Although the layout in the camp is simple, it is very neat and organized. Feng Dao was sitting behind the case with his eyes closed and his face calm. Combined with his gray beard and hair, he really had the feeling of "immortal spirit".
"Prime Minister Feng, you have to stand up and say something. If this continues, not only will tens of thousands of Han soldiers in the army die in vain under the fortified city, but the soldiers and civilians in Anyang City will inevitably be destroyed together with the city... ." Privy Councilor Li Song looked at Feng Dao who was sitting down and said in a sincere tone.
Unfortunately, there was no response from Feng Dao.
"Are you just going to watch innocent soldiers die?" Li Song's tone was full of anger.
Feng Dao finally opened his eyes, shook his head and said: "The Liao Emperor was already wary of the former dynasty's surrender, and wanted to massacre it from the beginning. As the Central Plains surged and the surrendered soldiers rebelled, he became even more vigilant. At this time, Emperor Liao is extremely violent, and there is no way that surrender ministers like you and I can dissuade him. Speaking rashly will only make him think that we have different aspirations, which will only cause trouble."
Feng Dao's words can be regarded as sincere and honest, and they also have a warning. But Li Song obviously couldn't accept it, and said: "Back in Tokyo, you and Zhao Yanshou protected the subjects in secret, why now-"
"This moment, that moment!" Feng Dao sighed and interrupted him.
"My husband, are you afraid?" Li Song blurted out, a little rude, but he felt regret after saying it.
Feng Dao glanced at Li Song, but he was not angry. His eyes were very calm and he said softly: "Li Gong, now you and I are surrendered to a subjugated country. We have left our homes and families. If we can't protect ourselves, we should not cause trouble again."
"Also, although you and I have been placed in high positions by Emperor Liao, it is not easy for us to communicate privately and follow the truth..."
Feng Dao drove them away, and Li Song didn't have the nerve to stay any longer. Seeing the old fox closing his eyes again, he left helplessly.
After Li Song left the tent, Feng Dao opened his eyes again, with some inexplicable sadness in his expression, and murmured: "If I could persuade him, how could I be stingy with my advice? If they really cared about the lives of Han soldiers, they would speak out on their own. Yes, why come to me..."
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"Your Majesty, those Jin troops just surrendered their troops. They are not of the same mind as the Liao soldiers. But the Yan army soldiers are all loyal men. They followed your Majesty south to destroy Jin. They had no merit but hard work. Such disrespect for the soldiers, Your Majesty How can I bear it..." In the imperial tent, Zhao Yanshou bravely persuaded him passionately.
Since the dream of being emperor was shattered, Zhao Yanshou has been unhappy. As his authority was reduced, Yelu Deguang became distant and almost fell ill.
This time, his old tribe also came to him for help. In fact, if it was a normal attack on the city, even if there were losses, Yan Bing would not complain too much. However, recently, the Khitan people, starting from Yelv Deguang, have shown a very obvious rejection attitude.
When Zhao Yanshou faced the request from his old ministry, he suddenly realized that he still had some prestige. After careful consideration, he decided to ask for Yan Bing's life. There was some expectation in his heart that this was his chance to make a comeback.
Zhao Yanshou understood clearly that military power was the most important, whether in the South or the North. But for him, to be worthy of trust, he must belong to Yan Bing.
Although Zhao Yanshou fell out of favor, his status was still there, and Yelu Deguang treated him with courtesy. Although he was annoyed, he maintained a reserved smile on his face and said calmly: "If Yan Bing is trustworthy and Luzhou was defeated, why did he seek refuge in Hedong and be willing to be used by Liu Zhiyuan?"
"Your Majesty! The defeat of Luzhou was due to the general's inability to unite the battle. What does it have to do with ordinary soldiers? They just wanted to save their lives. How can this person be punished for this crime?" Zhao Yanshou retorted a little angrily: "Since Mrs. Since our ancestors have been fighting in the north and south, are there many examples of Khitan soldiers being defeated and surrendering to the enemy?"
"King Yan, what do you mean?" Before Yelu Deguang could speak, King Yelu Ruan of Yongkang, who was also in the tent, suddenly interrupted Zhao Yanshou and stared at him coldly, as if he had murderous intent.
Seeing this, Zhao Yanshou was horrified and realized that he had "forgot his feelings", so he spoke indiscriminately. Noticing the sinister flash in Yelu Deguang's eyes, he immediately changed his words: "I have no other intentions. It's just that Your Majesty, you have owned the land of Youyan for ten years, and the Yan people are your Majesty's subjects. They pay taxes for you and serve for you." You fought bloody battles... The soldiers' families were also in the Yan region, so how could they betray them lightly? They are different from the Jin soldiers after all!"
Seeing Zhao Yanshou's sincere words, Yelu Deguang showed a serious expression on his face, thought for a moment, stood up and helped him up: "If it weren't for King Yan, I would have almost caused a catastrophe."
After saying that, he walked a few steps in the tent and said in a deep voice: "I have stationed troops under the city for too long!"
"Wuyu!"
"Here!" Upon hearing the call, Yelu Ruan responded immediately.
"Command your troops, attack with all your strength, and defeat this city within half a day!" As he said that, Yelv Deguang's mouth had a grim expression: "I want Anyang, and the city will fall and people will die!"
"Yes!" Yelu Ruan answered simply.
"Then the Liu family's children, haven't there been any movements yet?"
"No."
"Let Baride keep an eye on me. If he dares to come, kill him!"
...
At the top of Anyang City, everything was stained with filth, and the smell of blood was filled with mourning. Behind the female wall, the few guards almost all looked desperate.
Surrender, have surrendered more than once. Even if they put down their weapons, they will face a merciless massacre by the Liao army without any mercy. However, when they release the city to the opponent, the Liao camp will retreat with the money. Back and forth, repeated several times.
"Khitan people, you are so determined to make me wait for death!" Liang Hui sighed, leaning against a wall, very desolately.
At this time, Liang Hui was in a state of embarrassment, his white face was stained with dust, and his armor was stained with knife marks and blood. A pair of eyes, full of bloodshot eyes, looked around, filled with misery, and his mind was filled with regret.
He really regretted it. He watched his soldiers die in front of his eyes. Many of them were old brothers who had followed him for many years and had accumulated strength for many years. They were destroyed in one battle, and he felt very painful in his heart.
"If I had known this, I should have gone to Linli together that day..."
"After staying behind, the enemy troops are coming again!" A primary school commander's frightened voice came from beside him.
When Liang Hui heard this, he cheered up and stood up to look down at the city. This time, the Khitan soldiers and horses were also dispatched. Seeing the densely approaching Liao army, Liang Hui suddenly felt a surge of pride in his heart, and screamed sadly: "Brothers, if the Hu invaders don't want us alive, then That’s why they fought so hard!”
A moment of bloody bravery had some effect, but the huge disparity in power was irreparable. When the Liao army did not want to entangle and really exerted its strength, Anyang City was defeated in one battle.
After all the guards were killed and the city was captured, the Liao army still did not give up. They waved their swords and trampled them with iron hooves, targeting other people in the city.
Soon, amidst the mournful howls, a thick streak of blood spread in Anyang City...
