Chapter 800: The Northland Elder

Li Qing and Wu Da looked at each other. This fact was too great. The Western Xia cavalry and the five tribes of Hengshan were only more than 100,000 yuan. They went out of the pass and rushed for a thousand miles. Once they were cut off from the back or encountered setbacks, the problem would be serious.

The edict must be listened to, but it is completely different to follow even if you know it is a wrong decision.

Li Qing hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Let this aside for the time being. No matter what, you must be prepared first. The Hengshan Army is about to arrive. When General Guizhi comes, what will she say?"

Yang Zhen stroked his beard and smiled bitterly: "That's all."

The three of them agreed. On the second day, before the horses of the five tribes of Hengshan arrived, Gui Zhihuan had already arrived first. Gui Zhihuan, who entered Longxing Mansion, did not come to serve the work first, but went directly to the palace and visited Princess Miaomiao, and came from the palace in the evening.

Yang Zhen called someone to ask her to discuss. Gui Zhihuan listened to Yang Zhen's words, his eyes were faint, and he looked extremely cold under the lights, and said lightly: "No need to discuss. Since Your Highness has an edict, we will do it according to the edict!"

Gui Zhihuan's answer was not at all delayed. Yang Zhen was surprised and finally said helplessly: "Then be prepared."

Whether it is Quanzhou, Longxing Prefecture, Penglai, everyone's focus is on Qijin Prefecture. As the accompanying capital of the Khitan Kingdom, after the Liao people lost Linhuang Prefecture, it became the capital of the Liao Kingdom. After several years of operation, it has long been built like a wall of iron. The 100,000 exhausted Liao troops in the city are doing the final resistance. Every morning at dawn, the horn of the Jin army's siege comes out. With the whimpering sound, stone cannons flew around and arrows are like rain.

, waves of Jurchens rushed out like a tide, and retreated like a tide. In the Qijin Mansion, the continuous Jin army camps extended to the distant foothills. The Jin people were obviously crazy. This was the last battle. After the city was broken, the Liao Kingdom would be completely swallowed up. Inspired by this mood, the morale of the 200,000 Jin troops and the 100,000 auxiliary soldiers of various tribes were like rainbows. They almost entered the city several times, but were driven out by the Liao army.

The fighting spirit of the Liao army had been overdrawn to its limit, but the shadow of the Jurchens massacre of the city was pressing on everyone's heart. Under such circumstances, almost every Liao person was forced to fight and let go.

The battle situation is still in a stalemate. The Jurchens obviously did not expect that the Liao people would be so stubborn. Wanyan Aguda lost his final patience and personally supervised the battle for several consecutive days, but the effect was not obvious. The Jurchens were best at decisive battles in the wilderness rather than conquering the city. Facing this majestic city, Wanyan Aguda felt that he had no idea how to start.

It was late at night, and the camp was brightly lit. The tired golden generals dragged their heavy steps and stood in the tent. The tent was very simple. There was nothing else except for the blankets on the ground and the embroidery embroidered with the pattern of Haidongqing on the upper side.

In the daytime, he attacked the city. At night, he wanted to have a good meal of wine and have a good sleep, but at this time the king summoned all the generals, but he didn't know what important things had happened. The generals in the tent had already whispered, and some speculated that Aguda wanted to scold and punish several generals who were not good at siege, which might also boost morale and cheer everyone up.

Wanyan Aguda's mood is getting worse and worse, which is well known. Today is obviously a bit unusual, so everyone is careful, for fear that Wanyan Aguda will anger later. If he gets whipped, he will even be filled with cold water.

As he was speaking, the curtain of the big tent suddenly rolled up, and a cold wind was caught in the tent, and it was chilly. A guard outside shouted: "The king is here!"

At this time, Wanyan Aguda, wearing a sable hat, colorful dragon pattern clothes, black face, straight nose and square mouth, tall and strong Wanyan Aguda had already come in with his waist knife and stepped on his boots. The two sword-bearing guards standing behind him looked solemn. When Wanyan Aguda sat on the black painted wooden chair, the guards stood on both sides and stood with their hands vigilantly.

The appearance of Wanyan Aguda made everyone feel a little scared. This man with a cold face like a knife could not see any expression, but his eyes had a magnificent ambition to look down on the inside.

"Long live the king!" Everyone knelt on one knee and saluted Wanyan Agu.

Wanyan Aguda looked cold and his eyes wandered around the tent. All the eyes that touched his eyes were frightened by the powerful sense of oppression and hung their heads down.

A waiter carefully took a cup of horse milk to Wanyan Aguda's hand. Wanyan Aguda drank it all, then slowly stood up and said in a majestic tone: "The Khitans are just a group of pigs and dogs. I want to slaughter them, just as easy as killing chickens."

As the opening remark, this sentence made many people feel relieved, and many people muttered in their hearts that the king was trying to boost morale, so they all laughed like a concerted effort.

