The fire burned all night, and the city of Datong was filled with smoke in the early morning.
Many Liao people who were lucky enough to escape took to the streets. Some people lost their homes and sat helplessly on the ground hugging each other, waiting for their unknown fate;
Some people sighed and walked around, busy here and there, not knowing what they were going to do;
Some people cried loudly, "The Liao Dynasty has perished, the Liao Dynasty has perished. When I died, I was still a Liao man, not an obedient Jurchen." After saying this, he hit the wall and died.
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The neighborhood was full of people, and the Jurchens soon took over the neighborhood.
Several tall horses, carrying heavily armored Jurchen cavalry, walked on the stone road in Datong.
The street was quiet, the sound of horse hooves was particularly loud, and pairs of eyes stared at them, staring at them, refusing to move.
The Liao people who were near the middle of the street retreated to the side of the road to make way for the Jurchens.
The Jin people had already learned about Yelu Dashi's plan from the prisoners of the Liao soldiers. Wanyan Aguda was not prepared to pursue them far away. Yunnei was the focus of the current struggle.
Last year's Southern Expedition failed to capture Youyan, now we must capture Yunnei, otherwise we will lose our innate advantage in the future confrontation with the Song Dynasty.
As for the Yelu Dashi who fled west, there is nothing to fear for those who have even lost the foundation of their ancestors.
Wanyan Agu issued an order not to massacre the Liao people in Datong City, at least not until they had complete control.
The Jurchen Tatars rode their horses and passed each street slowly, feeling proud in their hearts.
In just three years, the last territory of Daliao will fall into the hands of our Jurchens.
The general at the head was not wary at all, staring coldly at the Liao people everywhere on the ground, the joy in his heart was about to overflow.
Datong in midsummer was a bit hot even in the early morning. This Jurchen general took off his helmet, with his pigtails hanging down, and it turned out to be Wanyan Zongjun, the sixth son of Aguda.
He looked at these kneeling Liao people as if they were looking at a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Behind his horse, there were also the Liao surrender troops entering the city who also looked at his figure with complicated eyes.
The Jurchen Tatars began to gather their war horses, please click to capture them, and slowly they all poured into Datong City.
Suddenly, Wanyan Zongjun saw a Liao flag that was trampled and stained with blood and had a vivid flying tiger symbol on it.
He gently picked it up with the tip of the knife, then held it in his hand and looked at it in the sun, his face full of arrogance.
A sharp arrow stopped suddenly and shot through his throat! Immediately afterwards, countless arrows were shot towards him.
Zong Jun fell off his horse, his head and neck were like a hedgehog, he was bleeding, his eyes were wide open, and he died.
The shouts of killing echoed in the buildings in the street, and Song soldiers began to fire hidden arrows from the rooftops of the buildings.
Countless Liao people were scattered on the ground, and they didn't know when the tall buildings were filled with archers.
Aguda hesitated for a moment and did not enter the city at night, giving Yao Pingzhong and Zhong Lai enough time.
One of the Jurchen princes died, and each of them looked like a madman. They quickly dismounted their horses and hid under the buildings, using their bows and shooting arrows to fight back.
War horses were galloping, going back and forth between the big tents, and the Jurchens mobilized their troops and generals, and began to set up camp step by step in the city.
The street fighting in Datong has officially begun.
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"Yao Xiyan is a general of our dynasty and has to be saved. Xijun Paoze is a brother of our township party and we have to save him." Zhong Shidao said with a firm face as he patted the table.
The cultivator hesitated a little and asked, "If this is the case, wouldn't our efforts in Yingzhou be in vain?"
"Xiao Zhong, what do you mean!" Yao Gumei flew into his temples, obviously very angry and no longer caring about each other's face.
Zhong Shizhong knew his mood and said: "Brother Yao, what are you in a hurry? I didn't say we wouldn't save him. The Western Army was surrounded, we didn't go, and Qin Long's father didn't agree. It's just that Yingzhou... is
It’s not about leaving some manpower behind.”
"Yao Xiyan said he was surrounded, but I don't think so. He has the Qin Feng Army and the Shenwu Army in his hands. Even if he fights in the streets of Datong, he may not have no chance of winning. The competition now is between us and the Jin people's reinforcements. Who can be more powerful?
Arrive soon. This may seem dangerous, but in fact it is an excellent fighter opportunity!" At the critical moment, Zhong Shidao made the final decision. After speaking, he glanced at the generals again and said in a concentrated voice: "Leave some soldiers and horses in the Yingzhou Prefecture Fort to defend.
, gather your subordinates and go to Yunzhou to help!"
In Yingzhou Prefecture, the ancient yellow road is filled with smoke and dust.
As the war horses galloped back and forth, soldiers and horses distributed in various forts began to gather.
Coincidentally, the Jurchens also walked out of Yingzhou Mansion and rushed eastward as hard as they could.
