Seeing the emperor comforting the soldiers like this, Kang Chengxun and others could only smile bitterly.

As a military general, he naturally knew that the performance of the soldiers in the wing army was not a real danger to the enemy. When he thought of the scene when tens of thousands of elite Jurchen cavalry abandoned their horses and rushed towards the city like an ant, several generals in the front office of the palace were all fighting all over, and it was difficult to suppress their inner fear.

They were not worried about their lives, but the emperor who was walking in front of them with his hands. His safety was too important. When they thought that they might become a great sinner who had been passed down for thousands of years in the Song Dynasty, even if they were only military generals, they did not expect that the emperor would lose his opponents again or die in the city.

Kang Chengxun hesitated for a while and was about to persuade the emperor again. When Zhao Huan got on the imperial horse, the ceremonial wars were set up and headed towards the palace, the people of Chang'an along the way were heard and began to cheer on both sides of the road. The crowds of people were crowded and many places were crowded. At first glance, the dense heads of people were rising and falling with Zhao Huan's arrival, which was very spectacular.

In addition to bowing and cheering, many people were excited and asked themselves to go up to the city to help defend the city. Many old people bowed with tears and praised Zhao Huan for not leaving the people. They were the rare heroic lord of the Song Dynasty. Among these excited people, there were hard labor who relied on hard work to make a living, ordinary citizens, and candidates who came to participate in the autumn examination.

They surrounded the emperor tightly, showed their muscles, and shouted for war, asking the emperor to order the government to send them weapons to the city to help with the war. At this moment, all their status and status are no longer important.

The torn porter was climbed onto his shoulder by a well-dressed gentleman. The thin Confucian scholar quietly took off the Confucian scarf from his head and mingled with a group of rural soldiers who fled into the city. The emperor did not escape. He was willing to go to the national crisis with the people and resist the enemy. Even its party Zhao Huan did not expect the motivational effect. When he saw this scene with his own eyes, not only Zhao Huan was moved, but he waved to the people again and again, but Kang Chengxun and others were also moved.

In the autumn of the fifth year of Jingkang. When the Song Dynasty and Chang'an were facing the most severe tests, this era was only a hundred years old. In fact, the empire that shouldered thousands of years of high civilization was highly developed. While civilization and economy were developing, it finally worked under repeated attacks from the enemy and under the inspiration of the Supreme Emperor Zhao Huan, the Supreme Powerful Emperor, began to burst out with the spirit of martial arts and perseverance that was deliberately suppressed in the early stages of the establishment of the dynasty.

When this nation first emerged, a small tribe in the Yellow River Basin relied on this spirit to defeat powerful enemies repeatedly. Finally, it unified the Xia Dynasty and wiped out the four barbarians. It also had a strong Han and prosperous Tang Dynasty, and with advanced civilization and powerful force, it complemented each other and became one of the few powerful civilizations not only East Asia, but also the world.

Three years before Jingkang, this civilization was lost in the civilization maze it established. The increasingly thick classics, more and more constraints, and more prosperous cities brought to this civilization, but it was also becoming weaker and weaker.

Not only its ruler, but also its excellent part of the people. There are fewer and fewer strong factors in the blood. Because of conservativeness and unwillingness to make progress, they would rather succumb to the iron hoofs of foreign races than strengthen their spirits and exercise their bodies.

At a certain moment in the third year of Jingkang, the transformation of a chess piece caused the entire torrent of history to change in another direction.

In the autumn of the fifth year of Jingkang, this change began to emit its strange light at an emergency that concerns the life and death of the dynasty.

After the war in Chang'an, not only did the status of soldiers become higher and higher, but many scholars and ordinary people also began to wear swords and swords with great enthusiasm, practice riding and shooting, and swinging swords and guns, bleeding and sweating were no longer a shame or insulting thing.

A real man should hold a three-foot sword to pacify the world, rather than be a bookworm who searches for chapters and sentences. When compared with heroism and splendor, all the so-called saints' language teachings are outdated and annoying, and no longer convincing.

This is the huge force that a nation bounces out when it is oppressed to the bottom by its inner inheritance and the deliberate inspiration of its leaders. Such a force is enough to crush any provocateurs in the world! Naturally, this is only after Chang'an, and after a small-scale contact with the invading enemy that is not a battle, anyone with less abundant military experience dare not have unshakable confidence in whether Chang'an can stick to it.

