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The north of Datong City is not completely open, but also has ups and downs. The hills cover hills, but they are not that place to wait for the mountains. One second.co, wonderful novels are read for free without pop-ups!

The city is still constantly building horse resistance. Youdao is fighting and fighting money. Gan Qi takes this to the extreme. One horse resistance costs ten copper coins. This is just a manual fee. The workmanship of horse resistance is too simple. It is a little more skillful. It is no problem to build dozens of them a day. It is not difficult for a family to work together, and it is not difficult to make one or two cents a day. This is only a lot more than the usual monthly income.

The wood was insufficient, Gan Qi even ordered that if a laborer was to contract the materials, a person who refused to horses would be willing to dismantle the bed board for these twenty copper coins.

If someone is willing to transport the horses outside the city and send them to the designated location, ten more copper coins will be added, whether they are for someone to transport them or for themselves, the shipping fee will be ten.

Gan Qi wanted to fill all the places in the north of Datong City with horses.

This is not all. Gan Qi has already spent money to a certain level. He even came up with a better solution, which is to buy furniture, a bench with five copper coins, a square table with thirty copper coins, a chair with coffee table, and even a bed. As long as people in the city are willing to sell, they will buy them all at high prices.

As long as these things are moved to the battlefield, they will not be much different from being able to resist horses.

At this time, Gan Qi still took some legitimacy into consideration. If the war was more urgent, Gan Qi would even send someone to grab it, snatch every household's furniture and throw it on the battlefield as a refusal.

Gan Qi's 50,000 people were still a little short of the 50,000 people. Although the number of enemies was unknown, it was estimated that between 80,000 and 100,000, there were at least 10,000 or 20,000 casualties at this time.

The gap between the truce at this time also gave Gan Qi some time to dispatch. There were 10,000 people on the east, west and west sides, 15,000 people on the north side, and 5,000 people on the north side, and 5,000 people were left as reserve teams, and they were temporarily used as porters to transport those things that resisted horses. Countless grassland Liao troops were compressed into an extremely narrow area, which is now as small as a dozen football fields, and people and horses were already crowded with no place to stand.

The soldiers on both sides looked at each other through the horses, and the distance was only twenty or thirty steps. Even when the war was in a standstill, feather arrows shot at each other from time to time, but both sides were tired. From last night to this afternoon, the Song army was having a meal and resting, but the Liao army had no food or drink water. Even some of the small ditches that were already here were cut off from the upper reaches by the Song army.

Yelu Yixin licked his dry lips and looked north from time to time. He was obviously waiting for something, probably waiting for the 30,000 to 40,000 cavalry in the northern camp, hoping that they would appear here in time at this time. As long as the 30,000 to 40,000 cavalry appeared, it would be life.

However, Yelu Yixin never saw the people he was expecting to appear. One person next to him handed a small water bag to Yelu Yixin. Yelu Yixin quickly took it and took a sip to relieve the torn pain throat. Even the yellow mud water scooped from the small water dang was precious.

At this time, for the Liao army, there was not no food. For example, killing a horse is enough to feed many people. However, there was no place to circulate around, and even the fire was a luxury to make a fire and barbecue. Even so, some people still started to kill horses. It was good to drink a few sips of horse blood and chew a few sips of raw meat. This is probably the real way to eat raw blood.

Tiredness envelops everyone. The more you rest, the lazier you are, the more tired you are. There are even people on the battlefield who can squint their eyes and fall asleep.

Ganqi stood up again and said softly in a hoarse voice: "Beat the drum!"

Lead the troops and run away.

Not far behind me, the drums sounded again.

When people heard the drum sound, they stood up as if they were on a string, and they immediately stood up tightly. Not only the Song army, but also the Liao army. As the drum sounded, everyone stood up and quickly squeezed their weapons.

"Come on line, stand in line!"

"Come on, and do your best, and victory is right in front of you!"

“Prepare, prepare for preparation!”

The drum beats began to be fast, dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong...

"Flip over and move forward!"

“Forward!”

"The back team moved forward!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"prick!"

Yelu Yixin was also nervous at this time, and he stood up and went back and forth while watching, looking around in the southeast, west and north.

After watching for a moment, he once again said in a hoarse voice: "Go and organize the manpower and break north!"

Break northward!

Rows of spears were straight, rows of people were buzzing, and the feather arrows were flying in the air again.

Some people also shouted: "Team leader, my arrow bag is empty."

"Then hold the gun and press forward!"

Yelu Yixin finally saw the scene he was looking forward to. He raised his arms high and kept shouting, but he couldn't make many sounds.

