The ancient city of Daru is named after the ancient tribe of Daru, not really an ancient city.
In fact, this place is just a hilltop, a very flat and wide hilltop.
The so-called city here is just some fences, and the top of the mountain is really easy to defend and difficult to attack.
This is the last pass outside Huanglong Mansion. If this place is lost, Huanglong Mansion will be exposed to the Song army.
After the Huanglong Mansion, there is the Wanyan tribe, which is now the home base of the Jurchen Tatars who have killed the north in rivers of blood. In later generations, a city was built here called Harbin.
These small tribes, with a total of just over 200,000 people, have killed more than ten times their own number, leaving half a continent thousands of miles apart.
I don’t know how many people have had their homes broken up, their wives and children separated, how many lives have died, and they have suffered inhuman sufferings.
After arriving here, we can see that the cultural differences are getting bigger and bigger. Going further north, there are no walls...
The Jurchens, with only tens of thousands of people left, were unable to resist the menacing Song army. What made people even more desperate was that behind them, Song Jiang was subduing the Shiwei tribes.
What we are about to face is a situation of being attacked from both sides, and those Jurchen Bohai people from the East China Sea may not necessarily accompany us in the final battle.
Surrounded by enemies on all sides, at the end of the road...
Aguda, who was as strong as Wanyan, also sat helplessly on the chair. The tiger skin on his back was very warm, but Aguda felt that his hands and feet were cold.
Even when he was punished by Liao Emperor Yelu Yanxi and hung on a tree for three days, he was never as embarrassed as he is now.
The shouts of killing outside resounded through the sky, but he could no longer muster the strength, or rather the energy, to lead the Jurchens to continue fighting.
The Song army in front of them is like a mountain, and the power of the Jurchens cannot be shaken for the time being.
It keeps pressing on you, with Huanglong Mansion behind it, but Aguda is not ready to escape to Huanglong Mansion.
The ancient city of Daru is the starting point for the rise of the Jurchens. Let's end it here. He stood up and said loudly: "Jurchens, follow me for one last fight."
Wanyan Loushi was the first to respond, put on his helmet, crossed his arms across his chest, and said: "Loushi is willing to serve as a vanguard for the Emperor of Jin!"
Wanyan Zongqian and Wanyan Zongxiong also came out one after another, willing to be the vanguard.
Aguda glanced at the faces of these people, and he really couldn't figure out why he had such fierce generals who could easily overthrow the Liao Dynasty, but could do nothing to the enemy army in front of him.
If the Han people don't mess with themselves, no one can mess with the Han people... How can Wanyan Aguda understand the power of the Southern Barbarians in their mouths?
Teams of the most elite Muke escorted the leading generals. The Jurchens suddenly discovered that riding a tall horse and charging ahead was the banner of their emperor.
In an instant, the last golden soldiers in the entire ancient city of Daru boiled, and the blood in their bodies seemed to be burning.
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In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the fourth year of Xuanhe's reign, General Han Shizhong, the military commander of Hebei Youyan, Zongze, the governor of the North Road, and Yao Pingzhong, the governor of Longyun, Qin, led their troops to defeat the Jurchens in the ancient city of Daru.
No one surrendered in this battle, and the Jurchen elite were all wiped out, disappearing from the long river of history.
The north wind blows and all the grass on the ground is broken, and the sky is full of snow in August.
The snowflakes picked up by the wind slowly fell, and the first snow after autumn was scattered on the battlefield.
Slowly, the shoulders of the soldiers cleaning up the battlefield also turned white.
A soldier stretched out his hand and looked at the snowflakes falling on his palm, his eyes a little distracted.
"It's snowing... It's just the Mid-Autumn Festival and it's snowing now. Is this the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"You yellow-haired boy is just like a baby bird in that nest. What do you know? The further north you go, the earlier the snow falls. I heard that in the far north, it is covered with ice and snow all year round."
The soldier sighed and looked a little sad, and asked: "Brother Wu, is our battle over?"
"It's over! Haha, the fight is completely over this time, and the bounty will be quite large. When you return to your hometown, I will take you to the hook bar to have a romantic time, and then ask your mother to find you a wife."
