After the boom and the sound of the cannon, Han Shizhong quickly covered Yang Lin's ears.
"Damn it, Han Wu, why are you covering up after the explosion?"
Before Yang Lin could finish cursing, there was another loud noise, and Yang Lin quickly closed his mouth.
Zongze and others couldn't wait to stretch their necks and look down, only to see thick smoke billowing from the surrounded Jin soldiers formation, and panic.
Countless people and horses trampled on each other. The Tatars around them were still fighting, but they were frightened and paused.
Zongze's eyes were dull, he was stunned for a moment, then he clapped his hands randomly and said: "Okay! What a shot!"
Some cannonballs are filled with poisonous smoke; some are filled with iron filings; and some are simply solid iron balls.
After all, artillery and ammunition were limited. It took just one stick of incense to explode and the ammunition that had been laboriously transported was exhausted.
Except for the poisonous smoke cannon, the actual damage caused is limited, but the mental pressure caused is huge.
Because these more than 50,000 people were attacked at night and surrounded, the density of the stations was very compact.
Panic spread like thick smoke, and the Tatars screamed and waved their weapons indiscriminately, many of them injuring their own people.
Yang Lin held up his iron helmet and saw that the Tatars began to charge like crazy to break through, especially the foot of the mountain, which was their main attack point.
"The Tatars are trying to escape!" Han Shizhong laughed and said, "Young Zai, please let us go."
"Open your mouth?" Yang Lin scolded: "Are you okay?"
"Young Zai, trapped beasts are still fighting, not to mention 50,000 elite soldiers. If they open a small opening, their fighting spirit will disappear. Now the panicked Jin soldiers will definitely squeeze and run away, trampling on each other, no one knows how many people will die. Then we will
A longitudinal pursuit will result in fewer casualties than now."
Yang Lin wanted to annihilate all these people. After hearing Han Shizhong's words, he couldn't help but hesitate.
Zongze picked out his ears at this time and said: "Young Zai, what Han Shuai said makes sense. Our goal is to occupy Ma Yu Mountain. It should not be delayed for too long. If these people are still in the position, but Huanglong Mansion's
It's broken when the golden soldiers' support arrives."
When Yang Lin heard that both of them had such suggestions, he followed his advice and ordered the Song army on the west side to open a gap.
To the west is the area controlled by the Song Dynasty, which is suitable for pursuit and annihilation. Of these 50,000 people, the vast majority must be left behind.
As expected by Han Shizhong and Zongze, after a small gap was opened on the west side, the bewildered Jin soldiers rushed towards the gap one after another.
There are also many who have been left limp by the poisonous smoke, unable to maintain their strength, and even suffer from abdominal cramps, vomiting and diarrhea.
Han Shizhong quickly gave the order, and the light cavalry on the flanks began to pursue them. Some of the Tatars who escaped were worthy of the name of a strong army. Several groups even organized and retreated to fight back.
Once they escaped, the Tatars' morale plummeted to the bottom with no one behind them.
The situation on the battlefield became clear in an instant, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller.
In this battle, more than 20,000 enemy soldiers were killed and 17,000 captured, most of whom were Khitan vassals. Jurchen general Han Xianqi's head was smashed into a watermelon.
The key is to occupy the entire Ma Yu Mountain, allowing the Song army to advance and attack, retreat and defend, and begin to take the initiative.
Yang Lin looked at the wind and sand, which was much less powerful than a few days ago, and nodded secretly in his heart. The situation was progressing steadily according to the original plan, step by step——
Baghdad has become a hell on earth, and Yelu Dashi ordered a three-day massacre to serve as a warning.
However, the Liao soldiers, who were red-eyed with the killing, did not stop their swords until the seventh day. By this time, there were not many people in the city.
Yelu Dashi ordered that all the mosques be demolished and hundreds of imams be burned alive.
The blood once dyed all the rivers in the city red, and the fishy smell greatly stimulated the Liao people's desire to kill. This was an appalling purge.
The butcher's knife from the East, the first time the blade was polished so sharply, Yelu Dashi was determined to establish his power and showed no mercy.
Yelu Dashi was the top scholar in both civil and military subjects at a young age. He not only possessed the bloodthirsty and ruthlessness of the Khitans, but he also read poetry and books and had the feelings of a literati about his family and country.
This also resulted in his extreme love for the Khitans, his generosity to die for his country, his desire to revive the Liao Dynasty, and his lack of benevolence as a woman.
The Khitan took Bintie as their country name, and Yelv Dashi took his name from Stone. Just like his character, his heart is as solid as stone.
As tough as iron stone, and as ruthless as iron stone.
There were long queues along the way, escorting groups of women and children as well as cartloads of jewelry and wealth back to Fuliao City. These were all spoils of war for the Liao people.
The Liao people sorted these trophies into categories, marked them, and transported them back to the rear.
Yelu Dashi strictly fulfilled his promise, and all the trophies belonged to the soldiers, and whoever got them got it.
The Lord of Baghdad was tied to a statue in the center of the city and shot to death with thousands of arrows.
Yelu Dashi gathered his troops and headed straight for the trembling Tripoli, which would be his next city to conquer.
The entire Arab world trembled under his iron horse, and countless sultans prayed to the gods they believed in to take away this devil.
But the Liao people's cavalry showed no intention of stopping, and the red-bottomed sun and moon flag representing the Khitan emperor faced the fierce wind.
All the small towns along the way opened their doors to surrender, and encountered almost no resistance.
This is the effect of Yelv Dashi. In all the cities that opened their doors to accept surrender, the Liao people did not do anything wrong.
However, their military power was lifted, a few Khitan troops were left to garrison the city, and the old nobles were made responsible for the management of ordinary people.
Yelu Dashi, who had just come out of the small town of Tuge, was riding a horse, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and he did not look tired at all.
He pulled the horse's reins and said: "We only slaughtered one Baghdad, but we are afraid that the barbarians here will not sincerely surrender."
Xiao Bao first asked: "What does your Majesty mean?"
"Although the small town of Tuge surrendered, if we find an opportunity, we will say that their city lord planned a rebellion. We suppressed it and then massacred the town."
Xiao Bao nodded first. Although he felt a little strange in his heart, he did not dare to say it out loud.
Yelu Dashi continued: "We came from the far east, and the nobles and mosques here have been ruling for hundreds of years. When the Seljuks are completely taken over, there will inevitably be a big purge. Now let's coax them.
Follow them and disband all the weapons so that we can clean them when the time comes."
After saying this, Yelu big stone clamped the horse's belly, and the horse moved forward.
The Seljuk empire is now old and no longer the tyrannical force it once was when it unified Arabia.
Each city has its own soldiers and self-respect, similar to the separatist rule of vassal towns in the late Tang Dynasty.
Yelv Dashi fought all the way here without encountering any large-scale resistance. They all cowered in the city, surrendered, or were massacred.
But the further south they go, the greater the resistance will be, because they are about to penetrate into the heart of the Seljuk Empire.