In the cold winter season, several waterways running through the left side of the Liaoguo Xijin Mansion have long been frozen, and on the snow-capped ground, the rivers that have condensed into ice reflect the sun, making people a little unable to open their eyes for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the thick frozen surface of the Qidu River, a series of wood-bottom ice trucks continue to move forward.

The sixteen states of Yanyun were originally the northern land, and since the Wei and Jin dynasties, winter freight transportation has relied on this kind of ice car shaped like a long bed and connected to the iron sheet, that is, the sleigh car with a different name in later generations, which is really not a rare thing. However, in the Song Realm, this kind of transportation, which is also called Ling bed and ice bed, can only be seen in Xiongzhou, Cangzhou and other places close to Liaotu, and some traces can be seen slightly.

But what can be seen in front of the eyes, what is there that can make people put into the ink and chant again and again in the northern scenery? There are not many mules and horses in front of the ice carts, but the people of Yandi who are ragged and dressed like sacks are pulling these heavy ice carts to struggle on the frozen river!

At a glance, many people couldn't even take care of their sack-like sacks, and their exposed arms were covered in frozen blood. Between their heads and faces, their noses and ears have turned from red to gloomy blood scabs, which is obviously a sign that the skin and flesh have died under the severe cold, even if Hua Tuo is alive, he can only cut off the frozen ears and noses.

The heads of these people had been covered by dirty, messy hair, and it was difficult to tell whether they had been combed in a bun or braided. And those Khitans who were accustomed to shaving their heads and leaving only a few half-length strands of hair on the top of their heads became the focus of the Jurchens' attention, and within a few days they were tortured to death by the leather whips that fell from time to time, or simply became the target of the Jurchens' daily practice.

These Yandi people who fell into the hands of the Jurchen military horses were either from Danzhou, the northern gate of Yanjing, or from the Wubao settlements around Yanjing. In the last ruling center of the remnant Liao, these areas barely maintained a little order in the last days, but as the Jurchen army between the white mountains and black waters overflowed the Gubeikou and swept through the Nanjing Road of the remnant Liao, this fragile order was like a mushroom exposed to the sun, and in the blink of an eye, it shrank into a pile of debris!

Compared with these, the most incredible thing is that when the Liao State raised troops and horses, it seemed that it was only staring at the Song army on the south bank of the Baigou River, and the Jurchens outside the gate seemed to be non-existent.

Indeed, there was a maritime alliance between the Jurchens and the Song people, and the northern border of the Liao State was the horse farm where the Jurchen Emperor Wanyan and Agu galloped, and the sixteen states of Yanyun were all in the hands of Zhao and Song. And the remnants of Liao learned of this military situation, so whether it was Xiao Puxian, who was sitting in Yanjing, or Yelu Dashi, who led his troops south to resist the Song Dynasty, he had no intention of guarding Gubeikou to reject the girl.

So in the time and space without external interference, the last drama of the fall of the Liao State became a nonsensical absurd drama to the extreme, on the one hand, on the banks of the Baigou River, the Song and Liao battles to the bloody pestle and corpses all over the field, and on the other hand, the Jurchen army watched outside the Great Wall, and would rather raise troops to pursue Tianzuo Emperor Yelu Yanxi than set foot in the land of Xijin Mansion.

It wasn't until more than 100,000 Song troops were pressed to the ground by Yelu Dashi's 30,000 Liao troops and rubbed them repeatedly, that the desperate Tong Guan had to humbly beg Wanyan Agu to fight the army, and the Jurchen army horses went straight into Yanyun.

After the Jurchen army captured Yanjing, it naturally plundered the wealth and population accumulated by Nanjing Province of the Liao State for more than 100 years, leaving only an empty city of death, and also peeled off the painting skin of this "strong Song Dynasty" in front of the Jurchens.

The supreme rulers of the Zhao and Song dynasties pursued only the false name of the Han and Tang dynasties, and the Wang Huang and Tong Guan, who presided over the invasion of Liao, had no other thoughts to think about except for the temptation of stabilizing their positions and eunuchs being crowned kings.

The Yaochi Hall in Yanjing City is covered with snow, and the red plums in the conservatory of the mica window are like blood.

And the entire Xijin Mansion was already covered with white bones and red blood everywhere, as if the city and the city were irrelevant.

On the ice of the Qidu River, the people of Yandi, who had been driven by the Jurchens as livestock, just struggled forward step by step, and from time to time some people fell headlong because of hunger, cold, and overwork, and could not get up again. At this time, the pale servants who were holding these raw mouths had to quickly drag the corpses aside, so as not to block the way of the ice cart.

So on a not very wide Qidu River, three steps and one corpse, seven steps and one corpse, foxes and jackals in winter, and even red-eyed wild dogs, followed behind the long Jurchen baggage procession in such large groups, and they all ate a lot of fat!

