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Volume 1: Yan Yun Chaos Volume 3: Bending the Sky Chapter 106: Urgent Storm (10)

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    In the valley road, the war was coming to an end. Inside and outside the village, in the smoke and flames, Tatar corpses were lying everywhere. A group of Jurchen's noble disciples also fell in the blood, with the panic and panic of the dying moment still condensed on their faces.  fear.  More than a hundred knights who followed Yang Zaixing's sudden attack and gave them a good kill also lost twenty or thirty knights in the desperate counterattack of the Jurchen guards.  Whether they are veterans of the Long Guard Army under Yang Zaixing or Yan Di athletes who moved to fight in Tanzhou, these days have been through life and death.  Although the loss was heavy, there was not much sadness.  Just dismount silently and clean up the battlefield.  The brothers who died in the battle were all dragged to one place, ready to be burned, and some of their ashes were picked up and taken back.  As for the injured brother, many horses were captured anyway. The two horses were connected with many thick ropes, and the wounded brother was carried with him. Whether he could survive to Yizhou could only depend on the luck of the brothers.  There were also people who cut off the ears of the Tatars among the corpses on the ground.  He killed more than 200 Tatars in this battle without worry, and he had [no] [wrong] quled and no lime or other things with him. He couldn't take his head back with him, so he could only rely on his ears as evidence of his military exploits.  There were also some Tatars who escaped by climbing mountains and ridges, so they were left alone.  This encounter was unexpected and resulted in a happy kill.  The Tatar army is now densely populated near Yanjing. We cannot delay fighting here. It is better to clean up the battlefield as soon as possible and get out of the way as soon as possible.  Yang Zaixing had already dismounted and was walking around the village, feeling that the fighting was not enough.  These Jurchen Tatars were obviously good players, but their last counterattack didn't look good, which made him sweat a little.  But he didn't know that these powerful Jurchen warriors had just entered the battle.  Why is it just a ball of loose sand with no fighting spirit?  Just trying to escape.  It was completely different from the Jurchen Tatar army horses he was familiar with.  While moving.  Yang Zaixing was still shouting at his subordinates from time to time to move faster, finish cleaning up as soon as possible and continue walking south.  At this time, Thirteen had already ducked to the top of a mountain.  The thin figure squatted on the mountain and looked west, guarding the army and horses.  With him watching over them, everyone felt at ease.  Although these hundreds of cavalry are so small that they are like dust near Yanjing where Jurchen Tatars are densely populated, the presence of Yang Zaixing and Thirteen among these more than a hundred cavalry gives everyone confidence that they will definitely be able to fight back.  Go to Yizhou!  Zhang Xu personally delivered the corpses of several fellow villagers named Paoze who had fought with him near Tanzhou and moved to war, into a big house in the village.  The other soldiers also brought over the bodies of their brothers who died in the battle.  After setting them up neatly, he tried his best to help them scrub their bloody faces, and then everyone left silently. After a short pause, they threw in a dozen torches.  Smoke was rising. Even though the man's heart was as hard as iron, even though he had just won a great victory, in the light of the fire, many of the dozens of standing knights rubbed their eyes with their palms.  It doesn¡¯t matter.  Brothers become gods here, waiting for us to come back!  And Yang Zaixing stood behind dozens of soldiers.  His face was tense.  Crying in memory is something Yang Zaixing has never bothered to do.  The Tartars haven't been killed yet, how can there be so many birds to spare to hurt the spring and the autumn?  Seeing that the smoke was getting higher and higher, Yang Zaixing finally shouted: "The thief is gone! Are you still waiting here for the Tatars to come and take revenge?" Dozens of knights suddenly stirred up, each looking for a horse to stand up.  .  Although there are twenty or thirty fewer knights at this moment, there are more than a hundred horses, and they are all good horses!  