Wanyan Aguda's blue veins on his forehead were slightly slapped, and it looked very terrifying under the light. He suddenly slapped the table hard, and with a thud, the laughter in the tent suddenly stopped suddenly. Just when everyone was puzzled, Wanyan Aguda said viciously: "But it was just a group of pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep that suddenly turned into evil wolves, 200,000 soldiers, but they couldn't move them at all. Could it be that the wolf cubs turned into evil beasts? Or did the crows on the grassland turn into Haidongqing overnight!"

Everyone lowered their heads and looked ashamed. However, a general under the tent said angrily: "King Uncle, the crow has not become Hai Dongqing, but they hid in their nests and shrank and dared not come out. If they dared to leave the city, King Uncle gave me five thousand sons, and I could take down Yelu Dashi's head and kill them all!"

The person who spoke was tall, with a bald head, and only had a small braid with a size of a money hole in the back of his head. His face was as ferocious as a giant beast. His eyes were full of murderous aura. This person was named Wanyan Zonghan. Although he was Aguda's nephew, he was about the same age as Aguda. The two were named uncle and nephew, but they were as affectionate as brothers. They had played together since childhood. When Wanyan Aguda started a war, he was still hesitant. It was Wanyan Zonghan who persuaded him, "It is better to take advantage of the situation and take action first." Only then did Aguda make up his mind and earn such a big family business.

Wanyan Zonghan is straightforward and has a fierce temperament. He will inevitably charge forward every battle. Today, he hit a wall in Qijin Mansion and is naturally full of anger.

If someone else dared to contradict Wanyan Aguda at this time, Wanyan Aguda would have been angry, but he still had some patience towards Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Aguda. Although he was not angry, he said with a dark face: "No, it is because the evil wolf chasing pigs and dogs has become a hunting dog, because our Jurchens no longer have the sharp energy before entering the pass, so..." Wanyan Aguda roared angrily: "Everyone is cheering up. From tomorrow, I will still supervise the battle. If anyone dares to be afraid of the war, I will peel his skin!"

After hearing Wanyan Aguda's threatening words, the generals not only did not feel scared, but they were eager to try and said, "If you don't destroy the Liaogou city, you will never dare to see the king again."

Wanyan Aguda calmed down. He moved his butt slightly, sat back on the black painted wooden chair, opened his tiger's eyes and said sternly: "Today a barbarian came over and told me that the Song Dynasty planned to send troops to rescue Qijin Mansion..."

As soon as Wanyan Aguda finished speaking, a burst of laughter came from the tent. Everyone has heard of the strength of the Song army. The most popular sentence in the desert is that a Jurchen warrior can beat ten Khitan warriors, and a Khitan old soldier can defeat a barbarian. Although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, it is not without reason. Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, it has repeatedly fought with the Khitan people, often with hundreds of thousands of troops against the Liao army, but in the end it has suffered more defeats and fewer wins. Even seven or eight years ago, a Khitan cavalry composed of thousands of people could drive away tens of thousands of Song troops to slaughter them at will. In addition, there are Han people in the desert. How could the Jurchens take these cowardly Han people seriously?

So in their opinion, the Song army's participation in the war and rescue of Qijin Mansion was a huge joke. As long as they dared to come, just one cavalry could completely destroy them.

Wanyan Aguda's face was very calm, and he did not show too much sarcasm, but said lightly: "This time the person who took charge of the commander and supervised the Qijin Mansion was Shen Ao, the King of Pingxi of the Song Dynasty!"

The word Shen Ao was heard, like a thunder thunder was blowing out on the ground, and the tent suddenly became boiling. If the Jurchens could look down on the Song people, they could not see the Southern Barbarians, but no one dared to underestimate this alien. This person had killed the Jurchen prince, and even led his army to resist the Jurchen cavalry, went to Xiguan, and captured the Jurchen empress dowager. Each of these achievements was a heavy blow to the Jurchens. The Jurchens rose from Liaodong and were smooth sailing, but Shen Lengzi suffered a lot of losses. Now that he heard that Shen Ao was coming again, someone in the tent showed fear, but more people couldn't help but shout: "It happened to be right, just for the bitterness of my big gold!"

Wanyan Zonghan's eyes were red and he shouted: "Please give me a military horse and let Zonghan bring Shen Ao's dog head!"

Wanyan Aguda just smiled faintly and said coldly: "Stop talking!"

The tent became quiet again, and Wanyan Aguda had a great prestige, so naturally no one dared to resist his orders.

Wanyan Aguda said slowly: "This time, the Song Dynasty dispatched a navy, and he planned to land in the waters of Qijin Prefecture, and we came from our backs."

"Sneak attack..." Everyone immediately understood the Song army's idea. At this time, the Jurchens were very anxious to attack the city. If the Song Dynasty navy landed from a location and launched an unexpected attack on the Jurchen camp, although the Jurchens' unrivaled power was enough to make these Song people unable to gain any advantage, the losses would never be small.

This is very consistent with Shen Lengzi's style. In the eyes of the Jurchens, this guy is not only a cruel tiger, but also a cunning hungry wolf. If such a person sets out from the border town to Qijin Mansion, he will be a ghost!

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Chapter completed!