In the cold winter, several waterways that run close to Xijin Prefecture in Liao Kingdom have long been frozen. On the snowy ground, rivers condensed into ice reflect the sun, making people feel a little confused when they look at each other for a while.

Above the thick frozen river surface of Qidu River, wooden ice trucks kept moving forward.

The Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun were originally northern. Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, they have relied on this kind of ice car that is shaped like a long bed and is connected to the iron sheet in winter. It is not a rare thing to say. However, in the Song Dynasty, this kind of transportation, also known as Ling Bed and Ice Bed, can only be seen in Xiongzhou, Cangzhou and other places close to Liaodi. The ice bed team in Xiongzhou in winter even made the scholars and officials of the Song Dynasty regarded it as a rare foreign scenery.

But what I saw in front of me was nothing that could make people write and chant the scenery of the northern country again and again? There were not many mules and horses in front of the ice cart, but the people in the swallows who were dressed in broken clothes and sacks of clothes were pulling these heavy ice carts and struggling on the frozen river surface!

At first glance, many people were not even intact with a broken pocket-like shirt. The exposed arms were covered with bloody cracks everywhere. Between their heads, faces, and faces, their noses and ears had changed from red to dark blood scabs, which was obviously a sign that the flesh had already died in the cold. Even Hua Tuo was alive, he could only cut off the frozen ears and noses.

The heads of these people have been covered with dirty and messy hair, and it is difficult to distinguish whether they had combed their hair buns or braided hair before. Among them, the Khitans who were accustomed to shaving their heads and only left a few strands of drooping hair on the top of their heads became the focus of the Jurchens’ attention. In a few days, they were tortured by the whip that fell from time to time to death, or simply became the targets of the Jurchens’ daily practice.

These Yan people who fell into the hands of the Jurchen army, either from Tanzhou, the northern gate of Yanjing, or from the fort colonies around Yanjing. In the last ruling center of the remnant Liao, these areas barely maintained a little order in the apocalypse. However, as the Jurchen army among the white mountains and black waters swept through Gubeikou and swept across the Nanjing Road of the remnant Liao, this fragile order was like mushrooms exposed to the sun, and in a blink of an eye it shrank into a pile of fragments!

Compared to these, the most incredible thing is that when the Liao Kingdom mobilized its troops from above and below, it seemed that it only stared at the Song army on the south bank of the Baigou River, and the Jurchens who were eyeing the covetous people outside the pass seemed to not exist.

Indeed, there was a maritime alliance between the Jurchens and the Song people. The northern border of the Liao Kingdom was the horse farm where the Jurchen emperor Wanyan Aguda galloped. The sixteen states of Yanyun were all under the hands of Zhao and Song. The two countries raised troops and each took their needs. The remaining Liao people learned about this military situation, so whether it was Xiao Puxian, who was in charge of Yanjing or Yelu Dashi, who led his troops south to fight against the Song Dynasty, they had no intention of defending Gubeikou to resist the Jurchens.

So in the time and space without external interference, the last play of the demise of the Liao Kingdom turned into a ridiculous drama that was extremely nonsensical. On the one hand, there was the bank of the Baigou River, and the battle between the Song and Liao River was drifting and corpses were buried all over the field. On the other hand, the Jurchen army was waiting outside the Great Wall by relying on troops. It would rather raise troops to pursue Emperor Tianzuo Yelu Yanxi than set foot in the Xijin Prefecture.

It was not until more than 100,000 Song troops were pressed on the ground by Yelu Dashi's 30,000 Liao troops, that Tong Guan, who was desperate, had to ask Wanyan Agu to fight with kindness and humbly, that the Jurchen army and horses entered Yanyun.

After the Jurchen army captured Yanjing, it naturally robbed all the wealth and population accumulated by the Liao Dynasty's Nanjing Road for more than a hundred years, leaving only an empty city of death, which also stripped off the painted "strong Song Dynasty" of the Jurchens.

The royal family members of the remnants of Liao were only to preserve the country and the temple. The supreme rulers of the Zhao Song Dynasty only pursued the reputation of the far-reaching Han and Tang Dynasties. The Wang Fu and Tong Guan, who presided over the attack on Liao, had no other thoughts except for the stable status and the temptation of eunuchs to be kings.

There is white snow on the Yaochi Hall in Yanjing City, and the red plums in the greenhouse with mica windows are as bloody.

The entire Xijin Prefecture was already covered with white bones and red blood everywhere, as if there was nothing to do with the city inside and outside the city.

On the ice surface of Qidu River, the people of Yan who were already driven by the Jurchens as livestock just struggled step by step. From time to time, some people fell down because of hunger, cold, and excessive fatigue and could not get up. At this time, the servants who were escorting these monks who had to drag their bodies aside quickly to avoid blocking the ice truck's road.

