The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 300

The entire Jurchen mission was wiped out and died the day before the departure. A bitter chill enveloped the entire city of Shangjing. Everyone knew that the Jurchen's crazy revenge was coming.

The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 352 When the country is subjugated, people are not as good as dogs

When the Jurchen soldiers approached the city, they didn't care about punishing these young Khitan generals. Instead, they needed to be promoted to encourage the Khitan people's will to resist.

For a while, these dozen or so people were very hot, and Gao Gan and the others were also on the rise.

Staying behind in Shangjing, Tartbu was not wild, standing on top of the tall city tower, with a look of color on his face.

He did not participate in Yelu Yanxi's personal conquest. Regarding the defeat of the 70 army, Ta Buye believed that it was purely because the emperor was an idiot.

70 to [-], even spitting, can drown the other party, at least it can be disgusting to death.

In the Battle of Tokyo, more than fifty prefectures fell, and it was fought by the people of Bohai, so it has nothing to do with the Jurchen Tartars.

With this in mind, Tat Buye climbed up the tower with arrogance, wanting to give the Jurchens who have been in the limelight recently a blow to the head.

The Khitan warriors couldn't take off their clothes, sleeping on their pillows, waiting in full battle for the Jurchen's siege.

In the gray sky, the dark clouds piled up more and more thickly, the sky gradually darkened, and the snowflakes were still falling down.

Looking down from the top of the city, the Jurchen army and horse camps in the snow field can be seen clearly at a glance.

Most of the soldiers at the top of the city had heard of the ferocity of the Jurchen Tartars. Everyone was wearing armor and holding soldiers, looking nervously at the Jurchen army camp.

Everyone stood on the battlefield, the knuckles holding the weapons were a little white, and there was occasional movement in the quiet city, and the soldiers swallowed a mouthful of cold saliva nervously.

Every thirty steps on the city wall, a fire was lit, and an iron pot as large as a millstone was hung on it. The golden juice inside was already boiling, and it gave off an unpleasant smell.The so-called "golden juice" is not gold boiled into water.

Boiled feces and urine, well-known as "golden juice", were often used for city defense in ancient times. It can not only scald and kill enemies, but also the feces are dirty and the wounds are rotten, making it difficult to heal.The boiled "golden juice" is more likely to make the skin fester, accelerate the speed of germs entering the human body, and accelerate the death of the enemy. It can be described as the earliest biochemical weapon.

Moreover, this thing is high-quality and cheap, and it is a "notorious" biochemical cannon when combined with a catapult. The hot and smelly "boiling water golden juice" not only responds to the enemy, but also scalds and infects the enemy. It is a must-have magic weapon for defending the city.

Under the city wall, the generals shouted loudly, urging the auxiliary soldiers to bring up more rolling wood, stone and arrow clusters.

A group of archers took out the bowstrings and crossbowstrings coated with grease from the bag, carefully wiped off the grease, hung them on the bow arms and crossbow arms, and adjusted the string force silently.Then line up, go to the iron pot, and dip the arrowhead in golden juice.

Ta Buye strolled on the tower, seeing the soldiers under his command, silent and tense, everyone tensed up.

"Haha, the Jurchen Tartars have nothing to fear. Since ancient times, people like to brag about how brave the enemy is when they lose a battle. From my point of view, they are all cowards trying to hide their shame. They say that the Jurchens can fight, I Tart is not wild but I don't believe it, just these short winter melons, lying on the ground and standing on the same height, what can they do.

You have never been out of Shangjing, and you have never seen anything in the world. When I went to the Jurchen tribe to pass an edict, which woman I wanted to sleep with, their men watched from behind, and they didn't dare to fart.

What kind of ability can this kind of inferior goods have to break through the capital city that I am fighting with iron?Pooh!Daydreaming his mother. "

When he said this, the tense and oppressive atmosphere at the top of the city was relieved, and several soldiers couldn't help laughing.

Although Tart Buye seems relaxed, in fact he has been scolding his mother in his heart, the bastards in the capital, who agreed to replenish the soldiers, have not even seen a feather.

A dozen or so little bastards just killed a group of sleeping Jurchen missions, and they were hoisted to the sky. The soldiers who guarded the city for the country couldn't even eat enough for their mothers.

Suddenly, a desolate horn sounded, and groups of Jurchen knights rushed out from the opposite camp, rolling up snow and dust, galloping back and forth at the edge of the bow and crossbow range of the city fortress.

Immediately, all the Jurchen knights yelled loudly, laughed, cursed and whistled towards the direction of the tower, and made a full-fledged gesture of showing off their might. It seemed that they knew what psychological warfare was.

