The reason why Yang Feng could not choose to stay in Bianliang with Henan as the base was that the Yellow River was located not far from the north of the city.

No matter what he develops, as long as the Jin army digs open the Yellow River embankment, all his achievements will be gone. This is also a city that is unsolvable in Henan. This cannot be solved by cheating. No matter how much he cheats, he cannot defend against the Yellow River embankment that lasts hundreds of miles. As long as there is a hole in the flood season, he will be unable to make the situation come true.

In fact, before this, Yue Fei's old boss, Du Chong, who later surrendered to the Jin army, had already worked once. He dug the Yellow River in the northern part of Bianliang, so that the Yellow River water diagonally went southeast in two directions, turning the entire southwestern Shandong and eastern Henan into a marina, and finally moving the main battlefield of the Song and Jin dynasties west to the west of Guide.

And Yang Feng is definitely fine to defend Bianliang, he will definitely guarantee that the Jin army will not be able to enter Bianliang.

But this is of no use.

As long as the Jin army digs a large Yellow River embankment between Zhengzhou and Bianliang, Bianliang will become a dead city.

This was how Kaifeng was abandoned in the late Ming Dynasty.

The modern Kaifeng City has several layers of city buried underground.

So he can only go to Shandong.

As for the people of Bianliang, it was no big deal. Just follow him. Anyway, they had no other choice. If they didn't want to stay and be retaliated and massacred, they could only run away. Yang Feng was not prepared to let Bianliang, a city that represented the shame of the Song Dynasty, continue to exist in the hands of the Jin soldiers. Although he was indeed unable to stick to the capital of the Song Dynasty, he could leave an empty city and a abandoned city for the Jin people. After he arrived in Shandong, he needed a large population. The people of Bianliang were the ones. He first made the people and the Jin people become mortal enemies, and then let them follow him to Shandong with no choice. This is his plan or conspiracy.

"Go to the Great Inner!"

Yang Feng said.

Immediately afterwards, he got off the city wall and led Liang Xing and others to walk along the street inside the Zhuque Gate to the Song Palace in the distance. When he walked to Tianhan Bridge, the entire inner city was completely overwhelmed by those carnival poor people.

Standing at this story of Yang Zhi selling his sword, Yang Feng turned around and looked around.

On the frozen bank of the Bian River, the once prosperous street market in the Qingming River map was no longer the same as before. There were deserted houses and ruins everywhere. Not only did the population of residence plummet, but even the vast majority of shops had disappeared. Without the power to support the city to create the blissful prosperity, the city has returned to its original appearance. Without the former royal family and bureaucratic institutions, the continuous flow of grain from all over the place to collect levies and collect levies from all over the country, the busy docks and crowded commercial streets, there were only abandoned and broken buildings, and there were no municipal facilities that had to reflect the majesty of the capital and had to spend huge amounts of money to maintain. The Bian River was no longer the appearance of the past, just a dirty waterway in the frozen state.

The entire inner city was dilapidated and depressed.

However, a few gentry who depended on the Jurchens and crawled at the feet of aliens to show off their charm, still maintained their life like the Qingming Festival on the River During the Qingming Festival, the ruined wealthy mansions seemed to be the prosperous tombstones of the past.

But this is about to disappear.

At this time, the remaining people in the Qingming River Map were dragged out of their gorgeous world by those ragged poor people and pressed down on the street that once fascinated countless people in later generations. They cut off their heads with countless cheers, allowing their blood to follow the dream that had been shattered by the iron hooves of alien races more than ten years ago.

"Then the world finally became real!"

Yang Feng, standing on Tianhan Bridge, said with emotion.

Then he continued to walk forward.

Walk along the former Great Song Dynasty Imperial Street.

The people who were caring in front of him had even rushed into the Great Inner. From this former Great Song Palace, the Jin army left behind the palace at this time carried bags of precious food, pieces of silk, satin, and heavy copper coins. They even carried women out, and also dragged out Jin officials, and then pinned them down on the street to kill their heads.

More than a decade of hatred broke out at this moment.

Then the next day, the first Jin army arrived outside Wansheng Gate. Less than an hour later, the second Jin army arrived outside Dailou Gate. Two hours later, the third Jin army arrived outside Xinsong Gate. Next, during this day, the 40,000 Jin troops mobilized from Guide, Zhengzhou, Luoyang and other places surrounded Bianliang City from four directions.

At this time, the people of Bianliang who had just killed all the Jin officials in the city suddenly woke up.

It is obvious that they have caused a big disaster and have a good time to take revenge. They will have to bear the consequences in the future. If the Jin army invades the city of Bianliang, the first thing they do is to massacre the city to retaliate. After all, as the ruling center of the Jin Dynasty in Henan, there are still a large number of Jurchens in this city, and these people were all killed by them in yesterday's carnival. Now, if the relatives and friends of these people are fighting back, they will also take revenge.

