These helicopters, Li Shimin had initially no intention of using.
With a thousand AKs, a Gatling gun, ample ammunition, and a hundred thousand troops accompanying him.
If he were to deploy these as well, this battle would truly be devoid of any challenge.
However, Wanyan Zonggan's single arrow had truly ignited his temper.
To hell with it!
Since the enemy refuses to play by the rules, I shall show them the consequences of their defiance!
Beside him, Fan Wujiu's face twitched with awkwardness at his enraged words.
After "Wude" (martial virtue), isn't there your "Zhenguan" (era name, implying righteousness)?
So, what need is there for virtue!
Thousands of troops flew over the city walls, the cabin doors opened, and two dark muzzles extended from each aircraft, followed by the distinct gunfire of the "wild chicken neck" (a slang term for a specific firearm).
The Jin soldiers on the ramparts were routed in mere moments. While the Song troops below were formidable and could still return fire intermittently, how could they possibly fight back when being rained upon from above?
Stone throwers inside the city were still hurling stones, but the Tabaibai army had already received orders to withdraw from the moat.
It was fortunate that the "Thousand Armies" were not deployed earlier; otherwise, without knowledge of the stone throwers, they might have been accidentally injured by the aerial projectiles.
Now aware of their presence, the "Thousand Armies" raised their flight altitude, simultaneously strafing the Jin soldiers on the walls and flying towards the city.
Upon spotting the trebuchets, they immediately targeted them with their muzzles.
"Kaka-kaka-kaka~~"
As bullets were fired in rapid succession, the trebuchets were riddled with countless bullet holes, and Jin soldiers nearby were mowed down.
Seeing the trebuchets silenced, Yue Fei outside the city mounted his horse and said to Dong Xian, "Tabaibai army, follow this commander into the city!"
"Yes!"
The ten thousand Tabaibai troops surged into the city once more.
Meanwhile, the Jin forces within the city had descended into complete chaos.
The Qiang, Dangxiang, Bohai, and other ethnic troops who had been conscripted by the Jin revolted instantly. Ignoring the threats of the supervisors, they dropped their weapons and began to flee.
With the Song army guarding the east and west gates, they could only head for the north gate.
Whether Jin or not had nothing to do with them; they were simply eating and fighting. It made no difference who they served!
With the Great Song winning, the Jin would be the ones to suffer. If they retreated into the mountains for a while and then reappeared, they could even get themselves registered as citizens of the Great Song.
Anyone who didn't run was a fool!
Whether they were fools or not was unimportant; what was certain was that Wanyan Dan in the imperial palace was now dumbfounded.
His capable general, Wanyan Zonggan, was dead, the southern gate had fallen, his troops were mutinous and fleeing, and the fall of Beiping City was a foregone conclusion.
He sat there stunned, his hand stroking the armrest of the dragon throne with reluctance. This thing was pure gold!
"Pass my decree, retreat!"
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the palace doors were kicked open, and several tall figures appeared at the entrance, led by Li Shimin.
He was seen shouldering an Aw.
This time, it was Wanyan Dan's turn to be bewildered. "Me?"
"No! You are not Yue Fei! Yue Fei would never commit such treachery!"
"You are even less likely to be Zhao Gou! I've seen him, you are not!"
"How dare you call yourself 'Me,' who exactly are you!"
"Clang~~"
Li Shimin smiled again, then took a collar from his bosom and tossed it over, saying.
"As for who I am, you are not qualified to know~"
"You only need to know that if I wish to sit on the dragon throne in Lin'an, no one from the Old Zhao family would dare utter a single word of objection."
"I heard that you Jin have something called the 'Tribute of Sheep,' so strip your clothes obediently, put this around your neck, and perhaps I'll spare your life!"
"Come, begin your performance~"
The leather collar, with its circle of conical studs, glittered in the sunlight streaming in from outside the hall.
Hearing these words and looking at the collar on the ground, Wanyan Dan's expression immediately changed.
He once again got up from the ground, tidied his robes, and declared righteously.
"No! I am the ruler of a nation, and even in death, I should possess the dignity of a ruler!"
"To have swords pressed against my person would be unbecoming of an emperor, how much less to humiliate me in such a manner!"
"I am willing to return Zhao Huan to the Southern Dynasty, but you will never make me perform the Tribute of Sheep!"
"Oh, then kill him~" Li Shimin said indifferently. wΑp.kanshu伍.net
Han Shizhong was overjoyed. It hadn't even been fifteen minutes!
"Your subordinate obeys!"
With that, he drew his saber and walked towards Wanyan Dan.