The soldier surnamed Wu was in high spirits when he said these words. He must have known that the feeling of flesh and flesh colliding with each other, ecstasy and bone-crushing, is a hundred times more comfortable than this sword-to-flesh fight.
Xiao Bing didn't know what the flirting in the hook bar meant. He shook his arms and found that one of them could no longer be lifted.
"It's good to finish threshing, just to finish threshing... My father is still waiting for me to go back to collect grains."
Before the snow fell, the order to end the war seemed to be completed at the right time, making everything more complete.
After Yang Lin received the news, he just let out a long sigh. This fierce battle has been going on for seven or eight years.
Ten years of planning finally paid off, and the feeling of relief made Yang Lin know that he had been overwhelmed by this incident.
The original intention of running around here and there, around an increasingly larger territory, was just to prevent the Jingkang catastrophe from happening again.
"When the country enters the war, there is no plan for the livelihood of the people. Don't say anything about the appointment of a marquis. One general will make thousands of bones wither." Yang Lin recited loudly, and then ordered to reward the three armies and provide pensions to the soldiers who died in the battle. The army stayed where it was. Rest and recuperate, slaughter sheep and cattle, wine is not allowed in the camp, and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Song Jiang had already cleaned up every corner of Daliao and rushed to Shenyang Mansion at this time.
The battle was lonely, and everyone was waiting for Yang Lin's instructions whether to continue subduing the scattered tribes or retreat north.
The lobby of the government office built in Shenyang Prefecture was brightly lit. Although the dark clouds covered the full moon outside, they could not block the cheerful atmosphere inside the hall.
The table was arranged in a zigzag shape, with a dozen generals on the left and seven or eight civil servants on the right. Yang Lin sat at the head alone. In addition to several generals from the Song Dynasty, some Goryeo generals also squeezed in.
Everyone was smiling, toasting each other and shouting, boasting about their achievements in this battle.
Yang Lin patted the table, stood up and said: "Everyone, after a hundred battles, the Beibei are destroyed. With this first glass of wine, let's honor our dead brothers together."
After speaking, he spilled the wine on the ground, with the rim of the cup facing down, and raised it to the sky.
All the soldiers followed suit, and Yang Lin continued: "Second cup, here's to those of you who are still alive. Let's sleep on our pillows and fight with our swords. After this battle, we will no longer have an opponent, and we will no longer have to lick blood with the blade of our swords. "
Everyone in the hall, including the Korean generals, looked proud.
Yang Lin chuckled lightly and said: "This third cup, toast to me... I, Yang Lin, am indeed qualified to toast myself!"
After completing this great event, Yang Lin felt that he was worthy of the sky and worthy of the earth. He came here once and lived up to his expectations in this life.
Everyone in the hall stood up and toasted to him.
"Okay, everyone, let's continue drinking."
Song Jiang next to him could tell that Yang Lin was not very happy, so he lowered his head and asked, "Young Master, what's on your mind?"
Yang Lin did feel a little lost. He didn't know why. Maybe it was because too many people had died. This was obtained with the lives of countless soldiers. Snow began to fall in the sky in the north, but now they no longer know whether it is cold or warm. .
But at this time, naturally you can't express your true feelings, lest your own emotions affect everyone's celebration.
These years have not been easy for the soldiers at the border, especially those under Han Shizhong guarding the Great Wall and the Western Army guarding Yunnei.
We fight almost every day. After this battle, there will never be such a fierce battle again.
Having solved the Jurchen rival, the Mongolian grassland has been subjected to another "holy war". If there is an rival, it may be the Liao Dynasty in the west that still poses a threat. However, Yelu Dashi is smart enough and will not seek trouble for himself.
Yang Lin deliberately said: "Such an achievement has to be reported by oneself. It's a pity that there is no Gao Yanei here to sing and drink with me, so the interest is greatly reduced!"
Song Jiang's face darkened, and he turned around, thinking that you were sad for the dead soldiers, but it turned out that it was because no one supported you...