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The First Champion Chapter 223

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Autumn in Bianliang is getting stronger, thousands of miles away, Huanglong Mansion has long been a world of ice and snow.

Heavy snow fell one after another, and the land of Khitan Tokyo Road was completely white.

Amidst the snowflakes, the Lai Liushui River froze into a long strip of solid ice. A group of knights wore thick animal skins, with bows and arrows pinned to their waists, and their horseshoes with iron palms flipped, trampling the remaining ice and light snow along the way. dance.

The sound of hooves was quickly drowned out by the howling north wind. Winter had just arrived, and the roads were blocked by heavy snow.

Under such extremely bad weather, Wanyan Aguda, the leader of the Jurchen, assembled 500 people and rebelled against the Liao Dynasty.

The Jurchens have already demonstrated their ferocity, brutality and powerful combat power. Along the way, they smashed the Wubi fortresses of other tribes like a whirlwind, searched for their food and grass, slaughtered their old and weak, and forced the young and strong to deliver supplies to them, but they did not listen to them. The Jurchens who ordered the order also slaughtered their leaders and their tribes, and collected their food and supplies.

With heavy snow blocking the mountains, no one would spread the news to such a remote place.

The 2000 people were bloody along the way, and finally reached Ningjiang Prefecture, the only Khitan city within a radius of tens of miles.

The city walls of Ningjiang Prefecture are low and dilapidated, and there are no auxiliary defense facilities, and the defense equipment is also empty.

In terms of geographical location, Ningjiang Prefecture controls many tribes in Tokyo Road, and is a rare military center.In the east of Ningjiang Prefecture, there lived tribes such as Bohai people, Jurchens, Tieli, Wure, Turks, and Dangxiang, all of whom gathered together.

And Daliao had no troops stationed

There was not even a single soldier on the city wall, and the magistrate of Ningjiang Prefecture was still heating the stove in his room, and there was the sound of fighting and mourning.

He frowned and pushed open the door, and the cold wind poured in, only to see a tall and ruthless Jurchen standing in front of him.

"Wanyan Aguda? Are you going to rebel?"

Ningjiang Prefecture is close to the Wanyan tribe, and it is the front line of Khitan's rule over the Jurchens. In the past, this Zhizhou often went to the Jurchens tribe to show off its power and cruelly oppress the Jurchens.

There are dozens of Jurchen tribes, and he forcibly recommended the wives and daughters of the leaders who had played with them, no fewer than thirty.

With just one glance, he recognized these Jurchens, and the majesty of the past surged into his heart again, and he even reprimanded them out of habit.

Before the next yelling and cursing came out, he was greeted by a lightning-like blade, cutting him off his face, Wanyan Agu kicked the corpse away, and walked into the house.

His men rushed in one after another, and quickly chopped down all the men, women and children here. The blood was mixed with the warm current of charcoal burning, and the smell was extremely unpleasant.

All the Tartars present did not react at all, this kind of blood was familiar and kind to them.

Wanyan Aguda looked around, he found all his cronies, all of them were warriors who could hunt bears in the forest, and finally said: "Khitan is nothing special, killing people is more rewarding than hunting, today we ransacked Ningjiang Prefecture, it is us It is the beginning of the Jurchen's destruction of the Khitan. Whoever grabs the children's wealth in the city will count, stay in the city for three days, and then we will go and take down the Huanglong Mansion."

Shocking cheers rang out inside and outside the room, and the thick Jurchen soldiers waved their weapons, let go of their throats, and roared out like a pack of wolves.

A Gu Daju sat in Zhizhou's room, supported his stomach with one hand, and gently tapped the handle of the saber at his waist with the other. He sat quietly, waiting for his subordinates to turn Ningjiang Prefecture into a purgatory on earth.

The situation in various parts of Tokyo Road, Khitan's reaction after hearing that he was in trouble, had already been rehearsed countless times in his mind.

And several Jurchen guards stood by their swords, all of them had excited faces, like ghosts sucking blood.

Who would have imagined that the Jurchen soldiers and horses who had been bullied for hundreds of years crossed the dangerous mountains and killed them in Ningjiang Prefecture in this icy cold weather.

For hundreds of years, fishing and hunting have been carried out in white mountains and black waters, and animal tracks have been chased in the ice and snow.The tenacity and ferocity honed out finally exploded at this moment.

Two thousand five hundred Jurchen Tartars, surrounded by layers of animal skins and armed with scimitars and sharp arrows hanging from their waists, broke through the unguarded Ningjiang City Gate almost effortlessly.

