"Why did the Jurchen son we led become like this? The enemy is not destroyed, but the camp is full of casualties. How can we fight hard?"
"It's okay to not fight this battle as I said. When the emperor sent out troops, he told the shaman that he would destroy the Liao Kingdom. Now that the Liao Kingdom has been forgotten, we should go back and enjoy the blessings. Has it ever happened before that such a large Liao Kingdom was conquered?
A good day?”
In the Jurchen camp, voices of retreating troops were heard one after another. Whether it was generals or ordinary soldiers, they all had the idea of retreating north.
The current ambitions of the Jurchens are generally not very big, otherwise in the history of later generations, they would not have captured You Yan and sold it to Tong Guan for money.
Although Yunnei is good, it is not necessary. After all, the territory of Daliao is large enough for them.
Wanyan Aguda in the big tent also had the idea of withdrawing his troops. The biggest purpose of sending troops this time has been achieved. There is no need to exhaust the Jurchen soldiers for Yunnei.
After all, no matter how good you are at fighting, you will still end up with the same fate in the face of the plague.
"Send someone to Song camp to discuss peace!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the big tent looked happy, and no one wanted to die under this terrible plague.
The sun is gradually setting in the west, and there is a tacit agreement to avoid fighting for another day outside the city. However, in Datong City, there are still red-eyed Song and Jin soldiers fighting on the streets.
Yao Pingzhong looked at his extremely tired men, sighed and said: "We can't fight any more. This city has become a dead city. If we continue to waste our troops, our Western Army will be wiped out in Yao Pingzhong's hands."
The wound was infected. At this time, his face turned pale and he was lying in a corner, his face was like gold paper and his breath was like a gossamer.
"There are still a few flesh and blood in the Zhong family. Brothers like me are no longer able to survive... If not, just beat them out."
His words expressed everyone's feelings. Datong was a dead city, with thousands of people dying every day. What was even more frightening was that the corpses of these dead people soon became a new source of plague.
Coupled with days of hand-to-hand street fighting, the Western Army in Datong City was on the verge of collapse.
The pressure exerted by the war is fair to both sides, and no one has it easy. These two elite soldiers and horses, which are the best in the world, also invariably cannot stand the torture of the war.
An unprecedented war temporarily fell into calm because of the plague.
Outside Yanmen Pass, Yang Lin and his guards had already arrived. The speed with which the civilian commander of the imperial court arrived this time surprised everyone.
Yang Lin's eyes were red and bloodshot, and his shoulders were slightly hunched.
News of war kept coming along the way. Now that he had understood the situation on the front line, the idea of peace negotiations appeared in his mind.
In this era, a large-scale epidemic is really a disaster.
Especially on the battlefield, the inability to dispose of corpses made the situation even worse. The Song Dynasty also knew how to burn the corpses of some dead soldiers, while the Jin people simply dumped them on the roadside, surrounded by flies and exposed to the scorching sun.
After leaving Yanmen Pass, Yang Lin went straight to Qinlong Barracks, where Zhongshi and others greeted him outside.
Seeing a group of smoke rising into the sky from a distance, Zhongshi Zhong, Yao Gu and other generals were all in awe.
The civil servants of the Song Dynasty actually braved the plague and came to the front line... In the past, those civil servants would command operations in a city hundreds of miles away, sitting in the government office, surrounded by maids, holding a map, and talking lightly
Giving orders while talking and laughing.
Anyway, the lives of the Song Dynasty warriors were not valuable. Even if the Western Army was created by Wang Anshi's reform and had greater autonomy, it was inevitable that it would be ordered by Yi Qi, a civilian official sent by the imperial court.
"Where is the old Mr. Zhong?" Yang Lin shouted from a distance, shouting on his horse.
There was a promise, with a hint of sadness: "Young Master, Mr. Zhong...is gone."
After heavy rain, it’s summer night again, and mosquitoes are everywhere.
When I was resting in a slightly flatter place in the forest, these mosquitoes were buzzing and flying around, which made me very irritated.
