Rebirth: Overthrow Song Dynasty

Liaodong Zhenhai Mansion, because of the war just a few days ago, the whole city was in ruins!

The Jurchens shrunk their troops in a large amount, and no one paid any attention to the Zhenhai Mansion in a short period of time.

At this moment, there is a small town more than thirty miles south of Zhenhai Mansion.

Inside and outside the town, the bones of the dead can be seen everywhere! Some people died within a few days, and the corpses had just decayed, emitting a foul smell, but no one paid any attention to these dead bones! Over the years, too many people have died in the small town, and no one has the heart to take care of them!

Originally, this small town had a population of more than 2,000 people. Since the Jurchens came here, only a population of just over 1,000 people remained in this town.

There are a lot of crops planted outside the town, but unfortunately, a Jurchen army arrived two days ago, and all the crops were taken away by the Jurchens. The people of this small town want to spend the autumn and winter seasons, I am afraid it will be as difficult as heaven.

It was getting dark gradually, and in a house in the southernmost part of the town, more than a dozen Khitan people were sitting together.

These dozen or so Khitan people are also skinny, but their mental state is much better than that of ordinary Khitan people! Especially the leading Khitan man, he was about forty years old, his eyes were shining brightly, and he had an indescribable charisma about him.

"Brother Yelu, if we don't have food, we won't be able to survive this year!" A Khitan man in his thirties spoke.

This Khitan man looked relatively elegant, as if he had read a lot of poetry and books.

"Brother Yelu, we must rebel!" Another young Khitan man in his twenties said.

This young Khitan is tall, but unfortunately he is too thin, he looks like a bamboo pole.

"Yeah, we can't survive anymore! We rebelled back then, and now we can continue to rebel!"

"That's right! Brother Yelu, you led the Khitan people in the entire Zhenhai Prefecture to rebel, why can't you rebel now?"

"The Han people just attacked the Zhenhai Mansion, and almost all the Jurchens in the Zhenhai Mansion were killed by the Han people! It has been many days, and the Jurchens have not sent a large army to arrive, only a small group of troops entered the Zhenhai Mansion! Brother Yelu, we are now Rebellion, the Jurchens are hard to resist!"

The rest of the Khitan people also spoke one after another.

"Lord Yelu Dashi has a decree, we can't rebel now!" The leading Khitan man in his forties frowned and said.

"But we can't survive anymore?" the elegant Khitan man in his thirties asked.

"Master Yelu Dashi said that we must cooperate with the Jurchens now! Only by cooperating with the Jurchens can we restore our homeland! If we rebel now, I am afraid we will never be able to restore our homeland! Our former Daliao, the national power is the world Wushuang, we look far and wide, we must restore the former Daliao! This is my lifelong dream, and it is also the lifelong dream of every Khitan!" said the leader of the Khitan.

"But, brother, I still don't understand why we must cooperate with the Jurchens? The Jurchens invaded our hometown and killed countless people from our tribe. We have no reason to cooperate with them!" The 20-year-old The Khitan youth who is like a bamboo pole said.

"Even if I tell you the truth of this, you won't understand! Just listen to me and cooperate with the Jurchens for the time being. In the future, our Daliao Kingdom will be able to recover!" said the over 40-year-old Khitan is humane.

"Brother, I have already sent someone to contact Song Jun!" At this moment, the elegant Khitan in his thirties said.

"What? How could you do such a thing behind my back?" the Khitan man in his forties said in disbelief.

"Brother, no matter what, it won't do any harm for us to contact them! Now the Han people are very powerful, and they have already defeated the Jurchen! In Yanyun and the Central Plains, the Jurchen are no longer the opponents of the Han people! We can also rely on the Han people. It’s also a path!” said the elegant Khitan in his thirties.

"Confused! The Han people are cowardly and incompetent. They only temporarily defeated the Jurchen! When the Jurchen reacts, they are absolutely no match for the Jurchen! The Jurchen is the most powerful race now!" the Khitan in his forties said humanely.

"But if that's the case, why do we have to cooperate with the Jurchen? If the Jurchen is number one in the world, we should cooperate with the Han people to defeat the Jurchen together!" Wenya Khitan said.

"This is Master Yelu Dashi's order, you don't understand!" the Khitan man in his forties said.

"Brother, I have already made an agreement with the Han people, and the Han people will come tonight!" Wen Ya Khitan said.

"You..." The Khitan man in his forties pointed at the elegant Khitan man, frowning and complaining in his eyes.

"Brother, I am also thinking of us Khitan people!" Wen Ya Khitan said.

"Forget it, I'll meet the Han people!" said the Khitan man in his forties.

Hearing this, several Khitan people in the room showed joy and excitement in their eyes! In fact, cooperating with the Song army is not just the idea of ​​the elegant Khitan person. Half of the people in the room know about it, but they just reported it to the Khitan leader now!

The identity of this Khitan leader is also no small matter, he was once the leader of the famous Khitan rebel army in Liaodong, and everyone responded! Later, after the failure of the uprising, many members of the Khitan rebel army lurked in various places in Liaodong. This Khitan leader still has a very high appeal!

*** ***

It was getting darker and darker, and for some reason, the Khitan leader felt a little anxious! The Khitan leader had already made up his mind to carry out Yelu Dashi's military order and cooperate well with the Jurchens, but now the people below don't listen to him!

