Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 362 The Price of Standing Up for Xiao Feng
"Humph, this is just an excuse for you Jurchens to rebel." Otala gently squeezed the horse's belly, drove the horse to turn a small circle, and looked sideways at the Jurchen cavalry: "Aguda, since I can't convince you, and you can't persuade me to surrender, then we can only see who is better on the battlefield and fight for victory."

The cavalry of both sides lined up and a battle was about to break out. Four war horses appeared on a hill not far away. Two women and two men on the horses were quietly watching the situation on the field. They were Chu Pingsheng, Mu Wanqing, Wu Xingyun and You Tanzhi who had rushed to the northeast from Jiangnan, thousands of miles away.

Mu Wanqing said: "Why did these people from Liao Kingdom... start fighting among themselves?"

In Chu Pingsheng's eyes, the Jurchens are Jurchens and the Khitans are Khitans, but for women like Mu Wanqing who have lived in Dali for a long time, everyone across Hebei is Liao people.

"Yelü Yanxi ascended the throne not long ago, and his foundation was not stable. The Liao court was arguing over whether Xiao Feng was guilty or not. Yelü Chongyuan's followers took the opportunity to attack him, accusing him of provoking me, which led to Yelü Hongji being captured and killed in Han territory. At this time, Yelü Yanxi's biggest concern was to hold Yelü Yixin's followers accountable and overturn the case for his parents and others to establish his own prestige and vent his anger. Based on the idea of ​​using one faction to fight another, Xiao Feng, who captured Yelü Chongyuan, had too shallow a foundation in the court, so naturally he would not have a good ending."

"Then...if it weren't for Xiao Feng, Yelu Hongji might have been killed by his uncle, and the throne would have been impossible for Yelu Yanxi to fall on. Logically, he should be grateful to Xiao Feng, so why did he persecute him?"

"In the affairs of the royal family, it is normal for sons to force their fathers to step down and for brothers to kill each other. Yelu Yanxi's actions were just a temporary measure. Sacrificing a useless Xiao Feng in exchange for a smooth political transition is a very cost-effective deal. Who do you think spread the rumor that 'Xiao Feng captured Yelu Chongyuan and made great contributions to the Liao Dynasty, but he secretly led cavalry south and made enemies with the masters of the Song Dynasty, causing the Liao emperor to suffer the same fate as his uncle'? Nine out of ten times, it came from the palace and was handled by sensible court officials."

"He didn't take revenge for his grandfather but instead carried out a purge in the court. Isn't that Yelu Yanxi afraid that his subjects would accuse him of being ungrateful?"

"How could he forget his roots? He sent reliable generals to patrol outside Yanmen Pass, scaring the Song army into hiding behind the city defenses and not daring to fight. His Majesty the Emperor loves the people like his own children, and could not bear to see the soldiers attacking the enemy and causing casualties. He suppressed his hatred and grief and ordered the troops to withdraw temporarily and fight again next year. This is an explanation to the court officials and the people. I believe many people will be grateful."

"The defenders at Yanmen Pass are really cowardly."

"It's just a play."

"a show?"

"The Liao emperor is just pretending. The Song Dynasty doesn't want the Liao people to unite to avenge Yelu Hongji. Isn't it better to sit on the mountain and watch the pro-war and pro-peace factions in the Liao court fight each other?"

“This… this is too…” Mu Wanqing shook her head and sighed, shocked by the complexity of the current situation, and even more shocked by the complexity of human nature: “But why are these Jurchens rebelling at this time?”

"Wanyan Aguda had a good relationship with Xiao Feng. After receiving a message from Xiao Chuo's descendants, Ah Zhu knew that the Liao court was going to harm Xiao Feng, who had lost his martial arts skills. So she led her men north overnight to seek help from the Jurchens."

Speaking of this matter, Chu Pingsheng was actually quite unhappy. In the plot, Xiao Feng met Wanyan Aguda when he took A Zi to the outside of the Great Wall to treat his injuries. Here, A Zi became his adopted daughter, but the two people still met and became friends.

"The Jurchens were originally dissatisfied with the oppression of the Liao court and secretly accumulated strength. Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne and the political situation is unstable, it is a good opportunity for rebellion. Moreover, Xiao Feng has a high prestige in the Liao army, and there are still a group of people who sympathize with his situation. The Jurchens can just take advantage of this factor."

Wu Xingyun said, "So Xiao Feng is a nuisance, causing chaos wherever he goes."

"No." Chu Pingsheng grinned: "He can't compare with me."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped the horse's butt, and the white horse under his crotch started to move its hooves and gallop towards the Jurchen cavalry formation.

Not only did Mu Wanqing deeply agree with his words, You Tanzhi also nodded slightly.

Wanyan Aguda took Xiao Feng to the Jurchen tent and said during the meal, "Good brother, your enemy is my enemy. In the future I will help you chop off Monk Kongxu's head." Somehow these words reached the ears of the real master, and so the master went all the way north from Jiangnan, came here out of seclusion, and came to kill the Jurchens.

This is too...brutal.

