of snakes, insects, birds and beasts will come out. Before the war, let's not tumble in the gutter.
Boat."
A group of people were laughing and chatting. The cavalry in front suddenly stopped their horses. Wang Zhen looked up and became nervous instantly.
The war horses were restrained by the knights on the horses, and each one stood up with a neighing sound. In front of them, there were dozens of war horses. In the lead was a man, short and strong, wearing a golden helmet, who was looking at them coldly.
Wang Zhen's eyes narrowed into slits, his eyebrows flew into his temples, and he held a spear in his hand. The people next to him also held their weapons tightly.
"It's not a Liao costume. Could it be that it's a Jurchen?"
Someone murmured, and everyone suddenly became more nervous. The fierce reputation of the Jurchen Tatars had long been spread throughout Youyan through the mouths of the Liao people.
The Jurchen Tatars on the opposite side were also sizing them up. There was no war between Song and Jin, and Wanyan Aguda was not arrogant enough to become enemies of Song and Liao at the same time. However, Song and Liao had already formed an alliance, and there were more than a dozen troops in Datong Prefecture who were ready to fight.
Wanxi Army.
Wang Zhen didn't know whether he should charge or wait for the other side to make the first move, so the two groups faced off like this.
The Golden Helmet general didn't know whether the group of people in front of him were scouts or whether there were any troops behind them. After careful consideration, he decided not to take the risk.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the golden-helmeted Jurchen general on the opposite side suddenly raised his hand and waved back. The Jurchen knight instantly turned back on his horse and galloped away.
Wang Xun let out a long sigh of relief and realized that the people around him were doing the same thing. They all looked at each other and wiped their foreheads in unison.
"Is this the Jurchen Tatar?" Wang Zhen was suddenly startled and said loudly: "The Jin people have arrived. Hurry back to the camp and report to the marshal."
In the distance, hundreds of thousands of Jin soldiers and horses divided into three groups and surrounded Jizhou City, Shunzhou City, and Tanzhou City, slowly approaching Yanjing City.
All the roads between the three cities were blocked and divided into isolated cities. The Jurchens were so confident that they were not afraid of the Khitans going out to fight in the city.
Countless soldiers and horses were stationed in Yandi. Looking from a distance, it was completely dark.
The whimpering sound of the horn sounded, echoing at the top of Tanzhou City, like a demonic sound urging death.
Before the Jurchens could settle down, they couldn't wait to launch an attack on the Khitan soldiers and horses on the periphery.
If you have a perspective from the sky at this time, you can see everything in the land of Youyan. You can clearly see that countless armies under various banners are going south and north, attacking and defending.
Hidden and hidden, together they set off the dust and smoke that filled the Youyan land——
After a trip to the seaside, Yang Lin, who was planning to build Tianjin Wei, was still on his way back.
Pegasus came to report the news, saying that the Jurchens had already invaded the territory with large numbers of troops, and the war in Yan was raging.
"It's here, it's finally here."
"It's still here."
Yang Lin and Han Shizhong looked at each other and said loudly: "You have superb equestrian skills. Don't worry about me. Go back quickly, gather your troops and horses, send out scouts and spies, and keep a close eye on Yanjing. Once a Liao envoy leaves the city, he will escort us to us at all costs."
In the camp, we can fight if necessary!"
Han Shizhong didn't even answer, and just patted his horse and left. Zongze stepped forward and said: "Young Master, the Jin-Liao War has already begun, but their battlefield, the Youyan Ten Prefectures, is actually our territory of the Song Dynasty. The Liao Emperor signed an alliance and ceded it.
How could we let them destroy it like this?"
Yang Lin glared at him and said: "I know what you are thinking. When the time comes, I will naturally send troops. Otherwise, don't make any noise. To tell you the truth, a dozen military states are nothing. If they are destroyed and rebuilt, I
We must take back Youyan with the minimum cost of casualties. Although the bloody battle sounds heroic, we don't know how to attack the enemy."
Zongze raised his head and wanted to argue a few words, but was speechless for a moment. As if he had a mirror in his mind, he clearly told himself that the young master in front of him was not a timid person.
But I just don’t know how he could be so calm at such a young age. It has exceeded the limit of everyone’s tolerance. Seeing Jin and Liao fighting in the homeland of the Han family, they refused to send troops. If the Jin people were really defeated
Taking over, losing the opportunity, how can one bear this crime?
When the time comes, there will naturally be a few lines of infamy left in the history books for shrinking back and missing an eternal opportunity, for countless generations to scold.
Under Yang Lin's calm expression, the hand holding the horse's reins was trembling, and he thought to himself: Damn it, it's finally here. The fate and future of the three countries, the ambitions and merits and demerits of the heroes, millions of
The life and death of our people depends on this battle.
I, Yang Lin, is the protagonist of Youyan’s drama!