With such foot power, the certainty of returning to Yizhou is several hundred percent greater!  A knight of the Dragon Guard Army came to Yang Zaixing's side, frowned and asked: "General, who are these Tatars that we killed? Today's battle always feels weird. It's the return to Yizhou and General Liu.  I don¡¯t know how to describe the reward. If we don¡¯t know about the killing of some important Tatars, we will lose a lot of money!¡± Yang Zaixing glanced at him: ¡°Zhi Niang is a promising thief.  No? You¡¯re not a Tatar like Zong Wang Zongqian! If you follow me then, are you afraid of not hanging Zong Wang¡¯s head in front of your horse?¡± After scolding his unsatisfactory subordinates, Yang Zaixing whistled,  Be the first to hit the horse.  The knight behind him immediately followed up with a rumble, without even saying a word to Thirteen who was squatting alone on the mountain.  There is no need to say hello. I don¡¯t know when Shisan appeared in the team again, picked a horse to ride on, and led the way!  The team swept away in the dust, leaving behind only the smoldering village and the blood-stained corpses lying lying around with no ears.  These Jurchen's descendants lay sprawled in the barren hills near Yanjing of the Song Dynasty, just like the common people of the Song Dynasty who had been ravaged and killed by them.  The one who started making figurines has no descendants!  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  ~~~~~~~~~~~~   It is already dark, and most of the deserted villages in the valley have been burned to ashes. Only sporadic flames are still beating, illuminating the rocks and trees in the deserted valley, twisting and dancing, like ghosts.  There were still corpses all over the ground, and the blood had condensed into black clots, giving off a nauseating smell.  At this moment, the valley was already filled with thousands of Jurchen warriors. On the mountains on both sides, there were infantry troops such as Cang Tou and others standing with their heads bowed.  In the firelight of the deserted village, there are patches of black jungle.  Everyone¡¯s eyes were focused on the Jurchen East Route Army generals who were hesitantly walking among the corpses!  Wanyan Zongwang, Wanyan Zongpan, Wanyan Zongjun, Wanyan Zongqian are all listed here.  "These Jurchen generals command thousands of armies, and their subordinates are all elite from all ethnic groups.  It roared in and flooded Yandi in a blink of an eye.  He is even more ready to go south at any time and destroy the Song Dynasty.  But with an order, it can rain blood all over the sky, change the color of the world, and make countless people terrified!  But these top figures in the Jurchen ruling class, below Wanyan Wu Qingmai, are now stooped, staggering around with one foot high and one foot low among the corpses on the ground.  Wanyan Zhalan was stabbed through the chest with a spear, Wanyan Shen Tu Nai's cervical vertebra was shattered, and Wanyan Ahudie's head was smashed into a rotten watermelon.  The main artery on the side of Wanyan's neck was severed with a sword.  Not to mention that there are more than ten distinguished descendants of Qi among them.  No one escaped!  The corpses of a group of Jurchen¡¯s dear disciples.  Finally they were picked out and gathered in one place.  Several important generals in the army, including Wanyan Zongpan, were holding the bodies of their own sons and crying incessantly.  He was such an only son, the biological grandson of the current Jurchen Emperor Wanyan Wu Qingmai, and now he turned into a cold corpse!  (It was previously written that Wanyan Zongpan was the son of Aguda, which was wrong. He was the beggar of Wu. Wanyan Ahudie was the legitimate grandson of Wu beggar. A book friend pointed it out, thank you.)  The deputy commander-in-chief, Wanyan Zongpan, exchanged tears with each other, beat his chest and feet, and cried like a beast roaring. The guards around him fell to the ground, neither daring to persuade nor to step forward!  But Wanyan Zongwang, the head coach of the Jurchen East Route Army, stood there firmly, the muscles on his face twitching, but no tears flowed out.  Let¡¯s talk about the truth.  Wanyan Zongwang's biological son is just a Wanyan sweeper.  Once dead.  The pain can be imagined!  Compared with Wanyan Zongpan who was beating his chest and stamping his feet and howling incessantly, Wanyan Zongwang who stood there without saying a word frightened thousands of Jurchen soldiers and horses in the valley at this moment. No one knew what kind of situation Wanyan Zongwang's sorrow and anger would take.  