The reason why Yang Feng couldn't choose to stay in Bianliang and take Henan as his base was the Yellow River not far north of the city. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

No matter what kind of development he becomes, as long as the Jin army picks up the Yellow River embankment, then all his achievements will be nothing, this is the city, and it is also an unsolvable hard wound in Henan, this is not something that he can solve by opening the hanging, no matter how he opens the hanging, it is impossible to defend the Yellow River embankment that is hundreds of miles long, and as long as there is an opening in the flood season, then there is no power to return to the sky.

In fact, before this, Yue Fei's old boss, Du Chong, who later surrendered to the Jin soldiers, had already done it once, he dug the Yellow River in the north of Bianliang, so that the water of the Yellow River was obliquely southeast, so that the entire southwest of Lu and eastern Henan became Zeguo, and finally moved the main battlefield of Song and Jin to the west of Guide.

And Yang Feng must have no problem guarding Bianliang, he can definitely guarantee that the army will not enter Bianliang.

But it's of little use.

As long as the Jin army dug a random embankment of the Yellow River between Zhengzhou and Bianliang, Bianliang would have to become a dead city.

This is how Kaifeng was abolished at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

The modern Kaifeng City is underground, but there are several layers of the city buried.

So he could only go to Shandong.

As for the people of Bianliang, it's not a big deal, just follow him when the time comes, anyway, they have no other choice, they don't want to stay and be slaughtered in retaliation, they can only run away, Yang Feng is not ready to let Bianliang, a city that represents the shame of the Great Song Dynasty, continue to exist in the hands of the Jin soldiers, although he really can't hold on to the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, but he can leave an empty city and a ruined city for the Jin people, and he needs a large number of people after he arrives in Shandong, and these people in Bianliang are, he first let the people and the Jin people become mortal enemies, And then let them have no choice but to follow him to Shandong, this is his plan or conspiracy.

"Let's go, go to Ouchi!"

Yang Feng said.

Immediately after that, he went down the city wall, led Liang Xing and others, and walked along the street in the Suzaku Gate to the Great Song Palace in the distance, and when he walked to the Tianhan Bridge, the entire inner city was completely overwhelmed by those reveling poor people.

Standing in this story of Yang Zhi selling knives, Yang Feng turned his head and looked around.

On the banks of the frozen Bianhe River, the bustling street market in the Qingming Shanghe map has long been gone, full of deserted houses and ruined buildings, ruins and broken walls, not only the population of residents has decreased sharply, even the vast majority of shops have disappeared, there is no power for a city to create that epiphany prosperity, the city has also returned to its original appearance. Without the boats that had to be laden with food from all over the world in order to feed the huge royal family and bureaucracy, the busy wharves and crowded commercial streets, the only deserted and dilapidated buildings remained, and the municipal facilities that had to be maintained at great expense to reflect the majesty of the capital, the Bianhe River would no longer be its former appearance, just a frozen and dirty waterway.

The entire inner city was in ruins and depression.

However, a small number of gentry who are attached to the Jurchens and prostrate at the feet of foreign races still maintain their lives like those in the Qingming Shanghe map, and the scattered mansions of wealthy families in a dilapidated state are like the prosperous tombstones of the past.

But that's about to disappear.

At this time, the remnants of the Qingming Shanghe Diagram were being dragged out of their gorgeous world by the ragged poor people, and fell down on the street that once fascinated countless people in later generations, cutting off their heads with countless cheers, and letting their blood follow the dream that had been crushed by the iron hooves of the alien race more than ten years ago.

"And then the world is finally real!"

Yang Feng, who was standing on the Tianhan Bridge, said with emotion.

Then he continued to walk forward.

Walk along the former Great Song Imperial Street.

The people who were reveling in front of him had even rushed into the Great Interior, and from the former Great Song Dynasty Palace, the Jin army at this time left behind in the palace carried out bags of precious grain, horses of silk and satin, heavy copper coins, and even simply carried out women, and also dragged out the officials of the Jin State, and then beheaded them on the street.

More than a dozen years of hatred erupted at this moment.

Then the next day, the first Jin army arrived outside the Wansheng Gate, less than an hour later, the second Jin army arrived outside the Dailou Gate, and after another two hours, the third Jin army arrived outside the New Song Gate, and then in the course of the day, 40,000 Jin troops mobilized from Guide, Zhengzhou, Luoyang and other places, surrounded Bianliang City from four directions.

At this time, the people of Bianliang, who had just killed all the officials of the Jin State in the city, suddenly came to their senses.

Obviously, they have caused a big disaster, revenge is cool for a while, and they will have to suffer the consequences in the future, if the Jin army is entering this Bianliang City, I am afraid that the first thing is to slaughter the city to retaliate, after all, as the ruling center of the Jin State in Henan, the number of Jurchens in this city is still quite a lot, and these people were all killed by them in yesterday's carnival, and now if these people's relatives and friends fight back, they will also have to take revenge.

