Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 79 Scourge Legion
Seven days later.

In the wind and snow, Jin Wushu silently looked at the unrecognizable Kaifeng.

The city walls are gone.

Only two circles of remnants remain.

Starting from the outermost circle of ruins in front of him, he could see a groove inside, which looked like a carved groove. It was obviously caused by some huge object that smashed the city wall from the outside, then continued forward, plowing the ground inside the city while sweeping away everything along the way, and finally stopped because of exhaustion of strength.

Then change position and continue.

Countless such grooves destroyed the city wall, which originally had a circumference of dozens of miles.

And razed everything in the city.

And on the original Imperial Street, there were more than 20,000 human heads piled up.

The Jin soldiers who stayed behind, the Jin officials in the city, and the local tyrants who were dependent on the Jin.

At the highest point of the head was a pool of rotten flesh that had obviously been trampled, supported by a piece of wood. It was one of his right-hand men, and the spear he left here to guard the base camp. Behind the spear was the inner city that had also been razed to the ground.

The only thing left in the entire Kaifeng city was the imperial palace.

The dilapidated former Song Dynasty Imperial Palace stands eerily in the ruins.

Likewise, all the supplies he had stored in the city were gone.

"How did they get here?"

He said.

In front of him was a human stick.

Wrapped up like a large silkworm pupa.

This was a Mouke who was deliberately left behind and rescued by the Jin army who arrived from Zhengzhou shortly afterwards.

"Your Majesty, that demon knows how to use magic. He has a Fang Tian Hua Ji, and he can pull people in with a single wave of his finger. He has taken in all the hundreds of thousands of people he drove out of the city, including the soldiers. He just needs to fly away with them. He used two iron balls as big as houses to smash the city wall from the outside, piece by piece. He was accompanied by a female demon who rode a dragon and could breathe fire. She could even bring down the city wall with her tail."

The latter said this tremblingly with deep fear.

"Where did they go?"

Jin Wushu asked.

He was also trembling when he asked this question.

Because he had actually guessed where the demon had gone.

"He said that in order to fulfill Yue Fei's last wish, he would lead these people to attack Huanglong.

Yue Fei's son Yue Yun and son-in-law Zhang Xian followed him."

The human stick said.

Jin Wushu took a deep breath.

"Immediately report to the capital. All the troops in Huainan must withdraw across the Huai River. Alubu, you will take command of the troops."

He said.

"Your Majesty, it's too late for you to return to Shangjing now.

It would be better to go south with all our strength and conquer Jiangnan."

Alubu, the Guide defender next to him, said.

He arrived on the third day, but it was meaningless.

His meaning was clear: since the enemy could fly, they might have already reached Huanglongfu. Even if we withdrew our troops to reinforce them, we wouldn't be able to catch up. Given the enemy's powerful magic, Shangjing might not be able to be defended, as there were few defenders. The main force of the Jin army was in the south, under the command of Jin Wushu, the acting governor of Yanjing. He was originally the Grand Marshal. From the north, not only the Jurchens, but also the Khitan, Bohai, and Han Chinese who could be recruited were all here.

Chizhanhui, Han Chang, including this pile of rotten meat from Bohai in front of him, are all under the control of Jin Wushu.

Can't catch up.

All we can do is leave it to fate.

But they can try their best to cross the Yangtze River and capture Lin'an.

At worst, we can just exchange them!

"Do you think a man who threw Zhao Gou into a frying pan would care about the life or death of the Zhao emperor?

Moreover, how could I sit back and watch the crisis in the capital?"

Jin Wushu shouted.

Arubu quickly shut up.

"Let's go back to Shangjing!"

Jin Wushu shouted.

Then he mounted his horse and began his three thousand mile journey to support the king with the cavalry following him.

"Gods, there really are gods? Then why haven't we seen them before?

Arubu watched from behind, muttering to himself dejectedly.

"My Lord, these?"

The officer next to him pointed to the pile of Jingguan.

"Burn it!"

Aru said.

After saying that, he pulled out his knife and stabbed it directly into the heart of the human stick.

Three thousand miles north of Kaiyuan, with the burning city of Xianping as the backdrop, Yang Feng switched back to his own vision with satisfaction. He had suddenly landed five days ago and directly captured the city.

The defenders...

There are no defenders.

This is the heartland of our Great Jin. Not to mention the garrison, nearly half of the young and strong men in the city are in the south. In fact, a lot of the population in the city has migrated south. In the final analysis, even if there are places like Hebei and Shandong, they would not choose this place. Our Great Jin originally had the Meng'an Mouke system. Once we entered the pass, we just grabbed land and started to grab it. A lot of people who were incorporated into the Meng'an Mouke system are now in Hebei, Shandong, Shanxi, Shaanxi and other places, acting as masters and suppressing unruly people!

