After Wanyan Xielie dismissed Jin Jun, he just sat there.
He had been seriously injured in a battle with the Song army before, so that he could not command the army and had to return to Kaifeng to recuperate. It's been less than half a month since the injury.
The injury was real, but having to turn back to Kaifeng was fake. Wanyan Xielie was both civil and military, not a rough Jurchen who only knew how to fight. He had thought a lot during these days in Kaifeng City.
He thought about what he saw and heard on the border when he was young, and about his experience of being introduced as a confidant by the former emperor of the Kingdom of Jin in Zhongdu. He thought about how after the coup in Zhongdu, he, the emperor's confidant, was not implicated, but was able to escape safely. The inside story of Kaifeng, and even the words privately confessed by the Recorder named Xu in the Ding Navy at that time.
Because he had been thinking about it, it was not until today that he finally made a decision.
Probably due to the impact of his injury, he felt chills in his body. Others found the hot sun unbearable, but he felt warmed by the sun. However, after being in the sun for a long time, my body felt comfortable, but my forehead was dripping with sweat, and the sweat seeped into my eyes, causing bursts of burning pain. Because he had lost a lot of blood, his mouth was extremely dry.
He wanted to get up and look for water behind him, but when he moved his body a little, he felt a sharp pain from his flank to the lower part of his chest. It was obvious that he had just fought hard, but his injuries had worsened, and the wounds that had healed were torn again.
This is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, it can develop into a life-threatening golden sore. He didn't dare to move anymore and continued to sit, stuffing his fingers in his mouth and whistling a few times.
Conong heard his whistle and ran over to offer him a water bag.
When Wanyan Xielie took the water bag, he bowed his head deeply.
In fact, it doesn’t have to be like this. Wanyan Xielie is a hereditary Meng’an of Bilihai in Fengzhou. This man’s ancestors have been subordinates of Meng’an of Bilihai for several generations. He is the closest person to Wanyan Xielie, just like Wanyan Xielie’s brother. , just like Monk Wanyan Chen.
But at this moment, Na Cong's eyes lost a lot of kindness and looked particularly awe-inspiring.
"You don't understand?" Wanyan asked Xielie.
Na Cong lowered his head. Maybe he wanted to say that Monk Wanyan Chen was still fighting for his life outside the city, or maybe he wanted to say that the two emperors of the Kingdom of Jin had treated Wanyan very kindly, but he hesitated for a long time and said nothing.
Wanyan laughed sideways a few times.
"You don't understand, but you helped me confront the enemy. I remember this loyalty... Go, go and rest."
He retreated from Nile.
Wanyan looked around sideways. On the Huimin River pier not far away, a fire was slowly spreading. Only wooden piles driven into the water were left on a plank road by the river. The wooden boards laid on it started to burn and fell into the water.
On the river, one after another Dinghai navy officers who had escaped from the fire came down the river. But their skin and flesh were burned and soaked in river water, so it would be difficult for them to survive.
About hundreds of soldiers from the Dinghai Navy were on the piers and bridges along the river rescuing the wounded. Looking at the serious and unusual expressions on their faces, it was obvious that they understood this.
This fire did severely damage Ding Haijun and gave him a chance to reverse the situation. Unexpectedly, the subordinates of Aotun Ulibu and Wanyan Apai were not up to par.
Wanyan raised his eyes slightly and saw that the soldiers and horses under the command of the two captains were all running away. Most of them had already discarded their armor and got into the buildings and streets of the city, and they could no longer even see their shadows. There were hundreds of people left, squatting in place, waiting for Ding Haijun to come up and take over.
Wanyan Xielie led more than a dozen people to kill two captains, frightened away seven thousand people, and forced hundreds of people to surrender. When word of this deed spread, it was so majestic that anyone who heard it would be shocked. I want to praise you for your boldness.
Not to mention anything else, when Wanyan Xielie took action, if seven thousand people swarmed up, they could easily kill Wanyan Xielie and avenge their leader.
But they didn't.
The two captains who had high hopes from the Kaifeng court had no fighting spirit left at the moment they died.
Wanyan Xielie knew that this trip was not particularly risky.
Since the founding of the Kaifeng imperial court, the people of Henan have broken down their fields and houses, married their wives, and exhausted their energy and brains to support the army. They have become elite soldiers for the marshals and captains inside and outside the Kaifeng imperial court. Especially among the thirteen captains, most of them were carefully selected from the Jurchens.
But Wanyan Xielie was old in the army, and he knew from the beginning that such a huge force had exceeded the limit that the people on Nanjing Road could afford, and also exceeded the limit of the number of Jurchens.
To be honest, with the isolation of the northeastern hinterland from the Central Plains, and the subsequent dispersal of Meng'an Muke, which was reestablished by Anzhen in Hebei, most of the nearly one million Jurchens under the Kaifeng court were accustomed to For the weak people living in the Han family, the imperial court simply could not muster hundreds of thousands of Jurchens who could fight. Therefore, among the thirteen captains, the Jianwei Captain Aotun Orib and the Shangkou Captain Wanyan Apai were really just a handful. The only reason why they were not transferred to fight in the south is that Their troops cannot fight.
This was one of the reasons why Wanyan Xielie dared to attack and kill people, shocking the seven thousand people.
The reason why Wanyan Xielie decided to betray the Kaifeng imperial court was also related to this.