The people of Bianliang who came to their senses, they didn't need Yang Feng's propaganda, they had already experienced more than ten years of war, and rushed to the arsenal that had already opened the door as fast as possible, and then quickly armed all the young and middle-aged people with the weapons inside, and rushed to the city wall to prepare to defend their homeland. This city is the general logistics base of the Jin army in Henan, and the armor and weapons in the arsenal are piled up, and almost in a blink of an eye, 20,000 militiamen are armed themselves, many of which are still the forbidden army of the Great Song Dynasty.

Although their combat effectiveness is not very good, they still have Marshal Yue.

"The marshal is here!"

On the Wansheng Gate, the militiamen who were desperately shooting crossbow arrows outside the city, or the 800,000 members of the Great Song Dynasty Forbidden Army and their descendants, suddenly burst into cheers.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng, who was carrying a bullet box and a machine gun in his hand, rushed to them on horseback, and then turned over and dismounted with a cold and arrogant face, and carried the M134 machine gun at the outside of the city, carrying a flying ladder and pushing a ladder, and the golden soldiers who swarmed in a dense formation began to shoot. The surrounding militia all fell to their knees, and in their worship of the artifact, the artifact suddenly erupted into flames, and with a buzzing sound, the six barrels of the guns rotated rapidly under the drive of the motor, and the 7.62 mm bullets sprayed wildly, and the brass shells rained down on the ground. Outside the city, the Jin army fell in a visible wave, and the remaining living did not hesitate to discard the ladders and flying ladders, and then ran backwards screaming in terror, the red lines of tracer bullets still falling on their backs behind them, and the militia on the city walls cheered and desperately scramble for the bullet casings that had fallen to the ground.

Yang Feng, who had only fired half a box of bullets, sneered and re-mounted.

And in the distance of him, those militiamen in the direction of Dailoumen were cooperating with the Yue family's army, fighting with the Jin soldiers who had begun to climb the city wall fearlessly, knowing that the marshal would arrive immediately with the artifact, and even the elite heavy armored Jurchen soldiers of the Jin army were killing each other. Then soon with the sound of horses' hooves, the marshal carried the artifact behind them, and with the sharp arrows shot by the golden soldiers outside, he swept the artifact against the dense golden soldiers under the city wall, and almost all the golden soldiers turned into layers of dead corpses in an instant. Just when those militiamen were scrambling for bullet shells, the marshal took off another artifact from his back, aimed at the Jin Junshuai Banner half a mile away and pulled the trigger, a fire dragon suddenly flew out of his shoulder, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived at the Jin Junshuai Banner, and then a dazzling fire exploded, and the Jin Junjie envoy there disappeared directly.

At the same time, the Jin soldiers did not hesitate to rout.

The militiamen immediately erupted in cheers.

Then the marshal rushed to the next battlefield......

The first round of the Jin army's offensive failed in this way.

The 40,000 Jin army attacked from all sides, allowing Yang Feng to defeat with 5,000 rounds of ammunition, such a thing as the M134 machine gun, on the battlefield of cold weapons, it is like a god, even if Yang Feng only has one, even if he only has 18,000 rounds of ammunition in total.

The dense attack formation was simply to facilitate his killing, 5,000 bullets actually allowed him to kill and wound more than 3,000 Jin soldiers, under the support of this artifact and invincible commander, 2,000 Yuejia troops and 20,000 hastily armed militia, not only also held the city wall, but also killed more than 2,000 Jin soldiers, just this battle, completely destroyed the morale of the Jin army.

In particular, the commander of the West Road Jin Army, Luoyang Dechang Army, also let Yang Feng blow up an RPG fuel air bomb.

This thing is simply regarded as a god.

"Uh, what's this for?"

Yang Feng said in amazement.

On the wall in front of him, dozens of militiamen were kneeling around the launcher he had set up there, bowing their heads to the ground one by one, and some were even muttering something in their mouths, like the legendary RPG cult.

"Marshal, they're worshipping the artifact."

Meng Lin said.

"And what are they doing?"

Yang Feng looked at a group of mysterious militiamen gathered together, one of them was holding a bullet casing, stretching out a finger with a burned hand, and the other militiaman felt out a small piece of silver and handed it to him with a painful face, the man was still quite dissatisfied, but in the angry eyes of the militiaman, he still took out a bullet casing and handed it to him. The latter cautiously stretched out his hand, held the bullet casing in both hands, and hurried out of the crowd, where he did not know where to find a thread, tied it to the groove in the back, and muttered something solemnly and put it around his neck.

"They're making amulets."

Meng Lin said honestly.

"This is really quite the style of the Great Song Dynasty Forbidden Army!"

Yang Feng said with emotion.

"Marshal, this is the person who shot and killed five golden soldiers."

At this time, Liang Xing came over with a young militiaman, who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, and timidly followed Liang Xing and knelt down as soon as he saw him.

"He's a good boy!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

Then he thought about it and felt for a bullet and threw it at him.

"You're rewarded!"

The militiaman took the bullet and trembled with excitement as he held it in both hands.

"Don't set it on fire, it's easy to blow up."

Yang Feng then added.