The figure of the light cavalry appeared in the north, and the light cavalry on the grassland came. Reinforcements finally arrived.

Yelu Yixin was very excited. He waved his hand as if he felt that the light cavalry in the north could hear his orders.

But for some reason, the light riders stopped on a slope, and the horses kept patrolling left and right.

Yelu Yixin couldn't see it seriously, and was so anxious that he danced his arms even harder. He even asked someone to wave a tall flag beside him, hoping to attract those light riders.

The light cavalry still did not move anyway, and the horses were still rushing around.

Because there were already many horse-rejecting horses under the slope, the horse's hooves could not rush down.

This situation made it better for the 30,000 to 40,000 people who had just arrived on the battlefield not knowing how to make decisions for a while.

Should I dismount and rush down to support?

Or make other plans, such as taking a detour, going around other directions of the city, attacking the city directly, and surround Wei and rescue Zhao?

Another key point is that none of the 30,000 to 40,000 people can be the master of everyone. They obviously come from many different grassland tribes. Yelu Yixin is not in front of him, and no one will listen to anyone.

It is a good way to surround Wei and save Zhao, because even if everyone dismounts and rushes into the crowd of horses, facing the iron armor of the Song people, it is still a disadvantage. If thousands of people in turn block them, they will inevitably fall into a difficult situation. If the Song army still dispatches people to the north and take up all the horses, the consequences will be even more unimaginable.

However, it seems difficult to attack the city directly in another direction. Under the high wall, it is so difficult to attack the city? What's more, the most basic equipment is required to attack the city. Not to mention the others, even a long ladder is needed. Looking around the left and right, the nearest forest is about ten miles away. You have to build a long ladder and then go to the high wall to fill in the lives. I don't know how many lives it will take.

A bunch of tribal leaders gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

A big man with round face said, "At this time, there is no other way, so we can attack the city. Let's go around from the north of the city and go directly to the south city to build a ladder to attack the city. I just hope that the Privy Councilor can hold on for a while."

After the round-faced man finished speaking, his eyes glanced at everyone on the left and right. Some nodded, some frowned, and some looked thoughtful.

Then a man said, "Zalihe, have you ever thought that even if you enter Datong City, will the siege of the north of the city be really lifted? These Song troops did not have a relative in the city, and they were not afraid at all. Datong was originally a Liao city. If the Song people were smarter, how could they let the Privy Councillor go and save a Liao city that did not belong to them? As long as they continued to siege, they would probably not last long."

Someone nodded and continued, "Yes, Zhalihe, if we fight for countless lives and conquer the city, the Song people will do whatever they want? We can only dismount and rush into the pile of horses?"

The round-faced man Zarihe frowned when he heard this, and looked up at the horse-rejecting horses everywhere. At this time, not only were there horse-rejecting horses, but even the tables, chairs, benches and benches in the city were brought out, everywhere, and even the gates of the city were filled, leaving only some traffic roads that could be sealed at any time. These roads were obviously used to transport materials and convey messages.

This is really a big deal and it is eye-opening.

Zarihe frowned and said, "The nest is really good, this is not good, that is not good, will it not save it? Then the Liao people come to ask for guilt, who can afford it?"

The power of the Khitans on the grassland is caused by fighting, and the power of the Khitans is remembered and remembered for a long time! Although these grassland tribes have their own ulterior motives, no one seems to dare to easily disobey the Khitans' orders.

Wokezhen is the man who first opposed Zalihe just now. He came from the Naiman tribe on the west side of the grassland. The Naiman tribe lived south of Mount Altai and was the strongest tribe on the west side of the grassland. This Naiman tribe was not short in history books. Later, when Genghis Khan Temujin rose, the Naiman tribe was his enemy to unify the grassland.

Woke really obviously had some different ideas, but he was hesitating whether to say it directly. Zalihe was waiting for him to speak, but he was not in a hurry to speak, but looked at everyone present with a gloomy look, and then slowly said: "Do you really want the Khitans to win?"

As soon as this sentence was said, everyone present took a breath.

It’s really true, I really dare to say it, I’m really not afraid of death, what I say is really scary!

Zarihe was shocked and asked quickly: "Wokezhen, what do you mean?"

Wu Kezhen's eyes were sharp and asked directly: "Zalihe, your Damili tribe has been tamed into a shepherd dog by the Liao people's Northwest Road Raiders?"

"Wokezhen, if you have something to say, do you know what will happen if you say this today and it will reach the Liao people?" Zalihe was really scared. He was afraid of the Khitans, and the Khitans' Northwest Road Zhaodansi, because the Liao Kingdom's Northwest Road Zhaodansi was near the Damili tribe, and there were cities, towns, and towns that were built on the grassland by the Liao people!

