At Sun's residence in Yizhou, smoke poured into the main hall through the windows. A house in the residence was on fire. Screams were heard outside the door, and the sound of horse hooves and strange cries could be heard everywhere. Some war horses had already rushed to the corridor. The Khitan warriors wearing armor and holding sharp weapons on horseback were crouching down, and their bowstrings were banging. The surroundings were in chaos.
My Lord, come in quickly! A warrior put his hand on his chest, and a spear suddenly pierced his body. The remaining soldiers hurriedly swung their swords to fight.
Sun Xingyou was pushed into the main room. His helmet was gone, his hair was disheveled, his gray hair fell on his shoulders, and he held a sword in his hand. The blood from the tip of the sword dripped onto the ground, leaving bloodstains on the ground.
Sun Xingyou stared with his eyes wide open, looking up blankly at the roof, hearing screams and women's screams in his ears.
He clenched his teeth so tightly that they made a clattering sound, almost breaking them.
Sun Xingyou fell to his knees, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. With a strong thud, he suddenly hit his forehead heavily on the floor tile, and when he raised his head, his face was covered in blood, which was very scary.
With tears streaming down his face, Sun Xingyou cried out sadly: "I deserve to die a thousand times."
He then banged his head hard, crying out frantically: "I have failed your majesty's trust, and have lost the city and the land. Even if you live forever, you cannot forgive me for my crime."
Sun Xingyou's frantic movements suddenly stopped. He grabbed the sword on the ground, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.
He looked at the sword, despair all over his face. The only option now was to commit suicide and apologize. Sun Xingyou swung the sword violently, put it on his neck, and pulled hard.
When the soldiers looked back, Sun Xingyou was lying in a pool of blood with his eyes wide open.
A group of younger women walked out slowly from the moon-shaped door of the inner house with their heads lowered. The Khitan soldiers rode on their horses, squinting their eyes and carefully examining the bodies of those young women.
At this time, an old woman came out of the moon-shaped door, followed by a servant. The servant pulled her aside and whispered: Madam, think twice, it is useless to waste your life.
The old woman looked at a young girl in the team with tears on her face.
The young girl turned around and looked at the old woman. She was about to run over when the Khitan cavalryman next to her raised his spear in front of her and cursed.
Don't come over here, or you might annoy them, the old woman choked up.
Mother, I don't want to leave you. The young mother burst into tears.
The old woman gritted her teeth and said: My little girl, as long as you are alive, we will be reunited one day.
When the women in the group heard what the lady said, they couldn't stop crying, and those who heard it were almost heartbroken.
Women are afraid of comparison, and the Khitans are also sharp-eyed. The one that the mounted warriors looked at the most was the young woman. A Liao army general pointed with his horse whip and said in Khitan: That young woman is of high status, you can't hurt her, and send her to the central army tent to accompany the commander and others.
The troops all agreed.
The general saw a faint golden color in the old woman's sleeves and said: The old woman has jewelry on her.
When the people nearby heard this, they immediately dismounted and walked over, pressed the old woman's face directly to the ground, and searched her body. The young woman in the team cried and screamed, and was immediately grabbed by the Khitan soldiers.
At the foot of the city wall, a group of ragged soldiers with ragged armor had no way to go forward, and gradually stopped, with sadness on their faces. Deep in the long street, the sound of horseshoes stepping on the brick ground was particularly loud, and the huge roar was like thunder, and the whole city seemed to be trembling under the iron hooves.
A general raised his hand and shouted: "Arm your troops!"
The soldiers returned to the ranks one after another and picked up various weapons.
The general turned to look at the big man next to him and said: "Defending the land and keeping the people safe is our duty. Since the day I joined the army, I have been ready to die on the battlefield." He looked up at the dazzling sun, threw away the broken bow in his hand, and suddenly drew his sword. "It's a good day today, it's time to set off."
The big man shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, a chaotic cavalry turned the corner and swarmed in. The enemy soldiers ran and looked at the formation here, shouting in the distance, and their horses gradually slowed down. The cavalry in the front army slowed down, rushing within a few dozen steps, and they all drew their bows and shot arrows.
The Zhou general saw that the soldiers behind him were incompletely dressed and armed with weapons of varying lengths, and few of them even had bows and crossbows. He immediately raised his sword and said, "Follow me, charge at us!"
After saying this, he ran out at the head of the troops.
The sound of arrows rang out, and the general in front was the first to be hit. He was hit by several arrows in the chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and roared as he continued to run wildly. With a whoosh, an arrow hit him in the forehead. His pupils immediately blurred and his body fell to the ground.
The troops continued to shout and rush forward, heading straight for the Khitan cavalry who were stationary on their horses.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a group of horsemen suddenly rushed out from the side alley and attacked the Zhou army who were running and sprinting. The Liao soldiers on horseback rushed and smashed with iron bones, making a loud clanging sound.
The Zhou army's attack was stopped and dispersed, and the Liao army in front also put away their bows and arrows, picked up their weapons and rushed forward. The Liao army was in a dominant position and charged forward. The Zhou army was defeated in an instant, and some died and some fled.
Many people had already made up their minds to fight to the death, and rushed at the Liao cavalry at the right opportunity without caring about their lives. The streets were filled with blood and gore.
Amidst the chaos, a Zhou soldier dropped his weapon and took advantage of the chaos to sneak into a crack in a house. The Liao soldiers shot arrows but failed to hit him. A Liao soldier rode his horse close to the crack in the wall, drew his bow and shot an arrow into the crack.
There was a crisp sound, and an arrow hit the helmet. The soldier was sweating coldly, and he tried to squeeze to the other side with his body sideways, his hands scratching the wall until they were covered with blood.
He couldn't help but look back and saw that the Liao man had drawn another arrow and had already put it on the bowstring.
The soldier pushed hard and finally squeezed out from the opposite side. He hurriedly ran, and after running for a while, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves in front of him, so he turned around and ran again, but unexpectedly, the sound of horse hooves was heard from behind.
He was so frightened that he looked around and in a hurry he leaned on a door, knocking on it and saying: Is there anyone there? Please help me.
Unexpectedly, the door really opened
A woman with her hair wrapped in flowered cloth pulled him and immediately bolted the door.
The soldiers' legs were weak, and they knelt on the ground: "My lady, I will never forget your life-saving grace."
The woman pulled him and said: Stop talking, hurry in and hide. She lifted her skirt and ran inside, turning back and whispering: I saw the clothes and armor you were wearing through the crack in the door, and heard your voice, so I knew you were a Han soldier.