There are soldiers charging into battle everywhere, shouting to kill Zhentian, and there are dead bodies lying in pools of blood everywhere, and they will never get up again.
A huge boulder happened to smash the city gate. Song Army Commander Han Shizhong immediately gathered his warriors to rush through the door. Xiao Qian on the opposite side also adapted to the situation and looked for the last chance. The duel between attacking and defending the city evolved into a brutal street battle.
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Yang Lin very much hopes that the Song people will attack Zhuozhou City in one go and kill the Liao soldiers until they give up resistance. But judging from the current situation, a fierce battle has just begun. If this method of fighting is followed, every lane in Zhuozhou City will be destroyed.
There was a bloody fight.
By then, Zhuozhou City will become a mess. I don’t know how many families there are, and I don’t know which one is hiding Liao soldiers. Although I can control this city, it is by no means a complete victory. I am afraid that the battle has just begun.
Yang Lin closed his eyes and thought deeply. The chaotic fighting under the city made people excited, but as a commander, he needed to calm down. The gates of this big city were suddenly smashed open, not conquered. There were tens of thousands of people inside.
A Khitan soldier with high energy and high fighting spirit.
Unless he slaughters and burns the entire city like the Jurchens did, but this is Zhuozhou, the homeland of the Han family. Originally, the Han people in Yan had a very low sense of belonging to the Song Dynasty. If he does this again, I don’t know how long the trauma will remain.
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In the early Song Dynasty, General Wang Quanbin massacred Sichuan. Even now, Shu is still a major rebel country. People raise troops to rebel every day. This kind of thing must not be done.
Today's Youyan Land is complicated and complex. If we fall into a quagmire here and hundreds of thousands of troops are dragged into Zhuozhou, what will happen even if we win it?
He only took three of Youyan's ten states, and the rest might not be able to hold out for long under the Jurchen's attack. Especially Yelu Chun, he didn't even think about defending the city to survive. If he expected it to be true, he had already saved
The determination to die together is gone.
Yang Lin couldn't decide whether to go all out to capture the big city of Zhuozhou and give peace of mind to the Central Government and the Song Dynasty, or to stop in time to avoid falling into the quagmire of Zhuozhou. What did Xiao Qian want to do? Why was he so desperate? What he wanted
Could it be that the whole army was wiped out and I was disgusted for a few days?
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Yang Lin stood up straight, no longer hesitated, and said loudly: "Ming Jin withdraws the troops and captures the city wall."
The powerful men of Yan were shocked. Why would they withdraw their troops at this time?
Yang Lin gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, "When his mother's country is about to perish, there must be evildoers. The Liao people in Yan are all mentally ill. From Yelu Chun to Xiao Qian, can't they have some awareness of the ministers of the country's subjugation?"
If you are forced into a desperate situation, you should surrender. Yang Lin now really wants to pick up Xiao Qian's collar, take him around the battlefield, and ask him if Han Shizhong is strong, if Wang Zongze is not powerful, is he?
The Song Dynasty had fewer people, poor weapons, or insufficient food and grass?
Why don't you surrender? Why fight to the death? You are the abandoned sons of Daliao. Who are you fighting for? Daliao has already classified you as traitors!
In normal times, I wouldn't be afraid of supporting the Liao people and slowly wearing you to death. But it's different now. The Jurchens are not far away under the Yanjing City. The situation here is too complicated.
Naturally, the messenger did not question Yang Lin. After he flew down and informed Han Shizhong of the order, the latter was a little stunned and randomly ordered the money to be withdrawn. He only occupied the city wall, blocked the city gate, and no longer fought fiercely with the Liao soldiers.
The sound of ringing gold sounded, and the Song army retreated step by step, gathering in front of the city walls and gates in various places to put into defensive formations.
Naturally, the Liao people did not dare to fight hard. They were at a disadvantage from the beginning to the end, but they did not know why the southerners retreated.
When Yang Lin was thinking about how to take back Zhuozhou at the minimum cost and make the future war situation more favorable, a soldier stepped forward panting, clasping his fists and saying: "Marshal, we found a large number of Jurchen cavalry in the north, heading here.
Come here."
The people present suddenly burst into exclamations, especially the powerful men from Yan who had just come to seek refuge. They had already heard of the Jurchens' bad reputation.
At this time, Yang Lin calmed down. He turned around and said: "Zongze, who sent the order to the rear army, formed a formation and waited. If the soldiers come to block it and the water comes to cover it, I don't believe that Yanjing City can't defend it even for these few days."
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We have more people than Jin Bing, so if he dares to divide his troops to attack, what do we have to fear?"
In a high-rise building in Zhuozhou, Xiao Qian stood with his sword in his hand. Looking at the Song army retreating like a tide, his heart gradually became cold. The last glimmer of hope was gone, and the hope of waiting for the Jin man to intervene and take advantage of the opportunity to escape was also gone.
, the people of Song Dynasty surrounded the city wall and blocked the city gate. Now that the city wall is lost, people like them will starve to death.
If they advance slowly and search house to house instead of fighting with them, they really won't give them the slightest chance.
The confidants next to him didn't dare to persuade him to kill him after passing by him last time, and they didn't dare to say anything else. They stood quietly behind King Xi. Everyone couldn't help but look at the figures in front of them. Tens of thousands of Xis escaped.
People, at this moment, are placing all their hopes on King Xi Xiao Qian!
The Liao soldiers below the city were very confused. They were aroused by Xiao Qian and vowed to make the southerners look good. But now this situation seems to have been cut into the air with a knife.
With a heavy sigh, Xiao Qian threw away the sword in his hand and turned around and said: "Kill me and take my head to the Song camp to surrender and save the last trace of the blood of Xi Ren's children."
"Your Majesty, let's fight with the Song people!" The relatives behind him all had ferocious faces.
"Even if I die, I will protect the king and fight out."
Xiao Qian turned around, with a horrifying look in his deep-set eye sockets, and snorted coldly: "Since we were defeated by the Han in the late Tang Dynasty, the Khitans took advantage of the situation and robbed us, and we have been ridiculing people and living under others' fences for hundreds of years.
King Xi of all generations have been waiting for this opportunity, but now that the troubled times have finally come, I have failed to take advantage of the situation. The best ending from now on is to be an idle rich man dependent on others in the Song Dynasty or the Jin Kingdom.
For ordinary people, this is a great blessing of comfort, but for me, Xiao Qian, it seems like life is worse than death. If destiny really doesn't look down on us and ridicule others, why should such a troubled world come to us when I am King Xi?"
"You all listen carefully, in order to save the blood of a few sons for me, the Xi people, I took my body and went to surrender to the Song Dynasty." The Xi people now also know the king's thoughts. Living in the world is not his way of living.
The king's ambition is so high that his confidants are by his side every day, but they don't even get a glimpse of it.
Xiao Qian picked up the sword, and all the confidants in the building took a step forward, but no one dared to reach out.
As soon as he closed his eyes, facing the children of his clan, the last King Xi raised his head and cut his neck to commit suicide.