If he were a qualified commander, he would definitely send people to clear out these hidden dangers in the stronghold after the war started and before the Song army entered the stronghold.
Wanyan Sheyema, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, is obviously not that sophisticated.
His purpose here is to search for and plunder survivors for the Jurchens to use.
In his eyes, these beasts were like dogs and sheep, and if they broke out, they would be enough to kill him.
Thousands of Han from the Yan region penetrated into the heart of the city from behind, and the Jurchen garrison was thrown into chaos.
The situation on the battlefield changed. They shouted and shouted from the city tower and went straight to the main force of the Jurchens.
These people's family members and relatives were all harmed by the Jurchens. Their hatred is as deep as the sea, and their suffering is as great as a mountain. Their eyes burst out with terrifying light, filled with endless hatred and overwhelming resentment, and they come for revenge.
The Jurchen's disadvantage of having few soldiers and horses was suddenly magnified infinitely, because even if they could massacre these people, they would still need time and manpower.
The Song army, which had regained its morale, was desperately attacking. These people were not the freshmen in front of them. These elites of the Great Wall Corps, in terms of individual combat power, were not weaker than the Jurchen soldiers.
The Jurchens were helpless on the left and right. Yang Hong was overjoyed and climbed to the tower with a knife in one arm.
Under the cover of Yandi Han'er, the Song people came up slowly, and the city tower was not safe.
Gao Qingyi was horrified and commanded the Bohai soldiers to rush in desperately.
If Longshan was not secured or if something happened to him, he would have no chance of survival. At this time, the Bohai soldiers fled in all directions along with countless fleeing Khitan vassal troops.
The Bohai people and the Jurchens belong to the same ancestor, but they have gone to two extremes. The Bohai smelting technology is very developed, and the weapons and equipment, sailing ships, and handicrafts are very developed, but their combat effectiveness is very poor. After the defeat of Yelu Yanxi,
Bohai gathered 300,000 people and launched a sneak attack on Dongdong Road in Daliao. They were killed by the Liao people who had just been defeated. They left their armor and armor behind and could only ask Aguda for help.
The Jurchens, on the other hand, were very backward in productivity, but they could fight and overthrow the Liao Dynasty.
The fierce fighting of this intensity had long exceeded the limit that the Bohai soldiers could bear. All the strong archers fled in all directions and got into the jungle of Longshan.
The isolated Jurchen soldiers were killed one by one. Jie Yuan looked up to the sky and screamed, laughing loudly, but could not make a sound.
The long-term screaming made his voice temporarily mute, while other Song soldiers also felt happy about surviving the disaster.
The last few Tatars guarded the Shiye horse. The Yandi Haners took back their weapons from the stronghold and used hunting nets to capture the last Tatars one by one.
Jie Yuan could no longer support himself and collapsed to the ground. The soldiers around him stepped forward to help him. Jie Yuan cursed: "Hurry up and repair the city wall. The Jurchen Tatars and our reinforcements will be here soon!"
After the military order was given, the Song army had no time to repair, so they piled the corpses of the Jin soldiers outside the city and set them on fire.
Yunnei's lesson was very harsh, and now they dare not easily leave too many corpses in the wilderness, otherwise no one would want another plague.
The corpses of our own people were collected one by one, marked, and buried on the spot.
As for Wanyan Sheye's horse and a few captured Tatar soldiers, they were handed over to Yan Di Han'er for disposal.
A group of people discussed for a while and escorted them to a mound.
"Let them dig holes!" A middle-aged man who could speak Jurchen language ordered while kicking the horse.
When Shiye's horse stiffened its neck and refused to submit, the middle-aged man lowered his head and said with a cruel smile: "If you don't give the order, we will cut off your flesh piece by piece."
After saying that, he immediately took out the knife and made a clean cut on his body.
As the blood flowed out, Wanyan Shema became a little afraid, bared his teeth and asked, "What are you digging a hole for?"
Another cut, this time cutting off a piece of flesh from his arm.
"Dig! Dig a hole here!" Shiyema screamed in pain and yelled at his soldiers.
These Jurchen soldiers, who were tall and thick, were stripped naked, and dozens of bows and arrows were pointed at them.
Their eyes flashed with cruel looks, but they did not dare to disobey Shi Yema and started digging.
After digging, before they could make another move, dozens of bows and arrows fired, killing them all.
A group of people laughed and pushed Shiyama into the pit, burying only his head. A child held a jar and filled his ears with something sticky.
Wan Yanshe felt very uncomfortable, almost collapsed, and kept asking what it was.
After he finished doing it, everyone looked at him silently, watching around him.
Next to the pit, there was an ant nest. After a while, groups of small black ants followed the honey and got into his ears.
More and more ants were burrowing through the holes in his head, and Wan Yanshe's head felt so uncomfortable that he even yelled and shook his head desperately, but to no avail.
The revengeful crowd had no cheers or joy.
Everyone had a look of indifference on their faces, and a few people started crying quietly.
The cries slowly gathered, and the crowd, who could no longer bear it, howled loudly.
The Song army, who was repairing the city wall outside, paused for a while and then immersed himself in work——
Under Tanzhou City, the Jurchen army began to gather and showed signs of retreat.
Tanzhou, which had been unable to be conquered for a long time, was different from all the fortified cities that Jin Bing had seen before. This was a city that could not be captured at all.
The skill of the Han people in defending the city can be said that as long as the imperial court does not hold back and the surrendering faction does not have troops, foreigners cannot easily conquer a military state.
In later history, the entire north fell, but Wang Zhen of Taiyuan City was still suppressed for half a year. The Jurchen Tatars were in their prime, and there was nothing they could do at that time.
The Mongolian army that swept across Europe and Asia was blocked by the Southern Song Dynasty for fifty years. At this time, no one in West Asia, Central Asia, or Europe could stop them for a month.
The city is a barrier between civilization and barbarism. The Great Wall Corps has many elite soldiers and supplies, and the Central Government has also given them the greatest support. It can be said that even Tong Guanlai can hold it, let alone Han Shizhong.
Since the capture of Youyan, there has never been a day of relaxation. The Great Wall Corps has been reinforcing the city defenses, waiting for this battle.
Now that I have seen the real chapter and met with swords, I know the difference between preparation and unpreparedness. The Jurchens thought that by riding south, they could plunder and commit adultery at will. It is time to go bankrupt.
In the first two Youyan battles, the Jurchens were not convinced. None of them thought that they had lost. It was just that the timing was wrong and they just withdrew and waited for the opportunity.
In their view, the Song Dynasty will soon be like the Liao Dynasty, surrendering under the iron heel of the Jurchen soldiers. They will use their fine clothes and food for their own enjoyment, and their charming wives and concubines will become their slaves and their descendants.
, become your own slave.
Unfortunately, after kicking the iron plate, the soldiers of the Song Dynasty became stronger faster than the Tatars realized.
The uneasiness in Wanyan Zonghan's heart became stronger and stronger. His sense of danger was much stronger than that of his son.
Han Shizhong held up the telescope and breathed a long sigh of relief to calm down.
The time has come, no matter what happens to Longshan, he will start fighting.
Otherwise, the early retreat will become a joke, and he will be guilty of losing his land and city. Even if Yang Shaozai comes, he may not be spared.
As he leaned towards the city, Han Shizhong looked at the generals behind him and said in a solemn voice: "We are favored by the imperial court and ask people to give food to others. No warrior in the Song Dynasty has ever had such a favor. A man is seven feet tall."
What's the point of being born with a body full of blood? Make achievements and win fame today. With the order passed, people from all walks of life in Youyan ten states will start to fight back!"