As the birthplace of the Khitan people, Ma Yushan has never seen a battle of this scale, and it is estimated that it will never see it again in the future.
Two hundred thousand Jin soldiers and more than half a million Song troops fought fiercely here for a day and a night, and the strongest forces in the world collided here.
Every general on both sides is a talented person who can stand alone. The quality of the soldiers is high, the weapons are advanced, and the armor is sturdy. They are all the strongest in the world.
The two sides vowed to decide the outcome of life and death. The winner will be the king. The king who stands at the top will also bring a new glory to the nation he represents, and he will be able to stand for hundreds of years.
On Ma Yu Mountain, three military forts stand in the shape of "pin", and every three as a unit are in the shape of "pin".
There are nine forts in total, which firmly control the roads leading to the mountains in the northwest and south directions.
The nine military strongholds thought of supporting each other. Once the earthen fortress was breached, they would immediately send out troops to push the enemy out again.
Wanyan Loushi fought bloody battles for a day and a night without making any progress. Although the Western Army suffered heavy losses, they really had no reservations this time.
The Western Army, which no longer fights among themselves and retains its strength, is worthy of being the first field elite of the Song Dynasty, and can compete equally with the Jurchen cavalry.
After the gold medal, Wanyan Loushi returned to the temporary camp and took off a layer of armor. He was already soaked with blood and sweat.
Groups of Jurchen soldiers dismounted and rested beside the road. Military generals at all levels and their personal guards just looked at the heights to observe the military situation on the opposite side, and then waited for the order to be handed down.
This Jurchen God of War, who had never known what despair was, sat slumped on the ground with his hands spread out, his head turned to the sky and his face expressionless.
"We, the Jurchens, have been defeated."
His limbs seemed to have been pulled away, and he had to fight for a whole day without falling behind, but he knew better than anyone else that the situation was irreversible.
On the west side of the mountain, a steady stream of Song troops were coming over. The Western troops who were fighting against them had withdrawn, but the tired and exhausted soldiers under his command had to continue fighting.
Even his iron body cannot withstand two such battles.
Looking around, there are few close friends still alive. The generals are rushing to kill them, and many of them are dead.
Wu Lie, who had followed him all the way, had also died in the battle, and Wanyan Loushi did not feel sad for them at all.
Death in battle is not terrible, but surviving to witness the rise of the Jurchens being beaten back to their original form is the most terrible thing.
The rising momentum of this generation of Jurchens, who were star-studded and fierce and powerful, was cut off at the waist.
At this moment, outside the military stronghold to the south, shouts of killing were rising into the sky.
The Jurchen army and horses came from the wealthy, with flags flying and flying, and horns whirling and stirring.
What Wanyan Zongpan faced was Han Shizhong's troops. Although there were fewer than 50,000 troops, the Great Wall Corps was famous for its large number of troops.
A total of 200,000 troops, already almost more than the entire Jurchen ethnic group.
If it weren't for the fact that Ma Yu Mountain is a hundred miles deep from north to south and runs through the entire Changchun Prefecture, there would be no room for so many people.
Han Shizhong's idea in this battle is very simple, just use the same old tricks to grind you to death.
The fortifications built these days have come in handy. In conjunction with the spaceship overhead, they blocked Zong Pan's advance and at the same time sent cavalry to harass the weak areas of the Jin soldiers.
Zong Pan, who had been saving up for half a month, gathered full strength and swung towards Ma Men Mountain in a circle, hitting a ball of cotton.
The terrible thing is that this ball of cotton is still incredibly sticky, making you feel uncomfortable and unable to get out.
Zong Pan has never suffered such a loss. Although he finally escaped with his bravery and a good horse, his bodyguard Muke was almost completely destroyed, and his good horse that had been with him for many years was finally injured.
On the downside, his body was covered in scars and his clothes were soaked with blood.
On a small hill, Wanyan Zongpan was shirtless, his muscular upper body densely wrapped with strips of steamed cloth. He looked at the dark mountain forest and felt very irritable.
The depression that he had nowhere to vent drove him almost crazy. Song Jun was like a dog-skin plaster that he couldn't get rid of, sticking to his body and not giving him any time to rest.
While he was getting angry, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble.
This really frightened these frightened birds, but they saw that the earth and rocks were pushed away, and there was a Song army hiding under their feet.
Arrows were fired in dense numbers, and groups of Song troops surrounded him. Wanyan Zongpan couldn't understand why the Song troops were like the whole mountain with eyes. No matter where he went, he could not get rid of them even if he divided his troops several times.
Little did he know that there were dozens of pairs of eyes in the sky, staring at him.
The bodyguards who were resting were shot with arrows all over their bodies. Some of them were howling and beating the ground, with blood and flesh splattering from their fists.
In the distance, Han Shizhong had personally led his men to pursue them. There were tens of thousands of Tatars in front of them, but they were not as difficult to deal with as Wanyan Loushi's army.
It took less than half the time for Han Shizhong to finish off Zong Pan's group.
Now being surrounded by this hillock, there really is no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.
There are secret outposts of the Song Army underground, and there are three or five airships in the Tianshan Mountains, surrounded by Song Army soldiers wearing red tassels and red coats.
Wanyan Zongpan roared angrily and rushed over with a hiss. He had just taken two or three steps when he tripped over a rope that suddenly bounced up.
A big net was thrown down. Song Jun closed the net with a smile, pulled his fat body and wrapped it up.
Han Shizhong was overjoyed, twisted his wrist guard, and said: "Send someone quickly to tell the young master that I, Han Shizhong, have taken the lead in defeating this group of people and captured Wanyan Zongpan alive."——
In the south guarded by Zongze and Yang Lin, Wanyan Zongjun's number was the smallest, but he was not enough but received support from Dading Prefecture.
Aguda took control of Dading Prefecture and sent reinforcements to first support Wanyan Loushi and stabilize the situation on the eastern front.
Then he sent troops to reinforce Wanyan Zongjun. By this time, he had learned that Zongpan's entire army had been wiped out, and Lou Shi was still unable to break through the defense line.
In Dading Mansion, Aguda's face was livid. Like Lou Shi, he also knew that the battle was lost.
He ordered to retreat to Tokyo Prefecture, but if it was not possible, he retreated to Huanglong Prefecture.
"Send someone to support and bring back Lou Shi and Zong Jun!"
For the first time, there was a hint of loneliness in Aguda's voice, and all the Jurchen nobles in the tent were in disbelief.
If this order had been given by someone else, they would have jumped up and fought with that person.
This order to retreat before defeat actually came from the mouth of the old Jurchen clan leader and the emperor of the Jin Kingdom.
Aguda glanced around coldly and said: "We have been defeated. From now on we will no longer be a match for the Song people. There is no way that we will surrender this time during peace talks!"
"Peace talks?!"
"Please surrender!?"
The expressions on the faces of the Jurchen nobles were wonderful, and some of them had turned red from holding back their emotions, as if they were about to explode.
Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor is hysterical? Jurchen is invincible, so why should he surrender to others?