In Yingzhou Prefecture, only one Jurchen Mou Ke and eight battalions of resentful troops were left. These meager combat capabilities were indeed a bit weak in this battle between Yunnei's powerful forces.
Pharmacist Guo was worried, fearing that the Qin people from the northwest would come to attack the city. Although the city of Yingzhou Prefecture was high and deep, the soldiers of the Eighth Battalion of the Resentful Army under his command had not yet completely returned home. Even after Dong Xiaoxiu died, his confidants were still united.
Together, they hate themselves quite a lot.
They were not very strong soldiers to begin with. In this battle where both sides were elites, it was not easy to protect themselves. Fortunately, his worry only lasted for three days. Standing at the top of the city of Yingzhou Prefecture, Medical Master Guo was stunned.
It was discovered that the soldiers and horses in Yunnei, no matter which side they belonged to, were marching towards Datong.
At this time, in Yuzhou Mansion, Zongze and Wang Zhen were facing the sand table, arranging the marching path.
"General manager, now Yunnei will become the main battlefield."
Zongze raised his head, saw Wang Zhen's eyes meeting his, and sighed softly: "It's a pity that Yelu Dashi escaped earlier, otherwise he could have bought some time for the Song Dynasty."
"General manager, we have strong soldiers and horses, and plenty of money and food. Why wait any longer? The general feels that it is just right to start a war at this time!" Wang Zhen was full of confidence. Although the Jurchens were strong, he was not afraid of a battle.
Zongze shook his head slightly. He was about to explain what he was thinking and Shaozai's new policy, but the words came to his lips but he did not say them out. He just said: "What General Wang said is true. Our troops are in great power. Now,
Fan then captured Yunnei and added a northern gate screen to the Song Dynasty."
Since the fight has reached this point, of course the more morale the better. After Zongze finished speaking, he pointed on the sand table and said: "We will pass through from here. Along the way, we can block the Jurchen reinforcements coming down the Sanggan River."
"Is that... Wanyan Lou's room?"
Zongze nodded, a stern look flashed in his eyes: "Just beat him up in Wanyan Lou's room!"
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Bianliang City, small courtyard in the west of the city.
Bianliang, who received the news more than ten days late, became nervous at this time.
When the officials were walking, they were talking about the civil war in Yunnan. Most of the people were sighing because they often heard about the cruelty of the Jurchens.
The soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty have performed well in recent years, but they have not yet reached the point where the Chinese people are full of confidence. After all, the status of warriors has not been fully restored.
In Yang Lin's arms was the daughter Zhe Huanxiang had just given birth to. Several women and maids followed him nervously, fearing that he would not be able to hold the child and would damage the delicate newborn.
"Yelü Dashi..." Yang Lin recited it several times and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, time is also fate. Although I have paid enough attention to him, I still underestimated him."
He arranged the so-called Hongmen Banquet to kill the Khitans, but he didn't expect that he would get rid of the golden hook and go far to the northwest, so that a strong man would have his wrist cut off.
Beside him, Song Jiang came closer: "Young Zai, the northwest soldiers and horses are gathering in Shuozhou. Should we rush to help Yunnei or chase after us? The Tatars will definitely cooperate with us."
"It rains everywhere, and the grass does not moisten the rootless grass. If you leave this land, what else can you do? He dare not go to the Western Regions. From the northwest, he can only go to the Caucasus, or flee to Russia. Let him
Go fight with the furry bear, and let him make as much trouble as he wants in Europe..."
Song Jiang was confused when he heard this, but Yang Lin had already given a decisive order: "Gongming, this is no longer a matter of rushing to the aid of Yunnei. This battle is now a battle for the fate of the country that must be fought. The next ten years of Song and Jin Dynasties will be determined by this battle.
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"Northwestern soldiers, Tibetan soldiers, Qiang soldiers, Uighur soldiers, and Kelie soldiers all marched eastward to Shuozhou and rushed to Datong from the west."
"Yizhou, Yuzhou, and Bazhou each left half of their troops to garrison, and the rest rushed to Datong from the east."
"Han Shizhong, are you watching a show in Tanzhou? Send someone to tell him to stop the Jurchen reinforcements from the Great Wall, put one down and let him fuck him to the end, and go to the Huotou Army to bury the pot and make rice."
Song Jiang secretly praised in his heart that Shaozai was really loyal, but his apprentice was different. This is how much strength he must concentrate to save this Yao Pingzhong.
He memorized them one by one, and just as he was about to leave, Yang Lin shouted: "Wait! There are still Imperial Guards in Beijing... Let Hu Yantong take command, gather 30,000 Imperial Guards, and march east of Hedong to support Datong from the south."
"Since we are going to fight, don't hide it. Just develop it after the fight is completed. The worst is that it will be poor for another one or two years. Even if this Yunnei is broken, we still have to hold it in our hands and let us rebuild it."