In the battle of Yunnei, I don't know how many elite soldiers and generals in the world gathered.
Any one of them, taken alone, can dominate other places in the world today.
In this small place inside the clouds, countless elite soldiers will collide and fight repeatedly. You come and I go, killing each other until the sky is dark and the earth is dark.
Those who disrupt the balance are still traitors and scoundrels.
Most heroes end up in the hands of such scoundrels, bringing a tragic end to their tragic lives.
At the top of Yunzhou City, Yelu Dashi still stood upright, but there was an unsolvable ravine between his eyebrows.
Xiao Yixue's arm was broken at some point, and a bandage clamped by a wooden board was hung around his neck. He looked at the king in front of him, choked up and said: "Your Majesty, Yeluxian of Yingzhou Prefecture is dead, and Pharmacist Guo is dead.
The Eighth Battalion of the Leading Resentment Army and the Khitan surrender, and the Jurchen guard in the city will be Wanyan Zongwang."
"Yelu Xian...has caused us great harm." Yelu Dashi sighed in relief. After speaking, he turned back and continued to arrange defenses and arrange troops.
The drastic changes in Yingzhou did not seem to have any impact on him. He was still the wise and brave Khitan leader.
Only the personal guards around him knew that His Majesty had not slept for three days.
Soon, the Jurchen Tatars under the city launched another attack on Yunzhou City.
The siege continued until night, and the Liao army officers and soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to take a rest.
However, the Jurchen Tatars below the city did not retreat as usual. Night had already shrouded the battle formation, and countless burning torches were stacked on the battlefield. The flames swayed, reflecting the majestic city of Datong behind them.
When Datong City was built, the resources of the north were exhausted. Later, it was reinforced many times. It can be said to be a powerful city in the north.
During the Five Dynasties, Li Keyong and Khitan Yelu Abaoji met in the east city of Yunzhou. Yi Paoma was a brother. They changed the name to Huairen County because of the meaning of "reminiscing about benevolent people". Later Shi Jingtang ceded the Sixteenth Prefecture of Youyun to Khitan.
Wu Luan, the judge in Yunzhong, "closed his door and ignored the orders of the Khitan", repaired his equipment, and guarded the city day and night. He persisted for half a year. "Luan asked for help from Jin, and the Lord of Jin called Luan to return to the south." Yunzhou fell.
Since then, this city, the key to the north, has never returned to the hands of the Han people.
The Jurchen Tatars' murderous cries echoed in the night, hitting the walls of Datong and splashing out, adding tenfold murderousness to the night.
The Jurchen army and horses kept moving back and forth in the night, urging the groups of servants. The vassal soldiers and horses filled up, and the wounded and dead were also carried down like water. In the battle to destroy Liao, nearly 600,000
The Khitan soldiers and horses surrendered and became the Jurchen servant army.
Half of the dozens of stone cannons had fallen apart due to the high-frequency firing, and no one was going to clean them up. They just fired the remaining stone cannons desperately.
In the dark of night, although there were firelights, weapons like stone cannons were no longer accurate at all. When thrown out, it was not known whether more would hit the city head or the heads of his vassal Khitan soldiers.
Anyway, those who were beaten to death were all Khitans and Liao dogs, and the Jurchen Tatars did not feel sorry for them at all.
Yao Pingzhong directed his men to pour down the hot golden juice that had been burned on the tower. Suddenly there was a scream, and the unpleasant smell was mixed together, making people choke to tears.
The arrows and crossbows from both sides were densely intertwined in the night, as if there was no time to exhaust them.
I don’t know since when, this war within the cloud has gradually gotten out of control.
All the troops involved seemed to have lost their minds, and it was common for them to fight to the death without retreating. Now it has developed to the point where even the darkness of the night cannot stop the fighting.
You must know that fighting at night has always been the most brutal death battle. The formation is completely uncontrollable, and it is nothing more than fighting for life. The number of casualties of soldiers on both sides of Jin and Liao soared rapidly. No one could know that in this desperate melee at night
, how many people fell.
The Song people's advantage in defending the city was fully demonstrated, and the Khitan soldiers were soon surprised to find that everything in their hands became a powerful weapon for defending the city.
The Song army skillfully dodged the stone cannons on the city tower, and threw everything they could throw at the bottom of the city. They also poured hot water and boiling oil towards the gap. The hot water and boiling oil followed the golden soldiers' heavy armor.
The seams of the armor seeped straight into it, and with the screams of these dead soldiers, white gas rose straight out of the seams of the armor leaves, roasting them alive in the iron can.
Yelu Dashi stood on the city wall, with dozens of drums beating deafeningly around him. One by one, the Liao army generals were snatched down covered in blood, and many Liao army generals breathed their last in front of him.
Yelu Dashi didn't even look at the wounded generals, he just stared at the battlefield, which had already been filled with some Jurchen soldiers and horses.
The Song army on the wall next door splashed something that caught fire. A fire broke out in the pile of dead people under the city, exuding a roasting smell.
The firelight illuminated the entire battlefield as bright as day. Yelu Dashi took a quick look and discovered that the Song people had many tricks to defend the city.
They were hiding in a position where they could throw rolling stones, but they would never raise their heads. On the Khitan side, many soldiers raised stones and when they came to the city wall, they were nailed to the tower by the Jurchens with arrows.
People in the Song Dynasty cooperated tacitly. Throwing a piece of wood required the joint efforts of three or five people, which was efficient and fast.
But the Khitan soldiers and horses had to run, move or carry them by themselves. The city wall was already crowded, and now they were stumbling and pushing each other.
Although the Han were a little inferior in field battles, they were definitely good at attacking and defending cities.
There is no place in this world that is as full of cities as the land of the Han people.
Even these cities in Yunnei were built by the Han people and were originally used to resist the invasion of foreign tribes in the northern grasslands.
While Yelu Dashi was staring at the battlefield, Yao Pingzhong, escorted by several soldiers holding shields, walked over from the city.
"Your Majesty, the Jin people are working hard, and we must also make changes."
Yelu Dashi picked up a stone, sat down and asked: "Then let's change the defense, remove some of the soldiers, and replace them back and forth."
Yao Pingzhong nodded, and Yelu Dashi continued: "The Liao people are not good at defending the city. Let's just mix together and learn while fighting."
Yao Pingzhong did not doubt that he had it and agreed. The Jurchens went out of their way and attacked the city with all their strength. Perhaps they felt that the incident in Yingzhou had depressed the Khitan army's morale and that this was an opportunity for them. The Jurchens did not want to waste time in this Yunnei Purgatory.
They want a quick victory.
This battle has reached a fever pitch, and it only takes a small opportunity to determine the winner.
Looking at the tragic scene below the city, Yao Pingzhong thought to himself, how many more people will die here...