For several days, there were piles of corpses under Yunzhou City, and almost all the Khitan survivors brought from Shangjing Mansion were dead.
Wanyan Agu's heart was as cold as ice, and he still drove people to arrest him everywhere. Even the servant army was forced to go forward and die.
Yao Pingzhong stood at the top of the city with a spear in his hand, already tired and snoring.
His body was covered in blood and his armor was also mottled. For several days, he personally supervised the battle at the top of the city.
The more ferocious these Tatars are, the more miserable the people in Yunnei are, which strengthens the determination of the Western Army officers and soldiers.
Wanwan cannot let these people pass Yanmen Pass. Once they reach Qinlong, it will be his wife Ye Niang who will suffer.
The lights in Yelu Dashi's tent were brightly lit, and his heart was as bright and transparent as the tent illuminated by dozens of torches.
They had to fight to the death in Yunnei, and they had to use up the last of the Khitan men. Even Song and Jin Dynasties had no good intentions.
Yelu Dashi knew full well that the Song Dynasty, which continuously provided food, grass and baggage, had the idea to use the blood of Khitan men to consume the Jurchen Tatars.
They couldn't bear to die, and they couldn't bear to die in Qinlong. The east of the river was full of smoke and smoke, but they wanted to use the flesh and blood of the Khitan to consume the enemy.
Yunnei is a good territory. If you manage it for a few years, gather the barbarians in the north, unite with the Tatars in the west, and deal with the Song and Jin Dynasties, it will be as solid as a rock and not afraid of enemies from all directions.
The worst situation was also the situation in Xixia back then.
It's a pity that I don't even have a day, let alone a few years.
In this scorched earth, the Khitan people are destined to have no vitality. When defending the city these days, Yelu Dashi is also retaining his strength.
He wanted to leave a trace of fire for the Khitan people and abandon this hot potato.
On the top of the mountain of swords and the sea of fire, there is a golden bead. No matter how precious it is, it is still worthless if you can't get it.
Having said that, to be able to have the courage to give up while holding Yun Nei in hand, Yelu Dashi's heart is indeed as strong as gold and iron.
It's a pity that the Khitan was born at this time...
"If you continue to break up, you will suffer chaos. Let's leave tonight!"
Soon, groups of Khitan generals came in and looked at Yelu Dashi.
This man is still the pillar of Khitan and the hope of all Khitan people.
At present, the Khitan is surrounded by strong enemies and weak in strength. In fact, it has reached the point of annihilation.
Yelu Dashi took a look and saw that all his cronies were there. He tried his best to straighten his body and said in a deep voice: "At this time, our Khitan is already at the point of survival. If we stick to Yunnei, no matter whether we win or lose, we will definitely perish.
.Do you think those Song people are so kind and want to help us protect the remaining water in this cloud?
Let me tell you, once the Jurchens retreat, the people of the Song Dynasty will show up, and the first person to die will be me, Yelu Dashi.
As long as the loyal sons of Daliao are there, why can't we revive Daliao? Why waste the remaining life and blood of Khitan for the unpreservable city of Datong? The world is so big, there will be a place where the disciples of Daliao can gather together for ten years, and finally
recover!"
Everyone has known about this plan for a long time, but they are still a little confused. Where can they settle down outside Yunnei?
Now it seems that the only way to avoid the disaster of annihilation is to go west and north to places that were inaccessible to the Jin and Song dynasties.
From the very beginning, Yelv Dashi began to prepare for this retreat, and when it was absolutely necessary, he would take this last step.
Now, the Jurchens' encirclement has not been completely closed, and their last chance is in the west where the Mongolian bastards are defending.
These Mongols were scattered and unable to withstand the Khitan's attack.
"For each warrior's horse, choose a thin Khitan woman, preferably one who can take care of one child. Choose your own strong son to take with you, but you can only take one!"
After Yelu Dashi finished speaking, he waved his hand, and his five children were led out by soldiers.
These children, four boys and one girl, wore traditional Khitan clothes. They were sleepy-eyed. The oldest was seven years old and the youngest was only three years old. They were all very happy to see Yelu Dashi. They had not seen their father for a long time.
"Father." The shouts made Yelu Dashi feel pain in his heart.
The unbearable feeling flashed in Yelu Dashi's eyes. He walked closer, led his second and strongest son Yelu Yile, and asked his soldiers to take him back.
Yelu Yile glanced at him in confusion, feeling a little aggrieved when his father only drove him away. However, the child was so strong-willed that he followed the soldiers without saying anything.
After sending away his second son, Yelu Dashi closed his eyes and drew his sword to kill the other children one by one.
Blood splattered on his face, and while wiping his face, he wiped away a few tears of his own.
Yelu Dashi immediately said in a cold voice: "Only the strongest son will be brought with him. If he brings more than one, he will be killed without mercy!"
All the generals in the tent were heartbroken and felt an indescribable discomfort.
Yelu Dashi continued: "Xiao Yixue, who will guard the east gate tonight?"
Xiao Yixue laughed miserably, who is guarding the east gate... Your Majesty, you really don’t know? I’m afraid you even know the subordinate generals clearly. Xiao Yixue cupped his fists and said: "Your Majesty, I am my minister."
He was injured and couldn't escape. This should be part of His Majesty's plan. Xiao Yixue sighed deeply in his heart. For the survival of Khitan, Your Majesty even killed his own children, just to make the generals strictly obey orders.
, so many people fled, couldn’t they take five children with them?
In this case, let me, Xiao Yixue, be His Majesty's last abandoned son.
"Xiao Aiqing, you open the city gate at Haishi, attract all the Jurchens, and put them in Yunzhou City so that others can have a chance to escape." After Yelu Dashi said, Xiao Yixue had already been prepared. From the beginning, he
I knew this would be the result. Those left behind would definitely die...
In this way, they can be regarded as selling off all their teammates. It is impossible for these Song people to surrender. When Yao Pingzhong fights to the death, he can also buy time for the Khitans.
Xiao Yixue knelt on one knee: "I will live up to your trust!"
Yelu Dashi pulled him up and said loudly: "Come here, take charge of Xiao Du's family and escort him. No one should be hurt or lost!"
Xiao Yixue raised his head and glanced at Yelu Dashi beside him. If the Khitan still has a glimmer of hope today, it probably lies with this man.
"Your Majesty, take care... I'm leaving."
Xiao Yi and Xue came out of their clothes, and the tent was filled with astonishment. Yelu Dashi let out a long sigh of relief and waved his hand: "Go and get ready."
The tent was empty when people left, and only the large Yelu stone was left in the tent, facing a portrait alone.
The man in the portrait has a Chinese character face, a high nose and a square mouth, and is majestic. He is the hero of the generation, Yelu Abaoji.
Yelu Abaoji unified the seven Khitan tribes, conquered the Bohai Kingdom, Shi Wei and the Xi people, and appointed Han Yanhui and others to formulate laws, reform customs, create Khitan culture, and develop agriculture and commerce.
This created the Khitan, a vast grassland empire. The Khitan was far stronger than any previous grassland country. Not only was it far ahead in terms of territory and population, but the country lasted for more than two hundred years. It sat back and watched the five generations of the Central Plains change, but the Khitan
Always strong.
There has never been a grassland overlord with such a foundation that allowed the Central Plains dynasty to pay tribute and send annual coins.
"Your Majesty Taizu, the unworthy descendant Yelu Dashi, today I have to give up the country you have built for the survival of the Khitans. May Taizu's spirit in heaven protect his descendants and find a way out. One day, the Khitan people will return to this land.