Chapter Five Hundred and Nine Blood Splattered Golden Temple
In Datong Mansion, Yelu Dashi finally met the Liao Emperor as he wished. The ministers who were standing in the golden palace of the Liao Dynasty were all shining brightly.
After Yelu Dashi entered the palace, he seemed out of place, and some ministers already laughed out loud.
This guy's clothes are ragged and his armor is mottled with arrow marks, yet he dares to come to this golden palace.
Xiao Si coughed first, and then everyone managed to calm down. Yelu Yanxi's face looked a little tired, with dark circles under his eyes, and he kept yawning. Playing songs and drinking heavily every night had already drained his body.
"I, Yelu Dashi, have met your Majesty."
"Come on, why are you here to see me?"
Yelu Dashi said in a concentrated voice: "I am incompetent. I was defeated by Wanyan Loushi at Beigui Mountain of Zhongjing Mansion. Now Zhongjing Mansion has no place to stand. The Jurchen army will move south in the near future. I ask your Majesty to send troops as soon as possible to help me recapture Beigui Mountain of Zhongjing Mansion."
The mountain can also be called Yunzhou Pingfan."
Yelu Dashi is not a person who doesn't know how to adapt. He knows that simply reasoning will definitely not lead to troops in this palace.
Only by making them afraid and knowing that the Jurchens are about to go south will they take it seriously.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the Golden Palace. Yelu Yanxi also sat up straight and said in a panic: "The Jin soldiers are coming again? Go to the Song Dynasty to invite General Yao."
Yelu Dashi's face was ashen, and the Khitan men were still alive. When they encountered enemies, they went to the Song Dynasty to invite people to help them fight?
This foolish king really has no blood at all. The scary thing is...all the ministers in the palace responded.
rotten!
It was rotten to the core, and there was no good piece of meat from the inside out.
Yelv Dashi felt like the world was spinning, and a sense of powerlessness started from the soles of his feet and went straight to the Tianling Cap.
He wanted to go on a killing rampage and kill all these rotten people without bones and backbones. I heard that in the Southern Dynasty, Yang Lin entered the palace with a sword, killed the traitor Liang Shicheng, and imprisoned the emperor on a hundred-foot-high building.
At this time, Yelu Dashi wished he could imitate his example and have a palace coup, but it was a pity that he did not have the same strength as Yang Lin.
While the monarchs and ministers were discussing how to go to the Song Dynasty to mobilize reinforcements, Yelu Dashi walked out of this old golden palace in silence. The palace built by the Han people, with cornices and brackets, was simple and elegant. It was always so majestic, yet depressing.
Standing at the door of the main hall and looking out, dark clouds were gathering, as if they were about to fall down and crush this beautiful world.
Yelu Dashi walked out of the palace step by step without looking back from the beginning to the end.
The whole hall was full of noise and noise, just like the buzzing of flies and mosquitoes, and no words could reach his ears.
Returning to the messy courtyard where his men lived, hundreds of people suddenly raised their heads and looked at him expectantly.
Yelu Dashi laughed miserably and said: "Your Majesty is ignorant and mediocre. He is not even half a man. We Khitan have no hope anymore."
Everyone was silent and stared closely at the Yelv Stone. A wave of sadness and indignation gathered together, shrouding this small dilapidated courtyard.
Yelu Dashi knew that he would definitely die when he returned, and Wanyan Loushi would not give him a chance. No one in Yunzhou sent troops to support him, and with only those useless bastards and the mediocre Eighth Battalion of the Resentment Army, there was no way he could fight
The Jurchens fought hard.
Unless you give up the entire Liao Dynasty, listen to your subordinates, flee to the Western Regions, and choose a place to live on the prairie.
His heart was tangled up, as if even breathing affected his heart, liver and spleen, causing him great pain.
Suddenly, a thunder fell, followed by a heavy rain.
None of the warriors in the courtyard could take shelter from the rain. They all stared at Yelu Dashi with their eyes wide open in the rain.