Those who stayed here never thought that enemies would fall from the sky.

Yang Feng arrived in the middle of the night and smashed the city wall with an iron ball.

Then forty-eight thousand soldiers swarmed in.

All that was left was to rush into each house, drag out the men and bleed them one by one.

Now he has added 40,000 new soldiers under his command, that is, the young and strong men he took away from Kaifeng. In total, he has taken away 120,000 men, women, young and old from Kaifeng. Kaifeng, which once had a population of one million, now has only these people left.

That’s not a small amount.

In the early years of the Yuan Dynasty, there were only 180,000 people left in the entire Bianliang Road.

The population of Kaifeng City is estimated to be only 20,000 to 30,000.

"Thinking of the past, the bustling competition, sighing at the buildings outside the door, the continuous sorrow and hatred."

He sighed.

then……

"let's start!"

He said.

Eight thousand heavily armored soldiers formed a battle formation and marched forward.

The bloody battle in Kaifeng City did not reduce their numbers too much. In fact, only 200 of them were killed in Kaifeng. It was not that the Jin army was too weak, but that on average every soldier was seriously injured at least once, and some were even seriously injured three or four times. The highest record was one soldier who was seriously injured eight times.

He would be seriously injured and then recover, then charge forward madly, be seriously injured again and then recover again, repeating this over and over again.

Repeating it once increases your combat power by one level. After all, there's no more effective way to learn than being hacked to death by the enemy.

Especially those who were originally civilians.

Although they had only experienced one battle, they were now truly elite. The one who was seriously injured eight times was just a dock laborer, but now he could compete with the veteran soldiers of Yue Family Army in a one-on-one fight. After all, even the veteran soldiers of Yue Family Army had never had the experience of having half of their face chopped off by the enemy before. It was impossible for them to survive such a level of serious injury.

He actually experienced it eight times, and his rich experience of being chopped allowed him to quickly advance from a civilian to an elite.

Eight thousand such elite troops.

They were in the wilderness after the snow, with the city they had just set on fire behind them, and they were moving forward with the noise of steel rubbing against each other and their footsteps making the earth tremble.

Before them lay the enemy, arrayed in formation, but theirs was noticeably more amateurish. While there were around two thousand cavalry, they were clearly nomadic herders, many lacking even armor. The remaining ten thousand or so infantry were similarly poorly armored, and some were even noticeably elderly and weak. These were essentially a collection of Meng'an Mouke troops from various locations. The situation had unfolded so hastily that Wanyan Tan from Huining could not have mobilized troops. However, thanks to the Meng'an Mouke system, troops were quickly assembled from all around.

Of course, quality is another matter.

They had no other choice but to stop this demonic army.

The cavalry attacked first.

The herdsmen who were divided into two groups, the left and right, were actually recruited herdsmen, and they were probably Khitan or Xi herdsmen. They raised their bows and shot arrows at the advancing Northern Expedition soldiers.

But it didn't work.

The arrows kept bouncing off the latter.

The latter even ignored the attack, continuing to advance in a massive formation, closing the gap with the opposing infantry. The elderly and weak soldiers of the Meng'an Mouke army on the other side were in a state of confusion and agitation. Archers and crossbowmen also attacked, but to no avail. Their arrows simply couldn't penetrate the armor of the Northern Expedition soldiers. Crossbows might have been effective, but they couldn't penetrate the breastplate either. At this point, the Northern Expedition soldiers didn't care about a single injury. After all, they knew it was a minor matter. As long as they didn't lose their heads or get pierced through their hearts, nothing else mattered.

You're not afraid of your intestines coming out. Can't you use your own intestines to strangle the enemy to death?
A few arrows are nothing.

If you feel that you are unable to fight due to your injuries, just wait for others to pass.

Then quickly ask the Immortal to recover.

After recovering, hurry up and catch up. If you run faster, you can catch up with the formation.

In this way, amid the enemy's confusion, the vanguard of the formation reached the charging distance.

"kill!"

Yue Yun’s roar rang out.

Just like before in Kaifeng City, he opened his arms, unfolded his two iron spikes, and rushed towards the enemy.

The moment he collided with the opposing spears, he crossed his hands and swept them across, instantly smashing the blocking spears away with immense force. Then, his entire body, the steel on his body, crashed headfirst into the shield wall. Protected by his armor, he smashed his iron spikes furiously. The enemy's spears struck him, but couldn't penetrate his breastplate. At the same moment, his shields shattered. He roared, hammering away with his iron spikes, sending blood spurting out. At the same moment, more Northern Expedition soldiers crashed into the shield wall, hurling a barrage of weapons.

Smash it face to face.

He smashed his opponent's nose at a distance that was enough to bite him.

Each of them was covered in blood and smashed around like a demon from hell.

