The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 668

To dispel the doubts of the common people, it is far from enough to brag in the mansion newspaper or the Department of Culture and Education.

At this moment, Yang Lin had the idea of ​​moving the capital to Youyan.

I don't know if the Ming Dynasty of later generations had the same idea after the five expeditions to Mobei and the six expeditions to Mongolia.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhang An thought he was thinking about how to arrange the affairs of the Department of Culture and Education, but he didn't know that the person in front of him had already made up his mind to move the capital here.

If Zhang An found out, he would be so excited that he would not be able to sleep for three days.Is the borderland of Hebei finally turning around?

When Yang Lin issued an order, the imperial court naturally listened to the order, and the Department of Culture and Education soon started a series of propaganda aimed at the people moving outside the customs.

First, Li Qingzhao and other great writers from the Department of Culture and Education were organized to travel outside the customs at public expense, write poems and lyrics, and make splendid articles.

Then, each issue of Di Bao has a special section, praising Changchun Prefecture and Shenyang Prefecture, and describing this place in a fascinating way.

Yang Lin watched a few episodes, and if he didn't see the desolation and wildness everywhere when he raised his eyes, he would have believed it.

Immediately afterwards, Zhongshumen issued a corresponding decree, all those who went out to cultivate wasteland would be exempted from taxes for three years.And after arriving, the imperial court will give the family half a year's ration.So that you can concentrate on settling down, building a house, and settling here.

Many people finally couldn't bear it anymore, and they traveled together with their families. In many counties with poor land, neighbors went north together with each other.

The imperial court also came up with an idea to mobilize the Xiulou, mobilize the chariots and horses of the various prefectures along the way, and transport the people.

At this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and the northern land was gradually getting colder, while the three-way army was still slowly advancing.

Along the way, they didn't care whether they won the target in one city or one place, but relied on spaceships and telescopes to detect the enemy's situation.

Specially go to places where there are Jurchen soldiers and horses, with the main purpose of combating the eradication of Jurchen's new force.

Jurchens are just those people, kill one less one

With this style of play, there is no way to make a generation of heroes Wanyan Aguda beat.

In the face of absolute strength, the bravery of individual soldiers and the bravery of generals are meaningless.

On the day of Mid-Autumn Festival, the army of the Song Dynasty approached the ancient city of Dalu.

The ancient city of Dalu is a blessed place for Jurchen. In the battle of the ancient city of Dalu, Wanyan Aguda defeated 20 cavalry and [-] infantry of Khitan here.

At that time, Wanyan Loushi was high-spirited and fell into the Liao formation nine times. Wanyan Zongxiong defeated the left wing of the Liao army. The Liao army was in chaos. Wanyan Zongxiong seized the opportunity to attack the Liao right army.At dawn the next day, the Liao army broke through and fled north.The Jin army marched north to Alogang, and wiped out the Liao army's infantry.

It was after this battle that the Liao people no longer had the courage to fight against the Jurchen, and they all surrendered.

Now there is another army of hundreds of thousands, besieging them in the ancient city of Dalu.

Chapter 741 Destroying Jurchen

The ancient city of Dalu is named after the ancient tribe of Dalu, not really an ancient city.

In fact, this place is a hill, a very flat and wide hill.

The so-called city here is just some fences, and the top of the mountain is really easy to defend and difficult to attack.

This is the last pass outside Huanglong Mansion. If this place is lost, Huanglong Mansion will be exposed to the Song army.

After the Yellow Dragon Mansion, there is the Wanyan tribe, which is now the lair of the Jurchen Tartars who have slaughtered the north to the point of blood.In later generations, a city named Harbin was established in this place.

These small tribes with a combined total of just over 20 have killed more than ten times as many people as themselves, leaving half of the continent devastated.

I don't know how many people died due to the destruction of their homes, their wives and children, and how many souls died and suffered inhuman suffering.

When you hit this place, you can see that the cultural differences are getting bigger and bigger. If you continue to go north here, there is no city wall.

Jurchen, with only tens of thousands of people left, was already powerless to resist the menacing Song army. What was even more desperate was that behind them, Song Jiang was subduing the Shiwei tribes.

What he was about to face was the situation of being attacked from both sides, and those Donghai Jurchen Bohai people might not accompany him in the final battle.

Enemy on all sides, dead end

Stronger than Wanyan Aguda, he also sat weakly on the chair, the tiger skin on his back was covered very warmly, but Aguda felt his hands and feet were cold.

Even when he was punished by Emperor Yelu Yanxi of the Liao Dynasty and hanged from a tree for three days, he was never as embarrassed as he is now.

The shouts of killing outside resounded through the sky, but he couldn't muster up the strength, or energy, to lead Jurchen Erlang to continue the fight.

The Song army in front of them is like sitting on a mountain, and the power of the Jurchen cannot be shaken for the time being.

But it keeps pressing on you, with Huanglong Mansion behind you, but Aguda is not going to flee to Huanglong Mansion.

The ancient city of Dalu was the rise of the Jurchen, let it end here, he stood up suddenly, and said loudly, "Jurchen Erlang, let me fight one last time."

Wanyan Lou Shi was the first to respond, put on his helmet, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and said, "Lou Shi is willing to be the vanguard for the Great Jin Emperor!"

Wanyan Zongqian and Wanyan Zongxiong also came out one after another, willing to be pioneers.

A Guda glanced at the faces of these people, and really couldn't figure out why he had such a strong general who could easily overthrow Daliao, but he was helpless against the enemy in front of him.

The Han people are not self-disturbed, and no one can be chaotic. How can Wanyan Aguda understand the strength of the southern barbarians in their mouths.

Teams of the most elite Mouk escorted the leading generals, and the Jurchens suddenly discovered that the one charging forward on tall horses was the banner of their emperor.

In an instant, the last golden soldiers in the ancient city of Dalu boiled, and their blood seemed to burn.

In the mid-autumn of the fourth year of Xuanhe, Han Shizhong, Generalissimo of Youyan Bingma in Hebei Province, Zongze, Governor of the North Road, and Yao Pingzhong, Governor of Longyun in Qin Dynasty, led their troops to defeat Jurchen in the ancient city of Dalu.

No one surrendered in this battle, and the Jurchen elite died, and they disappeared in the long river of history.

The north wind blows the ground and all the grasses fold, and Hu Tian flies snow in August.

The snowflakes blown up by the wind slowly fell, and the first snow after autumn fell on the battlefield.

Slowly, the shoulders of the soldiers cleaning up the battlefield also turned white.

A pawn stretched out his hand, watching the snowflakes fall into the palm of his hand, his eyes were a little distracted.

"It's snowing and it's just the Mid-Autumn Festival. Is this the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"You yellow-haired boy, just like the chick in that nest, what knowledge do you have? The further north you go, the sooner the snow will fall. I heard that in the far north, it's always snow and ice all year round."

Xiaobing sighed, his expression was a little sad, and he asked, "Brother Wu, is our battle over?"

"It's over! Haha, it's completely over this time. There must be a lot of rewards. When I return to the village, I'll take you to the hook bar to have a good time, and then let your mother find you a wife."

The military man surnamed Wu was in high spirits when he said this.Presumably, knowing the feeling of the flesh and blood colliding with each other is a hundred times more comfortable than fighting with knives and knives.

Xiao Bing didn't know what it meant to be flirtatious in the hook bar. He shook his arms, only to realize that one of them could no longer be lifted.

"It's good when it's over, it's good when it's over. My father is still waiting for me to go back to harvest the millet."