The people of Bianliang who woke up did not need Yang Feng to promote it. They had been experiencing more than ten years of war and rushed to the arsenal that had already opened its doors as quickly as possible, and then quickly armed all the young and middle-aged people with the weapons inside, and rushed to the city wall to defend their homes. This city is the general logistics base of the Jin army in Henan, and the armor and weapons in the arsenal were piled up like mountains. In the blink of an eye, 20,000 militias were armed by themselves, many of which were the imperial guards of the Song Dynasty back then.

Although their combat effectiveness is not very good, they still have Marshal Yue.

"The Marshal is here!"

At Wansheng Gate, those militia who were desperately shooting crossbow arrows outside the city, or the 800,000 members of the Song Dynasty and their descendants, suddenly burst into cheers.

Then Yang Feng, who was carrying a bullet box on his back and carrying a machine gun in his hand, rushed to them on a horse, then rolled over and dismounted, and aimed the m134 machine gun outside the city, carrying a flying ladder and pushing the cloud ladder, and the Jin soldiers who were swarming in dense formations began to shoot. All the militias around him fell to the ground. In their worship of the artifact, the artifact suddenly spewed out flames, and the six barrels of the gun barrels were driven by the motor. The six bullets were spewed wildly, and the brass shells fell to the ground like raindrops. The Jin army outside the city fell down in a wave-like shape visible to the naked eye. The remaining living discarded the ladders and flying ladders without hesitation, and then ran back in horror. The red line of tracer bullets behind them continued to fall on their backs, while the militias on the city wall cheered the bullet shells that were desperate to fall to the ground.

Yang Feng, who had only fired half a box of bullets, sneered and got on the horse again.

In the distance, the militias in the direction of Dailou Gate were cooperating with the Yue family army, fighting with the Jin soldiers who had already begun to climb the city wall without fear of death. They knew that the Marshal would arrive immediately with the artifact, and even fought with the elite Jin army's heavy armored Jurchen soldiers. Then, soon with the sound of horse hooves, the Marshal carried the artifact behind them, and pushed the sharp arrows shot from the Jin soldiers outside, swept across the dense Jin soldiers under the city wall with the artifact. Almost all the Jin soldiers instantly turned into layers of dead bodies. Just as the militias were fighting for bullet shells, the Marshal took another artifact from his back, aimed at the Jin army's flag half inside and outside to pull the trigger. A fire dragon suddenly flew out from his shoulder, and in a blink of an eye, it reached the Jin army's flag, and then a dazzling flame exploded, and the Jin army's Jiedushi there disappeared directly.

At the same time, the Jin soldiers were defeated without hesitation.

The militia immediately burst into cheers.

Then the Marshal rushed to the next battlefield...

The first round of attack of the Jin army failed like this.

The 40,000 Jin army attacked from all sides, allowing Yang Feng to defeat him with 5,000 bullets. The m134 machine gun is like a god on the battlefield of cold weapons. Even if Yang Feng only had one, even if he only had 18,000 bullets in total.

The dense attack formation was so dense that it was just to facilitate his killing. Five thousand bullets actually killed and injured more than three thousand Jin soldiers. With the support of this magical artifact and the invincible commander, the two thousand Yue family troops and the 20,000 militias who were quickly armed not only defended the city wall, but also killed more than two thousand Jin soldiers. This battle alone completely destroyed the morale of the Jin army.

Especially the commander of the Jin army in the West Road, the governor of the Dechang Army in Luoyang, Yang Feng also let the RPG fuel and air bomb be blown away.

This thing is simply regarded as a god.

"Uh, what is this for?"

Yang Feng said in surprise.

On the wall in front of him, dozens of militia were kneeling around the launcher he had casually erected, bowing his head and worshiping him devoutly, and some even whispered something in their mouths, just like the legendary rpg gods.

"Marson, they are bowing to the magical artifact."

Meng Lin said.

"What are they doing?"

Yang Feng looked at a group of mysterious militias who were gathering together. One of them was holding a bullet shell and stretching out a finger with a burned hand. The other militia took out a small piece of silver and handed it to him with a painful face. The man was quite dissatisfied, but in the militia's glare, he still took out a bullet shell and handed it to him. The latter carefully stretched out his hands, held the bullet shell with both hands and squeezed out of the crowd. He didn't know where to find a thread there, tied it in the groove behind him, and muttered something in his mouth and put it around his neck.

"They are doing amulets."

Meng Lin said honestly.

"This is really quite like the style of the imperial guards of the Song Dynasty back then!"

Yang Feng sighed.

"Marson, this man shot and killed five Jin soldiers."

At this time, Liang Xing came over with a young militia. The latter looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. He followed Liang Xing timidly and knelt down as soon as he saw him.

"He's a good man!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

Then he thought about it and took out a bullet and threw it to him.

"I'll reward you!"

The militia took the bullet and held it with excitement and shivered all over.

"Don't set the fire, it's easy to explode."
Chapter completed!