As the horse's back rose and fell, Guo Ning's golden sword swayed at Li Ting's waist, and the scabbard slapped the skirt armor from time to time, making a soft banging sound.
The cavalry guards surrounding Li Ting would secretly glance at the golden sword while riding their horses, showing awe or envy.
Everyone knows that Guo Ning uses the Iron Bone Flower as his weapon every day and uses this golden sword to represent his authority.
Since he started his army, every time he granted a golden sword to his generals, he also granted him the full power of life and death. This was naturally a great honor for his generals.
Li Ting himself certainly understands this better. He remembered that Monk Luo had sent troops to Zhongdu twice, holding Guo Ning's golden sword, with the intention of calming down the chaos with his authority.
And Li Ting himself was awarded the golden sword twice, with the same meaning, that is, to let him kill people. This is really something Li Ting is very good at. Guo Ning can think of Li Ting every time at the right time, which can be regarded as a good employer.
With his status reaching Li Ting's level, as long as he wanted to, he could slowly give himself the bright halo of the founding general. At least he wouldn't have to worry about being used as a knife to do dirty work or the most vicious butcher by future generations.
But Li Ting never thought about it that way. He is a local ruffian, he has seen many dirty tricks, and he is very murderous.
He occasionally recalled the Jurchens in Zhongdu who regarded Han'er as dogs and pigs, and the Jurchens in the border areas who used Han'er's life as a stepping stone. He felt that no matter how much he killed, no matter how cruel his methods were, there would be no problem.
This is tit for tat, which is the most comforting thing. The purpose of this trip is also the same, what should be done must be done.
After Guo Liulang took control of Shandong, he was not harsh on the Jurchens. When he took control of Liaodong, the number of Jurchens in the army, including wild Jurchens and Huli Gai, had been rising, and he never decided whether the navy punished them or not. Harsh, all the same as Han'er.
However, some Jurchens are not satisfied with this, especially those in Zhongdu, Hebei and other places who have enjoyed the benefits of the Jin Dynasty's farmland and land, and are accustomed to being masters. In the past year or so, they have gone crazy They fled, and then gathered in Kaifeng, trying to make enemies of the Ding navy regime.
These people deserve to die. At least the leading ones among these people deserve to die, and must die. Ding Haijun will never leave them the slightest chance, and will never allow them to rely on the influence of the Song people in the Southern Dynasties to cause any more trouble to Ding Haijun.
Li Ting's eyes gradually turned cold under the excitement. After receiving the order from Guo Ning, he had arranged for a group of people who were brave enough and smart enough to take action, asking them to find the residence of the Jurchen's high-ranking official in the shortest possible time after breaking into Kaifeng, so as to The massacre began as quickly as possible.
Guo Ning didn't mention the rules of the massacre, but Li Ting planned to follow the rules on the grassland. Those who were taller than the wheel, regardless of gender, would be killed... just like a moth removes weeds!
Only when these people are completely dead can the Jurchens take another path; or, there can be no more Jurchens, but only Han people.
Li Ting felt that he could accept any of the two paths the Jurchens chose to take. Whether the Jurchens are happy or not is not important.
As for the Song people... that's even less important. Li Ting has never been too lazy to do business to make money, let alone take a half-hearted look at those maritime merchants from the Southern Dynasties, let alone these sneaky Song people in front of him?
Since he is holding the golden sword awarded by Guo Ning, Li Ting does not have to have any scruples in his actions! The cavalry at the front shouted loudly: "Commander Jie, the Song army is forming formation outside Nanxun Gate! They want to block us!" Li Ting had already seen it clearly.
This Song army was quite extraordinary. They were marching in a hurry and had not formed a complete formation. Therefore, the formations of spearmen and shieldmen blocking the city gate were only two or three layers, and there were even fewer armored soldiers and archers.
However, they relied on the clever interweaving of formations to create layered postures in a short period of time.
A more cautious general might have reined in his horse and watched the Song people's movements before deciding on the next move.
But Li Ting has been fighting hard for half his life, so why would he hesitate?
"The whole army moves forward! Crash over! Crash into Kaifeng City!" Li Ting shouted at the top of his lungs, shouted a few times, and added: "Anyone who blocks the road will be killed without mercy!" Following this order, a large group of cavalry came in front of him and behind him. At the same time, he pointed his sword and gun forward, and the already galloping horse accelerated again.
Thousands of cavalry, at least half of them wearing iron armor, their running queues were extremely dense, like moving mountains, and the impact contained in them was unparalleled!
In the ranks of the Song army, Meng Gong, who was directing the maneuvers, heard the wild shouts of his own scout cavalry and found that the faces of his companions all turned pale.
He suddenly turned around and suddenly saw the navy cavalry rolling in regardless, and his expression changed. In order to control Kaifeng as soon as possible, the Song army formed a long queue of more than 10,000 people. At this time, the front team of more than 3,000 people were rushing into the city, and the rear team had not yet arrived.
According to previous expectations, once we enter Kaifeng, Ding Haijun will rush to mobilize troops to seize the city, but who knew they would come so fast and so violently?
