Chapter three hundred and seventy-ninth the country is unparalleled in the high office
Wolf smoke was everywhere, the land of Youyan was filled with flames of war, and the already gloomy sky became even more desolate.
A pattering spring rain did not extinguish the fires everywhere, but instead filled the air with an unpleasant smell.
Through the morning mist, corpses scattered everywhere were vaguely visible. After a fierce battle last night, the Jurchens had cleared most of the surrounding Khitan soldiers and horses.
Standing on the tower of Yanjing City, Yelu Dashi's eyebrows were covered with dew. Looking through the morning fog, he saw that a Jurchen vanguard force of more than a hundred riders had arrived at the foot of Yanjing City.
The bags on each of their waists were filled to the brim, and the exposed tail feathers of arrowheads were covered with dew.
The rain washed every armor leaf clean, and the cold air that penetrated into people's hearts flashed in this early morning. The Jurchens were here, and they marched to the gates of Yanjing within a day!
Faster than anyone imagined, they swept away the outer resistance. The Khitan defenders on the city were all nervously watching the Jurchen Tatars below the city.
Because the Liao Emperor's personal expedition was so miserably defeated, many of the Liao soldiers who fled had never seen the Jurchens, but instead they were said to be monsters and monsters.
It is said that the Jurchens have strong and muscular bodies, all covered with animal skins. They are all ferocious gods who have come to the world. Their weapons are indestructible, so they can fight endlessly in bloody battles. Even the mounts on their crotches are ferocious beasts. They are hundreds of thousands in size.
Under the leadership of the Liao Emperor, the elite main force of the Liao Empire was wiped out by thousands of Jurchens!
Some people could not help but tremble with their hands, and fired their bows and arrows. The distance was beyond the range of the Khitan soldiers, and the Jurchens below the city laughed arrogantly.
One of the short and sturdy Tatars in animal armor pulled out his bow and arrow, bent it and shot. The arrow shot out quickly, grazed the side of the Yelu stone, and hit the wooden stake on the city. The arrowhead was nailed into the wood three-thirds of the way.
, the arrow tail is still buzzing.
The Jurchens shouted in a show of force and spoke some vulgar Jurchen slang. They were just mocking the Khitan soldiers for their poor arm strength and their inability to draw a stiff bow.
Yelu Dashi had already felt a gust of strong wind, and the tip of his nose trembled slightly with anger. His eyes were focused, and he stretched out his hand and said: "Bring me the bow."
Immediately, a soldier handed him the hard bow. Yelu Dashi bent the bow and drew the arrow in one go, shooting directly at the Jurchen Tatar who had just shot the arrow.
The Jurchen was unprepared and was shot in the arm by him, causing him to fall off his horse. The other Jurchens rushed forward to protect him and fled back to the rear. A burst of cheers like a roaring tsunami erupted from the tower.
Yelu Dashi was the Khitan's top scholar in both civil and military subjects. He could shoot a hard bow, but he himself did not have much success.
He is one of the few good players on the Khitan side, but the Jurchen Tatar just now was obviously an ordinary pioneer. The dew on the brim of his hat condensed and dripped onto the cold armor, and a chill enveloped the entire sky above Youyan.
On the Khitan city tower, there may not be many people whose archery skills can surpass those of the ordinary Jurchen Tatars just now. It is said that the Jurchen Tatars are good at fighting, and when I saw them today, they certainly lived up to their reputation. The only thing I could rely on was this solid city wall.
The Jurchens' light cavalry vanguard retreated, followed closely by the large Jurchen army. They began to drive countless students and build camps outside Yanjing City.
A sigh came, and Yelu Dashi frowned after hearing this. Just as he was about to turn around and scold him, he saw Yelu Chun coming. Yelu Dashi cupped his fists and said, "King Yan, there are countless Tatars under this city. Don't use arrows without eyes."
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Yelu Chun smiled bitterly and said: "I have also been on the battlefield to fight, but I don't have the courage to do so. You see, these Jin men are so arrogant that they even camped under our noses. Alas, it's all us descendants who are unworthy.
The Liao Dynasty was so majestic in the past, the Jurchens were just our slaves, and the Song people had to pay to keep us from going south. Now the Song people are building cities under our eyes, and the Jin people are camping under our eyes. The descendants of Yelu Abaoji are only
You can stay in the city and watch!"
After saying these few words, Yelu Dashi felt as if a huge boulder had hit his heart, and there was a sense of depression that had nowhere to vent, making his heart feel like it was going to explode.
Yelu Chun broke the arrows shot by the Jurchens on the pillar, threw them to the ground, and said sternly: "The people of Song Dynasty are the most frivolous, but this king is not as good as he wants, so he will turn this land of secluded swallows upside down.
What's the harm in sacrificing our lives to pay homage to the glory of our ancestors? I have made up my mind and swear to the death that I will not pay any money or return to the Song Dynasty until I myself die in battle."
Yelu Dashi was a little surprised. He looked at Yelu Chun and suddenly felt a sense of respect. But when he thought of what he said, if there was really a bloody battle here, it would be wiped out.
He was moved, but Yelu Dashi did not feel like a confidant. Instead, he became entangled in his heart. Only then did he see clearly that Yelv Chun was a hero, and Yelu Dashi was a tyrant who would not rather bend than bend.
The sound of the gathering drums was just a dull thump in the camp. Dozens of guards from the Long Live Battalion lined up on both sides, standing straight with their swords drawn, motionless.
Yang Lin faced the sand table in silence, waiting quietly for his generals to gather.
After learning that the marshal was back, all the Song troops in the camp rushed to their tents. Jin and Liao had already started fighting in Youyan. This land was nominally the territory of the Song Dynasty.
Letting others fight on their own land was a helpless move by a small and weak country, and was not what a powerful country like the Song Dynasty should do.
The generals entered the tent one by one, all looking at Yang Lin, eagerly waiting for orders.
When the others were almost here, Han Shizhong glanced at Yang Lin, who gave him a look. Han Shizhong stepped forward with a thin bamboo pole, pointed at Shapan Mountain and Yanjing and said: "The areas around Yanjing and up to the Gaoliang River are all
It is a flat river with no danger to defend. On the contrary, to the north, there are countless Great Wall passes standing in the middle of Yanshan Mountain. Now, these places have all been returned to the Jin people. Jurchen troops are just outside these passes, all over Youyan.
In Datong Prefecture in Yunzhou, there are still hundreds of thousands of Jin soldiers fighting against Yelu Yanxi. This is our opportunity. No Jurchen soldiers will continue to go south in the short term, and there is absolutely no possibility of the Liao army increasing.
This Khitan army is no longer tolerated by the Khitan court because of Yelu Chun, and no Khitan people will come to Youyan at this time."
Yang Lin nodded and said: "Everyone, do you hear me clearly? The opportunity has come, Jin and Liao are fighting, and we are the ones who are profiteering. Yelu Chun intends to fight the Khitan in a decisive battle at Yanjing, and keeps shrinking his troops to Yanjing City, haha,
All the ten states of Youyan are extremely empty, I am going to send people to persuade them to surrender one by one, and your troops and horses must be ready to respond at any time."
All the generals were stunned when they heard this. It turned out that this was not a war.
Han Shizhong agreed very much and asked: "Young Zai, the time has come. Who do you want to send to persuade us to surrender? We can set off now. It will be too late and we won't even be able to eat the soup."
Yang Lin looked outside the tent and said: "I have Gao Yanei, and I will take down the military state like a bag. I will wait for him for a long time and he will be there soon."