The men and horses of Xujiazhuang have been retained since the war against the Liao Dynasty.
In addition, Xu Jin is a smuggler. Like a salt dealer, it is a high-risk profession, and these people under him often practice it.
On the pier, Brother Xie Zhen Jie Bao from the Huating Shipping Department greeted him enthusiastically and said with a smile: "Master Xu Zhuang has come a long way to work hard. Please come to the lobby to rest."
The people in Huating City's Shipping Department are all Song Jiang's subordinates, and they are very familiar with Xu Jin.
After everyone was polite, Xu Jin smiled arrogantly: "Yang Shaozai's troops are like a god, and the soldiers and horses from all directions are flowing like pearls in an endless stream. Although it is a perfect strategy, it is a little too careful.
Fang La is a bandit. If this thief is in Shandong, there is no need for the imperial court to send troops. I only need two thousand men from my village to discipline him and wipe him out.
Now let him occupy the big county, killing officials and abusing the people, so rampant. Now that we are here, we can't waste any time, go and annihilate Fang La as soon as possible, and then come back to talk to you and others about the past."
Xie Zhen Jie Bao was a little embarrassed. Taking advantage of the fact that they were all on his own, he pulled Xu Jin aside and whispered: "The young master has ordered you to stay in Mingzhou and wait until the time is right to go and do some military exploits."
Xu Jin's old face turned red, his lips trembled slightly in anger, and he snorted coldly. Xu Jin, who originally thought he was the main force and felt good about himself, suddenly fell into the ice hole.
He thought that his son-in-law had a keen eye and knew how powerful Xujiazhuang was, so he specially invited him to help in the battle. He did not expect that he was brought here to take credit for his merits.
Shame!
"While others are fighting, we stand aside and watch, and we have to share the merits of the war. I, a seven-foot-tall man named Xu Jin, have fought against the Liao bandits for generations and protected the township party. How can I do such a thing!"
Xu Jin was not short of money. He had made a huge fortune from smuggling in Xujiazhuang for generations, but he did not want to be an official.
The only thing he wanted was to become famous and regain the glory of his grandfather. He finally got this opportunity, but it happened in such a shameful way that he was trembling with anger.
Brother Jie Zhen and Jie Bao looked at each other, sighed and began to persuade. At this time, a messenger arrived on horseback. He saw Brother Jie Zhen and Jie Bao from a distance. He rode up and shouted on the horse: "Jie Tiju, Mingzhou
We were surrounded by Fang La's people, and the mountains and plains were full of rebels. Guard Zhang Shuye sent someone to ask for reinforcements."
Xu Jin's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands and said: "Haha, two brothers, the war is urgent and there is no need to delay. Mingzhou has to save us. After we have made a name for ourselves, can Yang Shaozai still look down on me?"
The soldiers and horses of Xujiazhuang were all covered in leather armor, holding long spears and Japanese knives at their waists. They showed their noble temperament. Each of them was tall and strong, and he didn't look like a weakling. They set up a formation and were led by the Xu family's father and daughter.
Rushing to Mingzhou——
On the bank of Taihu Lake, the main forces of the two armies faced each other across a bridge, and Li Tianrun, a subordinate of the newly proclaimed Holy Duke Fang La, went into battle.
Li Tianrun was senior, highly skilled in martial arts, and brave in temperament, but he was not as patient as Fang Qifu.
When he arrived in the army, he launched three fierce attacks without caring about the casualties, leaving countless corpses behind. Only then did he calm down.
Through his command over the past few days, Yang Lin also saw that the strength of the Forbidden Army had declined seriously, and he was afraid that he would no longer be able to retain his position as the most powerful soldier in the Song Dynasty.
The mere rebels have crude weapons and rough tactics. They can only win with generals and cannot take much advantage.
Standing on the observation deck of the high hill, Yang Lin looked up into the distance, and suddenly a little fat black man ran up below.
Song Jiang climbed up to the stage and said excitedly: "Young Zai, all the troops have arrived. After the past few days of fighting, the rebels' spirit has faded. We have the numerical advantage. Can we fight decisively?"
Yang Lin looked at him and said: "There are only half of Fang La's troops here, which is comparable to the 50,000 forbidden troops. There are hundreds of thousands of rebels in Hangzhou city. Do you think those soldiers are their opponents?"
Song Jiang said in astonishment: "We have to fight. The imperial court has repeatedly urged us. If we can't win a big victory, I'm afraid there will be more and more criticism and slander against Shaozai."
Yang Lin looked north and said, "The gangsters are all in place. I'm waiting for someone who can fight to come. Let's start a fight!"
"Young Master, are you talking about the reinforcements from Yan'an East Road? We can wait, but we are afraid that Fang La will take action in advance."
Yang Lin chuckled and said: "I have all the movements of the rebels in my hands. I know them very well. I will know as soon as they make a move."
Song Jiang suddenly realized, he picked up his thumb and said: "It turns out that the young master has planted an informer a long time ago. He is indeed a traitor. He has predicted the enemy first and used his troops like a god!"
Yang Lin glanced at him and said viciously: "Strange, I have received news that Xin Xingzong's three thousand elite cavalry will arrive today, why haven't they come yet?"
Song Jiang raised his hands to block the sun and looked into the distance. Suddenly he saw a dark crowd pouring out from the horizon, all of them cavalry.
"Shaozai! They are coming."——
In the suburbs of Hangzhou, countless people were displaced because of the war. These people slowly gathered and formed piles of refugees.
Fang La has not yet had time to rectify the refugees. These people's homes were burned down during the war and it is not easy to resettle them without a home.
Among these people, a few scattered orphans were even less noticeable. One of them was carrying a broken bowl, walked to a stone stool, squatted on a stone, and messed around with small stones in a bored manner.
painting.
There was a child behind him, picking lice out of his hair.
"Brother, two groups of people have come out of Hangzhou in the past few days and are heading south. There are about a thousand people in total."
The squatting boy's expression remained normal. He looked around inadvertently and drew some strange symbols on the stone.
Then he lowered his voice and scolded: "How many times have I told you not to call me brother? Why can't you remember?"
The child behind him stuck out his tongue, not daring to disobey, obviously listening to his words. Looking closer, the two children with faint scars on their faces were none other than Yang Tianren and Yang Tianning.
Yang Tianren has a steady nature and is usually taciturn, but he sincerely cares for his brothers. Therefore, others also obey him and are willing to listen to his words.
Only Yang Tianai's younger brother, Yang Tianci, is relatively weak and does not like to learn martial arts. Instead, he likes to study some weird things. He is particularly fascinated by strange Dunjia, strange skills, and craftsmanship.
On weekdays, he tinkered with some strange characters and taught them to his brothers to use them to convey messages. Now he just put them into use.
Several of Yang Lin's adopted sons took the initiative to ask for war, and took a group of children from the Long Live Battalion to sneak behind enemy lines to inquire about the military situation.
The identity of children is their best disguise. The war brought countless orphans, and no one would suspect a dirty orphan.
These children, because of the Long Live Camp, have been able to protect themselves by practicing martial arts since childhood.
It's just that these refugees are real refugees. To survive here, they need to struggle on their own.
A Fang La rebellion not only trained Yang Lin's gangster men, but also the entire Long Live Battalion was put to the test.