Northwest of Yanjing, on the north bank of the Gaoliang River, on a high ground, the Mongolian king Baitaer immediately looked into the distance.
The river is fast and rolling eastward. To the south is the endless Youyan Plain, and to the west and north are mountains. It is the end of Shenshi, the sun is not so hot anymore, and the breeze is pleasant.
"This weather is so damn hot!"
Badar wiped the sweat from his forehead and cursed bitterly.
As one of the Mongolian sect kings, Badar was also brave and good at fighting. He participated in the Mongolian army's Western Expedition and the attack on Xixia. However, the last time the Mongolian army went south, he was stationed in Mobei and did not participate.
"Prince Badar, please bear with me! It will be fine once you enter the city!"
Zhenhai, the head of Zhongshu Province, persuaded the arrogant prince of Mongolia.
"Hold on! If the Great Khan hadn't listened to you and insisted on growing any kind of grain and collecting some bullshit tax, why would I have come to this bullshit Yanjing City in the hot weather?"
Badar said coldly, no matter whether it was Zhenhai or Lianhe Zhongshan, they didn't dare to say anything.
This Mongolian prince has a bad temper, and his father is arrogant and partial. Anyone who offends him will be left with nothing to eat.
"Lianhe Zhongshan, you read a lot. There was a big battle here back then, and the Song army was beaten to pieces, right?"
Baitaer glanced at him and asked the silent Nian Zhongshan.
Yelu Chucai and Nianhe Chongshan were responsible for the civil affairs and taxation of Lianghe and Shandong. Both of them were generals of the Jin Kingdom. They had splendid articles and were certainly no strangers to history.
"Prince Badar, you are talking about the Battle of Gaoliang River. Emperor Taizong of the Song Dynasty personally led an army of hundreds of thousands to besiege Youzhou. He was beaten to pieces by the Liao Dynasty. Hundreds of thousands of Song troops were wiped out. Song Taizong found a donkey He fled back in the car."
Lian Zhongshan's words made Badar nodded with satisfaction and said something spontaneously.
"If the Song army invades, we will definitely kill him until he bleeds like a river, and even the donkey cart cannot be found!"
"What Prince Badar said is true! As long as the Song army dares to come, they will be killed until they are pissed off, and it will be too late to regret!"
Qianhu on the side quickly complimented Badar.
Badar laughed heartily and was very satisfied. He looked to the east, pointed forward, and said in surprise:
"Is that because the oral temperature is not good? Why did he come in person? This guy!"
Ye quickly took a look, and sure enough, dust was flying in the east, and a group of people and horses were heading west, with flags flying, which seemed to be the flag of the Mongolian King Kou Wenbuhua.
Baidaer rode his horse down the high slope and moved forward. Zhenhai, Nianhe Zhongshan and others followed closely.
The cavalry who came to greet him stopped one after another and stepped forward to greet Badar without hesitation.
"Badar, what brought you here? Long time no see!"
"You are so warm-hearted, so I asked you to go out of the city to pick me up on a hot day. I feel really bad!"
Badar laughed and urged his horse forward, and the two brothers hugged on the horse.
"Baider, it's not cool yet, why did you come to Yanjing? Is there something important?"
The two men urged their horses forward, and the crowd followed behind them, with fine cavalry surrounding them from front to back and left to right.
"It's nothing important. The Song Army's Northern Expedition is making a fuss. The Great Khan sent me to take a look at the city defenses in Lianghe. I also went to Liaodong to mobilize the troops of the King of Liao to garrison Yanjing City."
Badar looked around and lowered his voice.
"What are you doing with them? Do you mean that I still can't defend Yanjing City?"
He felt uncomfortable in his mouth and said directly.
Yanjing City has 30,000 elite soldiers. Could it be that they still cannot deal with the invading Song army?
