In the northwest of Yingzhou, a barren area.
This place is called Tongliao in later generations, and now there is no place name here, and no one has settled in the original, but now there is, that is, tens of thousands of women and children of Li Quanzhong's department and Sun Wanrong's department.
This place is higher in the north and south directions, the middle is low and flat, saddle-shaped, the north is the stony mountain hills of the remaining veins of the southern foot of the Daxing'an Mountains, the south is the shallow mountains and loess hills on the edge of the mountains of western Liaoning, and the middle is the sandy alluvial plain of the Liaohe River Basin.
The place chosen by Li Qianzhong is still very good, it can be guarded by the mountains, you can plant and graze in front of the mountains, you can hunt in the mountains, and once something happens, there is a relatively good buffer zone in which direction you retreat from the geography here.
Their city was built in one of the most dangerous places in the northern stony mountains: the eagle's beak.
There are only a few trees on this mountain, and most of it is bare rocky mountains, with mountains in the background, and abrupt peaks in front of it, and only a dangerous road can go up the mountain, and it is indeed like an eagle's barb, with a sharp beak that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
The main commander stationed here is Sun Wanrong's brother-in-law Yi Yiyu, and the deputy general is Fei Mo, because they have no experience in building cities, plus the construction is inconvenient in winter, and the tribe is old and young except for the wounded soldiers, although they have captured some people to do labor, the construction progress of the new city is still very slow.
Nowadays, the new city on the "eagle's beak" has not yet taken shape, and the whole tribe still lives at the foot of the mountain, but most of the captured goods and grain have been stored on the mountain.
In the early morning, the half-grown children of the tribe began to graze their cattle on the sunny slopes of withered grass, while the women carried rattan baskets and went to the mountains and forests to pick pine nuts and other miscellaneous fruits, and the old people were busy in the tribe, sewing leather clothes, raising livestock, and doing other chores.
Some of the young men went up the mountain with the captured laborers to continue building their city of hope.
On the sunny hillside, blue sky, white clouds, snow, withered grass, a herd of goats, and a group of sheep herding babies.
Walking in the head was a boy with a whip in his hands and under his side.
Probably eight years old.
The head is messy like a bird's nest, and the sleeves are shiny like ice.
It was a snot rub, and he was followed by four or five children, both male and female, all younger than him.
The boy proudly pointed to a pot-bellied ewe and said, "Lan Lan."
Come, look, that sheep is about to be lambed, and all the sheep I raise are fat, and the sheep I raise love to give birth to cubs the most. ” A bunch of little kids can't help but be amazed, that little girl named Lanlan Worship said: "Brother Zhan is amazing, what are you going to do when you grow up?"
The battle raised the sleeves.
The shiny sleeve swiped from under the nose, and there was a wet mark on the lips: "When I grow up, I will herd sheep."
"Still herding sheep, what are you doing with sheep?"
"Make money and marry a daughter-in-law" "What are you doing with a daughter-in-law?"
"Wabei" "What are you doing?"
The battle was impatient, glared at her and said, "What else can I do?"
Sheep herding" Lan Lan muttered: "What's the meaning of herding sheep, I don't like herding sheep." ” Zhan was just about to speak, when he suddenly stopped with his head sideways, he listened intently for a moment, and asked, "Lanlan, what voice did you hear?"
Lan Lan said blankly: "What sound?"
After saying this, the faint rumbling sound became clear, and the two children looked in surprise at the snowfield under the hillside, and saw thousands of troops and horses, with no end in sight, like a gray ant tide, rushing forward, covering everything that could be seen.
The "ant tide" swept through the plain in front of them like a gust of wind, and did not stop for them for a moment.
The battle opened his mouth wide, and the whip he was carrying under his side fell to the ground with a clatter.
The drums and horns roared, and the people and horses were like a tide.
The Khitan warriors, who hastily organized to defend their tribesmen, tried their best to resist the attacks from the Turks, but the Turkic cavalry was ten times outnumbered of them, and no matter how they resisted, the Turkic iron cavalry approaching them from all directions still pressed their defensive circle smaller and smaller.
The enemy came too suddenly, the mountain city had not yet been built, it was not enough to defend against the enemy cavalry, the whole tribe was stationed at the foot of the hillside, unable to escape in time, they had no way to retreat but to fight.
The mountains and fields are full of cavalry coming and going, the valley is deafening with shouts of killing, the corpses are everywhere in the field, the blood is stained, the Khitans who are at a serious disadvantage in strength are disrupted by the Turks, interspersed and divided, and the battle is scattered, and some people have already abandoned their weapons and surrendered, because if they do not surrender again, they can only die, and they will not change the situation at all.
Yi Yiyu and Fei Mo were also separated in the chaos, and could only lead the clansmen in front of them to break through, the spear in Fei Mo's hand had been broken, and the swords he pulled out had been curled, sweating and panting, but no matter which side he rushed to, there were waves of enemy horses in front of him, and it seemed that there would never end.
Yang Fan and Gu Zhuting sat on the high slope, looking down at the chaotic slaughter in front of them.
The sky is like a dome, clear and pure blue, like a crystal clear blue crystal.
The only white cloud, standing in the middle of the sky, hung alone, looking around, quiet and desolate.
And under this eternal silence, there are war scenes woven and dyed in various colors, people shouting and horses neighing, and blood splashing.
