Wanyan Zongpan arrived at Fushu City outside Dading Prefecture and stationed himself here to prevent the Song army from cutting off the road between Dading Prefecture and Huanglong Prefecture.
Next to Dading Mansion in Zhongjing, there are several cities with very interesting names, namely: Guihua, Fushu, Changxing, and Qunong.
They all carry the good wishes of the people who named them. Unfortunately, this place has never been a prosperous place or a good place to encourage farmers.
Wanyan Zongpan is the eldest son of Wanyan Wu Qimai. Since his father's death, Wu Qimai's subordinates have followed Zongpan, and he is also a force that cannot be underestimated.
In later history, Wanyan Zongpan participated in a series of wars that destroyed the Northern Song Dynasty and massacred the Central Plains.
During the war, he served as deputy commander of the domestic and foreign armies, and he was promoted to the country. After the war, he was granted the title of Shangshu Ling, King of the Song Dynasty, and Grand Master. He had the highest status in the court. Together with Wanyan Zongqian and Wanyan Zonghan, he was in charge of the three provinces.
He was a powerful official at that time and was tyrannical and rude.
After the Jingkang catastrophe, this man occupied Zhao Ji's eldest daughter Zhao Yupan, but later he failed and was killed in the Jurchen internal fight. The emperor was also reduced to a trophy and was put into the harem of the benefactor Wanyan Dan.
Nowadays, Zongpan, with the protection of Aguda, pours out his longing for his deceased brother on this nephew.
There was even a plan to make Zongpan the crown prince, which made Zongwang and Zongbi very dissatisfied.
When Wanyan Zongpan arrived at Fushu City, he first summoned all the soldiers and strictly ordered them not to drink alcohol in the city.
The Jurchen army has strict discipline and will behead at every turn. These Tatars are cruel and inhumane to people of other tribes, and they are also cruel to their own people.
This kind of outright clan slave society is essentially like a herd of beasts, and there is no so-called sympathy and compassion.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest, and the strong dominating the lives of the weak is a matter of course.
"Be careful of spies from the Song Dynasty!" Zong Pan's voice was a little dry and hoarse, and when he spoke loudly, he seemed to have a cracking sound.
"Inspect all the residents in the city and kill those who are suspicious!"
Soon the Tatars searched all over the city, saying they were searching for spies from the Song Dynasty. In fact, everyone knew that they were searching for food and grass in disguise.
For the Jurchens, this is a desperate battle. If they lose, they have nothing to lose and there is no need to have any backup plan.
But if it is beneficial to the war, any means can be used. Even if it is to catch all the water, it must increase the winning rate even slightly.
After defeating the Song army, they are still the overlords of this land. No one dares to resist all the tyranny, and even if they do, they cannot threaten the Jurchen rule.
The residents of the city have been unlucky for eight lifetimes. Men, women, old and children were taken into the city to carry supplies, look after the horses, and hold pots for cooking.
Even the guard dogs were killed and made into meat to be used as military rations.
The surrounding villages were even more miserable. When the Liao people destroyed their country, they did not suffer such suffering.
Around Fushu Town, the Liao people have begun to learn from the Han people in Youyan and plant crops. This place was also a heavy taxation area in the Liao Dynasty.
A remote small village with about a hundred households.
There are patches of fertile fields outside the village, and the autumn harvest is coming soon. The crops that have been cultivated so hard are becoming fodder for the scattered war horses.
The wooden fence protecting the village at the beginning and end of the village had been torn to pieces, and blood was everywhere inside and outside the village.
There were lying corpses scattered everywhere, most of the men had their heads missing and their limbs missing.
The lower bodies of women, young and old, were naked and in a mess.
Dozens of Jurchen Tatars were competing in archery with erected human targets, and screams could still be heard from time to time from the houses in the village.
On the road outside the city, groups of Liao residents were used as survivors, carrying corpses and supplies inside the city.
After the horrific plague in Yunnei, the Jurchen Tatars now also learned to dispose of corpses instead of leaving them alone.
Outside Fushu City, in a ditch, Liao people were waving iron catalpas and burying the corpses of their own people, perhaps including their own relatives.
But no one dared to stop and grieve. If they were a little slow, they might be kicked down the ditch by the Tatars standing behind them.
A young man raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat. Suddenly, he felt pain in his waist. He heard the cruel laughter of the Jurchen Tatars, and loess hit him on the head. They shoveled a stone and knocked him unconscious. He fell to the ground and was soon buried alive.
It is not that the Liao people did not resist, but those who resisted have been suppressed, and the rest are ordinary ordinary people who are numb.
Their compatriots are killing everyone in West Asia, but unfortunately the distant water cannot quench their thirst nearby. The Liao people in Liao land no longer have their own national army.
A nation without force is destined to be a lamb under the butcher's knife of others.
Fushu Town is just a microcosm of where the Jurchen army gathers. Similar things are going on in all the towns along the route.
The Tatars fished all the land, destroyed and plundered like crazy, just to stand up in one battle, while the Song people were busy building.
Yang Lin, the actual leader of the military and political circles of the Song Dynasty, regarded this place as his own land and began to cultivate it grass by tree and build it brick by brick.
These are also two civilizations, a stark portrayal and contrast
Whether it is conquest or expansion, the Han people are undoubtedly the best nation and the most civilized nation——
Kaicheng, within the palace.
Yang Ziqian, who had moved here, looked at the information in his hand and frowned, seeming to be much older.
His great supporter actually transferred Cui Hongxu to Songzhou, where the city was being built.
That was the most heavily guarded place by the Song Army, and no one dared to make trouble there. His original plan to kill all the leaders of the people was completely in vain.
Now he has killed many relatives of civilians. After a purge, nearly 200,000 people living in the Song Dynasty have become his life-and-death enemies.
This made Yang Ziqian feel uncomfortable when he thought about it.
Two hundred thousand young men are enough to destroy their own rule and make themselves irrecoverable.
Yang Ziqian sighed, and in a rare move, he dismissed all the maids and eunuchs, and sat alone on the futon, at a loss.
Without Yang Lin's support, he had no choice at all. Countless people in Goryeo were waiting for him to become lonely, and then cut him into pieces.
"Why should I help this Cui Hongxu? Is there something I did wrong that made Yang Shaozai angry?"
Yang Ziqian was puzzled. In his opinion, Yang Shaozai was his backer and he should be protected.
If this matter is not handled well, all will be lost!
Yang Ziqian stood up, walked around the hall, and said to himself: "No, I have to see him in person."
He clapped his hands gently, and a maid came in with her head bent.
"Go and call Tuo Junjing!"
After a while, Tuo Junjing hurried over. Before he could say hello, Yang Ziqian had already spoken: "General Tuo, you will immediately lead your troops personally to reinforce the Yalu River and prepare to build fortifications and fight with the Jin soldiers from Tokyo Prefecture."
"I will personally lead the people to Songzhou."
Tuo Junjing was frightened and frightened, and asked suspiciously: "Why is this?"
Yang Ziqian stumbled and sighed: "If there is any delay, I will die without a burial place!"