"Haven't the Han people come yet?" An hour had passed, and the moon was in the sky, the Khitan leader couldn't help but ask.

"They may not come until midnight." Wenya Khitan said.

"The Han people are weak, why cooperate with them?" the Khitan leader complained again.

"We're just trying, maybe we can find a way to save the Khitan people." Wen Ya Khitan said.

"Forget it, I'll wait for them for a while!" The Khitan leader said angrily.

It was already midnight, and at this time, the sound of cavalry galloping suddenly came from outside. After hearing this sound, the Khitan people were all taken aback. They hid one after another and closed the gate of the courtyard.

After a while, there was a whistle outside! The whistle sounded three times long and one short. After hearing this sound, the Khitan leader was taken aback, while the elegant Khitan man was overjoyed and said: "The Han people are here!"

The Khitan leader couldn't believe it: "The Han people came here on horseback? Aren't they afraid of encountering the Jurchen army?"

Wenya Khitan said: "Brother, I have said it before, the Han people have already defeated the Jurchen, but you just don't want to believe it! Now the Han people may not be afraid of the Jurchen!"

The Khitan leader snorted coldly and said, "Come on, let's go out and meet the Han people!"

A dozen ragged and skinny Khitans came out of the house, and when they went outside, they immediately saw a cavalry team in the distance! There are about 300 cavalrymen on the opposite side, all of them are strong and strong, wearing various weapons on their bodies! Far away, these Khitan people actually felt an indescribably murderous and aggressive atmosphere! In the past, even when they saw the Jurchen army, they didn't feel this way!

"Is this the Han army?" The Khitan leader swallowed his saliva, and asked in shock.

"It should be the army of the Han people!" The elegant Khitan man said with a hint of joy in his eyes.

"It seems that the Han army is very powerful, definitely not inferior to the Jurchens! No wonder they were able to defeat the Jurchens!" The Khitan youth in his twenties who was like a bamboo pole said excitedly.

"This must be the most powerful army among the Han people. Ordinary Han people are still very weak!" the Khitan leader said dissatisfied.

"Brother, they are already here!" Wen Ya Khitan said humanely.

"Okay! Let's see what they say!" the Khitan leader snorted coldly.

At this moment, the more than 300 cavalrymen were already coming here, and when there were more than a hundred meters away from here, most of the cavalry stopped. They were scattered everywhere, and more than ten of them were heading here. Come.

After arriving here, the dozen or so people got off their horses.

Most of them were dressed as generals, but one of them was wearing a dragon robe, like a Khitan! Of course, there is a big difference between this dragon robe and the emperor's dragon robe, the color is light yellow, and the pattern on the dragon robe is relatively simple. This is the costume of the princes of the Song Dynasty! Of course he was none other than Yeluhong who had just come all the way from Yanjing City to Liaodong, the "Liao King" of the Great Song Dynasty conferred by Zhao Chen!

The generals of the Han people are all mighty and extraordinary, but at this moment the eyes of the Khitan people are all on this Khitan "prince"! They don't know who this person is in front of them, and they are secretly guessing the identity of this person!

"What? Don't you invite us in?" A Song army general in his thirties said with a smile.

He spoke Khitan dialect, but his Khitan dialect was not very good, a little jerky.

"Come in! Come in quickly!" the elegant Khitan hurriedly said.

Now that these people entered the house, everyone sat down together.

"I am Wu Lin, Chief of the Navy of Dengzhou, Great Song Dynasty!" said the general of the Song Army who spoke first.

"So it's General Wu, be polite!" the Khitan leader hadn't heard of Wu Lin's name, but he didn't dare to be rude, and hurriedly said.

"This one is General Wang Guiwang, who came here under the order of my Son of Song, to help liberate the people of Khitan!" Wu Lin said again.

Wang Gui nodded at these people.

"This one is His Royal Highness King Liao of the Great Song Dynasty, and he came here by His Majesty's order!" Wu Lin said again.

"King Liao?" The Khitan leader was taken aback for a moment, and the elegant Khitans and the rest of the Khitans were also a little taken aback.

"My king, Yeluhong!" Yeluhong stood up, looked at the dozen or so Khitan people with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and said.

The reason why he disdained it was because he looked down on these Khitan people in front of him! He is the eldest son of the former emperor of the Liao Kingdom, and his status is extremely noble. He is extremely terrifying to the Jurchens and Han people, but to ordinary Khitan people, he looks down on him from the bottom of his heart! This is a kind of arrogance derived from blood. In his heart, the blood of ordinary Khitans is low, and it is not enough to compare with him who was born in the royal family!

However, these dozen or so Khitan people didn't think there was anything wrong with such eyes, on the contrary they "benefited" a lot! When the Liao Kingdom was not destroyed, the nobles of the Liao Kingdom looked at their muddy legs like this! Yeluhong's expression made them feel very kind! In an instant, the dozen or so Khitan people knew that the Liao King was a real Khitan nobleman!

"Lord Yelu, I don't know what official position you were in the Daliao Kingdom?" the elegant Khitan asked hastily.

"My late father, Yeluchun, used to be the emperor of Daliao! This king is my late father's eldest son!" Yeluhong said with an arrogant look on his face.

"What?" More than a dozen Khitan people stayed there!