There are even some that really bite you.

Piercing the enemy's chest at close range also pierced the enemy.

He smashed the enemy's head at close range, but was also hit by the enemy, breaking his bones and tendons.

But even if they fall, they must stab the enemy with the dagger.

The battlefield was so crowded that it seemed like a stampede, but even if only one hand could move, he would still attack the enemy. If the weapon fell, he would bite it with his teeth, and dig out the enemy's eyes with his hands. At worst, he would be blinded, but it would not take long for the Immortal Lord to restore him.

But no one recovered the enemy's eyes.

The Northern Expedition soldiers, armed with this mentality, actually preferred a mutually assured destruction. After all, engaging the enemy in combat was time-consuming; it was easier to charge forward and let the enemy stab you, then stab them back while they were enjoying themselves. This utterly ruthless, all-out tactic was the most brutal, and few armies, regardless of era, could withstand it. It would even frighten the enemy to the point of morale collapse.

Yue Yun also rushed forward violently, swinging his two iron spikes and smashing them non-stop, stepping on the corpses that he had knocked down.

It seemed as if all that was left in his world was smashing.

Ignore enemies.

Ignore any attacks.

He used the two iron spikes in his hands to smash the enemy, knocking them down and then stepping over their corpses to move forward.

The same was true of the soldiers following him.

The tin cans were as violent as their general.

As Yue Yun moved forward, they were like a silver cone, piercing into the enemy's formation, and at the same time continuously expanding to both sides, tearing the enemy's formation apart. The falling iron cones, paddles, swords, axes and flails flew up and down, causing blood and flesh to splatter all over the sky, and the sound of clanging metal blows.

Beyond them, more similar spikes pierced the enemy's formation.

Each brave soldier, relying on brutal slaughter, charged into the enemy ranks, dragging their comrades along with them, who then expanded outward, tearing apart the enemy's formation. Their enemy, however, was already crumbling. The increasing number of such attacks tore their formation to shreds. The timid would surely flee, and even the resilient would be stunned. The disparity between the two sides was simply too great, a complete and utter crushing defeat. Equipment, morale, and combat effectiveness were all completely crushing.

"Go back and fight!"

The general supervising the battle from behind was riding a horse and whipping his subordinates in frustration.

But his men still fled in terror.

Then Yue Yun, covered in blood, finally completed the complete drilling. Holding two bloody iron spikes, he looked at the unlucky guy.

"Grandpa Yue Yun, do you dare to fight?"

he shouted.

The general gritted his teeth, raised his spear, and urged his horse to charge towards him.

Yue Yun shouted and moved forward.

But at the moment of collision, he suddenly swung out the iron spike in his left hand.

The general instinctively blocked, but he didn't know the object weighed forty kilograms. The moment it hit him, his spear flew out of his hand, and the iron spike flipped over, then hit him squarely in the chest. He fell backward, blood spurting out. By then, Yue Yun had already reached him, and the iron spike in his right hand suddenly hit him in the chest, knocking him off his horse.

The warhorse stopped sensibly.

Yue Yun picked up the iron spike, grabbed the warhorse, and quickly mounted it.

The warhorse wanted to resist, but was awakened by his punch and turned around obediently.

Yue Yun, clutching an iron spike, reins in one hand and the spike in the other, quickly overtook a fleeing Jin soldier. As he bolted past, he pierced the man's back with the spike and then pulled it out. Clearly, this was the purpose of his weapon, with a spearhead attached to the front. From horseback, he could achieve a longer range and more flexible attack than with a whip or mace. Behind him, the veteran cavalrymen from the Yue Family Army also seized Jin horses and joined the pursuit. The infantry, still fervently pursuing the Jin soldiers, swept away every enemy they encountered.

Yang Feng was looking at the nomadic cavalry that had stopped in the distance.

The latter is clearly waiting and watching.

"It seems to be Khitan!"

He said.

This is normal, as there are already many Khitan survivors in western Liaoning.

The Jurchens controlled them by ruling them with two Jurchen families sandwiched between one Khitan family. However, even so, the Khitans continued to rebel. Later, they joined the Mongolian army and, together with the Han people in the north who had also been oppressed for a long time, completed the cleansing of the Jurchens.

In this case……

"roll!"

Yang Feng shouted.

The cavalrymen looked on hesitantly.

The next moment, the invisible dragon above Yang Feng's head appeared and spewed out terrifying blue flames at them.

The cavalrymen were so frightened that they immediately fled in panic.

"Kill! Break through Hanzhou tonight and burn and kill everyone!"

Yang Feng waved and shouted behind him.

Behind them were 40,000 young and strong men who had just completed a thorough cleansing of Xianping. They roared excitedly and joined the ranks of chasing and killing the Jin army.

(End of this chapter)