At the foot of Taining Mountain and on top of Dingyuan Village.
The flag of the Jurchens was already flying on this dilapidated military stronghold. The army and horses left behind were composed of a Jurchen plotter and hundreds of miscellaneous men. In just a few days, using the stronghold as the foundation, these golden soldiers plundered and plundered the entire army.
The villages around here are in terrible trouble.
The people in the village received a warning from Yizhou City, asking them to take refuge in the city. However, these people had never experienced war, did not know the terror of the Tatars, and were unwilling to abandon their houses and properties.
The autumn harvest season is coming soon, which is the most critical time of the year for them. If they miss it, they may go hungry next year.
Many people, especially the Han people, stayed in the village with a sense of luck and suffered a great disaster.
If you look around from the observation deck in the village at this moment, you can easily see the thousands of ravines in Taining Mountain. However, where there are villages, there are thick plumes of smoke rising up and lingering for a long time. Above the road.
From time to time, there are miscellaneous horsemen going back and forth, and behind each horse are tied up the staggering Youyan newly attached people of the Song Dynasty. There are also many headless corpses on the roadside, which is shocking.
The old and weak were killed by the Tatars and their servants, while the young and strong were driven into the army as birthplaces. Women
Wherever the Jurchens set foot, they would end up like this, and it had happened countless times throughout the vast land of Khitan. Every armored Jurchen Tatar almost carried the blood feud of dozens of families. The rise of the Jurchens was a tragedy.
A raging plague-like storm blew out of the White Mountain and Black Mountain.
This was just a small group of Jurchen pioneers, causing a lot of poison in Dingyuan Village. Behind them, the endless Jurchen army rolled past, and almost no one raised their heads to take a look at the village.
Aguda Yujia personally marched, with an endless army under his command. The weapons and armor in his hands shone brightly in the sun, and rolled up dust and smoke that touched the ground.
Most of the Jurchen soldiers took a nap on their horses when they were sleepy, and chewed some dried meat cakes when they were hungry. Each of them had two horses, with their feed bags hung on their ears, and they took turns riding them. This army had just destroyed the Khitan Empire.
When the iron cavalry surged past Dingyuan Village, the Song Dynasty sentry detectives who were hiding in secret felt that they were unable to resist.
Among the dust and smoke rolled up by thousands of troops, Aguda's black dragon battle flag stood high. Dozens of Tatar generals and thousands of personal guards surrounded him tightly. Jurchen knights kept galloping back and forth.
Reporting back the military situation ahead and conveying Aguda's orders.
Aguda was wearing golden armor, which was actually very breathable inside, and he did not wear the smelly leather armor of ordinary Jurchen soldiers. He was protected by countless people, and the armor was only symbolic, and Wanyan Xiyin beside him,
He was wearing a brocade dress made of silk and satin, with a breastplate on top, which looked quite nondescript.
Aguda's second son, Wanyan Zongwang, is just like the most ordinary Jurchen sergeant under his command. He wears a layer of smelly leather armor, and two sets of iron armor bags are placed on two prepared horses. There is a long knife on his waist.
Hanging on the side of the saddle are a horse shaft and a riding bow, as well as six full bags of feathers and arrows. Dry food and water are also exactly the same as ordinary soldiers.
He is brave and smart, and has the demeanor of his second uncle Wanyan Wu who begged for money. He is the most favored by Aguda. Sitting on the horse, he talks loudly and laughs loudly. Even when he is delivering orders, his voice is heard all over the place. From time to time, he arouses the guards around him.
of cheers.
"The land of Youyan is indeed a little different. Even the ordinary villages are richer than the towns of the Liao people!" Zong Wang said loudly.
Xiyin chuckled lightly and said: "Youyan is the homeland of the Han people. People of this nation know best how to accumulate wealth and survive in the cracks. You see, we have all fought here, and there are still so many people who want to survive. In fact, here
The wealth is very different from that of the Song Dynasty further south. Only when we hit the legendary Bianliang in Tokyo will we know what luxury and magnificence mean."
Although there were internal fights among the Jurchens at this time, they were not as fierce as later. After all, they all fought side by side shortly after they raised their troops. Wanyan Zongwang was also very polite to Xiyin and said with a smile: "Then I must fight.
Come over and have a look, hehe."
While these people were chatting happily, a cavalryman came over, clasped his fists and said: "Your Majesty, the Song Dynasty people threw a lot of fodder on the road. Our horses fell to the ground and twitched after eating it. There are many traps on the road. Please ask the former army if we should send out
A Khitan army explores the road."
"These barbarians are really shameless. In this case, let's let the Khitan speak in front of us. We can leave after the queue is over." Aguda sneered and said, "Do you want to stop my army with these means?"
He pointed at Wanyan Xiyin and said: "Xiyin, you are right, we should attack Youyan now. You see, the defenses here are already very complete. If we follow the original plan, we will wait until the autumn is high and the horses are fat."
At this time, I'm afraid that the land of Youyan has been managed like an iron barrel by these people from the Southern Dynasties."
At the top of Yizhou City, looking at the vaguely visible billowing smoke pillars in the distance, I felt even more desolate under the setting sun.
Yang Lin was surrounded by several little-known young generals. General Youyan was scattered in various cities. Now Yang Lin was surrounded by newcomers who had just been promoted.
Wu Jie stood behind him and suddenly noticed his brother. He stared at Yang Lin's back and looked around, and couldn't help but step on him secretly.
Yang Lin turned around and said: "Youyan has just surrendered, and the population has not yet been counted, but I estimate that there are no less than one hundred thousand soldiers and civilians near Yizhou. With the number of people squeezed into the city, there are only forty or fifty thousand people in total, which means there are still more than one hundred thousand people."
There are 50,000 to 60,000 scattered in various places. Not only can these people's lives be saved, but they can also provide food, grass and supplies to the Jurchen Tatars. This is the disadvantage of not being able to fortify the wall and clear the country. Remember, I gave the order to fortify the wall and clear the country, and I will drive people away even if it is forced.
If it happens again in the city, I will never forgive you lightly."
When the generals saw his ugly face, they quickly clasped their fists and accepted the order. Wu Jie was hesitant to speak when Yang Lin saw him, pointed at him and said, "What do you have to say, but you think what I said is wrong?"
Wu Jie hurriedly said: "What the young master said was all good advice. The final general thought that the Jurchens had torn apart the Yunnei border and killed them near Yizhou. Did they want to remind the court to beware of them dividing their troops and going south to kill and plunder food and grass?"
Yang Lin touched his chin and muttered: "It is not impossible to go south to Hebei. According to the usual methods of the Jurchen Tatars, they like to send a few light cavalry to conspire, kill and plunder everywhere, and use war to support war. I have reported it to the court.
, requesting additional troops on the Hebei front line, I don’t know who the imperial court sent.”
"Don't you know, Young Master? The news just came that the general in charge of the army is Mr. Cai, a scholar of Longtuge and an attendant of the British Duke Cai You."
Yang Lin's face turned dark, he covered his chest and gritted his teeth and said: "Fuck you!"