The four hundred and thirtieth IX chapters have chaotic battles between the north and the south
The remaining warmth of autumn is still there, and under the scorching sun, the people of Damingfu are still tending to their crops.
This year is a year of good weather, and coupled with the court's good management of the river, it will soon be a foreseeable year of great harvest.
Lao Wangtou, who was enjoying the shade on the roadside, had white hair and gray temples. He could no longer do any work. His son was filial and pushed him to enjoy the shade under a tree. He couldn't help laughing while looking at the crops.
Among the lush green Longmu, the millet is growing happily, and the golden ears of grain are swaying in the wind. From time to time, sparrows come down in groups. The children's task is to run along the Longmu, driving away the sparrows with great joy.
Lao Wangtou has been farming all his life, and harvests like this are rare. Looking at his sweating son and his chirping grandchildren, he secretly thought of warning his son to eat more when the clan is offering sacrifices this year.
, this is the blessing of our ancestors.
Suddenly, Lao Wangtou felt that the tree trunk above his head was shaking slightly, and a ripe fruit on the tree fell next to him with a snap.
Standing up with a cane, Lao Wangtou found that all the farmers had stopped and looked to the north uneasily.
At the end of the field of vision, black people were like a tide, and the crowds were overwhelming. The red military jackets were clearly the Forbidden Army who had just set out from here not long ago.
These people fled desperately, and the hundreds of thousands of troops trampled everything they passed along the way to the ground.
Lao Wangtou shivered for a while, wanting to protect his crops, and walked tremblingly in front of the palm-sized patch of land. Lao Wangtou was seventy years old, and in the villages of this era, he was synonymous with longevity.
People in the village said that Lao Wang's head would disappear as soon as he touched it, so their children must stay away from him.
Watching helplessly, countless fertile fields in the distance were trampled to the ground. He raised his withered hands as if to stop the flow of people. Opposite him was a wave of defeated troops.
Unable to make a sound, Lao Wang fell on his head in the millet field and was trampled to pieces by the crowd of people and horses. He returned forever to the fertile farmland that had nurtured him all his life.
Wanyan Xiyin went all the way south, and suddenly encountered the main force of the Beijing Forbidden Army in Hebei. Two hundred thousand people were spread out, and they were densely packed all over the mountains and plains.
Even the Jurchens who had seen the 700,000 Khitan army were also jumped. Wanyan Xiyin had a flash of inspiration and said loudly: "All the soldiers and horses of the Southerners are gathered here. After killing them, they will destroy the Song Dynasty just like they destroyed the Liao Dynasty."
, all the female relatives of the southern officials are up to you to choose from; the money in the treasury is up to you to plunder, kill them all for me."
The weapons and armor of this group of Jurchens who had participated in the conquest of Liao had been replaced with the most sophisticated weapons and armor. The 200,000 Song troops they faced were far worse than the 700,000 Liao troops.
The army was defeated like a mountain.
The Forbidden Army in the Beijing Camp did not have many horses. Although the opening of the tea-horse trade route and the recovery of the entire Xixia territory, the Song Dynasty no longer lacked horses. However, the old and decadent system of the Imperial Guard in the Beijing Camp, the overstaffed military positions, and the inactive Palace Commander,
As a result, they were not equipped with many war horses at all.
The Jurchens and their vassal soldiers calmly drove their horses to pursue them, and the mountains and plains were full of Song troops kneeling to surrender. Wanyan Xiyin seemed to be in a dream, and experienced the state of mind when he destroyed the Liao Dynasty with an Aguda.
The huge results made him excited. The battles since going south have become simpler and simpler, and have developed into a one-sided massacre. The arduous and bloody battles in the land of Youyan seemed to be getting farther and farther away. Wanyan Xiyin had a bold idea,
He was a person who was familiar with Han books, and he even created the Jurchen writings in less than two years. No one among the Jurchens had a stronger desire to conquer the Central Plains than him.
So the current scene appeared. The Jurchens rode south, and the Imperial Guards in the Song Dynasty only hated their parents for losing two legs. Many people were so tired that they foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground along the way.
