The north wind was bitter and the cold clouds were rolling. Jia Yuanzhen breathed the white air and bent his waist in the battle shed to avoid the cold wind. Although the night was whistle, he almost froze into popsicles. However, in order to save tincture oil, he took the initiative to extinguish the "scare lamp" when it was dawn.

The sky was covered with thick, low-hanging dark clouds, and the north wind was like a sharp scimitar, cutting through the strong leather coat one by one. Jia Yuanzhen was from the southern family. This winter, the whistle was on the bank of the Yellow River. His face was frozen purple and his hands were chapped. From the outside, he was no different from the soldiers recruited in the north. The defense area he guarded in this battalion was very important, commonly known as the "Three Routes of Jiming". It confronted the Liao army in the north across the river, and to the east was the boundary of Jingdong Road. There was also a north-south earth building based on the terrain. After several months of fighting desperately, Jia Yuanzhen and his brothers in the camp were no longer distinguished. More than a dozen days ago, more than a hundred officers from the front army of the left-behind department fled south. He thought about it for a while, but he still stayed. He went to Ma Yuan. No matter what, the defense line of this river always had to be guarded, and only Ma Yuan brought a few Fengjia to his family.

On the horizon in the east, a red sun exposed a corner behind the thick clouds. The sunlight seemed to have gold edges on the sky, and the rays of clouds reflected thousands of changing colors. What the night whistle most looked forward to was the short moment at dawn, and the vast and vast world was so charming that it was suffocating. "Li Bai's hundred poems on wine," Jia Yuanzhen shook his head, not daring to lick his frozen lips, "It would be great if there was a pot of top scholar red." But he couldn't make a poem.

After a while, the soldiers who had changed their guards were coming. Jia Yuanzhen took a breath and began to move his body to climb the sentry tower. His stiff joints made a "click" sound. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, his face was covered with haze, and countless figures appeared faintly on the horizon to the east. He raised the thousand-mile mirror and looked at it, and was surprised to find that it was thousands of people who were carrying their children.

"What's going on?" Jia Yuanzhen was puzzled and then lit the wolf smoke.

After a while, more than a hundred cavalrymen rushed out from the camp, looking at the instructions of the flags on the sentry towers and through the passage left in the middle of the low wall. Jia Yuanzhen looked out from afar and saw only a few cavalrymen stopping the people in front and starting to interrogate, not knowing what happened. At this time, Guan Lu, the tenth-man commander who had changed his guard, also came.

"Jia Hujun? What's going on?"

"Somehow," Jia Yuanzhen frowned, "a large number of people suddenly rushed over from the east." Could it be that the Liao bandits drove them away? Jia Yuanzhen held back this sentence and said nothing. The army was taboo. However, at this moment, the cavalry questioning the people suddenly released three sounds of cannons, "bang", "bang", and "bang". Sure enough, the Liao army, which was not good, was indeed a 3,000 cavalry, came from the east. It seemed that the Jingdong Passers-by in the east of Puzhou had been defeated, and the Liao army could safely expand the results of the battle to the west.

"Damn Liao dog," Jia Yuanzhen cursed, "I'll go down and gather my brothers." He hurriedly handed the whistle-shoulder to Guan Lu, and kept climbing down from the shaking silence. Because of his rush, he almost stepped on his feet and fell down. Jia Yuanzhen stood under the whistle-stage, putting his hand on the awning, looking towards Nanlezhai. There were a commander of 500 musketeers and another 100 cavalry scouts. Because there were only thousands of people nearby in the river defense front. Seeing these three cannons, the garrison leaders were probably busy taking the people to the camp to hide. Before the commander Xia Biao led reinforcements to arrive, under normal circumstances, whether to defend the camp or fight, the battalion commander Xu Sheng was on the way to deal with the enemy situation.

"Mr. Jia, at least three thousand Liao dogs are here!" Xu Sheng ran over and said loudly.

The word "sir" is the respectful title of the soldiers to Jia Yuanzhen in the camp. As the commander and guardian of the army, Xu Sheng and Jia Yuanzhen cooperated very well. Xu Sheng followed dozens of cavalry and stationed horses behind the mail tower. Many people still had vegetable sauce on their lips and half-bited pancakes on their belts. Obviously, because of wolf smoke and cannons, these soldiers came out to meet the enemy halfway through the meal.

"I'm afraid," Jia Yuanzhen frowned and whispered, "If the people are chased by Liao dogs, they will be troublesome. Do you want to guard Dongyuan?"

"We have too few people, guarding Dongyuan is simply to die," Xu Sheng pointed at the direction of the village wall, "and can only guard the camp."

The Dahe River turned a corner at the junction of the three routes, and the Dongyuan was a narrow and long and low earth building that extended to the bend of the river, which was enough for tens of millions of musketeers to defend. However, for hundreds of musketeers, defending such a wide line of defense means that there are loopholes everywhere. The strong men in the military farm can only defend behind higher angular walls. If this low earth wall is used to fight against the cavalry, they are afraid that a cavalry will collapse after an impact.

As if it was confirmed Jia Yuanzhen's concern, as soon as the musketeers stood on the village wall, the Liao bandit cavalry appeared on the east horizon. At first, there were only a few cavalry, and in a short while, teams of Liao soldiers continued to emerge from behind the horizon. The Liao army opened a big net in all directions as if hunting, trying to protect the escaped Song people in front of the Song army's defense line.