Now, with only the Chinese army's manpower, can it withstand the Dinghai navy's tiger and wolf divisions? Disaster! too difficult! These Dinghai troops and cavalry in front of them are all gods of death, hungry ghosts crawling out of hell.
Only by truly facing them can you feel how terrifying these people are! Although the Mongolian Communists are young, they are very good at judging the situation.
He saw Ding Haijun's fierce and unusual momentum, clearly showing a fighting attitude and going all out, so he suddenly understood: Ding Haijun had never let up his guard against the Song army, and this Li Ting did not let up at all because of both sides. He was ruthless in forming an alliance, and he had already regarded the Song Dynasty's army as his enemy!
Once such murderous cavalry enter the formation, there will be no attrition or confrontation between the two armies. The Song army will definitely suffer heavy losses. Thousands of soldiers and horses may die in pain, or they may collapse in despair!
Is it worth paying such a price to ensure that Kaifeng City continues to fall into the hands of the Jurchens? If it's worth it, how to deal with it?
Many thoughts ran through Meng Cong's mind, but he couldn't figure anything out. He was about to fight to the death and blocked the cavalry at the city gate. Suddenly, he heard dozens or hundreds of people who had entered the city early in the city gate shouting in unison: "Grandpa Zhao has an order, all troops get out of the way, get out of the way! Don't do it!" Stop it!" The military has its own set of rules for delivering orders.
The system of the Song Army was particularly rigorous, almost to the point of being cumbersome. Under normal circumstances, how could it be possible to issue an order like this?
But at this time, the Meng Communist Party did not care about pursuing the case, and immediately shouted: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" On the road leading to Xunmen in the south of Kaifeng City, the Song army retreated like waves, retreating layer by layer, determined by the navy's The cavalry were like tigers and wolves, charging rampantly on the road without slowing down at all.
In the blink of an eye, like an iron dragon running over countless ants, it rushed into the Nanxun Gate. The ground trembled for a long time, smoke and dust rose up, covering the sky and the sun. There seemed to be blood stains on the ground. It was unknown which group of Song Army soldiers were unable to dodge and were hit or rubbed by the cavalry.
Someone must have been injured, but no one dared to make a sound to obstruct Ding Haijun's progress. We are also elite soldiers and heroes of the Song Dynasty!
We also fought all the way to Kaifeng City! As a result, when he collided with the tigers and wolves of Ding Haijun, was his strength and weakness so clear?
Meng Cong held his waist knife tightly and stood up from the dry ditch beside the road. He stared at the iron dragon that continued to march, looking at the cavalry showing off one after another, and one team after another breathed heavily. The soldier's steps were also extremely heavy, and his hands began to tremble.
At the front of the Song army's column, within Nanxun Gate and a few miles away from Fengyi Gate, Zhao Fang, who was forced to issue a retreat order, looked even more pale.
Ding Haijun was so arrogant, but Zhao Fang had no choice. Because he knew very well that Mr. Shi would never accept a fight with Ding Haijun.
No matter how many plans Mr. Shi made and how firm his determination was, he was not someone who dared to challenge a powerful enemy.
Therefore, Zhao Fang could only retreat. The Dinghai navy cavalry rushed forward quickly, and the infantry immediately rushed into the city. Even if they rushed straight to Zhao Fang's commander's flag, they would not stop.
Zhao Fang had no choice but to call his subordinates to get close to him, and kept walking back with the flag wrapped around him. He barely stopped until his back hit a pile of rubble on the side of the road.
It's so embarrassing! This is not the face of me, Mr. Zhao, but the face of Da Song Dynasty! He sighed heavily, and when he was about to explain a few words to Xuan Zhen, he saw Hou Zhi, who was kneeling in the middle of the road, now standing calmly on the roadside with his hands in his sleeves.
For the past ten days or so, those who had been in confidential contact with Zhao Fang were Tian Zhuo and Hou Zhi, two important ministers involved in politics in the Kaifeng court.
These two people were both Han'er. When negotiating with Zhao Fang, they did not show the usual arrogance of the Jurchens, and could even be said to be extremely humble.
Previously, Zhao Fang naturally used various methods to confirm that the Kaifeng court wanted to rely on the power of the Song Dynasty to survive in death.
Just now Hou Zhi bowed down in the road, showing even more sincerity. Zhao Fang thought for a while and said to Hou Zhi: "Ahem, Mr. Hou, even though Zhou Guogong's men have entered the city, there is nothing we can do. Please lead the way. We can't go through Fengyi Gate and turn to other roads to rush to the inner city. As long as Your Majesty the Emperor, the palace, the government offices, and other places have been saved, and there will still be..." At this point, Zhao Fang frowned and asked, "Mr. Hou, are you listening?" Hou Zhi grinned. .
He was a Confucian official, and his smile was gentle and elegant, not as rough as the Jurchen nobles. However, Zhao Fang looked at his smile and felt chilled to the bone even though he was under the sun.
"Mr. Hou, why are you laughing?" he asked sharply, raising his voice.
"There is really no need to stop them." Hou Zhi's face showed a look of ridicule: "We are about to ask them to go deep into the city."
"What does this mean? Don't forget, it was you who begged our army to station in Kaifeng before!" Hou Zhi