In the clearing in the forest, the light of the stars and the moon shines down from the shade of the trees, shining on the ground like a wave of water. But none of the Jurchen warriors can appreciate this beautiful scenery in the mountains. They just sit or lie on the ground, patting it from time to time.
Mosquitoes were driven away from their bodies and faces. This hot and humid summer weather also made them extremely uncomfortable. From time to time, some people cursed in a low voice in Jurchen dialect.
The Jurchen sergeant who was on patrol outside returned to hand over the duties, and threw himself heavily on the ground. After a while, snoring could be heard. The Jurchen sergeant who took over got up with a curse and continued to patrol the sentry.
Suddenly, the firelight shook at the bottom of the mountain, and several Jurchen patrols returned quickly. Their shrill, hoarse voices tore through the silence of the night sky.
"The Song people are attacking."
When the Jurchen Tatars got up, they saw a flood of fire in the west, cavalry and cavalry, and large groups of people and horses, taking advantage of the darkness to come quickly, as if they were like lava spewing and flowing northward after a volcanic eruption, heading eastward with an unstoppable force.
Coming roaring!
Regardless of whether it is a war or a peace, we must use some negotiating skills to come forward and not lose the initiative.
After Yang Lin arrived, he immediately ordered a large army to be gathered and launched a night attack on the Jurchen camp on the outskirts of Datong.
The sound of horse hooves in the distance was like thunder, and the mountains and valleys echoed. In the night, the fire was burning, illuminating the battlefield brightly.
The battlefield, which had been silent for more than ten days, fell into fighting again. The Jurchens were cursing and mounting their horses. The shouts of killing were deafening, causing the mountains to ring, the valleys to respond, the mountain wind to howl, and the dark clouds in the night sky above to tremble.
Roaring and stirring.
After holding it in for so long, all the fear of plague and death was thrown away at this moment.
Yang Keshi took the lead, everyone covered their mouths with white cloths, regardless of casualties or exhaustion, they just wanted to rush into the military camp, chop down the last dog Tatar in front of him, and then trample them with iron hoofs.
Then he passed by and trampled them all into pulp.
Then use absolute force to end this battle that has driven people crazy!
Countless spears and horses were mixed into the array of Jurchen soldiers who were fighting out of the stronghold. The cavalry dismounted one after another and chopped down the stronghold fence. In the distance, a crossbow machine was raised high, and its wooden feathers and short arrows swept across the Jurchen soldiers and horses who dared to defend the stronghold fence.
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The Jurchens reacted quickly and howled wildly. Being suppressed for so long made people almost want to go crazy. Since they wanted to die, why not die on the battlefield. Who would want to lie on the ground, with limbs limp like a little girl, being beaten?
People look at it like a dead person.
Once they entered the battle, they quickly showed their strong combat talents. They were as powerful as thunder and exploded out of the air. The Song people's indomitable momentum was stunned.
The two sides were fighting together, and the soldiers' shouts of killing were so loud that they seemed to lift the sky inside the clouds. When the soldiers and horses in the city heard the noise, they climbed up to the top of the city they controlled and looked outside.
The soldiers of both sides are fighting fiercely, but the coaches understand that this is to show their strength to the other side. Let you see my fists, I can still fight, and it will not be good for both sides to spend time here.
Wanyan Aguda, who was in the big tent, came out wearing a battle armor, with a somewhat sad look on his face.
A few days ago, I lost one of my sons in Datong City. This morning, another son died. His whole body was covered with ulcers and died of the plague. The campaign to conquer the Liao Dynasty went so smoothly, but I didn’t expect that the campaign against the Song Dynasty was so unsatisfactory. Everyone said that the Southerners
Weak, that doesn't seem to be the case now.
Looking at the massive night attack from a distance, the most evil Jurchen emperor of this generation finally sighed: "The southerners cannot be underestimated. The Song Dynasty is stronger than the Liao Dynasty. The time for us to go south has not yet come."