On the hillside, you can clearly see the Khitan knights who have been cut apart, like a group of frightened fish fry, swimming around on the plain, dodging in panic, but the Turks are like water, always containing them, no matter where they flee.
The people who killed and were killed were all aliens, but standing on the high slope, looking at all this, Yang Fan had a sad feeling.
He is not an emperor, so he never will, for the sake of the great cause of thousands of generations, he would rather his own people make more sacrifices of the noble consciousness, the rebellion of the Khitans, and the Turks to end it, seems to be a good thing.
However, this was not the case, and his people did not die less because of this.
The Khitans rebelled against the Zhou State, but it was the Turks who surrounded and suppressed them, and the imperial court was really weak to this extent.
The imperial court Chen soldiers in the Western Regions, with the strength of a country alone against the two major military powers of Tubo and Turkic, they did not take any advantage, Wang Xiaojie seized the four towns of Anxi, although there are reasons for the civil strife in Tibet.
It also proves the strength of Zhou Jun.
However, these wars are all used by veterans who have been guarding the border for many years and have rich experience in battle formations, this time the Khitan Rebellion.
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In the eyes of the imperial court.
Maybe it's because I think it's too easy to calm down, in order to grab credit.
Unexpectedly, Wu Youyi, Wu Yizong, and some incompetent generals who climbed up by hugging the thighs of the martial artists.
As a result, the imperial court sacrificed so many soldiers that it finally had to turn to the Turks.
Yang Fan succeeded, and the diplomatic battle was won.
But he was not happy, not at all.
As a soldier, he felt humiliated, but helpless.
The commanders of the armies of the north and south are all martial artists, and the empress has always refused to give up power, if she doesn't use such a means of drawing salaries from the bottom of the kettle, let those two people continue to command blindly.
I don't know how long the Hebei Rebellion will last, under the continuous destruction of the Khitans, the northern people, who are poorer than the southerners, will no longer be able to live, and the court does not know how many young and strong men will have to sacrifice to offset the stupidity of the two commanders.
Win this war.
Fei Mo was crazy, the saber in his hand turned into an arc of cold light, he urged his mount, led dozens of cavalry warriors, like a gust of wind swept across the field, desperately breaking through, the sword wind roared to bring endless killing and death.
There were dozens of warriors following behind him, in addition to those at the beginning, there were also some knights who fought separately behind him, fighting all the way, constantly people falling off their horses, and constantly adding people, and finally they were forced to open a bloody road, just running to the place where Yang Fan was stood.
Just at the bottom of the slope, there was a group of Turkic knights and horses parked there, and in the middle was a long-bearded veteran, who was the big arrow Su Mumu.
As soon as he saw the group of leaky fish rushing towards this side, Su Mumu waved his hand, and the knights gathered behind him immediately divided into a sentry and formed a sharp triangle formation, facing Fei Mo head-on.
"Whew" A long knife wrapped in a chilling crackling sound of breaking the air, slashed towards Fei Mo in the air.
Fei Mo was taken aback, and hurriedly urged the war horse under his crotch to rush forward two steps to the side, missing the opponent's edge, and then raised the long knife with a curling blade, because the opponent's second knife had already followed him like a shadow, and slashed at his head again.
Fei Mo was exhausted after a hundred battles, this knife was in a hurry, the two knives intersected, and there was a "clang" sound, Fei Mo couldn't stand it, the knife in his hand was shocked and flew up, the opponent's wrist flipped over, and the third knife rolled towards his neck like a match.
Fei Mo didn't have time to dodge anymore, his eyes closed, and he secretly screamed: "It's over" The Turkic knight didn't have time to take a closer look, and when he saw that someone had a knife to stop him, he thought it was the enemy, and he didn't look at it.
Come and ride people and horses in one, skilled riding, knife skills, a knife in the hand comes and goes, there is a clever change in the fierceness, a body is protected from wind and rain, "dangdang" a few knives down, the Turkic knight only felt a shock to the wrist, was actually slapped by the other party with a knife, the arm suddenly like an electric shock for a while, the knife in the hand flew away.
"Stop" At this time, Fei Mo's men were also killed and captured by this group of Turkic forces, and there were less than four people who were still conceited and stubbornly resisting.
"It's you, why are you here?"
Fei Mo saw clearly that the person who saved his life from the knife was actually Yang Fan, and he couldn't help but stay there, he couldn't figure out how Yang Fan could appear here.
"I said, if there is a chance, I will let you go once" Yang Fan said, glancing at Xiao Mumu, Xiao Mumu waved his hand knowingly, and the guards holding knives took a few steps back.
Yang Fan said: "Now, you can go" While there was still a fight on the plain, Fei Mo turned his head and glanced at the dying clansmen.
Yang Fan said: "I can only let you go once, if you want to kill back, you can only take your brother to find death, to no avail."
If you are willing to go, these people, I can let them go."
Fei Mo hesitated for a while, nodded with difficulty, whistled suddenly, and rode his horse south without looking back.
The four knights immediately followed, and the few captured men were also relaxed, remounted their horses, and chased Fei Mo away.
Living in a difficult environment for many years has made them know how to make trade-offs.
Xiao Mumu knocked his legs on the stirrups, slowly paced to Yang Fan's side, and said with a smile: "Let one person go, mess with his army, your envoy is really a good means."
Yang Fan smiled faintly, first silently stared at the chaotic battlefield, and then moved his gaze to the silent white clouds in the firmament, thinking in his heart: "This day, it's really time for a change":