So on a not-so-wide Qidu River, one corpse, one skeleton, one skeleton in three steps, one skeleton in winter, and even the wild dogs with red eyes, they followed the long Jurchen baggage team in such a large group, and they all ate much fatter!

The Jurchen army and the team-in-chief Pu Liyan did not care about the tragic situation along the way, and they were not even lazy to make more arrangements for food and water. They only let the Cangtou servants running below give some food like water every day. After torture along the way, only the strongest man could barely survive. The elderly, weak, women and children simply stayed with corpses along the way, leaving behind many wild ghosts and lonely souls.

However, the Jurchen general who created this path of corpse was sitting on the horse without caring, his small eyes were just staring at the movements of the servants like the crow head.

This military general was born into the Pucha tribe, one of the four Jurchen divisions. Although it is not a direct line of the Wanyan division, the Pucha tribe has intermarried with the Wanyan division in all dynasties, and the relationship between the two divisions is like the Khitan royal family and the Xi people's descendants. Therefore, although he is just a small Puliyan, he only manages a Jurchen 100 team, and is not even considered a genuine brand of Mouke, but his status is faintly above the Mouke of this hundred people.

The reason is that the 100-man team's Mouke was from the Wendu tribe of the Jurchen minority. He drew half of his troops to join the Jurchen army. In this long baggage team on the Qidu River, there were only dozens of Jurchen cavalry and nearly two hundred Cangtou auxiliary soldiers escorted it.

But when the Liao army was about to retreat when they saw the Jurchens' flag, even if only a few Jurchen cavalry could drive hundreds of elite Liao troops to run around like sheep. The less than three hundred troops were enough to take care of the thousands of Shengkou transport supplies, and there would be no mistakes.

When the Jurchens first emerged, they valued military merits the most. This was also the only opportunity for the Jurchen tribes to make a name for themselves in this military group created by Wanyan Aguda. Puliyan of the Pucha tribe naturally had such ambitions and wanted to take his troops to kill more Liao dogs, plunder more Liao people's lives, and earn more benefits for his own team.

Unfortunately, although Mouke, who was in charge, was from a small branch like the Wendu tribe, he was a clan member of Wanyan Yinshuke under Wanyan Zonghan. Wanyan Yinshuke was originally from Wendu tribe, but he only married a woman from the Wanyan family and became the Wanyan Qi tribe. However, it is natural to take care of his own tribe members and accumulate military achievements in front of the formation.

In this way, Pu Liyan of the Pucha tribe was in a state of injustice, and only vented his anger on these Jurchen army's supplies and food.

Originally, the Jurchens were extremely cruel to the robbery. The elderly, weak and disabled were often picked out and killed at the first time. Puliyan of the Pucha tribe simply killed these strong and healthy mouths at will. If there were too many casualties, they would simply go directly to the nearby forts that survived the disaster and recruited a group of them.

Those fortress tyrants who had already been brave will only drive out the patrol teams in groups at this time, otherwise they would simply prepare their own weapons and food and throw them under these Jurchen soldiers and horses. They would be better than being killed as auxiliary soldiers, and they would be more in line with the immortals who became slaves!

Most of these fortress families were inherited from poetry and books. In the time of their normal life, these people could see the records of the chaotic times of the previous dynasty and life like grass. However, a line of light words in the ink actually fell into it, and only then did they know what kind of painful feeling it was.

However, once a person is wrapped in this tide of the end of the world, his personal strength is gradually insufficient. Faced with the fierce Jurchen Tartars, those who dare to resist die, those who have the courage die, and even those who have the slightest expression of incompetence between their eyebrows and eyes die.

Without the ordinary people led and organized by leaders, no matter how many people were, they could only be as gentle as a flock of sheep, slowly dying, and could not even make a few groans of crying for help.

Only the old elm trees with thin branches stretched out on the side of the river bank slightly shaking their bodies with the cold wind, not knowing whether it was sad or resentful.

Even the Jurchens who were used to fishing and hunting among the white mountains and black waters could not tell anything extra from the sound of snow falling when the wind passed through the forest.

Naturally, they could not see some people wrapped in a large cloak that was almost the same as the trunk of the tree, as if they were a decayed trunk that no longer sprouted. Only a pair of eyes kept staring at the death baggage team on the Qidu River.

Compared to this very patient person, someone in the snow nest under the tree turned his numb limbs into a irritating limbs, raised his head, and finally lowered his voice: "I said, sir, we are just nailing here like this, watching these barbarians pass under their noses?"

This question finally made the person standing on the old tree lower his head and look at his new subordinate: "Although you have received some guidance from your master, you are only suitable for writing about the four words "sympathetic external energy". Your combat power is still extremely low. So before you become truly strong, don't try this kind of dying behavior."
Chapter completed!