By the time Wanyan Zongjun received the order to retreat, it was already too late.
Looking around, the Song army was determined to hold on, but none of his subordinates could defeat him.
Under the command of Zongze, the master-level military training master, Yan Di Han'er had amazing combat effectiveness, tacit cooperation, and individual bravery. With the Ma Men Mountain as his back, he combined the right time, place and people to completely defeat Wanyan Zongjun.
At this time, Wanyan Zongjun, who was already red-eyed from the killing, roared, gave the messenger the two swords in his hand, and shouted: "There is no Jurchen son who will retreat. Today you will follow me and we will die together here."
After saying that, with the final plan, they rushed towards the main formation of the Song Army, which was as gloomy as a giant beast. What greeted them were protruding spears and a sea of people that could not be seen to the edge.
The setting sun was like blood, and thick smoke was drifting in the wind on the hillside. Several war horses collapsed on the ground due to exhaustion.
There were soldiers constantly looking for their comrades among the corpses scattered on the ground.
The new-style jersey has its owner's name and place of origin, so that the ashes can be taken back to his hometown for burial after death, and it is also convenient to provide pensions to his family.
Don't underestimate this, it brought the morale and bravery of the Song Army to a big level.
Yang Lin looked at Ma Men Mountain, which had been burned and half of the mountain was bald. He felt so proud that he wanted to jump three feet high.
Although his heart was filled with excitement, Chiyangzi's face was calm and he waved his hands. Looking at the generals who had been fighting for a day with bloody battle robes and disgraced faces, he said: "This battle was expected to be won by the ground. You all can say that we won."
The merits of hard work go without saying, and brothers who died in battle also have their own opinions, so they must be generously compensated."
Everyone clasped their fists, and Yang Lin immediately said: "It is better to use your remaining courage to chase the poor bandits, and not to pretend to be the overlord. Since you have defeated the Jurchen army, you should take advantage of the victory to pursue and capture the entire Zhongjing Mansion!"
The generals accepted the order in excitement, and Yang Lin said with a chuckle: "What's more, good news came from the north. Song Gongming has captured Wugu Dilie, beheaded King Wanyan Zongchao of Jin Guofeng, and completely wiped out the defenders of Wugu Dilie.
In the entire Shangjing Road, there is only one Huining Mansion left!"
The cheers suddenly became thunderous. If this happened, the Jurchen Tatars would be defeated without fear.
In the huge Liao Empire, now only the Jurchens' home base is left, and the Tokyo Road is still in their hands.
At this time, a personal guard whispered: "Young Zai, according to the reports from the brothers in the Intelligence Department, Wanyan Aguda should be in Dading Mansion!"
Yang Lin was shocked: "Is this true?"
"Exactly what I expected."
Yang Lin rolled his eyes and said loudly: "Wanyan Aguda is in Dading Mansion! You all have worked so hard to complete your work in one battle, quickly assemble the army and besiege Dading."
On Ma Men Mountain, the Song Army soldiers who were resting suddenly heard the familiar sound of golden drums.
A soldier stood up instinctively, then fell into confusion and looked stunned.
"Damn it, I'm so tired that my ears can't work anymore. I just heard the sound of drums after the battle."
An old soldier next to him cursed: "You guys heard it too? That's true. Don't be stunned and gather together quickly."
The daily drills worked, and with tired bodies, each camp gathered together.
Yang Lin personally led these soldiers in a mighty massacre at Dading Mansion.
Han Shizhong thought for a long time, then stepped forward and said: "Young Zai, before Wanyan Lou's family came in full force to attack, I ordered my men Qu Duan and brought 50,000 people to attack his home base of Dading Mansion. Now there is not a single soldier.
When we come back, if Aguda was in the city, how could he be like this?"
Even if an army of 50,000 men is defeated miserably, only a hundred or so men should be able to escape.
But no one came back, and Yang Lin couldn't help but mutter.
"Could it be that that guy has prepared many ambushes and is waiting for us to fall into a trap?"
After thinking this way, he immediately calmed down, and the idea of capturing Wanyan Aguda alive also gradually calmed down.
The generals gathered together and searched for a long time, undecided.
To be on the safe side, we had to order to slow down and send people to check for signs of bloody battles along the way.
What kind of battle would it take to eat up all 50,000 people?
Sentinels were sent everywhere, but within half an hour someone reported back: Aguda had run away, and Dading Mansion was empty.
Yang Lin had never seen Aguda, but he had heard of his name many times in the books of later generations.
In fact, the real Aguda was almost dead during the war between the Jin and Song Dynasties. When Wanyan Wu begged to buy the government, the Jurchens began to move south in a big way.
Now it was Yang Lin who opened the horse market, which angered the Khitan and sent troops to attack Kled, and was defeated by the Kled people, which made Wanyan Aguda, who had seen through the Khitan's external strength and internal deficiencies, mobilize his troops in advance.
Only then did the current situation of Aguda in his prime and the Song Dynasty become the enemy. The stereotype of this man to Yang Lin was that of bravery.
Now that he heard that he had given up on Dading Mansion, Yang Lin couldn't help but sigh with emotion while on horseback.
"No wonder this beast was able to overthrow the Liao Dynasty... This decisiveness is truly extraordinary."
Han Shizhong also got the news. It turned out that Qu Duan went to attack Enzhou. Only because the three Jurchen armies surrounded Ma Menshan, the news could not get in, so he knew nothing about it.
Yang Lin sighed and said: "In that case, we will take advantage of the situation to seize the city of Zhongjing Prefecture and release the list to appease the local Liao people."
A look of worry appeared on Yang Lin's face. Although he got the Zhongjing Road easily, he was not happy.
If Aguda fought with him on Zhongjing Road, the Liao people here would not support him at all. After taking the city, the Liao people welcomed the Song army as a liberator.
After all, the Jurchen Tatars do not look like humans, and the ghosts they bring harm do not look like ghosts.
But they retreated to Tokyo Road, where the Jurchens were based. Not to mention the hundreds of thousands of Jurchens, there were millions of Bohai people who were determined to join them.
The advantages of good location and people suddenly disappeared, and the decisive battle took place on Tokyo Road, which was really not as good as on Chukyo Road.
Although the Jurchens are now greatly reduced in strength and no longer pose a threat to the Central Plains, the trapped beasts are still fighting. If they huddle in the old lair of Huanglong Mansion, it will be really difficult to fight in the ice and snow.
Yang Lin has no intention of appeasing adultery. This time he must completely eradicate these scourges. It is more important than anything else to eliminate a hidden danger for his descendants.
When Yang Lin entered Dading City with a heavy heart, Lu Qian stepped forward and said: "Young Master, Yang Ziqian is here."
"He? What is he doing here?" Yang Lin asked, and immediately answered the question: "It's probably Cui Hongxu's business, let him do it."
In the Ma Yu Mountain area, Yang Ziqian looked annoyed.
I came a step too late. If I could have come a few days earlier, how could I have gained the credit of fighting side by side with Yang Lin and defeating the power of the goddess?
Even if the Song Dynasty people don't admit it, they can take it back to deceive the Korean people, and they can also write it into their family trees.
What a pity! What a pity!
From a distance, a guard in brocade and red robes came over, clasped his fists and shouted loudly: "Where is the King of North Korea? The Young Master has invited you!"