How could they know that Master Kongxu has always been compassionate, but when facing the Jurchen Tartars, he has some personal likes and dislikes.

On the other side, Otala and Aguda were shouting and cursing in front of the battle line. Just as they were about to order their generals to lead the charge, a lieutenant pointed to the west and said, "General, look!"

Otrale turned his horse's head and looked far away, and saw a pure white horse galloping in the wind on the green and yellow grassland. There was a person sitting on the shiny silver saddle. The sunlight flashed slightly, reflecting a dazzling light. It was actually a monk.

"Look, he...he's charging towards the Jurchen cavalry formation."

Not only Otla saw the white horse and the monk on it, but the rangers below also saw them.

Who is coming?

Charge into the battlefield?

What does he want to do?
The Liao cavalry were confused.

The Jurchens were equally confused, watching the white horse in front of them approaching quickly, splashing grass and raising dust. They had fought on horseback for so many years, but this was the first time they had seen someone dare to charge into a cavalry phalanx alone.

Wanyan Aguda, who was surrounded by the generals, looked more carefully. The monk's robe fluttered in the wind, the beeswax Buddhist beads swayed, although he was a monk, although he was only one horse, but from his gaze to the murderous aura around him, he was frightened and suddenly thought of someone. "Shoot, shoot! Shoot quickly!"

After all, they were well-trained cavalry. At Wanyan Aguda's command, one arrow after another flew out amid the sound of bowstrings.

Wanyan Aguda's subordinates were all the elite among the Jurchen cavalry, and their riding and archery skills were naturally impeccable. Although the target was only one person, the accuracy of their arrows was not bad. Hundreds of arrows were like a rapidly narrowing arc, piercing the white horse and the knight. At this moment, it seemed that even the sky was obscured by the rain of arrows.

But the next moment, their world collapsed.

Even the heavily armored Liao Tielin Army or the Xixia Iron Harriers could not escape unscathed from the sharp arrows shot from the six-jun strong bow. However, when it reached the white horse and the monk, the arrow seemed to encounter an invisible air wall, and its speed slowed down visibly. It lost speed three feet away from the white horse and fell to the ground with a crash.

This scene sounds slow, but it is actually very fast. Hundreds of arrows fell to the ground with the galloping white horses, and were trampled by the horses' hooves, leaving fragments all over the road.

"Protect the commander."

Seeing that the enemy's strong bow was difficult to injure, a lieutenant general quickly ordered the heavy cavalry to charge, while protecting Wanyan Aguda and retreating to the rear of the battle formation.

Rumble.

With deafening hoofbeats, horses clad in chain mail rushed towards the lone rider on the opposite side at the urging of soldiers also wearing full armor. Their lances were sharp and murderous.

Even though the Jurchens at this time had not yet developed the Tiefutu army, the momentum of this heavy cavalry was no less powerful than the Liao Dynasty's Tielin Army.

The white horse had no protective gear, and the monk had no armor either. Facing the galloping heavy cavalry, he just bent his fingers slightly, and the two long swords hanging under the silver saddle were carelessly unsheathed, one black and one white, with countless sword beams, they quickly rotated ten feet in front and behind the white horse, so fast that only a circular distribution of light and shadow remained.

Click!

Hissing...

Puff, puff.

what……

The screams of people, the wailing of horses, and the clanging of iron tools rose and fell amid the dust and rain of blood.

One cold light, two cold lights, three cold lights...

The blood like a fountain blocked out the sunlight, shattered horse armor and broken spears were scattered everywhere, screams came one after another, and it was impossible to tell whether what was passing by was a person's broken arm, a horse's broken hoof, or internal organs squeezed out by a collision.

"Devil...devil, he is a devil..."

The tragic scene in front of them was like a meat grinder, which scared the Jurchens in the rear formation. The charge of heavy cavalry has always been a terrifying existence. At this time, facing the monk with murderous intent and a white horse that almost turned red, it was like a pheasant sent to the butcher's door.

Not only were the people afraid, but the horses were also frightened and out of control, neighing loudly. The knights kept whipping them with whips, trying to stabilize the situation, but it was all in vain. The battle formation gradually became distorted and morale almost dropped to zero.

When the Liao cavalry on the opposite side saw this scene, their heartbeats quickened, they felt a chill all over their bodies, and they asked themselves over and over again, "Is that monk still a human being?"

"General, should we..."

A lieutenant general whispered in Otrar's ear.

"No one is allowed to move without my order! Anyone who dares to move without permission will be executed immediately!"

Otra suppressed his inner fear and tried to keep his voice as calm as possible. He knew what the lieutenant wanted to do, but if the monk riding the bloody horse opposite him was really the person he thought of, since the other party dared to take action, he must have the ability to kill everyone on the battlefield.

Nearly 500 heavily armored cavalrymen were killed in less than a cup of tea. The scene was extremely tragic. Even a murderer like Wanyan Aguda had only one word "fear" in his heart. He realized what kind of monster he had provoked with his drunken words.

"Retreat, disperse, retreat!"

He roared to the sky twice, turned his horse around, and fled north.

(End of this chapter)