This sound of thunder seemed to split the tangled knot in Yelu Dashi's heart. He suddenly opened his eyes. He stood upright like a mountain, his eyes were red, and he glanced at the hundreds of people under his command. He roared in the rain: "Hunjun.
You are an unruly and treacherous official in the imperial court. Are you willing to follow me to kill me and march to the palace?"
The ancestral skill of the Liao people is to kill the king to establish self-reliance. If you don't rebel, you will be embarrassed to call yourself the Khitan prince.
Yelu Dashi's men were not surprised but overjoyed, and hundreds of them cheered in unison!
The cold rain fell on them, but there was no chill at all. Instead, everyone's blood boiled like fire.
Yunzhou City is heavily guarded on the top of the city, and inside the palace there is a sentry every five steps and a post every ten steps.
There are only about a hundred people in Yelu Dashi. Their dilapidated courtyard has no stables at all. It was just the right time to mount their war horses.
A group of people rushed outside the palace. A young general raised his hand in the distance and motioned for them to dismount.
Yelu Dashi stretched out his hand, took a javelin from the hands of his soldiers, threw it with all his strength, and shot him through a hole.
At this time, the Liao soldiers outside the palace realized that this group of people had rebelled. Everyone looked pale and looked at each other with fear.
Who are they? How many people do they have? Who is behind it?
No one would believe that a foreign general with a hundred men would dare to rebel.
If this kind of rebellion is instigated by those in power, which side should you be on?
When there was a slight hesitation, Yelu Dashi had already waved his hand, signaling his subordinate Erlang to open the door.
Yunzhou Palace is a palace after all. It was originally the government office of Datong City. It does not have many doors and is not very strong.
The hundred people around Yelu Dashi all fought with him all the way. Although they suffered repeated defeats, the waves and waves had already eliminated the weak ones, and they were all capable warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles.
Yelu's rocky mountain-like back, in this rain curtain, became the greatest source of encouragement and confidence for his men.
Under the heavy rain, it was difficult for arrows to work at this time. Several soldiers came to the door and rushed hard. The people inside stood on the wall. Looking outside, there were only a hundred people. They actually opened the door and came out to capture them alive.
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This fatal underestimation of the enemy made Yelu Dashi glare, shout like thunder, and rush towards the door with his troops.
With his eyes like electricity and his face like iron, Yelu Dashi thought in his mind that it would be better to die here than to be pissed to death by these birdmen.
No matter that there were only a hundred people, no matter that it was a palace, no matter that it was heavily guarded, Yelu Dashi only had boundless murderous intent in his heart at this moment.
Kill all these traitors who have lost the inheritance of our ancestors and broken the backbone of Khitan.
The heavy rain hit the cold armor, breaking into countless tiny water droplets and bouncing away. Hundreds of people moved forward inexorably.
Before the young general who opened the city gate had time to shout loudly, a sharp red-tasseled spear pierced his face before he shouted. He only saw the red tassel on the tip of the spear explode in the wind.
The tip of the spear in his left pupil quickly enlarged. Before it hit his face, the blood droplets on the tip of the spear splashed into his eyes, and then... merged with his blood.
Those who rushed in front did not care about their own lives at all, they just wanted to use their flesh and blood to clear a path for the brothers behind.
They risked their lives to rush into the formation in the heavy rain, but in the midst of lightning and flint, the opening of the palace door caused the soldiers and horses inside to lose the initiative. They didn't even know what was going on.
After all, this palace in Yunzhou is just a renovation of the government office, and there is no time to do so. It is only the size of three courtyards in depth. Once the gate is breached, one can charge to the main hall.
In the main hall, the envoys to the Song Dynasty have been selected...
In the heavy rain and thunder, no one in the palace heard the shouts of death outside.
Finally, a bloody soldier rolled into the hall...
"Your Majesty, it's bad, it's the opposite!"
"Who rebelled?!"
Before the soldier could speak, a gun shaft pierced him, and the gun body was still shaking.