Outside Datong City, Jurchen soldiers and horses gathered, and soon countless soldiers came out supporting each other.
From time to time, some people would look back and look back, as if they were in a dream. This city would surely become their lifelong nightmare and would often appear in future nightmares.
If there is a hell on earth, perhaps it is Datong City today.
The autumn wind blew by, and the coaches of the Song and Jin Dynasties looked at each other from a distance. Looking at the city of Datong, they had different moods.
What Yang Lin saw was the reconstruction that was about to take place immediately after the devastation. The Han family screen vassal was restored, managed and built, so that the north gate could protect the border from foreign invaders.
What Wanyan Agu wanted to do was to bring Yelu Yanxi back, put an end to the turmoil in the Jin Kingdom, and consolidate the foundation of the Jin Kingdom for ten years. If he went south one day, the situation would not be what it is today.
The Jurchen generals behind him, except Zong Han, Lou Shi, etc., who wanted to gain greater power in the Jin Kingdom through the southern expedition, were very happy.
He conquered such a large territory, but before he had time to enjoy it for a few days, the Liao people's mansion, beauties and groups of slaves were all waiting for him at home.
You know, even ordinary Jurchen soldiers are assigned more than a dozen slaves.
After all, there were too few Jurchens, and Daliao was a behemoth. It was like a bandit who robbed a local gentry and suddenly became the master. They could not imagine the happiness of the Liao nobles for the time being, and they needed to feel it slowly.
Yang Lin looked back and saw that the faces of the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty also had excited expressions. The young master cherished the lives of the warriors and would not let everyone continue to gamble their lives in this plague-ridden land. After taking back Yunnei, the You ceded by Shi Jingtang.
Yun Liuzhou will soon be completely back in the hands of people like himself.
Yang Lin breathed a long sigh of relief. Everything has its gains and losses. He exchanged Yelu Yanxi for Yunnei. Now it seems that the cost is the least and the profit is the greatest.
But they also lost the opportunity to beat the Jurchens to death with a stick. The opportunities for both sides in this decisive battle were equal. Wanyan Lou's room was like an iron chain across the river, blocking the Sanggan River, making it difficult for Han Shizhong and Zongze to move.
Jin. This one person destroyed his strategy of encirclement on three sides. Not a single soldier of the East Route Army could reach the gates of Datong. If not, he might choose a more radical approach, and the long-term pain here would be worse than the short-term pain.
Give it a try with the Jurchens.
After returning, I am confident that I can raise the strength of Song Dynasty to another level.
At that time, it would be a good idea to launch an expedition to the north, attack Huanglong, and secure the border forever.
The Jurchens slowly retreated, until no one could be seen, and a burst of cheers erupted in Datong City.
Yang Lin waved his hand gently, and several cavalry guards rode into the city to get all the soldiers out of the city.
The west city gate controlled by the Song Army slowly opened, and after a while Yao Pingzhong slowly walked out with a group of people.
A group of Qinlong veterans couldn't help crying when they looked at the Western Army they once commanded.
The faces of these people were covered in blood, and it was obvious that they had adjusted their military robes, and they could smell the stench from a distance.
There is nothing glamorous about so-called heroes, especially on the battlefield...
Behind every achievement was a blur of blood and flesh. Yang Lin gently pulled the reins, took a few steps forward, and suddenly pulled out his sword, pointing at the sky.
The soldiers behind them could no longer control themselves, and raised their swords one after another, cheering loudly. The blades reflected the dazzling light, and at this moment the sky and the earth were eclipsed.
The seed masters were already in tears. Hearing the earth-shattering cheers, they no longer cared about the Confucian general's demeanor. They roared like a rough soldier: "Brother, did you see it? This is the West."
Army."
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In Datong City, after all the soldiers and horses came out, the first ones to enter were no longer the soldiers.
Xu Shuwei led a group of people wearing linen yellow clothes and their faces covered with white cloth into the city.
The corpses must be burned cleanly, and any sick people in the corner must be gathered and isolated.
This is a scorched earth-like Yunnei. It is more difficult to recover than Youyan. At least it will take a month and a half just to control the epidemic.
The Song and Jin Dynasties were one of the most severe periods of plague in history, and this was related to the Jurchens' fighting methods.
They fought and killed wherever they went, driving the troops to attack the city, killing and injuring hundreds of thousands at every turn.
A large number of corpses cannot be cleaned up in time and become a breeding ground for germs. In the end, they are very likely to contaminate nearby soil, water sources, food, etc. This background is what we traditionally call "a major epidemic after a major disaster."
Provides possibilities.
"On every fifty days, more than 900,000 people die from various gates, including those who are too poor to be buried."
The entire history of the Jin Dynasty is a history of plague. It is unknown how many people died from the infection.
So much so that when Mongolia later wiped out money, they even engaged in biological and chemical warfare. They used trebuchets to throw the corpses of people who died from the plague into the city, which was very immoral.
In the camp outside the city, medicinal soup had been prepared long ago. After Yao Pingzhong's soldiers washed themselves by the river, they burned all the old and tattered armor.
Some people were reluctant to part with them, looking at the clothes and armor in the fire with distressed expressions on their faces.
Immediately there were several patrolling generals who scolded: "These things may be infected with the plague, but they are just broken houses. There is nothing to feel bad about."
Soon someone came pushing supplies and asked them to line up to receive new ones. Only then did these groups of naked soldiers come back to life.
Yang Lin was sitting on a rock at the top of the mountain, looking at the scene below, his face sinking like water.
I don't know when it will be possible to completely clean up this old land of the Han family. From the looks of it, Yunnei has been completely destroyed.
Yelu Yanxi, Yelu Dashi, Wanyan Aguda... one by one came and went, and within a few years, they were fighting almost every day.
The people here are of various ethnic groups, and how to manage them is also a big problem.
Whether to simply merge it into Qinlong or establish an independent province, the pros and cons were so intertwined that it made his head spin.
There was a sound of footsteps behind me, followed by a loud voice: "Teacher, I never thought that I would still be alive to meet you again."
Yang Lin then shook his head, turned around, and said with a smile: "Xi Yan, this time we followed the path of Yelu Dashi. I didn't expect that this thief's heart is as strong as iron and he is so decisive."
The Liao Dynasty took Bintie as its country name. In the last years, it turned out that only the Yelu Dashi, which was as indomitable as Bintie, could retain some of the Khitan's blood. Yelu Abaoji has a spirit in the sky, I don't know what he will think.
Throughout Yelu Dashi's life, whether in later history or today, he has suffered repeated defeats. After Youyan defeated Tongguan, he was controlled by Xi Wang Xiao Qian and watched him divide Youyan and eventually fall.
He was once tied to a standing horse by the Jin people and used as a guide to conquer Yunzhou, and later escaped from the Jin camp; he was also put under house arrest by Yelu Yanxi, and finally escaped alone by killing people.
He had to escape from dangerous situations three or four times, and finally, with more than two hundred confidants, he established a huge empire known as Xiliao. He controlled the area from Gaochang in the east to the Caspian Sea in the west, and became the overlord of Central Asia.
Yao Pingzhong smiled and said: "Yelü Dashi... What a pity."
Yang Lin patted the soil on his hands and said: "Lao Zhong is dead, and his grandson will help the spirit return to Weicheng. He will be buried in the tomb soon. Lao Zhong is a national hero. I have to go and pay incense. It's up to you to stay here."
Come and guard it temporarily."
"Don't worry, my mentor, Xi Yan will definitely live up to his trust."