Wu Ke really smiled: "Hmph, I only know that the Liao people have lost the land of Yanyun, so the whole country has fought south. If the Khitans are defeated again, the Khitans will become a joke. What about the Northwest Road Raiders? If I were you, I would occupy the Northwest Road Raiders and his Zhenzhou city. The Khitans are a mountain and there will always be times when they collapse. Do you all want to be suppressed by the Khitans for the rest of your life? "

Zhalihe opened her mouth, looked at the wok, and stammered, "You don't... don't, don't harm people, you... your Naiman tribe is in the westernmost part, you are far away, we are in the center of the grassland, just under the eyes of the Khitans, don't harm people... don't harm people."

"Zalihe, you are afraid. You have been tamed. You are not a shepherd dog. You are a horse under the Liao people. You are covered by the reins and obey. You eat grass and squeeze out all the milk for the Khitans to enjoy." Wu Kezhen smiled, squinted her eyes and smiled contemptuously.

Then Wu Kezhen raised his hand and pointed forward again, saying, "Look, 20,000 people from the Meilijiu tribe were surrounded, and the people from the nine tribes of Dadan were surrounded. The black carriage Wei, Chazara, and Yashiba were all surrounded by the Song people. Have you seen it? If the Liao people are defeated today, think about it! Think about it, use your brain!"

Wu Ke was so excited that he lit up his head with his fingers, making them think, what did he ask the khans in front of him to think?

Everyone's faces showed a look of greed, greed!

The territory on the grassland, countless cattle, sheep, horses, countless women and children, and huge grassland land!

Today, as long as the tribes are defeated in the war, as long as the troops come out, they will be lost here. One of them will be considered one and will become fat sheep, and they will be slaughtered by others.

Who will slaughter these tribes?

Of course, they were the tribes in front of them who were not trapped.

"Did you figure it out?" Wokezhen asked loudly.

Zarihe spoke: "Then...what if the Khitans come to settle the score in the future?"

Wu Kezhen laughed and said, "Zalihe, Zalihe, you are a good horse from the Khitans. You have forgotten what it feels like to gallop freely on the grassland? Look at these Song people, look at these Song people, look at the power of these Song people. Do you know how big the Song State is? It is bigger than all the grasslands combined. From now on, regardless of victory or defeat, the Liao people will always fight the Song people to the end. They will never come up to the grassland again. Do you understand? If the Song people are more powerful, they may not even have the Khitan Liao Kingdom, and there will not even be the Khitan people. Do you understand?"

"You... are you saying that the Khitans no longer have the ability to come to the grassland?" Zalihe was a little nervous, excited, and scared.

"What do you think? If you go back to the horse, Zhenzhou City will be yours. There is no more recruiting department on the Northwest Road of the Great Liaoning." Wokezhen, a master who plays with people's hearts, and he also has a Naiman tribe who is unwilling to surrender to others.

"You...you have made some sense, but if the Liao people really enter the grassland again in the future, we all have to say that we must send troops to resist together. Recently, you all have me to resist the Liao army. Otherwise, if I die, it will be your turn next!" Zalihe had a cautious and fearful heart.

Naiman tribe Wo Kezhen immediately said: "Come to get wine and get blood as an alliance. Once the Liao people really send troops to the grassland again, there are ones here, and they all swore to the heaven of immortality that they will do their best to send troops together and drive the Khitans out of the grassland!"

"Okay, okay, take the sheep and sacrifice to the immortal world!" Zalihe was afraid, but he might have a heart that yearns for freedom and even more greedy.

The war was urgent, and the Song people's iron armored spears kept pressing forward, rows of Liao people fell down in front of the iron walls, and the Song army had even crawled into the horses.

The difference between leather armor and iron armor is not only in equipment, but also in people's hearts. The feather arrow cannot be shot through and the waist knife cannot be cut open. This is a kind of despair. Perhaps fighting several more battles with the Song army, these grassland people know how to face the iron armored infantry, such as not having to pull out the knife, just bring a heavy hammer, smash the helmet, and smash the iron armor.

It’s a pity that the people in the grassland are short of iron, and there are not so many irons to make these heavy weapons that are of little use to live.

Even if the grassland people are prepared, waving a big wooden stick in their hands is easier than a knife. Unfortunately, these grassland people don’t even have big wooden sticks in their hands.

This was the case with the Wanyan Jurchens in the future. They first smashed the Huanglong Mansion with a big wooden stick, then smashed the Liao Kingdom with a big hammer and a mace to death, and also smashed the Northern Song Dynasty with a big hammer and a mace to death.
To be continued...