In Chang'an City, there are 8,000 elite imperial guards in the front office, 6,000 wing troops that have just been converted into engineering troops, and 1,2084 fire-fighting soldiers. This is a special system of the Song Dynasty. Because there are many fires in the city, it is specially set up, but it is a military organization. In fact, its main task is to put out city fires and not be responsible for fighting. In addition to the above-mentioned troops, there are less than a thousand yamen runners, postal communication, sanitation, food and grass guards and other errands.

The combined military forces of all established systems are only the strength of less than 18,000 people, and most of them are just auxiliary troops. The one who can really fight is the imperial guards of the 9,000-man palace chief. The Chang'an City of the Song Dynasty was naturally much smaller than the Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty, which was more than ten miles around. However, such an army was still sparse when deployed on the top of the city. Even the confidence of its own people could clearly feel that such a military deployment was a problem and could not be taken into account in many areas.

Moreover, while defending the city, a considerable number of reserve teams are needed to be left to prepare to support tight areas at any time. Such an arrangement is inevitable, and the pressure on the city is further increased.

Opposite such a city-defense force, there are barbarian cavalry that do not require too much logistics support. They started from Liaodong and swept across the south of the Yangtze River. They all adopted the strategy of using the enemy to defeat the enemy, adapting to local conditions, and relying on plunder to meet military supplies. For such an army, it is obviously completely impossible to adopt the tactic of cutting off the enemy's food route or sticking to the opponent's food and retreating by themselves.

The other party has a high morale, skilled and sophisticated tactics and shooting skills. Everyone is a bloodthirsty warrior who has been through sand wars for a long time. They endure hardships and are silent and silent. They are the most lovely soldiers in the eyes of every commander. As long as the military order is issued, they will definitely not die and will never be afraid or afraid.

There is no weakness, no fear, no mercy. They are humans and beasts.

Faced with such an enemy who took the lead in tactical strategy and even exceeded twice the number of defenders, Chang'an's Song army had the only high fighting spirit and determination to never retreat due to Zhao Huan's performance. In addition, it was just a leading position in the intensity range of the bow and arrows, and a not-solid and particularly tall city wall.

After witnessing Han Chang's actions, Zhao Huan did not blame the frontline soldiers. They were not originally prepared for the battle, and making all soldiers as good as elite troops were just crazy. It was just a crazy dream. The situation where the auxiliary troops also had to go to the city to fight the enemy was obviously the responsibility of the Supreme Commander and the senior generals, and had nothing to do with those soldiers.

At the same time, he did not try to change the deployment of the front-line generals. Due to the siege of Chang'an, Zhao Huan felt his military insensitivity and incompetence, and decided to change this.

However, everything takes time. Now he just needs to change into armor and go to the city to urge the army to fight. At the specific department, he is naturally responsible for the frontline generals such as Kang Chengxun.

After returning to the palace, the emperor ordered that the people who were willing to go to the city to help defend, but the premise was to train first, and they could not be pulled up to the city suddenly. Otherwise, many people did not mean that the combat power would be improved. Instead, the disorder and panic of these people would affect the Song army on the city.

After this edict was issued, Zhao Huan no longer met with foreign officials, but only ordered him to prepare a set of armor for himself. In addition, he only went to the harem to meet Meng Hou once, indicating that he refused to follow the empress dowager's difficulties in escaping.

At night, Zhao Huan spent the last night of war in the deep palace under the escort of a few guards. After tonight, he decided to live near the city gate and not return to the palace.

On the morning of the fourth day of the September 19th year of Jingkang, when the sun was half-covered and half-exposed slowly rose on the horizon, and a ray of red light sprinkled towards the city of Chang'an, outside Chang'an, after spending half a day and a night of corresponding preparations, more than 40,000 golden soldiers only sent a small number of soldiers to guard the war horses. The other cavalry abandoned their horses and dismounted, and began to line up in the morning sun, forming huge infantry formations, preparing to launch a strong attack on Chang'an, which seemed to be weak in defense.

The war drums were rumbling, and Zhao Huan in the palace was awakened. After simple preparations, he rushed to the top of the city.

Within his sight, dozens of neatly arranged infantry formations stood opposite him with murderous aura. The swords and guns were like forests, and the cold light was dazzling.

The black armor and helmets gathered into a black ocean. The power and determination displayed by the soldiers who stretched for miles, and the majesty and strength revealed by the Yumeng Army were settled and pressed on the hearts of the Song army on the city.

As the queue unfolded, the drums became louder and louder. With the rushing sound of raindrops and thunder, the Jin army began to advance slowly. After the advancement in front, all the Jin generals began to form a group. First, under the leadership of several shamans, they begged for success to the heaven, and then dispersed and went to command their troops.
Chapter completed!