The more they were like this, the more confident they seemed to be, and they didn't take the Khitan people in the city seriously. Sure enough, the Khitan soldiers who had just eased up became nervous again.

The bows and arrows in the hands of many people were issued without the order to shoot arrows, which did not hurt the Jurchen at all, but in exchange for another wave of ridicule.

Then several horns sounded in the Jurchen camp, and the Jurchen knights who had just come out gradually closed their mounts and opened them to both sides.

The sound of people shouting and neighing stopped for a while, and then the rustling of people stepping on the snow sounded again. This kind of sound gathered together, and there must be thousands of people to make this sound.

Sure enough, in the line of sight, nearly ten thousand Khitan students who had been kidnapped by the Jurchen Tartars, wearing ragged clothes, were pushing rough-made carts on the snowy ground.

Behind the row of cars, there were dozens of long ladders carried by a group of raw prisoners.

The Jurchens are not the Song army, and they can't make good ladders at all, and even these long ladders are not worthy of being called ladders.

They have neither a weighted base nor the uppermost stack hook, let alone those high-end goods that have a base that can be pushed, and there are hangers on it that can carry more than ten soldiers straight to the top of the city.

Behind these simple and rough siege equipment, there are dark crowds, most of them are blue and white from the cold, and their expressions are numb.The weapons in their hands are all hastily chopped pointed wooden sticks.

These captives consisted of men and women, old and young, and they were all Khitans from villages near Shangjing.They struggled forward on the snowy ground, and many people's bare feet were frozen and cracked, leaving shocking bloodstains. Every step was a gap between life and death.

The inhuman Jurchen knights galloped back and forth on both sides of the horse, shouting loudly, and urging the brigade of students to move forward with whips that smashed their heads and covered their faces.The cold and blood-stained horsewhip swished loudly, beating these raw people mercilessly.

No one blocked and escaped, but just endured numbly, moving forward step by step.In the dark team of nearly [-] cannon fodder, not even a single cry and cry could be heard.

Every ferocious barbarian has a similar cannon fodder team, just like the son-in-law composed of Haner in the Western Xia formation.

It's just that this group of people is worse than the "hit sons". The Jurchens don't care about their lives at all, as long as these people push the siege equipment to the bottom of the city and consume the rolling stones, wood and gold of the defenders on the city juice.

The Khitans wanted to block the attacks of this group of people, so they could only shoot and pour their own bows and arrows, stones and golden juice at the heads of their own people.

These students are all from outside the capital, and the Khitan soldiers and horses guarding the city know that there may be relatives of their own here.

Even in troubled times, fighting and fighting to the death all day long is more about soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals.

Driven to the place of death, and treated like a big scene like pigs and dogs, only the Jurchens can do it.

The tower is not wild, and the scalp is numb. These numb compatriots, who are like corpses, will consume the defense weapons they carefully prepared for the Jurchen Tartars.

"Fucking Tartar, it's so inhuman." After spitting, Ta Buye drew his sword and ordered that no golden juice be used, only bows and arrows were used to kill these creatures.

The Jurchens' horns sounded again, and Tan Buye's face changed from impatience to madness, and he shouted: "Fucking never ends!"

This time, more Jurchen army horses came out, and these Jurchen army horses were different from the light cavalry in front. Everyone wore heavy armor, horses wrapped in felt, and hard bows and long soldiers. Teams of Jurchen army horses poured out like a torrent. .

In the end, there are armored cavalry with men in heavy armor and horses covered with horse armor. There are hundreds of cavalry in a large area gleaming with cold light.

These heavy cavalry surrounded a tall black flag, and under the flag was the Jurchen general Wanyan, who was besieging the city.

Wanyan's mother is Aguda's half-brother, who is brave and good at fighting, and advances in every battle.

Gao Yongchang in Bohai was wiped out by him. In the history of later generations, this dog thief tortured and killed many Song emperors. "Jinluo died in Duo'ang Muzhai on October 26th." The cold stroke in the history books is the story of a vivid girl princess Ande Diji Zhao Jinluo who was tortured to death in less than a month.

Slowly, the students approached the city wall of Shangjing, waving the command flag wildly, but saw the soldiers looking at each other, their hands and feet trembling.

The bows and arrows in their hands dare not shoot at the crowd below, who knows if there are their own parents, wives and children inside.

Wanyan's mother smiled cruelly, pointing at the battlefield in front of her with a horsewhip, and said with a smile: "The second great king is right, if you don't see the blood of tens of thousands of raw people, can it shock these Khitan barbarians? After breaking the city , clean up, and then kill tens of thousands of people, so that they don't dare to rebel, this is really the place for us Jurchens."

After finishing speaking, the Jurchens blew the horn again, and the students suddenly became nervous, and started running towards the tower with wooden sticks in their hands.