This kind of march in heavy snow has not been able to be done by many armies throughout the ages, let alone attacking cities and killing people.

Gates were kicked open one by one, and the Khitan people had their heads chopped off before they had time to react.

It was noon, and everyone was cooking on the stove, and the Jurchens sat in the master's house, stepping on the freshly killed corpses, holding a bloody knife, and after they were full, they patrolled the room with wolf-like eyes. female relatives.

The Khitan soldiers and horses assembled in a slow and slow manner, did not form the slightest resistance, and this small city was desperately slaughtered by the Jurchen.

In the winter of the second year of Tianqing in Daliao, the weather was much colder than in previous years.

The leader of the Jurchen Wanyan tribe summoned all the Jurchen tribes, dug out the mountains, crossed the frozen glaciers, and captured Ningjiang Prefecture.

Chapter 267 The First Show of Violence

The Jurchens rebelled and conquered Ningjiang Prefecture.

In the Song Dynasty, it did not cause the slightest disturbance. Almost no one knew about it. There were many rebellions in Daliao. This time there were only more than 2000 people, and Khitan himself did not take it seriously when he took down a dilapidated state capital.

Xiao Fengxian sent his own younger brother, Xiao Sixian, to lead an army to collect his military merits. Xiao Sixian ate, drank and had fun along the way. By the time he arrived at Huanglong Mansion, the Jurchens had already firmly occupied Ningjiang Prefecture.

Before the Liao army was assembled, Aguda preemptively ordered Wanyan Yinshuke, Wanyan Loushi, Yilie, and Jiamu as generals to massacre in Jiangning Prefecture and enslaved countless people.

After arriving at Huanglong Mansion, Xiao Sixian casually dispatched 7000 people, not caring about the frontline war at all, thinking that these 7000 people would be able to put down the rebellion easily.

As for letting him go to the front line, it was impossible. Xiao Sixian had more than a dozen beauties waiting for him in the bathroom in Shangjing, so how could he go to such a bitterly cold place to suffer from the cold.

Seven thousand Liao soldiers, known as one hundred thousand, slowly approached Ningjiang Prefecture.

The night was low, and dark clouds piled up layer upon layer in the night sky, directly pressing down on the city.Hide the starlight so that you can't see it at all.Inside and outside the fortress, only the whistling and rolling sound of the cold wind could be heard.

This night, I can't see my fingers.Only the fires burning on the small fortresses surrounding the city can reflect the snowflakes flying and falling in the air.

In Wanyan Aguda's big tent, all the Jurchen Tartars were a little afraid, including Wanyan Aguda himself.

There are 2000 Liao troops, and I only have more than [-] people, and the number of cannon fodder is less than [-].

The yellow light from the torch shone on the faces of the generals, Wanyan Agu looked around like an eagle, stood up and said: "I am going to take the initiative to attack, and I will catch Liaogou by surprise."

These Jurchen generals felt a little scared, but none of them was timid, and they all stood up when they heard the words.

Seeing that the generals had the will to fight, Aguda nodded with satisfaction, and said in a deep voice: "There is snow tonight, Liaogou must be unprepared, let alone think that we dare to take the initiative to attack the camp. We just go to fight tonight, so that we can win big. Win!"

Everyone felt apprehensive, just like when they went out to hunt bears with the elders of the clan for the first time when they were teenagers, they embarked on the road of night attack with agitation and a little nervousness and fear.

The Liao army claims to be one hundred thousand, but in fact there are only seven thousand

Chuhedian, Liao army camp.

The cold wind howled at night, and the Liao soldiers from Huanglong Mansion were a little restless. There were many small tribes who rebelled, and the Jurchens were the first to rebel in winter when it was freezing and snowy.

In their respective camps, the Khitans were cursing with their arms on their pillows, discussing how to humiliate them to vent their anger after defeating the Jurchens.

The bonfire burning in the big tent burst out sparks from time to time, the young general Yelu Sheshi ordered the soldiers around him to go out and get some firewood.

A shrill scream came from the night sky.Covered by the cold wind, they didn't attract attention, and the Liao army showed their underestimation of the enemy. There was only one secret sentry, and it was easily shot and killed by the Jurchen spies who were hunters.

Two thousand and five hundred Jurchen Tartars entered the Liao camp in the dark and set fire to it first.

Under the flames, Wanyan Aguda led the way, and the horse with hoofs neighed and rushed into the Liao army camp.

At this time, the Jurchens had lost their timidity on the road, roaring and rushing into the enemy camp, bursting out with murderous intent, wielding a scimitar to slaughter the Liao soldiers who were hiding from the fire in the camp.