The Youyan area is already very hot in summer, especially after passing the Great Wall.
Zong Han had taken off his flashy gold and silver armor, his arms were bare, and he was sweating profusely.
At his feet, kneeling was a Jurchen general, trembling with fear.
Zong Han tore into a piece of barbecue, sprinkled it with salt, and cursed: "It doesn't matter if the Great Wall can't be broken. It's understandable that Jingzhou can't be broken. The 20,000 people in front of Shimen Town haven't advanced an inch. What are you doing here alive?"
The Jurchen generals on the ground were covered in black smoke, rotten pustules and flesh, which was very disgusting.
He fell on the ground and cried mournfully: "Those southern barbarians used unknown weapons. After a loud noise, thick smoke billowed. After my men were smoked, they fell to the ground and twitched. Their hands and feet had no strength, as if they had been beaten.
It’s like it’s drained.”
"A defeat is a defeat. How can there be so many reasons? Shimen Town has blocked us for so long, and the army does not know how much it will lose. It is impossible to save your life. Since you have been following me for many years, what else is there?
Any last words?"
This Jurchen Tatar knew that he would not escape death, so he frowned and said: "Zong Han, please bring my plot under your command."
He has a hundred or so people under his command, plus his family and relatives, which is a small force of about a thousand people, relying on him to make a living.
This man also knew that after his death, these people under his command would definitely become vassals of others and would inevitably be squeezed out and exploited. If they could directly join Zong Han's command, they might be able to live a good life.
Zong Han nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you."
The Tatar didn't expect Zong Han to really agree, so he was overjoyed, but when he thought about his imminent death, he was still a little unwilling. However, he was more afraid that Zong Han would regret it, so he looked a little stunned, pulled out the knife and wiped his neck.
This fellow was also very cruel to him, with a deep wound on his neck and severed a major artery.
Blood flowed all over the tent, and a smell of fishy smell filled the air. No one in the tent looked unwell, but Zong Han was still eating meat.
After finishing the last bite, Zong Han stood up and clapped his hands. He glanced around with sinister eyes and said, "This time, I won the strike with great difficulty from Emperor Aguda. If we can't fight again, we will all die."
"Don't worry, Zong Han. We have conquered so many Liao Dog cities. We are still afraid that the Song Dynasty will fail. The further south these barbarians go, the more they can't help but fight. I heard that when you reach the far south, they will stretch their necks as soon as you draw your sword."
, it’s convenient for you to cut, I don’t know if it’s true or false.”
The Tatars laughed, and Zong Han also found it a bit funny, saying: "I don't know if I can stretch my neck or not. It is absolutely true that the Song Dynasty was suppressed by the Khitan for a hundred years. The Liao people are still in front of our Jurchen sons."
They are vulnerable to a single blow, let alone these Song barbarians."
These people are so confident that when a nation gains momentum, it is difficult to stop it.
As the sky gets darker, the temperature gradually gets cooler by the Hushui River outside Jingzhou City.
After the Jurchens withdrew their troops, the Song army also began to bury pots and make rice in the fortifications built along the river.
Dozens of wisps of dark smoke rose into the sky, and the Jurchen Tatars were shocked. They calmed down when they realized that these were smoke rising straight into the sky.
In the bloody battles of the past few days, poisonous smoke came from time to time. The Song army fired some smoking iron balls from the dark tube on the tower. They were poisoned when they smelled them. They have become the shadow of the Jurchen soldiers and horses on this battlefield.
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Although this kind of poison can't kill people, it can make you feel sick and uncomfortable for several days, which is really not something humans do.
Seeing that it was not poisonous smoke, the Jurchens cursed and continued to light the fire and repair it. In fact, poison artillery was very scarce, and the conditions for its use were very restrictive. Once the wind direction was misjudged, it was very likely to severely hit their teammates.
Qu Duan in the city was looking at the map in a daze. The situation was getting worse day by day. The Jurchen Tatar soldiers and horses continued to pour in. Now it could be concluded that the Longshan defense line had been completely penetrated.
Those forts all over Longshan, who would have thought that they would be so powerless in a confrontation between great powers. There is no blocking force in the Longshan area. The Tatars attack from two directions. Both the Great Wall and Yanshan are facing huge pressure.
Once Zong Han controls Tanzhou and Jingzhou, the defense line that the Great Wall Corps worked so hard to build will be used by the Tatars. It will be extremely difficult to get it back, and the Tatars will have the initiative to move south at any time.
Han Shuai in Jingzhou didn't know what he was doing, and he never came up with a strategy.
"What a fool! You went to Jingzhou to do it. If you can't give up your position, I will take command for you." Qu Duan cursed.
In Jingzhou City, Han Shizhong was not idle at all. He placed sentries and scouts all around, selected smart and capable young soldiers from the army, and sent them to the jungles and mountains in the Longshan and Yanshan areas.
Daily news is continuously transmitted to Jingzhou through various channels.
He had a bold idea in his mind, but even his closest associates were not informed of it.
This strategy seemed a bit crazy. Han Shizhong looked at the map, especially the Longshan area, and stared at it for a long time.
You can come directly to this place from the Great Wall to the east. It is conceivable that the Jurchens will set up a large number of troops to guard this entrance.
All signs indicate that Zong Han has entered Youyan from Longshan, and he is not south of the Great Wall.
The handsome flag hung in the Jin Army's camp was definitely Zong Han's deception.
If you can recapture Longshan... divide the Jurchen soldiers and horses into two parts, mobilize Youyan's army, and kill Zong Han between Longshan and Yanshan...
If you want to do this, you have to lure the enemy deeper and have to give up some cities.
At least in Jingzhou, we have to give up and lure Zong Han to a farther place, preferably to Jizhou.
But this will definitely cause panic, and maybe even be criticized by Bianliang.
Losing territory without fighting is a serious crime. It would be great if Yang Shaozai was here at this time.
Han Shizhong missed his immediate boss so much that even if the sky fell, he would have to be hit first.
With Yang Shaozai's courage, he would definitely agree, right? Thinking of this, Han Shizhong hesitated again. Last year in Bianliang, Yang Lin personally told him that he didn't even want to fight a battle with an 80% chance of winning. Now Yang Shaozai wants to fight a battle with a 100% certainty.
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But retaking Longshan was inherently difficult, and annihilating Zonghan accidentally turned it into a counter-siege.
Whether the Great Wall Corps' troops in Youyan can absorb these Tatars pouring into Longshan requires a lot of intelligence to prove.
"Report, it has been discovered that the one left behind in the Longshan area is Zonghan's son Wanyan Sheyema. He was ordered to search for food, grass and raw materials in the fortress of Longshan."
Han Shizhong walked quickly from the table and asked quickly: "How many people are there?"
"Brothers, based on the number of smoke pillars and flags, we can roughly estimate that there are no less than 50,000 people."
Han Shizhong rolled his eyelids, pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Do you know how many Jurchens and vassal armies there are?"
"I don't know."
Han Shizhong waved his hand and said: "I know, come here, give them a credit and continue the investigation."
"Wanyanshe is a badass? I've never heard of it. I don't know what kind of character it is." Han Shizhong muttered to himself.
Several Jurchen generals, as he knew very well, had never heard of this idea.
But it's okay, after all, he's not a birdman like Lou Shi, so he shouldn't leave anyone who is too strong to do the work of robbing food, grass, and living.
"Zong Han, a Tatar, wants to give me a sandwich with the Great Wall Roll. I, Han Wu, will treat you to Yanshan Jiaoer (dumplings, called Jiaoer in the Song Dynasty) soup first."