It was still dark, and countless eyes were staring at the surroundings under Yanjing City. The spies of the Song Dynasty were all over the suburbs of the city.
After a thorough investigation, a small group of people quietly went to the city. These days, the Jurchens were burning, killing and looting in the distance. They also knew that the Song Dynasty had a quarrel with the Khitan people here because the Liao Emperor assigned this territory to the Song Dynasty.
People, but Yelu Chun didn't give it.
On the city tower, the Khitan people stared closely at the bottom of the city. When they saw the figure, they dropped a bamboo basket that could only hold one person at a time.
Entering the city were Hu Yantong, who had just been promoted by Yang Lin to the commander of the horse army for his bravery in the attack on Zhuozhou, and several of his soldiers.
Entering the city, the Khitan people on the city tower led them to a large tent, which was brightly lit.
When Yelu Dashi saw them coming in, he stood up and said, "Is Yang Lin ready?"
"Everything is ready and waiting for you." Hu Yantong scratched his head and said with a grin.
Yelu Dashi glanced at this somewhat honest military commander and knew that he had a reason to laugh. Without any effort, the Song Dynasty finally got the city of Yanjing that he had vowed to capture when the country was founded.
Now it seems that Yang Lin has already arranged all this and is completing his goals step by step.
How much Yelu Dashi envied this treacherous minister. He had a huge dynasty supporting him and made great contributions to the expansion of the Song Dynasty.
Yelu Dashi thought that his talent in cultural relics was not inferior to that of Yang Lin, but he was depressed and frustrated. The emperor did not trust him at all.
Suddenly, Yelu Dashi thought. If he stood in the position of the traitor Xiao Fengxian, would he be able to express his ambitions as much as Yang Lin did?
It is said that this Yang Lin flattered the monarch in the Song Dynasty, fought against dissenters, engaged in favoritism and malpractice, and was greedy for money. However, after several encounters, what he did was harmless to the Song Dynasty. The more Yelu Dashi thought about it, the more frightened he became.
If he really has this vision, he is indeed stronger than me given his age.
He closed his eyes and meditated, but Hu Yantong couldn't wait any longer. He thought to himself that this Khitan man didn't care. There are tens of thousands of my brothers waiting outside. Why are you so stunned here?
An ordinary person would probably wait at this time, but Hu Yantong is a straight man and extremely straightforward. He would scold Shangguan Han Shizhong at every turn. He immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "I said Dashi Linya. Time is short. Our young master said it."
, sooner rather than later.”
The soldiers around Yelu Dashi glared angrily, wishing to kill this Song general who was disrespectful to Dashi Linya, but Yelu Dashi himself chuckled lightly and said: "In that case, let's get started." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt indescribable loneliness and desolation.
, even Hu Yantong felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.
Soon he led people to the city wall, took out a bamboo tube from his waist, lit the fuse, and a bunch of fireworks bloomed in the sky.
The huge stones and trees blocking the city gate were quickly moved away, the suspension bridge was lowered from the top of the city, and torches were thrown down from the top of the city like meteors, lighting up the way into the city.
Suddenly a group of cavalry came over from a distance. The man was like a tiger and the horse was like a dragon. They rushed in without stopping. The sound of their hooves was like thunder, shaking the heaven and the earth.
The Jurchen camp in the distance woke up, but it was already too late.
Han Shizhong took the lead and rushed into Yanjing City, with endless pride in his heart.
The hundred-year-old border vassal Ping Fan finally fell back into our hands. This achievement is beyond the sky. The more Han Shizhong thought about it, the happier he became, urging his horse, thinking about his future position in the Privy Council and Bianliang.
Prices are up.
Wanyan Zonghan rode towards the city, facing the fierce wind, his hair disheveled, and looked at the strange scene in Yanjing City. So many people touched Yanjing City, but he didn't even notice it. The sentry patrolling tonight could have committed suicide.
It's not that the Jurchens weren't alert, it's just that the Song people arrived too suddenly. Han Shizhong led all light cavalry. After seeing the signal, they ran wildly and had no time to react.
"Zong Han, where did the Khitan barbarians get the reinforcements?"
Wanyan Loushi sneered and said: "I'm afraid they are not Khitan soldiers."
"Yelü Dashi surrendered to the Song Dynasty?" Yin Keshu asked in disbelief: "Yelü Dashi is one of several well-established Khitan clans, but I didn't expect that he also surrendered to the Song Dynasty." Not only did he not believe it, but even Yang Lin didn't believe it.
Somewhat confused, Yelu Dashi really knows the current affairs, and it seems that this may be his best way out at the moment. With this temperament, it is no wonder that he can establish a Western Liao after escaping to the Western Regions, which is really something.
Everyone looked at Wanyan Zonghan, waiting for his order. Zonghan was riding on a horse, his face was uncertain due to the firelight, and he said: "It's such a dark night, we are afraid that if we go up to stop them, we will be fooled by the Song people. These southern barbarians
I like to use intrigues the most, so it’s better to be careful.”
When the Jurchen generals heard this, they all nodded. Only Wanyan Loushi said: "Zong Han, we suffered a lot at the hands of the Song people. The old emperor was ambushed by them twice in Yunzhou, and he was also killed by them in Zhuozhou City.
An Sanmou defeated more than a thousand men. Our sentinel did not find them, which means that there are no most powerful infantry of the Song people. The Khitan people have been beaten to their last breath by us. Let them go in now, and later
It’s hard to conquer the city again.”
"Give me two thousand men, and I will intercept and kill this group of Song people."
Wanyan Zonghan was persuaded by him, nodded and said: "Be careful not to fall into an ambush."
Wanyan Loushi waved his hand, named several Jurchen Meng'an, and led more than two thousand fine cavalry to intercept the Song army entering the city.
There were not many troops from the Song Dynasty entering the city. They were all light cavalry. When he saw the shouts of killing coming from the distance, Han Shizhong frowned and immediately said loudly: "The rear army retreats and scatters back to the camp. The others will follow me into the city!"
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Everyone spread the word orally and shouted loudly. The cavalry behind them reined in their horses and fled in all directions. The team was cut off in the middle. Han Shizhong's calculation was very accurate. When they entered the city, the hanging door was slowly raised, and the Jurchens had already killed them in front of them.
The Khitan soldiers on the city tower were shooting wildly and randomly as if to vent their anger. They no longer felt sorry for all the supplies in the city and wished they could shoot them all out at once.
Wanyan Loushi deflected a random arrow and looked at the Song Qi who were running away. For the first time, he felt that the fleeing enemy soldiers could be so annoying.
These people fled without any plan. Anyway, they just ran towards the outside of Yanjing City, as far as possible. If they wanted to pursue them, they didn't know how to pursue them. Except for the slow ones who were shot down by a few, they were almost unscathed.
Wanyan Loushi roared angrily and returned to Ma Jinying, hating the Song people in his heart more than the Khitans.
Zong Han comforted him and said: "No matter whether there are Khitans or Song people in the city, they can't stop our attack. The two kings have woken up, and we will conquer this city in a few days."