Chapter five hundred and forty second responsibility
As soon as the Song and Liao coalition forces withdrew, the Jurchen Tatars burst into cheers. The Hongzhou City, like the cities they had conquered, was unable to resist the attack of the Jurchen warriors.
After crossing the Sanggan River, the status of Yongning Village is not so prominent, but the surrounding defenses and other forts can also be nearby for support. It and Yongning Village are horns with each other, so the pressure is much less.
Wanyanlou chose a place to camp, and the slaves on the other side of the river began to drive the slaves to build a pontoon bridge. The rough and cruel Jurchen Tatars maximized the potential of these slaves, and almost worked with their lives to build the bridge.
From time to time, there would be floating corpses washed away by the water. The Jurchen soldiers were afraid that they were pretending to be dead and escaped, so they would definitely add a sword or stab them.
The only good thing is that it is summer now, the north is not as cold as it was some time ago, and the river water will not cause frostbite to these naked raw people.
At the top of Hongzhou City, Yao Pingzhong looked at these barbaric acts and shook his head secretly in his heart. His soldiers of the Song Dynasty also secretly determined that they would never let these beasts attack their hometown.
The people of Qinlong, who had been tortured by hundreds of years of war, had finally lived a peaceful life for a few days, but they could not let these people with human faces and animal hearts drag them back to purgatory.
Yao Pingzhong turned around and said to Yelu Dashi: "Your Majesty, we have to find a way to defeat the Tatars' heavy armor. Otherwise, these iron lumps will not be able to withstand the attack in the narrow terrain."
Yelu Dashi looked solemn and said in deep thought: "I have thought of many ways, but in my eagerness, I still haven't found a useful solution. This is still a water battle. They are on land, and even their horses are armored, so it is more difficult to deal with them when they collide."
The Khitan people around them nodded one after another, with lingering fears. During the Jurchen's campaign against Liao, they were often bullied by this thing.
Yelu Dashi took a step forward, looked at Yao Pingzhong hopefully, and asked: "Xi Yan, do you think we can defeat these Tatars?"
After a brief silence, Yao Pingzhong smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, please do not blame the foreign minister for speaking frankly. For the current plan... we can only ask for support from Bianliang."
Although I felt very uncomfortable in my heart, everyone present in the Liao Dynasty knew that this was the truth.
The Jurchens had strong soldiers and horses, and their momentum was as strong as a rainbow. Today, only the Song Dynasty can compete with them.
Yelv Dashi was not a fierce man like King Yelv Chun of Yan who would rather bend than bend. He had always lowered his head, especially after the decline of Khitan. Yelu Dashi bowed his head to Song and Jin without batting an eye.
To survive between the two great powers, only if you survive can you have the opportunity to talk about reviving Daliao.
"Come here, go to Yunzhou and appoint Yeluqing as an envoy to Bianliang in the Song Dynasty. You can ask him to clean up and appoint a few attendants to form an envoy. After meeting me, he will set off tonight."
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In Juyongguan, Zongze's handsome tent has almost no unnecessary decorations. There is a sword hanging on the wall, which is the most valuable thing in his body. It was given to him by Yang Lin when he was building the city in Tianjin.
Apart from this, there is a clothes hanger, with a suit of expensive armor on it, which was made by Xujiazhuang, a wealthy dog owner in Mizhou, along the coast of the Song Dynasty. After being cut off by Yang Lin, he kept one set for himself and gave it to King Zongze.
Even Han Shizhong didn't have anything to tell Hu Yantong.
Zongze was wearing a short blue cloth shirt and had his hair tied up in a turban, looking very capable.
On top of two wooden stakes cut from tree roots was a wooden board with many maps placed horizontally and vertically. On the top lay a marching map that had just been drawn with an oxhide roll and a lead rod.
It marked the direction of the Jurchens' march. If any veteran general in the Song Army took a look at it, they would know that it was the style of the Western Army's horse scouting. Youyan's spies were all from the Western Army and were poached by Han Shizhong.
These spies are spread throughout Youyan, and have even penetrated into Yunnei. Even Liaodong has their footprints.
After so many years of war, the current generals of the Song, Liao and Jin Dynasties began to pay attention to intelligence. Their respective light cavalry sentries became more and more elite, and their number continued to increase.
Zongze frowned and asked, "Can we detect it clearly?"
"Exactly."
Sliding his fingers along the map to the Zhuolu Mountain area, Zongze said in a deep voice: "Wanyan Agu's main force is coming here, so there is no reason to let him leave safely. Now that Song and Liao are allies, we have to help them stop them."
"General Manager, I'm afraid this won't work. The imperial court has an order, clearly written in black and white, instructing me to guard the defense area and not to use troops rashly." Wang Yan, his commander, advised.
Zongze walked back and forth in the tent with his hands behind his back. When he came to Wang Yan, he said: "The court's intention is to prevent us from sending out troops rashly and being ambushed by the Jin people. Now that the situation has become clear, the Jin people have not used the weapon to lure the snake out of the cave."
The plan is indeed to attack the Khitan. The battle situation changes rapidly, and the princes in the court may not be able to see it as clearly as we do. If we let him go like this, we will naturally not be at fault, but Yao Pingzhong and the Liao people in the west will be in trouble.
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"As the general manager of the North Road, how can I just care about my own innocence and let the enemy cross the border?"
Wang Yan cupped his fists and said anxiously: "But"
"It's nothing but, you immediately send someone to Bianliang to inform the court. I believe that Yang Shaozai will not blame us." Zongze made up his mind, and without any delay, he said sternly: "Let's beat the drum, sir.
, Wang Yan will guard Juyong Pass, and the others will follow me to Yuzhou to support Wang Zhen and prevent the enemy from advancing westward."
Zongze gave the order, and his soldiers immediately got busy, and soon the big tent was full.
Many generals were already slacking off. The Jurchen Tatars were obviously not here for Youyan, and the court had clear orders not to attack rashly.
The result is that in a short period of time, when Liao and Jin are fighting, Youyan will have no fighting.
They all looked at North Road Manager Zong Ze curiously, wondering what kind of tricks Manager Zong was going to do today.
Zongze stood upright and glanced around, his eyes not very sharp, but extremely firm.
This once stubborn little official will be fully determined to do something he has set his sights on.
"The Jin soldiers came to Youyan, but they wanted to go from Yuzhou to Yunzhou. Last time we wiped out the Jurchen Tatars' Eastern Route Army in Zhuolu Mountain. This time we can't let them pass easily, otherwise the Western Army will
The pressure on the border has doubled." Zongze talked eloquently, and his tone suddenly became solemn: "If Yunnei is lost, Yingzhou will be difficult to protect. If Yingzhou is lost, Qinlong and Hedong will be completely exposed to the Jurchen Tatars."
"In the previous chapter, after Yan Xiyin, only fifty thousand people were able to cause chaos in the Central Plains, and most of them were Khitan vassal soldiers. If they let their main force go south, the consequences would be disastrous. We should stand up to stop it and relieve the pressure on the Western Army.
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The generals below were whispering to each other, some looked excited and were ready to compete with the Jurchens. Others shook their heads, feeling that this was just asking for trouble.