The Longshan frontline scouts finally returned, bringing the news that the Song Dynasty soldiers least wanted to hear. Longshan had been breached.
After two months of fighting, the Great Wall defense line was finally torn open.
Han Shizhong, tired of his travels, led his team to fight outside Tanzhou, but calmed down after hearing the news.
Behind him, Qu Duan said in a deep voice: "Han Shuai, the matter has come to this, why not have a good fight!"
Over the years, the frontier army has fought in battles, reversed its decline, won more victories than lost, restored large areas of territory, and gained confidence.
More importantly, the shackles and frustrations of the past are no longer there. There are no literati who don't understand military skills to point fingers and take credit. If you win, you can see real rewards.
Moreover, not only did the imperial court no longer withhold and delay soldiers' pay, there was an endless supply of various supplies, and the army no longer had the passive and war-weary mood of dawdling.
The morale of the entire border is very high, and most of the soldiers and generals are eager to fight, waiting to make great achievements and gain the title of wife and son.
Han Shizhong looked back and saw that the soldiers under his command were full of murderous intent, the war horses were neighing and fat, and the flags and armor were bright. He chuckled and said: "You come and I fight, but it is just a loss of lives of the soldiers. There is nothing fun to do, so why not devise a plan?" Only by capturing Zong Han can people know what we are capable of."
Several generals around him disagreed. This was too whimsical. Qu Duan said anxiously: "Zong Han is the vanguard of the Jin army, and he is also a Jurchen general. Just like Song Hei... Song Taifu has the same status in this dynasty. How can he So easy to catch?"
Han Shizhong twisted his eyebrows, spat, and said: "I don't think that guy is necessarily under the Great Wall of Shilou. I carefully recalled the battle that day. Although Zong Han's flag was always there, it was not moved once. The general commanded , we need to look at the overall situation, is he so sure that he allows his men to attack on their own?"
"If this thief dares to go deep into Longshan, he has some courage."
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The Han people in the Longshan area are reluctant to leave this place easily. The mountains and rivers here are crisscrossed with ravines, and forts are often built along the mountains.
Back then, no matter whether it was the Khitans or other foreign races who wanted to harvest the grass valley, they could not easily succeed.
The people here have taken shelter from these powerful men and formed a system of their own. They have served their families for generations, and they are loyal, brave and tenacious.
However, none of the Han people expected that the Longshan Allied Forces would allow the Jurchen Tatars to invade with almost no resistance.
Han Shizhong's troops were in a critical situation with their flanks wide open, while the Jurchen Tatars' forward troops had already reached Jingzhou.
At the foot of Jingzhou City, countless people with tired faces were surrounding the city gate, pleading for the city gate to be opened and let them in. On the city wall, the soldiers of the Song Dynasty wearing red coats were also nervous. He looked at the bustling crowd below the city.
"Master, please let us enter the city! After escaping here, we managed to save a life from the Tatars. Some of them are old and weak. They can no longer walk. They have eaten all the food. Master, please save these people's lives." stop!"
"We men can use our energy to build city walls, transport earth, stone, bricks and tiles, we can do whatever we want! Just ask me to give my mother-in-law and baby a stuttering meal. If there is a ruined temple and a ruined kiln, I will stop to take a breath and show mercy!"
Among the refugees below the city, people kept crying and gathering together, which made people feel sympathy.
A Song general stood on the city tower and shouted loudly, telling them to continue running south, so that no one could resettle the refugees in Jizhou.
Among the refugees, a middle-aged man was elected. It was obvious that he was very prestigious, and everyone placed their hope in him. The crying stopped, and everyone looked this way.
This man came to the front and said loudly: "We have been running for two days and one night. Please be kind to the military lord in the city. Please open the city and let us have a drink of water and something to eat before continuing south."
