For hundreds of years, Dajin has occupied the territory and promoted culture and education, with names such as Shun Shanchuan, Zhou Liyue, Tang Riyue, and Han Clothing and Crown, as if inheriting the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties. But in fact, the entire governance system from top to bottom is as strong and rough as the white mountains and black waters.
For hundreds of years, the confrontation between the central government of the Great Jin Dynasty and the division between the local government and the central government were accompanied by blood and massacres, never ending. And there was rarely a time when the emperor, clan, powerful ministers, and local forces truly worked together. Even during the prosperous period of Dading, there was still an undercurrent inside.
After the Ming Dynasty, the country's power declined rapidly, and the contradictions that had been covered up were intensified again. The court itself continued to have political disputes. Wanyan Yongji was incompetent in governing, and Hu Shahu launched an army to rebel. The reputation of the court fell to a low point.
Later, the new king came to the throne and successively appointed wise ministers. He should have worked hard and made great achievements, but the Mongolian army marched south again. The Mongolian cavalry rampaged, and the main force came to Daxing Mansion, the central capital, once again cutting off the connection between the Dajin center and the vast territory.
For a normal dynasty, the siege of the country's capital might arouse the common hatred among the soldiers and the people. However, the Great Jin Kingdom has a rough governance system and a lack of awe in the people. Once the center is weak, all kinds of strange things will happen.
The last time the Mongolian army came to Zhongdu, the situation in the northeastern hinterland of Dajin Longxing had changed. First, Yelvliu Ge, a Khitan man, defeated the Jin army and proclaimed himself king of Liao. His reign was Yuan Tong, and his capital was Guangning. Immediately afterwards, Wanyan Chengyu and Pu Xianwannu, who were originally responsible for conquering Brother Yeluliu, also began to use Huining Mansion in Shangjing as their base, as if they were supporting their own troops.
Interestingly, Brother Yeluliu's control area is mainly in Liaoyang Prefecture, Guangning and Xianping in Tokyo, and then to the south of Linhuang Prefecture Road. These areas happened to cut off the way for Wanyan Chengyu and Pu Xianwannu to enter Wei Zhongdu.
At the beginning of this siege of Zhongdu, the imperial edict to mobilize troops and the King of Qin was sent to Shangjing like snowflakes. But Wanyan Chengyu and Pu Xianwannu commanded tens of thousands of elite soldiers, but they could not move. The reason they reported back to the court was that the Mongolian army supported Yelvliu Ge with thousands of cavalry, which was really terrifying. We fought once and lost our troops, so we must never fight again.
Not only is the situation in the northeastern hinterland unclear, but also at Datong Mansion in Xijing, Deputy Marshal Zuo and the stay-at-home officer in Xijing, Mo Nian Zhongzhong, also has tens of thousands of troops and sits back and watches the war in Hebei. More than four months have passed, and among the generals he sent to Zhongdu to support him, there is only one Yunnei Prefecture defense envoy Wanyan Bi.
Wanyan Bi was not an incompetent person. He was Wanyan Kuang's old subordinate. He had conquered the east and west, repeatedly defeated the Song army, and accumulated great achievements to Pingnan Dangjiang General. He had a reputation for bravery. However, the Yunnei Prefecture where he was stationed was captured by the Mongols at the beginning of the war, and Wanyanbi fought his way out of the encirclement with his proficient martial arts. He was loyal and did not give him any support, so that when Wanyanbi arrived in Zhongdu, he only had a few cavalry around him.
This is true in the northeastern hinterland, and this is true on Xijing Road. I heard that on the other side of the road from Jingzhao Mansion, there were warriors who insisted on sending troops to serve the king. However, they were unanimously attacked by their colleagues and were killed. So, it is natural that the important officials of the imperial court in the east and west of Shandong have their own plans.
Everyone thinks about their own immediate interests.
However, during the more than ten years that Wanyan Sala had been in Shandong, he had been fighting openly and secretly with Huang Lawu Dian for seven or eight years. Wanyan Sala had already seen through this mediocre man who was carefully entrenched in Dongping Mansion.
This man was greedy for money, incompetent, timid, and cruel. The reason why he was able to serve as a high official in the border areas was because of the officialdom method of accepting bribes and requests, but after all, he lacked some insight.
At this time, do you still rely on the emperor's preference to maintain your family's power and position? Huang slapped Wudian for being stupid!
Wanyan Salara knew very well that if the Mongols invaded Zhongdu from time to time, the prestige of the Jin Kingdom would soon be trampled into the ground. The emperor's preferences and the choice of the central government would immediately lose any value. . The situation before us is the beginning of troubled times, and the only things we can rely on in troubled times are territory and soldiers!
After the Mongolian army destroyed Huang Laowudian's headquarters, Wanyan Salara would be able to directly control Dongping and Jinan. There are two rich places, territory and military strength. Are you afraid that the court will not recognize them?
The only worrying thing right now is that the Mongolian army's movements seem to be slower than expected.
Huang's action of slapping Wudian was already too slow. He led more than 20,000 troops. After leaving Dongping Mansion, he walked for ten days before reaching Jinan. He marched no more than twenty miles every day, and looting continued along the way, so that the baggage team became larger and larger.
But for ten days, the Mongolian army never took action.
As a result, Wanyan Salara had no choice but to slow down and march with the troops he planned to use to seize Jinan and Dongping. These are all subordinates who are linked together, there is nothing we can do about it.