"The Liao people are here!" "Escape from your life!"

The people were panicked, and some were crying loudly and running desperately to the west. In this plain of the horse, running like this would definitely not escape the pursuit and blocking of the Liao cavalry. The Liao army was like hunting a flock of sheep, shouting loudly, riding horses surpassed many slow-running Song people, and then came back, waved a scimitar, and chopped people to the ground, and were intimidated by them. In order to avoid the Liao soldiers in front of them, the people ran around among the cavalry like headless flies. Some people were panicking, running high river embankments and frozen river surfaces.

In the middle of the Liao army's hunting encirclement, more than a dozen large chariots were surrounded, and the driving was driving in the carriage. More than a hundred strong men were still resisting with crossbows, spears and other weapons. They rely on the cover of the carriage shed, and as soon as the cavalry approached, a bunch of crossbows and arrows were stabbed with spears nearby. The Liao army's cavalry was unable to get close for a while, and they were busy hunting other people, so they left this hard bone and refused to chew him.

"His grandma's, his grandma's," Jian Tianliang cursed, "I didn't die in Mobei! Instead, I'm going to die in Guandong! Fuck!" He raised his spear with both hands and poked his horse's eyes. The horse was frightened and neighed for a long time. Four hooves stepped on the ground and turned the direction desperately, almost throwing the horse and cavalry off.

"Brother Jiao, we have started a war with the Liao Kingdom? If we died here in battle, will the military government have any pensions?"

"Who the fuck recruits you, who the fuck gives you a pension!"

Jiao Dengyun bent his bow and arrow and cursed: "We are considered to be 'man for money and birds for food'. It's almost the same!" His eyes cold and he shot out an arrow, hitting the back of a cavalry. "Good arrow technique!" The guy next to him praised.

"I was shooting the head," Jiao Dengyun shook his head dissatisfiedly, "Where is going to shoot, I've been the chief of the tenth men!" While mocking himself, he took out an arrow to put on the bow. Today he felt very good, and his eyes were at hand, and the arrows were shot without any loss. The merchants were greedy for the profits of the war. As soon as the Song army recovered Henan, they went to Guandong to do business. They walked all the way here, but unexpectedly, the Liao army suddenly encountered a large-scale attack on the border. Although Jian Tianliang and Jiao Dengyun were soldiers, they were both unwilling to give up their wealth and friends, and after a while, they trapped them here.

"His grandma!" Jiao Dengyun shot out an arrow and shot another Liao soldier off his horse, "Old Jian, this is yours."

"Fuck!" Jian Tianliang cursed, "You give it to the Kanto."

The two of them were rolling through the army, not afraid of the formation, and they shouted intentionally. More than a hundred gang members in the caravan also had a great morale. They shot arrows and poked spears, and were busy, barely blocking the Liao cavalry outside the formation. But there were war horses galloping everywhere outside, and smoke and dust rolling. Without foreign aid, all members of the caravan would have been unable to escape.

Between the rolling smoke and dust, there were lodging bodies everywhere, unable to tell whether they were dead or alive, there were figures of staggering and running around everywhere, crying loudly everywhere, and heart-wrenching screams everywhere. The Liao army cavalry shouted loudly, intercepting the Song people from the middle of the north and south directions, and then drove them westward from the east. Some cavalry threw out the rope rings of horses, and flipped the Song people they were interested in to the ground, tied them to the ground regardless of their lives and death. More Liao army left behind the surrounding prey and chased them to chase more people who were running away. These tragic scenes all fell in the east

"Damn it," Jia Yuanzhen said angrily, "If there is retribution, I will definitely kill all the Khitan Yi tribes!"

When the Baoyi Army formed an army in the southeast, it established a military name "Protect the territory and safeguard the people". Zhao Xingde set up a tent every night to preach, and also used the words "Biography of the priests" to recognize the words. In the Baoyi Army, even the rude and unwilling officers and soldiers knew that 60 million Song people should be united in front of foreign enemies to be able to become self-reliant. If the Liao people killed the people, it would be like killing my father, son and brother. If the Liao people plundered women, it would be like plundering my mother, wife and sisters. If the Liao people plundered the villages and houses, it would be like destroying my home. At this moment, the Liao cavalry was slaughtering the people who plundered Jingdong without restraint. The soldiers watched this scene and scolded them all.

"Let's go intercept Liao dog!" Xu Sheng raised his spear, circled his war horses, and shouted loudly: "Cavals, go with me!"

"Mr. Xu!" Jia Yuanzhen said in a lost voice. The Liao cavalry in front of him had more than 3,000 cavalry. Xu Sheng led less than 100 cavalry to meet the enemy. It was almost certain that there would be a life-saving ending. He looked at Xu Sheng and wanted to give advice, but looking at the thousands of people behind him who were being chased by the Liao cavalry, he choked up and could not say anything to dissuade him.

"It's a pity that I can't die for Lord Zhao anymore!" Xu Sheng shouted loudly, "Jia Hujun! Leave the village and the people to you!"

"All cavalry," he raised his spear and shouted loudly again: "Everyone comes out with me to stop the Liao army!"

"Cabinets, come with me! I will die for the Song Dynasty!"
Chapter completed!