In Dading Mansion, in the hall where the fire pit was crackling, Wanyan Lou and his Jurchen bodyguards were sitting around eating.
The Jurchen hunters who had just emerged had not yet developed a taste for fine food and fine food. Each one of them grinned and devoured the bloody and blood-streaked food.
There was an unpleasant sound of chewing in the hall, coupled with the fishy smell of half-cooked food, and the stench of these Jurchen hunters who barely knew how to take a bath, anyone who could eat was a ruthless person.
The more than a year he spent in Huining Mansion, with good food, good wine, and maidservants, wore away a lot of his sharp and fierce spirit.
Now, as the war intensifies, it seems that they all are back. There is a sound of heavy footsteps, and a thick Jurchen army general strode in. It was Zong Han's former direct lineage Mukke, Zha Lisu.
"Lou Shi, we have assembled and are waiting for your order."
Lou Shi nodded and said, "Sit down and eat!"
Ba Lisu was not polite to him. One of his guards stepped aside and he sat down, grabbed a piece of meat and ate it.
Lou Shi's eyes turned cold and he said: "This time the emperor has given an order not to quarrel with Song Barbarian anymore. All of us Jurchen sons will risk their lives to fight for the old patriarch again."
The Tatars present all looked excited. For them, the situation in the past few years was like a big dream in spring and autumn.
First, they conquered a large territory from a bitter and cold land, and then enjoyed themselves in the rich nest of the Liao people.
Immediately, the nobles quarreled and clamored to go south to attack the Song Dynasty, but they failed three times.
The biggest impact on everyone was the last time Zong Han crossed the Great Wall and died in the hands of refugees.
After Zong Han died, they would become plotters without a backer. Then they would have to fight hard, share little loot, and just stare.
Fortunately, the old patriarch gave this position to Lou Shi. Who wouldn't say that His Majesty the Emperor is wise?
Is Lou Shi qualified to inherit Zong Han's power? He is so qualified. In the past, Zong Han's subordinates were all lucky that Zong Han's son was born young and died in Longshan.
Otherwise, if that good-for-nothing Yema inherits Zong Han's mantle, people like me will be completely miserable.
Lou Shi clapped his hands, stood up, and said: "Bali Su, you continue to eat, I will go on a patrol."
"If you don't want to eat, let's go together."
Lou Shi held his shoulders and said: "If the war goes unfavorably, it will most likely be the last meal. We can only fight when we are full."
If other generals said this, their subordinates would definitely be very tragic.
But the Jurchens were extremely excited, as if they had smelled the smell of blood and were just fighting. There was really nothing to be afraid of.
When Lou Shi walked out of the hall, the air in Dading Mansion was already a little chilly.
Autumn was about to begin, and when I looked up, I saw a few clouds floating high in the sky, very distant and distant.
Lou Shi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to imagine the next battle in his mind.
Aguda has transferred Wanyan Zongpan to Fushu, Wanyan Zongwang is in Yongba, and Wanyan Zongjun is in Lizhou.
Lou Shi agreed that a decisive battle was needed at this time. After all, delaying it any longer would be too detrimental to Jurchen.
However, Lou Shi was not optimistic about the outcome of the war. This time it would be a hundred times more difficult than overthrowing the Liao Dynasty.
The Song army on the opposite side has no flaws at all. They may lose, but they can immediately gather more troops, have more armor, and build a stronger city and fortress.
And the Jurchens...if they lose this battle, they will be completely knocked back to their original shape, making it difficult for them to stand up.
For the first time, Lou Shi began to seriously reflect on the policies of Yang Pu, the national advisor in the imperial court and a native of Bohai.
Maybe he is right...it may not be just the combat power of generals and soldiers that determines the outcome of a war...
Perhaps, according to the advice of the Imperial Master, we, the nobles of the Jin Kingdom, should not be in a hurry to fight, and if we work hard and gather together for more than ten years, we can have the confidence of the Song Dynasty.
In a fort at the foot of Ma Yu Mountain, Yao Pingzhong was holding on to the fence with a strange look on his face.
He set up the commander's camp in this fortress in order to take the lead and show his determination to lead the way, thus boosting morale.
A fort like this is just a small military fort that plays a defensive role, and its area is very limited. It is enough to only have a hundred-man garrison to defend and fight inside. As for the counterattack, it is the reserve team in the main city fort.
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More than a hundred soldiers seemed a little tight in such a small military fort, not to mention that at least half of the space was used to store food and defense weapons.
This barracks has a stone base, wooden walls, and a thick thatched roof. The walls and roof are coated with thick mud to prevent attacking enemies from launching rockets.
Yao Pingzhong frowned and thought deeply. The Jurchen Tatars opposite him had never been here these days.
There have been no Tatar attacks in the past seven days, which is very unusual.
In the past, there have been three or four fights, but these seven days have been as quiet as a truce.
If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Yao Pingzhong thought in his mind that it was probably the Tatars who were about to launch a fierce attack.
Fortunately, on this line of defense, the various fortresses looked after each other and acted as horns for each other, so they were unexpectedly attacked by the Tatars.
In fact, the Song Army has been defending and guarding, and the defense line has reached from Hebei to the Great Wall; from the Great Wall to the Baiyu River; and now it has advanced directly to Dading Prefecture in Zhongjing.
A few days ago, my mentor summoned the commanders of all the armies and gave a lecture at Ma Men Mountain, saying that they should unify their thoughts. Although everyone present did not quite understand what unified thinking meant, after the meeting, they all understood what their mentor meant.
He specifically talked about this issue. In the final analysis, the Song Dynasty had a deeper foundation than the Jurchens. They wanted to use their own money, soldiers and supplies to consume the Tatars alive. Of course, the opportunity to succeed in a battle should not be missed.
Yao Pingzhong and the generals of the Western Army were convinced of this. Han Shizhong, who came from the Western Army, also knew how powerful this tactic was.
Once in the northwest, they used this tactic to kill Xixia, their century-old enemy.
It's really a blunt knife that kills people. It makes you feel a little bit uncomfortable, but there's nothing you can do about it.
Yao Pingzhong has already arranged his troops and horses, waiting for the Jurchens to attack, and today he came to the wall to watch as usual.
When I was about to leave, I heard the sound of a horn in the distance, followed by wolf smoke rising into the sky.
When the sentry sent out a warning, Yao Pingzhong and his soldiers only had to raise their eyes to know the number of incoming enemies.
Six smoke pillars shot straight into the sky, seeming to connect heaven and earth.
"Sir, 60,000 Tatars came this time!" Yang Keshi spat, picked up the weapon at hand, and said, "Well done!"
For an enemy attack of this level, the battalions on the top of the mountain must have taken action. Sure enough, after a while, countless soldiers slowly poured out of the camp on the top of the mountain.