His army set out from Linzi, followed Mianshui River north to Xiaoqing River, crossed the river at Sanchakou in Boxing County, and then turned westward. Since the Mongols didn't move, his troops couldn't get up quickly. They were dawdling for more than ten miles every day. At this time, they had just arrived north of Zouping, and across the river to the east, they could see Changbai Mountain.
On the same day, halfway through their march, they actually ran into a fleet of Dinghai navy gathering people from all over the country.
The size of the fleet is really quite large. There are dozens of ships, maybe five or six thousand people, right?
Those are all refugees from around Jinan, they should be the people under Wanyan Sala's rule!
Wanyan Sala had long known about Ding Haijun's approach of recruiting people on a large scale. But seeing it with his own eyes and hearing about it are two different things. Seeing the fleet's sails connected with each other, he could not help but feel angry. Not to mention that there was a big bald monk sitting on the bow of the boat, with one foot raised to half the sky. When he saw the team of Shandong Lutong military envoys, he did not get up to salute!
So abominable.
For a moment, Wanyan Salara wanted to send people to stop the fleet, scuttle all the ships, and transfer all the people to Linzi.
But he didn't dare.
The current situation is so chaotic that we really can't add any extraneous issues. Furthermore, I heard people say that the fleet in Guo Ning's hands is not his own, but cobbled together from the hands of many wealthy and senior officials in the capital for business use. This, this, a little impatience will mess up a big plan.
In the end, Wanyan Sala did nothing and urged the army to continue the action.
It's embarrassing to say the least. Wanyan Salara originally had a large number of soldiers and horses, but because of Li Quan's rebellion, he left more than 20,000 people to guard Linzi, Le'an and Binzhou. He also sent a team of people to support Yi. Zhang Lin from the capital. The troops he brought out at this time were only a little over 10,000.
This quantity is actually a bit less. It was a bit difficult to convince Jinan and Dongping, and they had to hope that the Mongolian cavalry would show no mercy when they attacked Huang Laowudian.
The Mongols should take action quickly!
Wanyan Sala pressed the long knife on his waist and stood on a high place to look at his own marching troops. Accompanying him were still Boshulu Changshou and Wanyan Niangu.
In early November, it was already a bleak winter, surrounded by gray-yellow fields.
The icy wind blew against his armor, making a crisp sound of iron pieces hitting each other, and then quickly dispersed in the wind. Wanyan Sala shuddered, and for some unknown reason, he suddenly felt a little strange.
"Do you think the Mongolian army suffered too much loss in the battle with Guo Ning and dared not move? After all, they lost their coach. They must have lost miserably in that battle!" He lowered his voice and asked. A close confidant: "What if the Mongolian army dare not take action..."
Wanyan Niangu said: "No. The Commander-in-Chief, the Qianhu Nayans of Mongolia have to make up for their losses in Laizhou, and after the failure of Tuo Lei in Laizhou, the fourth prince of Mongolia will definitely find an unlucky person to vent his anger on. Cover up the shame of being defeated by the Ding Navy. They will definitely fight this battle."
"But……"
"Why haven't they taken action? They won't break the contract, right?" he asked.
Wanyan Niangu's explanation made sense, and the agreement between the two parties was clear, but the strange feeling in Wanyan Sala's heart was like a bone in his throat, and it became increasingly uncomfortable. He gathered his robe uneasily and asked, "Where are the scouts heading north?"
"I came back half an hour ago and said everything was normal. Counting the time, the next batch will be here soon." Wanyan Niangu replied.
Boshu Lu Changshou took a step forward and pointed into the distance: "Isn't the scout back?"
Just below the sight of the three men, the scout galloped wildly, sweeping across the plain like a puff of smoke.
When he dismounted in front of the high slope, his legs became weak and he fell to his knees.
"Help him up, help him up!" Wanyan Salara shouted impatiently.
The scout was helped up. Before he could stand still, he shouted: "How is it? Has the Mongolian army moved?"
The scout fell to his knees with a pop and said in a trembling voice: "Commander of the Army, the Mongolian army has moved out..."
"well!"
"The Mongolian army, the overwhelming Mongolian army is coming towards us!"
"What?" Wanyan Salara stretched out his hand and picked up the scout: "Say it again?"
The scout was right.
More than thirty miles away from Wanyan Sala's troops, the Mongolian army continued to advance.
Na Yan from each thousand households, to each hundred households, from the bee-like Aljinchi, the war slaves with blood-red eyes, to the Batu'er wearing iron armor, all urged their horses forward amidst the passionate drums. More than seven thousand horses may not sound like a lot, but looking around, you can see horses gathering and scattering like clouds, soldiers armor covering the field, flags as many as shrubs, and the cold light of swords and guns reflecting off the people can hardly open their eyes.
The roaring sound of iron hoofs filled people's ears, making it almost impossible to hear each other's voices.
Tuo Lei rode his horse in front of the army. After escaping from Laizhou, it took him some effort to regain control of the army. The process was so difficult that he lost a lot of weight and his cheekbones became high.
His broken ribs were still hurting, and the constant pain made his lips white and his face blue. But this kind of painful torture made Tuo Lei feel a special pleasure; it was like a reminder or an inspiring goal, which was branded on his bones and made his anger continue to burn.
He loudly said: "The Jin people are cunning and have nothing to talk about with them. Today, I will crush Wanyan Sala and Huang Laowudian! I will use the heads of ten thousand Jurchens to comfort those who died in the battle." Warriors! Use 10,000 cattle and sheep, 10,000 swords and armors to reward your comrades for their meritorious service!"
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