Explode!  Wanyan Zongwang suddenly said: "Who killed such and such a son?" Hundreds of personal guards immediately responded and took out dozens of Cangtou who had a chance to escape, as well as several Jurchen guards who were ordered to escape and report.  .  The two of them pressed each other and fell to their knees.  After the report of these people escaping, the neighboring army and horses who received them knew that something was wrong, and immediately escorted them to the central army where several Jurchen generals were located.  As soon as they heard the news, several Jurchen generals had no time to ask for details, and immediately led their own guards to rush towards the deserted valley here!  But the last thing I saw was corpses all over the ground.  At this time, Wanyan Zongwang asked, who killed almost half of the Jurchen generation's most precious descendants!  Several Jurchen guards were stunned and speechless. They did not know where these military horses suddenly bumped out from.  However, there were some people who understood Chinese among the Cangtou people, and they kowtowed desperately and replied: "I heard them greeting them in Chinese, hurry up and finish the fight and continue south to Yizhou. These are the soldiers and horses of the Southern Dynasty!" Zong Wang laughed and shook his head slightly.  : "Yizhou, that's right, it's the army of the Southern Dynasty." Liu Baozhong's hard-hitting spies were as bold as Yang Zaixing and rushed to the south of Tanzhou.  At this moment, the Jurchen army near Yanjing naturally has distant sentries to detect and reach the vicinity of Yizhou.  There was a small-scale encounter with the patrolmen sent by Yizhou.  Zong Wang slowly turned to the south and looked deep into the southern night sky.  "A certain person is no better than Zong Han. After he fell in love with Bo Jilie, he wanted to conquer the Southern Dynasty and establish the foundation of his own power. Who made him the son of Sa Gai? He thought that certain people would always exclude him and Zong Han  His son Shi Hema died in the hands of the Southern Dynasty. A certain person always laughed at him for pushing for the Southern Expedition because he wanted to avenge his son with Jurchen's life  It's okay. It's enough to beat the Southern Dynasty hard with a thunderous force, and then let the Southern Dynasty pay tribute year after year. It's enough for the Jurchens to control it now.  It was so vast, and if a group of people died after conquering the Southern Dynasty, how could the rest conquer the world? When Old Khan led a certain group of people to sacrifice their lives to attack and destroy the Liao Kingdom, he also wanted more Jurchens to enjoy wealth  "Suddenly, Wanyan Zongwang's voice suddenly turned into a roar! ?"But now they have killed XX's son! XX is now the same as Zong Han wants! Such a deep hatred will cost the lives of millions of southerners and cannot be avenged! Whether it is necessary to conquer the Southern Dynasty or not is another matter. That's another matter. The army under XX  , we must go all the way south, cross Yandi, cross the Yellow River, and enter Bianliang as soon as possible! Kill a group of Zhao family's descendants, make the Zhao family's daughters into slaves, and turn the entire Bianliang into a dead city, then stop!  "Why are you still hanging around Yanjing? Follow me to the south! Take Yizhou first and massacre it all! Then rush into Hebei and kill Bianliang first!"  City!" The roar echoed in the valley. Under the firelight, Zong Wang's face was as ferocious as a demon!  Wanyan Zongpan, who was holding his son's body, also suddenly raised his head: "Zongwang, Yizhou is only given to so and so! So and so only wants Yizhou!" He yelled and stood up while holding Wanyan Ahudie's body, swaying  He walked around for a few steps in a daze, and then roared at his own bodyguards: "What are you waiting for! Kill these Yahai who have fled away from the Lord! They will all go to feed the dogs!" With the Lord like this, none of the bodyguards dared to delay even a little bit.  , the sharp long knife was waved, blood spattered again, dozens of heads were cut off in an instant, and then these corpses were put on horses, and they were really going to be fed to the dogs!  But Zongwang just looked south blankly.  This war will become more dangerous and bloody just because of Yang Zaixing's unintentional encounter!  (To be continued) Chapter 106 of the third volume of "Bending the Sky" (Ten:
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