In front of the general stage, everything was silent and filled with a sense of solemnity. Everyone looked at Yang Lin in disbelief.
Behind him, several soldiers from the Long Live Battalion stepped forward with knives. Only then did they wake up Cao Ning and others. They jumped on their feet and said: "This person is not guilty of capital punishment, and this person is not guilty of capital punishment!"
Even though during the Song Dynasty, civilian officials often suppressed military generals, those who were bullied were those with poor backgrounds, such as Di Qing, who is still remembered by the people of Kaifeng to this day.
The family of the Forbidden Army is deeply rooted in the family. Who dares to tease someone easily? Even if there are ruthless people who dare to provoke them, they will kill and behead them if they disagree with them.
The general who was watching Yang Lin's excitement became nervous and stepped forward to persuade him.
Yang Lin didn't say anything, and none of the soldiers of the Long Live Battalion stopped. The bodies of the four arrogant young men had long been hollowed out, and their hands were cut behind their backs and pinned to the generals' platform.
Suddenly, with the knife hanging from his neck, the man was about to collapse.
Cao Ning shouted loudly, his legs trembling, Wang Meng and others also burst into tears, and they still had the demeanor of a general.
The sun was strong and all things were visible. These people ignored the military orders and relied only on their background. They were not very hard-core and dared to go against the commander-in-chief of the three armies. At this time, their true colors were revealed, and the Forbidden Army men below him began to despise them from the bottom of their hearts. On weekdays,
He was so majestic that he was so frightened that he peed his pants.
The soldiers of the Long Live Battalion did not pause at all because of the intercession of many generals. They pressed down, drew their swords, and beheaded them all in one go. The blood spattered and looked extremely scarlet under the scorching sun.
Holding back the nausea in his chest, Yang Linhan stepped forward with a stern face, pointed at the four headless corpses, and said loudly: "I don't care what you did in the past. From today to the day when the conquest of Fang La is completed, my commander's words are military orders.
,Military orders are like mountains, and those who violate them should respect them."
Yang Lin stretched out his hand, and the soldier behind him handed over a large pen, which was soaked in the blood on the ground. Yang Lin walked to the handsome flag on the general platform and wrote with a pen: Those who have merit will be rewarded and those who disobey orders will be killed.
The eight red letters were dripping with blood, and the three armies stood in awe. The disdain, confusion and humiliation just now were all gone, replaced by heartfelt conviction.
The general is the soul of an army. A commander who bullies the weak and fears the strong cannot win the support of his soldiers.
In the 150th year since the founding of the Song Dynasty, whoever dared to kill the noble relatives of the imperial family during the general ordering would be killed by four
The young champion scholar of Bianliang, known for his arrogance and domineering, flattering and courting the emperor's ministers, showed his courageous and strong side for the first time.
The buttock next to her was spanked to a pulp, and she had long forgotten howling. Her eyes were round and she didn't even blink.
In this silence, Yang Lin waved his hand, drums sounded loudly, flags were waved, and the army to conquer Fangla officially set off from Bianliang.
After leaving Bianliang City, Yang Lin took a boat to go ahead. As the envoy of the two Zhejiang Road pacification system, he needed to go to Jiangnan first to coordinate the overall situation——
It took half a month after the army left. With its high city and thick walls, Hangzhou was still in Song Ting's hands.
Under the city of Hangzhou, on the high hill, there is the big tent of Fang La.
At this time, Fang La's army already numbered one hundred thousand, some of whom surrendered on their own, some who were impoverished and forced to join, and some who were coerced. The morale of the team that had just been raised was the most important.
When it's busy.
Fang La divided them into categories and distinguished them by wearing turbans of different colors on their heads. Among them, the red scarf army composed of Fang La's Mingjiao followers was the most brave and was the trump card in his hand.
Although Fang La was known as the Ming King at this time, he ate and slept with his soldiers. He was wearing a shirtless white cloth short coat, green silk kung fu trousers, and leggings. He was sitting on a small stool, just like a strong neighbor next door.
's uncle.
There was a short table in front of them, with several large tea bowls on it, and they were discussing the attack on Hangzhou City with several of the sect's henchmen.
Fang La has a tall body and a face with a Chinese character. His face is sharp and angular, his eyes are bright and his nose is high. Wherever he sits, he looks indescribably majestic.
If you pause and stare at it, you can't help but feel passionate and excited, and suddenly feel the emotion "This is what a man should do." It's no wonder that countless heroes in the south of the Yangtze River are willing to serve under his tent, causing chaos in the Zhao family.
"Jiangnan was harmed by Zhu Meng and Li Yan, and we were discovered by the dog officer Yang Lin, so we had no choice but to take action in advance. I originally thought that the worst case would be a dead end, but this high-spirited man would not be in vain. I never thought that the soldiers of Zhao Guan's family would be so unbearable. You
My brother is tired of going to Xiazhou County as if in a dream. This time, as long as the city of Hangzhou is captured, why not join the Zhao Guan family across the river to rule and share the world. He can cede land to the Northern Banners, why can't he cede it to us, men of the same clan as the Han family?
Give up a piece of territory."
After Fang La finished speaking, everyone around the small table burst into laughter. Behind them, a woman in plain clothes without makeup, who was surprisingly beautiful, heard the words "dog officer Yang Lin", but there was a hint of panic in her expression, and she lowered her head.
I stared at my belly and didn't know what I was thinking.
Opposite Fang La, a young general said slowly: "If we can capture Hangzhou as soon as possible, then the ignorant and treacherous ministers of the Song Dynasty will be afraid of us."
"There are not many people in Hangzhou. There are only Zhao Yue, the official visiting envoy, and Zhao Ting, the state magistrate. They are both mediocre people. We will wait for a few more days and wait for the brothers in the city to make a plan. We will cooperate with each other inside and outside. Hangzhou will soon be
You can get it."
The person who spoke had a scar on his face. It was none other than Li Tianrun, the fierce general who showed off his might outside Bianliang City and almost split Song Jiang in half with a knife.
The Ming Cult has been operating in Jiangnan for a long time, and before Fang La became the leader, there were many branches.
These people are of little use on weekdays, but once they are used as internal agents in the city, the effect will be fatal.
Because of this secret, everyone in the tent looked relaxed, talking and laughing.
Fang La turned his head inadvertently, caught a glimpse of the foster daughter behind him, frowned and asked, "Miaolian?"
Fang Miaolian suddenly raised his head, his heart skipped a beat, and he stammered: "Ah? Yes, it was Yang Lin, the bad official, who saw through this."
"What a bitch, we are talking about the city of Hangzhou, why have you been so distracted recently?" Fang La did not suspect at all, his adopted daughter was raised since childhood and would never betray him.
Fang Miaolian cheered up and said: "My daughter has been thinking about the attack on Hangzhou these days. It is inevitable that we will be attacked by the Song army from the south if we conquer Hangzhou. When the time comes, we may not be able to withstand the attack from both sides. My foster father,
I want to go south to develop believers."
After thinking about it carefully, what she said made sense. Fang La thought that his adopted daughter was a girl after all, so it was really inconvenient to fight. It would be good to go to the south.
"Take more people with you. Huo Chengfu and Chen Houtong in Chuzhou are already in trouble. After you go, you have to calm them down and let them be used by me."