Ding Haijun raised his troops this time, marched very fast, and quickly approached Kaifeng. However, during the entire approach, they fought every battle that should and should not be fought.
Wanyan Xielie was originally confused, thinking that Guo Ning was too proud and wasting too much of Ding Haijun's troops? Soon he saw the battle reports flying in like flakes, and figured it out: Guo Ning's purpose was to consume, and he was about to force the troops of the Kaifeng imperial court to fight, and in these battles, he wanted to completely defeat him. Exhausting the potential of the Jurchens!
This situation made Wanyan Xianlie feel very bad.
In the past few years, he traveled thousands of miles from the north to the south, constantly trying to display his talents. However, although he seemed to have used his talents to some extent, he could not stop the decline of the Jin Kingdom, so he could not relieve the pressure on his own soul. .
For hundreds of years, when a country prospers, another will perish, and when a clan prospers, a clan will decline. This has always been the rule of the Hu people in the north. And every powerful clan that rises will do its best to weaken the losers. Putting aside everything else, how many Khitans have been killed in battles along the northern border trench in the past hundred years?
The blood shed by the Khitans was enough to fill the Yellow River!
Wanyan Xielie was a hereditary Meng'an with real power in Fengzhou. From this point of view, he understood better than anyone else that since the rise of Mongolia, the Jin army's many attacks into the depths of the grassland ended in losing troops and generals, but the border generals I don’t care at all, because the people who died were Khitans, Hans, and Bohai people anyway!
Wanyan Xielie himself had participated in this kind of command many times, and his hands were stained with the blood of the Khitans.
Then, it is very reasonable for the Han people to start the same operation after overwhelming the Jurchens.
Just like Guo Ning is doing now. He led Ding Haijun to fight all the way, treating the battlefield as a millstone, and those Jurchens with courage and backbone as millstones to be ground!
It is roughly estimated that more than 30,000 Jurchen soldiers and horses were killed in the battle. If the battle at Lincai Pass continues, another 20,000 people will be killed or injured in this one battle. There are one million Jurchens in the Central Plains, and there are no less than 300,000 strong men. Just looking at the number of casualties, they will not be wiped out.
However, if all the people with strong character and courage to fight die, the Jurchens' spines will be broken, and they will no longer be tenacious and brave! The remaining people have no courage and can only survive. Millions of people are scattered across the vast Central Plains, surrounded by tens of millions of people...
A year or two is fine, but what about ten years from now? What about twenty years from now? Are there still Jurchens in this world?
Don't talk about the Huli Gai people in the northeastern mainland. They are close relatives of the Jurchens, but they are not Jurchens! If the real Jurchens become extinct, and the Huli Gai people or the savages from the depths of the white mountains and black waters replace the name of the Jurchens, how is that possible?
Therefore, we must find a way to speed up this war. If the Jurchens lose, they will lose, it doesn't matter. With the growing momentum of the Ding Navy, the Kaifeng court held on this time, but sooner or later it would not be able to hold on the next time.
The key is that the vitality of the Jurchens must be preserved.
Regardless of surrendering, betraying, or living under humiliation, even if the Kingdom of Jin cannot be revived, at least it must continue to exist as part of the new dynasty like the Khitans.
Unfortunately, during this trip south, Wanyan Xielie hid his true purpose throughout the entire journey, and even his younger brother, monk Wanyan Chen, did not reveal anything about it. And Monk Wanyan Chen has an unusually loyal and courageous temperament...
That's all, that's all, living in this kind of world, you have to pay a price for everything you do!
Thinking of this, Wanyan lowered his head deeply and buried his head between his knees. After a long time, he calmed down and told himself repeatedly that I had done nothing wrong and that everything was inevitable.
Meng Cong, who had been sent away by him, suddenly ran back and whispered: "Captain, get up quickly, Duke Zhou is here!"
When Wanyan Xielie was in Zhongdu, he had private and unknown communication with the Records Department, but due to his low status, he could not reach Zhou Guogong Guo Ning himself.
When he heard that Guo Ning had arrived, he was startled and stood up quickly.
Halfway through straightening his waist, the pain in the injury was severe again. He couldn't help but stumble. When he was about to fall back to his original position, someone held his elbow.
"I heard that thousands of people were killed in the inner city. I thought I was going to fight hard at Nanxun Gate, but I never thought that they would all escape halfway? If I had known this, I should have continued to the direction of Zhuque Gate to look for traces of Li Ting."
Guo Ning's hand was very steady, and he was joking while helping Wanyan Xielie slowly sit down.
Wanyan Xielie was a little flattered and said quickly: "No need to look for it, no need to look for it, just now I heard loud killing sounds in the Zhuque Gate area. If the Duke's subordinates are still there, they must have rushed into the inner city!"
"oh?"
Guo Ning was overjoyed. He let go of his hand and Wanyan slammed back to the ground. The pain caused his eyes to turn black and he groaned.
When he looked up again, Guo Ning had already mounted his horse and was about to leave with his men. After riding the horse for a few feet, he circled back and said, "The war outside the city is coming to an end. Your younger brother is riding the horse back and forth, which is quite majestic."
Wanyan Xielie's eyes went dark again, and he said with sweat dripping down his face: "Please forgive me, Lord, and spare his life!"
As soon as the words came out, Guo Ning was already far away.