Many people simply surrendered, and there was not a single general in the army who could stand up, withdraw their troops, and organize their retreat.
The fact that the Beijing Forbidden Army has become a mere showpiece, turned into a bunch of useless snacks due to the centuries-old decadent Forbidden Army generals and a system with countless shortcomings, has finally been exposed.
In the fourth year of Daguan in the Song Dynasty, the Jin soldiers went south and approached Daming Prefecture. Cai You, the commander-in-chief of Hebei Province, abandoned the city and fled. All the officials and generals of Daming Prefecture were captured by Wanyan Xiyin's men. The entire Daming Prefecture was submerged in a sea of fire. Looking at Hebei, only
Scattered rebel armies gathered to resist. The Imperial Army soldiers and horses in the Beijing camp that the Song Dynasty spent huge sums of money to maintain each year turned into a group of deserters who did great harm to the people. They continued to commit evil on the way to escape. Individual deserters even brutalized the people.
surpassed the Jurchen cavalry.
In Taining Mountain on the outskirts of Yizhou, Yang Lin surrounded Wanyan Zongwang and guarded the Baima Mountain from Juyongguan to Yizhou with heavy troops. He also sent hundreds of sentinels and light cavalry to patrol back and forth.
In the tent at the foot of the mountain, Yang Lin held a cattail leaf fan and opened his chest. On the grass around him were sitting a dozen generals, all of whom were men.
"I wonder where Yao Pingzhong fought?" Yang Lin sighed. Due to the limitations of this era, it is too difficult to convey news, especially in such a battle that spans multiple states.
"Yelü Dashi, who was let go by us, gathered a group of Khitan soldiers and horses in western Liaoning, as well as the Eighth Battalion of Resentment Army brought from eastern Liaoning. It is said that he fought fiercely with the Jurchens. When Yao Pingzhong went north, Yelu Dashi would definitely contact him, and the female
With all the elites out there, and in the homeland of the Liao people, this battle will be much more comfortable than for us."
Yang Lin slapped him on the head with a cattail leaf fan and cursed: "Wu Lin, don't fart here. It's not easy for the Western Army. It's not easy for the Western Army to fight against the Jurchens in the northern grasslands. No matter what we say here, we are still Youyan
The Han family’s homeland is dotted with cities, camps, forts, and great passes. Speaking of which, after being trapped for so long, Wanyan Xiyin still hasn’t come back, and Zong Wang is the second prince of Aguda, are they really going to stop saving him?”
"If we can annihilate them all, just go south and deal with Xiyin."
All the generals lowered their heads, knowing that this was completely impossible. It was still a matter of choice whether they could defeat them or not. Let alone annihilate them all, even if they defeated them, they could still escape.
At this time, a man without armor ran out of the camp and shouted as he walked: "Young Master, it's done, we've got it out."
As soon as he heard the voice, he knew it was Jia Xian. After arriving in Yizhou, Yang Lin gathered this group of miscellaneous scholars with their own talents and followed him.
These people each have their own merits, and it is rare that only Yang Lin appreciates them, so they gathered in Zhaodefang in Bianliang.
Jia Xian held his knees and said: "Young Zai, after lighting the poisonous weeds this time, spread them with oil paper so that they won't all burn. Li Qinghe has already seen it. Today's west wind is blowing up the valley."
Yang Lin was overjoyed and asked them to hurry up and get started. This was the first biochemical weapon in human history.
A group of soldiers came pushing more than a dozen carts, and after setting up at the bottom of the valley, they lit poisonous weeds.
Poisonous smoke filled the air, and Yang Lin led the generals to laugh. The burning of poisonous weeds changed the air pressure in the valley, and suddenly the wind direction changed.
Many soldiers of the Song Army fell to the ground and twitched non-stop. Yang Lin jumped to his feet angrily and cursed: "Hurry up and splash water, splash water, is there an antidote?"
"Yes, there is, there is"
"Detoxify quickly!"
While he was in a hurry, a knight came flying towards Yang Lin. No one stopped him along the way. He arrived directly in front of Yang Lin. He was out of breath from exhaustion and his lips were pale. He rolled off his horse and ignored his injuries. He said in a rough voice: "Young Master."