The young general at the gate tower was hesitant. At this time, a general in black armor came over behind him and shouted loudly: "The Luan River flows day and night, and there is not enough water for you to drink. If there are Tatars mixed in,
If we open the city gate, wouldn't it mean that we are all going to die together? Get out of here right now, otherwise I will be regarded as a Jurchen spy and shot to death with random arrows. Don't say I didn't warn you when the time comes."
Many people in the crowd lowered their heads, with a look of resentment flashing in their eyes. Ordinary people were even more disappointed. Their feet were worn out. They were walking in a hurry and didn't bring much food with them.
The middle-aged man who was the leader of the refugees clasped his fists and said, "General, can you lend me some food? If you kill the Jurchens in the future, I, Hong Tian, will definitely come and pay it back."
The general on the city cursed, but still ordered people to use baskets and put down dozens of bags of rice.
The refugees surrounding Hong Tianding advanced and retreated in an orderly manner. A dozen young men came out, cleared the contents of the wooden cart they were pushing, and walked across the pontoon to load up the food.
Under the city, Hong Tianding clasped his fists and said loudly: "Thank you."
The general from the city tower showed his head, held on to the city wall and cursed: "You stupid man, you are talking too much nonsense. Hurry up and leave. There is smoke and a fight can start at any time. There is so much nonsense." After scolding, he turned back to scold the young general, "Such a small thing.
We can't do anything right. These bird refugees have been gathering here for so long. Not only will they delay our trip, but they will become cannon fodder when the Tatars come. Damn it, after fighting for so long, they are still so heartless."
The young general touched his head and said with a smile: "How can I not be as courageous as General Jie?"
This fierce general's name is Jie Yuan, which does not mean that he won the first place in the examination, but his surname is Jie Yuan. He is a Qingbi man in the security army who was Han Shizhong's former leader. His seniority is about the same as that of Hu Yantong. He is also an old Westerner.
Youzi, a veteran in the army, has always been known for his bravery in battles.
The refugees had no choice but to drag their exhausted bodies and continue on their way. Once caught by the Jurchens, the fate would be worse than that of pigs or dogs.
There are indeed refugee resettlement centers in the Jizhou area. In order to prevent the Jurchens from plundering their lives and using them as cannon fodder, Youyan has always fortified the walls and cleared the country during wars. Everyone has become accustomed to it. But they did not expect that Longshan would become a breakthrough this time. You must know that Longshan had previously
It is relatively steep and has never been attacked.
At the foot of Longshan Mountain, in the Hongjia Village, the leader of the village, Hong Tianxuan, was tied up with ropes and was pressed in front of the school ground.
The people in the village were driven away by the Jurchens and watched from below. When the village was broken by the Jurchens in a sneak attack, a large number of people fled, and the rest were those who walked slowly.
The Jurchens' horses were too fast, and those they recovered were destined to be abandoned. If they were forced to rescue, I'm afraid none of them would be able to escape.
A group of tall horses came out from the Jurchen soldiers. Wherever he passed, all the Jurchens moved out of the way.
The Jurchen general on the horse was covered in golden armor, and around his waist was an unknown expensive belt, studded with gems.
Under the exaggerated armor, he has a standard Jurchen warrior figure, short and stout, with a broad mouth and square face, and a fierce look.
The Jurchen soldiers around him all respected him. This man was Wanyan Zonghan, one of the most powerful Jurchen warriors.
"Hong Tianming, are you really not going to surrender your money to me?" Zong Han pointed his white whip at him and asked expressionlessly.
"I accidentally didn't expect that you could climb over the cliffs of Longshan and attack from the west. I was negligent. However, these Han children in Hongjiazhai have not given birth to a single bone of a foreign jackal for generations.
Come."
Wanyan Zonghan said nothing and rode straight forward. Although the Jurchen conspirators behind him did not understand what the Han man said, they all showed a cruel smile.
After a while, the sound of crying and howling sounded behind Zong Han. In the Hongjiazhai, people were burned, killed, raped and looted, and blood flowed like a river.