"If you don't talk warmly, call Yelv Xue Zhen's soldiers and horses to come over, to make sure nothing goes wrong! At that time, there will be reinforcements from Temutai, Shi Tianze, Zhang Hongyan, etc., just to defeat the Song army. On the grassland Warrior, the fewer deaths the better.”
Badar spoke in a low voice, with a warm tone that did not bother him to understand.
"That's fine! Yelvxue's soldiers and horses defend the city, and the field battle is still our Mongolian cavalry's business!"
After saying that, Kouwen Buhua laughed to himself.
King Yelu Xue of Liao had one hundred thousand troops and horses, which were more than enough to defend the city. But in the field battle with the Song army, he and his Mongolian cavalry were really not afraid.
"Your mouth is warm, so be careful! I heard from Brother Meng and Kuo Chu that Song Jun is a bit difficult to deal with, so don't be careless."
Kuo Chu and Brother Meng went to the Song Dynasty. After they came back, they were a little depressed and fearful of the strength of the Song army. Although Badar is domineering and arrogant, fierce battles on the battlefield are no small matter, and he is also vigilant.
Kou Wenbuhua nodded and continued to ask:
"Here in Yanjing, troops and horses from Dongliao are being mobilized. Are there any reinforcements in Taiyuan, Hedong?"
Taiyuan is currently guarded by Meng Ge and Liu Heima, along with 30,000 Han troops and more than 10,000 Mongolian cavalry. Yanjing in Hebei Province was a warm-hearted man, with 20,000 Han troops and 10,000 Mongolian cavalry under his command. The younger generation of Mongolian nobles has begun to take over the military power of Mongolia.
"Over at Taiyuan, Baal Shu may be sent here, and some troops from the Western Regions may be brought in. This time, the Great Khan will be in a big battle!"
While Badar and Kouwen were talking, several carriages arrived.
"Princes, please get on the carriage!"
Adhesion Chongshan came up immediately and said respectfully.
"carriage?"
Badar was stunned and blurted out.
"Why take a carriage?"
"Prince Badar, in the past six months, there have been a lot of assassinations in Lianghe. Even Zhang Rou, a member of the Han army, was killed. The two princes Jingui, it is better not to take risks, just in case."
Adhesive Heavy Mountain said bravely.
"There are so many Mongolian warriors, what should I be afraid of? I won't sit down!"
Badar flatly refused.
"Prince Badar, Prince Wenwuhua, the weapons of the Song Army are ferocious, especially the sky-shaking thunder. When they hit each other, they will be bloody and bloody. It is very scary! This was arranged by Xianggong Yelu personally, just in case."
Zhenhai had no choice but to persuade him.
"This Wutu Saheli is so careful!"
Badar rolled his eyes and suddenly said:
"This way, Lianhe Zhongshan, you and Zhenhai will ride in the carriage, Kou Wenfu and I will change our clothes with the guards. That's all right!"
He wanted to see if the bandits in Lianghe were really so lawless.
In the evening, hundreds of elite cavalry escorts, with several carriages among them, headed east along the street.
The city has long been under martial law, and pedestrians have fled to the streets. The Mongolian troops armed with guns and knives guard the entire streets and alleys. The wind blows.
Although it was almost dusk, the sun was still shining brightly, and a long line of cars and horses moved forward, meandering to the crossroads.
Suddenly, from several shops along the road, smoking thunderbolts were thrown out one by one, and they landed on and around the carriage.
"Shaking thunder!"
The Mongolian guards were all shocked. The sharp-eyed cavalry jumped off their horses one after another, and together with many guards beside the road, they lay on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, and their faces were in close contact with the ground.
The explosion of "Tongtong" sounded like thunder, the horses screamed, and the smoke billowed. The sedan was torn apart, the smoke billowed, and everything was shrouded in a cloud of dust.
Thunders continued to shake the sky, and they fell into the crowd of cavalry on the street one after another. Explosions continued. The Mongolian cavalry on the street were blown to pieces with their flesh and blood flying everywhere. The ground was stained with blood. The horses were killed or injured. The frightened unmanned horses were walking along the street. The running around only added to the commotion.
