Chapter 814: No one left

Countless rockets flew out from all directions, and the sky was instantly reflected by the fire of the stars. Countless fire points drifted halfway through the air, and flew to the ground with rolling black smoke.

In the urn city, a big fire ignited, and the tongue of flame spread rapidly along the tinder oil, and a raging raging sound came out immediately afterwards.

A huge pillar of black smoke had already emerged from the urn city, and it went straight into the sky. Under this black smoke, tens of thousands of Jurchen cavalry were in chaos, trampling on each other, wailing down, and countless people were ignited to leave. Some people who were ignited were yelling and running wildly. The flames on their bodies were immediately stained with other people after such a jump, and their leather armor also burned, and a strange pungent smell spread.

The fire swelled into the sky, dispersing the mist, and between the sky and the earth, there was only huge black smoke rolling.

The urn city became a sea of ​​fire, and the flames on both sides spread to the center with a prairie fire. It was late autumn, with dry weather, north winds everywhere, and tinder oil helped. The Jurchens were wearing leather armor. There were many military camp facilities in this urn city. After the fire broke out, it had reached an unstoppable level in just a moment.

The Jurchens were in chaos. In the face of the fire, the so-called courage and courage were nothing but futile. On both sides were towering city walls, and the roads in front and behind had been sealed. The urn was like a huge urn jar, leaving them nowhere to escape.

The heat waves and thick smoke made the Jin army, which were not ignited by the fire, suffocated. Many people breathed hard and struggled hard, and finally fell to the ground with a loud bang. At this time, the most harmful to the Jurchens were the war horses that had been broken. These once reliable partners were now running wildly in the urn city in fright. Wherever they passed, countless Jurchen cavalry were knocked away and trampled under the horse's hooves. The sound of the horse's hooves stomped into the bone marrow was like the grim smile of the god of death.

After the rockets, the Song army on the city wall still refused to give up. With the orders of the officers, the soldiers did not hesitate, but still bent their bows and arrows, shooting randomly into the city. Flying arrows that covered the sky and covered the sun were scattered all over the sky, with almost no dead corners. After each round of volleys, countless firemen suddenly fell to the ground and let out the last desperate roar.

This huge fire was alluded to Shen Ao's eyes standing on the city tower. The deep and deep eyes seemed to have ignited flames. The flames were burning and jumping, reflecting a strange luster. Shen Ao did not move, but was still blowing by the north wind. Looking at the miserable scene in the city, Shen Ao's face was only indifferent.

He might have struggled in his heart. Doing this will really hurt the virtue of nature? In fact, he has already given the answer to this answer. Doing this is so cruel that it is outrageous. But Shen Ao told himself that if it were the Jurchens, if it were himself and his tribe members in this urn city, the Jurchens would do the same. They would kill you and step on your head with their feet, shouting with great power: "Look, this is a coward!"

They will enslave your children, humiliate your wife and daughter, and it will be like in history that the city of Bianjing is broken, blood flows into a river, white bones are covered with dead bodies, while the living are worse than death.

"Since that's the case, since you have to make a choice, since it's a zero-sum game, there will always be people who will survive and die, then you..." Shen Ao murmured to himself in an inaudible voice, which drifted between the world with the rolling smoke and the unrestrained north wind. Perhaps no one heard it, perhaps this voice was slight in the roar, but Shen Ao knew that someone would hear it, and someone would hear his voice: "Then you go and die."

Half an hour passed, the entire walls on all sides of the city walls were burned black, and the ground was covered with messy corpses, accompanied by a faint ***, which was shocking.

In some corners under the city wall, there were scattered Jurchen cavalry. They were shocked to stick to the wall, and were lucky to not burn to death, and also luckily avoided the rain of arrows in the sky. Looking at the devastation, they even forgot to roar.

Wanyan Zonghan was protected by several personal soldiers. His beard had been burned off, and his leather armor was taken off. He was naked and looked at the sky speechlessly. Seeing the heads poking out after the wall stomped. Until now, he was convinced that he had lost, and the 50,000 cavalry had not yet had time to rush to kill, and the knife head had already been defeated before he could lick blood.

The 50,000 Jurchen warriors are nothing to the Khitan and the Song people, but for the Jurchens, it is a huge loss. The Jurchens have a population of only one million, and only 300,000 people can fight. Now, these 50,000 elite soldiers are now ruined by themselves. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Jurchens have never experienced such a crushing defeat, and they have also been defeated so thoroughly.

Wanyan Zonghan, who was full of thoughts, stood under the wall in a panic, trembling with his lips, and finally gritted his teeth and pulled out the long knife from his waist. The blade emitted a cold light and was about to slash under his neck.

When the personal soldiers next to him saw this, they immediately hugged Wanyan Zonghan in horror.

