In the city, blood was flowing and scars of battle were everywhere. A large number of Turkic soldiers had already retreated from the city. Zhou Yi's people did not chase them away. Instead, they just chased and killed the residents who were holding various weapons.
With a "bang", the door was pushed open. A handsome young man in gray and white walked forward without stopping. In a courtyard ahead, there were many carts parked. This was obviously the area where fierce fighting had taken place before. A cart was still burning.
The residents of Renya who had been temporarily organized in the city were carrying buckets of water and trying to put out the flames. Many people gathered here, with more or less blood on their bodies, and there were rows of warehouses around them.
"Qianbei, Aksule escaped too fast and we couldn't catch up with him. But fortunately, he hasn't arranged for people to burn grain on a large scale. Most of the grain here is newly harvested." Hoelun came riding from a distance, reporting the post-war news.
Hoelun was a tall and strong woman with a shaved head and dressed like a monk in a cassock. She had a profound practice of the Ten Stages of Mahayana Buddhism inherited from the Maitreya School, but she was a low-key person in her daily life, so she was not well-known. However, she was respected by everyone.
He was the oldest among the thirteen wings of Mongolia and acted prudently. Zhou Yi could only feel at ease if he left these post-war matters to Hoelun.
The door of the warehouse opened, and piles of cloth bags were displayed in front of him, piled up like a small mountain. Zhou Yi took a look and asked, "How many other granaries are there?"
Hoelun said, "They have all been taken."
"The battle in the city must be ended quickly. The Turks usually attach great importance to speed of response. After Huangshagang, this time we are in Shangjing Linhuangfu. Fengyan City will not give us a chance to breathe. I estimate that his army will be here soon, so we must quickly gather the former Khitan army nearby and increase our allies..."
Zhou Yi's thoughts raced as he gave instructions carefully.
Woohoo…..
The loud military bugle sounded from the top of the city wall of Linhuang Prefecture. Soon, an endless stream of people poured out from thousands of homes, densely filling the entire street. They tried to raise their heads and look up at the army standing on the city wall.
They were eager to know what kind of army could drive away those invincible, devil-like and terrifying Turks.
Standing on the city wall, Zhou Yi waited quietly for a while, watching the crowds pouring in from the streets and alleys. Most of these people were injured and had suffered various abuses. In terms of image, they were perhaps even more miserable than the most miserable beggars in many film and television dramas in later generations, which was unbearable to look at.
Occasionally there were a few who looked a little cleaner, mostly women, and some even wore colorful clothes, but most of them looked timid and dull. One can imagine how women who were slightly dressed up would be treated in the Jurchen camp.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat when he thought of this. After calming down a little, he spoke slowly.
"I don't want to expose anyone's scars, but each of you should raise your heads. Look at the way your group of people look like. This is the future of the losers!"
"If you lose the war, your parents, wives and children will suffer the same thing. They will be treated like dogs and whores. Your children will be thrown into the fire. You scold them, you cry, you say they are not human beings, but it will be of no use!"
"But do you accept this ending?"
"No!" The deafening shout echoed in the city. In an instant, everyone was outraged. The tremendous anger swept over like a tsunami. Even masters of Zhou Yi's level couldn't help but be shocked!
"Then defeat them! Defeat the Turks who once rode on your heads and enslaved you! Don't tell me there are 50,000, 100,000 Turks, even if there are 1 million or 10 million. Defeating them is the only way out! Otherwise, you will all end up the same! When you forget that you will end up, look at yourself and everyone around you!"
Zhou Yi's voice paused for a moment, and the solemn north blew over, with the echo resonating in everyone's heart.
"Forget about the battles at Huangshagang and Hubudagang! Those Turks are not that powerful. You can defeat them today, and you will definitely be able to defeat them in the future! As long as you are willing to believe in the power of each of you!"
"From today on, there are only two futures! Either you die! Or your enemies die! So tell us what you choose?"
"Kill them all!"
Just like a loud thunder suddenly exploding in the sky above Linhuang Prefecture, after that day, a brand new force descended on the grassland without any warning. In the near future, the whole world will be watching it in awe!
In the afternoon, the flag of the Liao Dynasty was once again raised on the city wall of Linhuang Prefecture in Shangjing. The news of the fall of Linhuang Prefecture spread in all directions like a seagull with wings.
On the next day, before dawn, a small group of soldiers suddenly appeared in the distant wilderness, and then the second, third... the tenth... the hundredth army. The Khitan people who heard the news and came from all directions began to spontaneously rush to their capital.
Countless torches appeared on the dark horizon, forming one light belt after another. The light belts were getting longer and closer, but they still couldn't see their end. They stretched all the way to the distant horizon. The countless light points on the ground were mixed with the starlight and finally, like rivers flowing into the sea, these countless moving light points all gathered outside Linhuang Prefecture and merged into a vast ocean.
Yun Chongxiao and Zhou Yi stood side by side on the top of the city wall, looking at those people from afar, with indescribable seriousness on their faces, and a hint of guilt.
After a long while, Yun Chongxiao said, "Because of you, they will start an unnecessary war again... Maybe most of them will... die..."
"Hmm..." Zhou Yi agreed softly, and said, "This is the price of freedom... If you have a choice, you must pay..."
"By the way, how are the food and city defense going?" Zhou Yi asked, turning his head.
"Don't worry, Wang Han and Hesar have already done it. All the Turkic settlements, granaries, and landlords nearby have been looted, and most of the food and grass have been transported to Linhuang Prefecture. Jamukha and Hoelun are also recruiting people day and night to strengthen the city defense. I believe that before the Turks arrive, this place will become a rare super fortress outside the Great Wall!" Yun Zhongxiao replied: "It's just..."
"Just what?" Zhou Yi turned around and stared at Yun Chongxiao's somewhat hesitant face.
Yun Chongxiao frowned and said, "Why do you want to defend Linhuang Prefecture to the death? With our existing mobility, we can turn the entire rear area upside down, but once we defend the city to the death..."
"The whole army might be wiped out!" Zhou Yi suddenly laughed, but there was an unfathomable heat in his eyes: "But... I don't just want to cause trouble for Fengyan City!"
"From the beginning to the end, my goal has been to completely defeat the Turks!" (To be continued)