But some of the Mongolian soldiers were surprised and reacted. Some of them protected the carriage, and some of them rushed into the shop where Zhentian Lei was flying out. They killed everyone they saw, with arrows flying, and they fought with the men who rushed out. Together, blood flowed to the ground, and instantly there was a separation between yin and yang.
Finally, a not fierce battle ended, and the streets returned to calm. As the sun set, blazing torches illuminated the streets.
On the street, surrounded by troops, led by the Yanjing garrison Wen Buhua, followed by Lianghe Civil Affairs Officers Yelu Chucai and Chen Shike, all of them looked ugly.
Looking at the rows of bloody corpses on the street, Kou Wenbu Hua's eyes were cold and stern, and he asked sternly.
"Who is the assassin? Have you found out?"
Assassinated in the street, Mongolian prince Baidar injured Chi Yu, and Zhenhai, the chief of Zhongshu Province, was killed by a bomb. Such a shocking tragedy happened, it seems like this.
"We captured a few prisoners, and after interrogation, we found out that it was people from the "Xingzhonghui" who did it. We have sent people to arrest them. I believe there will be news soon."
Yesu whispered back, looking at the corpse on the ground with fear.
These assassins were so frantic that if they hadn't changed their costumes, Badar would have been a corpse at this time.
"Send the order, and the entire Yanjing City will be investigated. The remnants of the bullshit "Xingzhonghui" must be captured and brought to justice. Anyone who dares to obstruct the investigation will be killed!"
He Wenbuhua ordered angrily and led the sergeant away. The firelight shone on his face, flickering brightly and dimly.
Yelu Chucai frowned secretly and shook his head slightly.
After this investigation, the "Xingzhonghui" is definitely over. However, the Mongolian army's massive looting in the city must have caused a lot of confusion and resentment among the people. I don't know how many troubles will arise by then.
"Fortunately, Bai'er was lucky and was only slightly injured. However, Zhenhai was not so lucky. Adhesion Zhongshan was seriously injured again... These guys are all desperadoes!"
Chen Shike's heart was full of mixed emotions.
The members of the "Xingzhonghui" are all survivors of the Jin Dynasty. He and Yelu Chucai were both former ministers of the Jin Kingdom. The Jin Kingdom treated the people badly, but did not treat them badly. The taste of this is hard to describe in words.
"Baita'er is very lucky, but it's a pity that Zhenhai is here. But after such a commotion, Baitaer probably doesn't want to stay any longer."
Yelu Chucai felt uneasy. Rumors of the Song Army's Northern Expedition were flying all over the sky, and people in Yanjing were panicked. The Song Army did not know when it would go north, and it was hoped that the Mongolian reinforcements would arrive soon.
"Mr. Yelu, if Yanjing City is in chaos, reinforcements may arrive earlier, which is not a bad thing!"
"When the reinforcements from King Liao and Temutai arrive, Yanjing's army of hundreds of thousands will be much safer."
Yelu Chucai said softly, feeling relieved a little.
The Mongolian army reinforced it, and with the impregnable strength of Yanjing City, it would not be easy for the Song army to defeat it.
Early the next morning, many heads were hung on the south gate of Yanjing. They were hideous and terrifying, numbering in the hundreds, causing the Yanjing scholars and people passing by to point and whisper.
Song Shiren was among the watching crowd and watched carefully. Among the hanging heads, there was a young face that was familiar to him.
Song Shiren felt uncomfortable and quickly lowered his head and followed the pedestrians away to prevent tears from falling.
He only killed an insignificant Zhenhai, but sacrificed his capable subordinate Zhang Yaozu.
He really regrets now, whether he should have stopped that assassination or whether Zhang Yaozu would have escaped.
Northern Expedition, come quickly!
