Chapter 709 Song Yasi shaved Liao's hair for Song, and the Liao Emperor Xing Liao spoke Song dialect
Fengshengzhou, Yuanyangbo.
The Klei people acted as the vanguard and led the army on the grassland to attack this place.
Nowadays, the tribes here are already vulnerable. There are only ordinary people in the cities in various places, but no power has taken over. They have entered a short period of no one to govern them.
Song Jiang led his people to take over the place, and the army was stationed in front of Yuanyangbo.
"History of the Liao Dynasty·Bingwei Zhi": During the southern expedition, most of the troops were stationed at Yuanyangbo, Qianli North of Youzhou.
This place was where the Liao people gathered their troops. When the Khitan army went south to invade the Song Dynasty, they often gathered their troops at this point because of the open area.
But now, the Khitans, who once dominated this territory of thousands of miles, have long withdrawn from this stage.
In the Chinese army's tent, several Uighur generals covered their mouths and snickered.
There were several party generals who also looked at their boots.
In the tent, Song Jiang tilted his head angrily and cursed: "The young master personally wrote a letter and asked you by name to pretend to be Yelu Yanxi's son. This is such a trust."
In the middle, a tall and thick man is Hua Rong.
He scratched his neck and said in dissatisfaction: "Brother, stop talking, I can't even cut my hair, it's so ugly. Look at Don Yeli, I'm a Qiang and I don't even have Qiang hairstyle!"
Don't lose Yeli's face, he looked proud and stroked his long hair, feeling very proud.
Today's Dangxiang Uighurs, especially the upper-class nobles, have given up their own hairstyles and adopt Han attire as their beauty.
Song Jiang was furious and cursed: "If you don't cut your hair, how can you scare those Khitan people? The young master wants you to gather the Khitan resistance forces. When people come and see you like this, how can they believe that you are the son of Yelu Yanxi?"
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"Speak for yourself, which is more important, your hair or national affairs."
No matter what he said, Hua Rong refused to cut his hair. Several men who had shaved their heads stood in the middle and did not dare to do it. It was very embarrassing.
Song Jiang lost his temper and stood up suddenly, saying: "Hua Rong, Song Jiang is going to have your hair clipped today. If you don't want to, I'll do it with you!"
"If my brother is willing, Hua Rong will be willing too!"
In Yuanyangbo's big tent, the generals looked a little strange.
The tent full of foreign generals all wore Han clothing, armor, and hairstyles, and even spoke Chinese.
But in the position of the general, the two men with short hair and pigtails are indeed serious Han people.
Hua Rong was originally dark, but Song Jiang was even darker than him. One tall and one short put together, he looked like a Khitan and a Jurchen.
Song Jiang looked ugly and was silent for a while, but he laughed out loud first.
Hua Rong smiled and said, "Brother, this will make me feel a lot better. The person I admire most in my life is my brother. He has the same hairstyle as you. Even if he is so ugly, it doesn't matter."
Song Jiang ignored him and slapped the table and said: "Put up the big flag and gather all the Khitan rebels. We will give the Jurchen Tatars a knife behind them!"
"Don't lose Yeli, Su Kenye!"
"The end will be here."
Song Jiang waved his hand and said: "Lead your troops and go straight to Tianling!"
"Yang Ye."
"The end will be here."
"You lead your troops to capture Tanshan Mountain!"
The two groups rushed out with swords in hand. Song Jiang glanced at Hua Rong next to him angrily and said loudly: "Ye Lurong!"
After Song Jiang finished shouting, there was no response.
Hua Rong was sighing about her hair when she was suddenly kicked in the butt. Just as she was about to scold her, she saw Song Jiang glaring at her angrily.
"Yelurong!"
Only then did Hua Rong react and quickly clasped his fists and said, "Here we are!"
"You are now the sixth son of Yelu Yanxi, born to brother Xiao Gui of Yuan Concubine, and King Yelvrong of Qi. Do you remember?"
Hua Rong quickly said: "Remember."
Song Jiang sighed and said: "Forget it, just stay with me."——
Under the city of Baghdad, the Khitan elite soldiers gathered together, as well as many vassal soldiers and horses, with a company camp ten miles away, no less than 200,000.
The Seljuk Empire is no longer as ferocious as it once was. In fact, over the years, they have been beaten into disgrace by their little Turkic brother, Khwarezm.
If it hadn't been for the arrival of a powerful man named Yelu Dashi, their huge territory would have been completely eaten up by Khwarezm.
Now that Yelu Dashi has eaten his last, he wants to fall out with his former ally, and he doesn't even bother to think of a reason.
The Seljuk envoy angrily asked him why he attacked without any reason, and the Khitan generals in the camp started to make a noise, giving these and other reasons.
Khitan Emperor Yelu Dashi, who was sitting in the coach's seat, was distraught, and for some reason, an unknown fire broke out in his heart.
He slapped the table, and the camp immediately became quiet. Yelu Dashi stood up, looked at the Seljuk envoy coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, once said: Don't let others snore on the side of the bed.
After you go back, tell your emperor that our Khitan soldiers and horses are strong and we will occupy the land, population and wealth that he currently occupies.
If you want to preserve your clan’s bloodline, surrender as soon as possible, otherwise we will destroy the city and leave no chickens or dogs behind!”
The Khitans present all cheered excitedly. The emperor was so domineering that he deeply echoed their temper.
This is the generation of heroes who will revitalize the Khitan, and this is the emperor of our Khitan.
The Seljuk envoys did not expect that their Khitan emperor would be so shameless. He did not want any reason but wanted to conquer the city.
"The Khitan war horses trampled the Khwarezm to pieces, but they could not scare us Seljuks. Dear Emperor of Liao, if you insist on starting a war, every Seljuk will be your enemy."
Yelu Dashi chuckled, and the sound was like a loud bell, resounding through the tent: "Then I will take my men with me to kill the enemy!"
"Kill the enemy!"
"Kill the enemy!"
"Kill the enemy!"
The Khitan generals in the field were all shouting loudly, looking at each other's excited faces, eager to start a war right away.
Yelu Dashi raised his hand and pressed it, and the tent instantly became quiet. He raised his palm, shook his finger, and said: "I will only give him five days. After five days, if he does not open the city to accept the surrender, I will destroy the army.
Massacre the city and destroy the country."
Today's Daliao is no longer the little brother it was when they first arrived. Now they sit on a large area of land and rule countless Azerbaijanis, Turks, and various Romans.
They have endless wealth, and their skilled craftsmen have turned the rich iron ore here into sharp weapons.
Their siege equipment is of all kinds, and each one has terrifying power. And there are also explosives, which are really terrifying.
The Khitans have advanced their territory to the Black Sea, the Caspian Sea, the Persian Gulf and the Mediterranean Sea. Their only way to expand is to go south and capture the Seljuk Empire.
The dejected Seljuk envoys returned to their home country dejectedly, slowly shaking their heads amidst the expectations of everyone.
"Your Majesty, their emperor Yelu Dashi is determined to annex your empire."
The fifth emperor of the Seljuk dynasty, Ghiyastin Abu Shajou Muhammad bin Maliksha, heard this and was not prepared to compromise.