And the Jurchen military horses who imprisoned these raw mouths, as well as Pu Liyan, who led the team, didn't care about the miserable situation all the way, and they didn't even bother to arrange for water, so they only let the servants and soldiers who were running below give some water to eat every day. After being tortured along the way, only the strongest men can barely survive, old and weak women and children, simply the corpses along the way, I don't know how many wild ghosts and lonely souls are left behind-

However, the Jurchen generals who single-handedly created this road of corpses and bones sat on their horses indifferently, and their small eyes were just staring at the movements of those pale heads and other servant troops.

This army general was born in the Pucha Department, one of the four major Jurchen tribes, although it is not a direct line of the Wanyan Ministry, but the Pucha Department has intermarried with the Wanyan Department in the past dynasties, and the relationship between the two departments is like that of the Khitan royal family and the Xi descendants. Therefore, don't look at him as just a little Puliyan, who is only in charge of a Jurchen 100-person team, and he is not even a genuine Mouke, but his status is faintly above the Mouke of this 100-person team.

There is no other reason, this hundred-man Mou Ke is from the Jurchen small Wendu department, and he took half of the men and horses to join the Jurchen army, and this long baggage team on the Qidu River is only escorted by dozens of Jurchen elite horsemen and nearly 200 cangtou auxiliaries.

But at the moment when the Liao army saw the Jurchen Daxu and retreated, even if it was only three or two Jurchen cavalry troops, they could drive hundreds of Liao army elites like sheep, and this less than 300 troops were enough to take care of these thousands of people and transfer baggage, without any mistakes.

The Jurchen was in its infancy, and it was the most important military achievement, and this was also the only opportunity for the Jurchen tribes to get ahead in this military group created by Wanyan Aguta. Pu Liyan of this Pucha Department naturally has such ambitions, and he really wants to take men and horses, cut down more Liao dog heads, and plunder more Liao people, so as to earn more benefits for his own branch.

However, it is very unfortunate that in the Mouke where he is located, although the Mouke who is in charge is from a small department like the Wendu Department, he is a clansman under Wanyan Zonghan who loves to be Wanyan Yinshuke. Wanyan Yinshu was originally born in the Wendu Department, but he married a woman from the Wanyan family and became a Wanyan clan, but it is also a matter of course to take a little care of his own people and accumulate military exploits before the battle.

Since then, Pu Liyan of this Pucha Department has held back a breath of grievance for no reason, just venting it on these raw people who transport the heavy grain and grass of the Jurchen army.

Originally, the Jurchens were already extremely cruel to the plundering population, and the old, weak, and disabled were often singled out and killed at the first time, and Pu Liyan of this Pucha Department simply killed these strong people at will. If there are too many casualties, simply go directly to the nearby dock forts that have survived the catastrophe to recruit another batch-

Those Wubao wealthy clans who have already broken their courage will only drive out the Zhuang Ke tribe in groups at this time, or they will simply prepare their own blades and dry food, throw themselves under these Jurchen military horses, and become cangtou auxiliaries - being auxiliaries is always better than the destruction of the dead clan, and it is even more distant from the life of being a slave!

Most of these Wubao wealthy families are also heirlooms of poetry and books, these people in the rising season, from the book to see the previous dynasty in the troubled times, human life like grass, but a line of ink words, really fell into the middle, only to know what kind of painful taste it is.

It's just that once man is caught up in this eschatological tide, the power of the individual gradually becomes insufficient. In the face of the fierce Jurchen Tartars, those who dared to resist died, those who had courage died, and even those who showed a slightly untamed look between their eyebrows died.

Without the leadership and organization of ordinary people, no matter how large the number is, they can only be as tame as a flock of sheep, slowly killing themselves, and they can't even make a few moans for help.

Only the old elm trees on the side of the riverbank, stretching out with their wizened branches, shook their bodies slightly with the cold wind, and they didn't know whether they were sad or resentful.

Even the Jurchens, who were accustomed to fishing and hunting between the white mountains and black waters, could not distinguish anything superfluous from the sound of snow falling when the wind passed through the treetops.

Naturally, they could not see that among the branches covered with residual snow, there were people wrapped in a broad cloak almost the same color as the trunk of the tree, as if it were a rotten trunk that no longer sprouted, and only a pair of eyes were constantly watching the death baggage team on the Qidu River.

Compared to this very patient man, someone in the snow nest under the tree turned his numb limbs impatiently, raised his head, and finally lowered his voice and spoke: "I said, sir, let's just nail it here, watching these barbarians pass under their noses?"

This question finally made the person standing on the old tree lower his head slightly, and glanced at his new subordinate: "Although you have received some guidance from your master, you are limited by your innate physique, and you are only suitable for making a fuss about the four words 'sympathetic external qi', and your own combat effectiveness is still extremely low." So don't try this act of death until you're really strong. ”

Speaking of this, he slightly took off the hood that half-covered his face, and warned in a cold voice: "A person who has eaten the Shizun Spirit Pill to continue his life is not qualified to waste this life, because your life does not belong to you now." ”

(End of chapter)