Chapter 67: Is it better to have a horse? No, it’s better to have no code!

Early morning at dawn.

The headless bodies of the Jin soldiers were thrown off the city wall by the Song soldiers like dead dogs.

The heads of the Jin soldiers are evidence of their merits and exchange for rewards, so they can barely be considered treasures and must be kept well. As for the incomplete bodies, they may become disabled in the next life, so it has nothing to do with me!

The atmosphere on the city wall was quite good. In order to make things difficult for the Jin soldiers under the city of Bianliang, especially Wanyan Zongmou, Zhao Huan deliberately let some Song soldiers stand in conspicuous positions on the city wall, eating hot pot and singing songs, and the sarcasm value was directly maxed out.

Whether it was the headless corpses or the mocking troops, they were all under the close attention of the Song army. Archers and firearms had been prepared on the city walls. If the Jin soldiers dared to come to snatch the corpses or shoot the mocking troops, they would shoot arrows and use firearms to kill anyone who approached.

Outside the city wall, the Jin army camp.

The Jin soldiers wanted to collect the bodies of their companions, and also wanted to pin those guys on the city wall to the ground and rub them hard, but... the Jin soldiers did not act rashly, they were also afraid of death.

Outside the city of Bianliang, on the vast plain, the indignant and exhausted Jin soldiers stood out particularly.

They are really mentally exploded.

Since Guo Yaoshi surrendered, they have been advancing southward with unstoppable force, except for failing to capture Zhongshan and Zhending.

In their eyes, the Song army was nothing but cowards who could only face the enemy with their backs.

However, after more than two months of heroic efforts, they encountered a city called Bianliang, whose outrageous moves made them lose their minds. They had never felt so tired before.

Faced with such a tall city wall, they wanted to rush to the bottom of the city and smash the damn wall with their heads. They wanted to fight with real swords and guns, even if it meant death.

They didn't want to keep fighting with battering rams, flaming oil, crossbows, gunpowder, cannons, catapults, and especially boiling manure. They longed for the feeling of every knife cutting into flesh.

However, after cursing and getting angry, they found that they were still powerless. The Song army was like an old turtle curled up in its shell, with nowhere to bite.

The Jin soldiers have always relied on fighting to support their wars, and they would not prepare too much food and fodder when they went out to fight. In order to launch a surprise attack on Bianliang, although they also captured more than a dozen cities on the way south, they only looted all the gold, silver and treasures, and did not carry much food and fodder.

In their opinion, it would take only three to five days to capture Bianliang. It was even possible that the young emperor of Song would open the city gates and surrender. There was no need to prepare too much food and fodder.

Of course, this also had a lot to do with the unfavorable impression the Song soldiers left on the Jin army. The Song army didn't even need to show weakness to the enemy; the label couldn't be applied to them anymore.

Early in the morning they continued to kill horses, and the number of horses was dwindling.

There are 60,000 Jin soldiers and 90,000 war horses, but only half of them are left. If they continue to kill, they might even lose their own mounts.

Even more frightening was that the fodder had been almost consumed. Without fodder, the war horses would have no strength left in the winter wilderness. Without war horses, the cavalry would become infantry, becoming like the two-legged lambs of the Song army.

After all, war is not a small movie from an island country. The uncensored version is better than the censored version. In 4K high definition, every detail will be visible.

In war, without horses, people will die.

Wanyan Zongmou's face was not in good spirits. Seeing his deputy commander Wanyan Chang's indifferent and even gloating expression, he could not help but say, "Wanyan Chang, the young emperor of Song has no intention of negotiating at all. Not to mention five million taels of silver, he won't even give a copper coin. If we withdraw our troops, how will you explain this to the king?"

Wanyan Chang was puzzled. "How do I explain this to the King? Isn't this something the Grand Marshal should be considering? I'm just a deputy commander! You were the one who issued the military order, not me. What does it have to do with me?"

“You! You! You!”

Wanyan Zongwang nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. "You're completely shameless, aren't you? You're completely lying flat on your face, aren't you? You want to pin such a huge responsibility on me alone. Even if I have the most iron head, I can't bear it. If you're unkind, don't blame me for being unjust."

"Is that so? Then let's not even talk about peace. Let's fight to the bitter end. Either we take Bianliang or we die in Bianliang. Anyone who dares to escape, I'll chop them down one by one."

"Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, right!" Wanyan Zongmou looked at Wanyan Chang, gritting his teeth and speaking word by word.

"Huh?" Wanyan Chang was also stunned. "Fuck, you're so cruel, you want to die together, right? You're awesome, I admit defeat."

"Well, I have an idea. It's just gold, silver, and jewelry. Your uncle still has some. If we add them together, we'll have at least two million taels. How about we split it fifty-fifty and hand it over, and keep the other half?"

"I'm afraid half isn't enough. I'm not aware of the prosperity of the Song Dynasty, but Your Majesty certainly can't be unaware."

Wanyan Chang's heart was bleeding. "All the gains from this trip south are here. Wanyan Zongwang is a piece of shit, he has no moral principles."

"Gold, silver, and jewelry were plentiful during the Song Dynasty. I know a place with a large amount of gold, silver, and jewelry, and it's unguarded and easy to rob."

"Where? There's such a good place."

"Yes, Yanshan Prefecture, Pharmacist Guo."

"...Isn't this one of ours?"

"He's one of our own, damn it! He sent five thousand elite soldiers to attack Moutuogang. It's been a whole day and a night, and they still haven't taken it. I think he just wants us to lose."

"That's impossible. I think Pharmacist Guo is okay. He betrayed the Liao Kingdom, then the Song Kingdom, and then the Jin Kingdom. So, is Pharmacist Guo planning to defect to Western Xia? Or is he planning to rebel and become emperor himself? This idea is too absurd."

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