Wanyan Zonghan's eyes were filled with tears, and he roared loudly, and finally let go of the long sword in his hand in despair.

Knock... the long sword fell to the ground, and at this time, the terrified Jurchens finally realized that many people began to cry. It took only half an hour for 50,000 people to be left. Most of the corpses were burned into coke and could not even tell the face. In this tragic scene, facing the appearance of countless companions without corpses, even the sarcastic hearts became weak at this time.

The gate of the inner city was opened, and then thousands of navy cavalry rushed into the urn. In their hands, there were no long ropes that tied people, but long swords that reflected a strange luster under the thick smoke. The long sword pointed forward and split the thick smoke with the running of the war horses, slashing through the bitter north wind. The tip of the knife emitted a dark luster of star points, like a huge wave sweeping everything, venting out of the gate.

A head lieutenant shouted: "The King of Pingxi has an order, no one will be left!"

"kill!"

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The tide of cavalry was galloping on the corpse, pursuing the Jurchens who escaped by chance. In the past, people were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were the ones who were lucky enough to escape. Today, these cruel and arrogant Jurchens became whetstones.

The Jurchens mourned, begged for mercy, knelt on the ground, and cried.

But when the war horses jumped over and passed by, the cavalry immediately had no mercy. They were indifferent to lifting their swords and slashing down indifferently. The sword light was like a terrifying geese, and the war horses neighed like war drums. Then, the long sword pierced the bones, and blood splattered everywhere. At the same time, the war horse carrying the cavalry had already flew away, leaving only a corpse that had kneeled on the ground and lost its last glory in its eyes.

At this time, the cavalry, which had flown several feet away, had already left the tip of the knife in their hands.

The corpse is covered with blood, and the blood flows and the pestle is floating. In the eyes of the few people on the city tower, all this is not only fear, but also fear.

Standing behind Shen Ao were several generals of the army who were invited to "observe". The Jurchens were sparsely populated and conquered Liaodong. After conquering Liaodong, they forced the desert. All ethnic groups in Liaodong recruited soldiers to enter the pass to fight with the Jurchens. Some of the ethnic groups in the desert wanted to get a share of the pie, while others were taken by the powerful force of the Jurchens, so they dispatched strong men to form a army to fight with the Jurchens.

In this Dading Prefecture, there were more than 5,000 troops in the army to defend. When Chen Ao's cavalry raided Dading Prefecture, the troops immediately surrendered when they saw that the situation was hopeless. For them, it was the same as everyone else, just to change their masters. Therefore, although they surrendered, it would be a joke to say how loyal they were to the Song Dynasty. These troops had already made up their minds. This time, the Song army was lucky to win the raid. Now they compromised first, and it would not be too late to be loyal to the Jurchens when the Jurchen cavalry arrived.

However, seeing this scene today is really creepy. These noble masters from the desert once licked blood on their heads, but the 50,000 Jurchen Iron Cavalry killed them in a blink of an eye, but it was unprecedented. Some people had already started a cold war, and some people couldn't help but look at Chen Ao who left them on their backs. This Han man was not tall and tall, but at this time, he seemed much more majestic.

Chen Ao suddenly looked back, as if he knew their feelings, and looked at them indifferently. A desert noble could no longer help but bend his knees to the ground. The other few people saw someone kneeling down, but they did not dare to stand, and knelt down and salute.

Chen Ao looked at them condescendingly, with a smile on his face, and said lightly: "Is this scene good?"

“Good… good looking…”

Chen Ao showed a look of sadness and curled his lips and said, "Then you continue to read here, and read meticulously. Not only should you read it, but you should also remember it carefully and remember it in your heart. Come and see me, let me see them for three or four hours. After reading it, let them write a five thousand words article. If you don't know how to write, you have to learn it. My Song Dynasty writing is the most beautiful, and you will learn it well. You can use it when you set up the Anbei Protectorate Palace in the future."

He left a sentence and Shi Shiran got off the city tower, and a team of personal guards immediately chased after him.

There were only a few nobles left on the city tower, and everyone looked at each other. Although they were from different races, their expressions were the same at this moment. Not to mention it, they had to write five thousand words of experience. They didn’t know what the experience was, but only these five thousand words were enough to make a headache. The most important thing is that they could not write Chinese characters. Just now, King Pingxi also said that if they could not write, they would come to learn, but it might be easy to get them to go up and kill people, but it would be better to kill them than to learn Chinese characters.

One thing is certain. If you don’t follow the fierce commands of the evil spirit, you might not even have to frown your brows. There are no doubts about this. The murder scene just now is still fresh in memory. The smell of corpse and blood can still be smelled. If you kill 50,000 Jurchens, you don’t frown. Do you still care about your own lives?

"Learn, you have to learn, learn now!" Several people made up their minds, but they didn't even have any delays.

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Chapter completed!