Fang La's attacks had been frustrated in recent days, and Fang Qifu's road was blocked in Mingzhou. The overwhelming momentum during the uprising was gone, and everyone became a little agitated.
Rebellion is not something you can regret later. It is a path of no return. Once you choose to rebel, you can never look back.
Fang La's own patience was also worn out. After claiming to be a Holy Gong, the initial excitement was no different.
The drums were beaten to summon the generals, Fang La was sitting on the dragon chair, and the generals below came slowly.
"Prince Ming, why did you call us here so early?" Shi Bao asked sleepily.
"How dare you call me Shenggong!" Han Yun, who was originally an official in the Song Dynasty, said angrily.
When Shi Bao heard this, he immediately lost his temper. He went up and grabbed Han Yun's collar and lifted him up: "Just shut up! I regret that I bumped into you, a surrendered dog officer! I followed Prince Ming."
At that time, you were still serving as the bird official, now it is your turn to show off your majesty."
After saying that, he punched Han Yun in the eye socket, until stars appeared in his eyes, black blood vomited from his mouth, and he fainted.
Fang La wanted to scold him, but was afraid of hurting his old brother because of his demotion. He frowned and said, "Shi Bao, he just said something, why did you beat him half to death?"
As soon as he said this, Shi Bao snorted and threw Han Yun to the ground. All the Song Dynasty ministers in the hall had their teeth trembled.
How can such people achieve anything? They are just a group of strong men.
"I called you here because I actually have something big to do. I spent the whole night thinking about it and didn't sleep at all. After thinking about it, waiting like this is not an option. Why don't you brothers keep me safe and talk to you outside the city?
The Song army fought for a time. If we fight across the river, if we fail, we will retreat to Hangzhou and never go out. If it doesn't work, we will retreat to the cave in our hometown. As long as we abandon the city of Hangzhou and live happily in the cave of Qingxi Town, who can
What can we do?"
"Yes!" Seeing that Fang La had made a decision, all the generals in the palace raised their hands and said yes.
Fang La had never read any military books, and he only thought that it would be safest to bring all the soldiers with him when fighting.
How could there be a mistake in having too many people? It is better for two to fight one than for one to fight alone. With this idea in mind, all the rebels near Hangzhou were driven to the north gate, preparing to vigorously attack the Song Army camp.
When the news came, Yang Lin couldn't wait any longer. He slapped the table and said, "Follow the original deployment and meet the enemy!"
The rebel bandits all over the mountains and plains had no structure, not even a formation, and they rushed towards them howling.
The momentum of this mountain roaring like a tsunami was really scary. Yang Lin carefully directed the forbidden troops to form a formation to resist.
To his surprise, after the first wave of these menacing rebels was blocked, the impact continued to decrease.
Many people were crowded in the back, not knowing what to do. They couldn't run forward and there was no way to move forward. Many people were stunned on the battlefield.
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
On the contrary, for the Forbidden Army, all kinds of daily training have been confirmed at this moment. The experience accumulated by the forefathers in countless battle formations during the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the formation of the infantry of the Song Dynasty, have once again demonstrated their power.
The morale of the Imperial Guards increased as they fought harder, and the rush they had when they first entered the battle formation has turned into the ease they have now.
Yang Lin looked at the situation that was gradually becoming clearer and thought unkindly that Fang La was really a natural training stone.
After this battle, the combat effectiveness of the 50,000 forbidden troops he led has at least increased by several levels.
After all, no matter how many times you practice on the school field, you won't get as much experience as doing this in actual combat.
Why is the Western Army so powerful? They have to fight with the Qiang people every day. Either you die or I die.
The Song soldiers who were hiding behind their shields had their bows ringing in their hands, and sharp arrows falling like rain. The rebels who were squeezed in were unable to fight back. Those who were lucky could still hold up their shields and hide, while those with less skill could only
He was shot to death in front of his eyes.
At this time, Yang Lin waved his hand gently, causing the flag to flutter, and the drums beat loudly, and a cavalryman came out with a diagonal thrust.
Xin Xingzong led his troops to charge over. They had never fought such a strange battle. They had never killed people so neatly, like cutting melons and vegetables. Some soldiers even killed with mercy.
Han Shizhong could no longer wield his sword to cut the enemy, and his blade had already curled up. The people and horses were crowded, but the speed was getting faster and faster. If he was not careful, he would fall off his horse and be drowned in the "torrent" of escape.
Xin Xingzong and the others could only sheath their swords, and with an order, everyone tightly controlled the horses, just like foreign men on the grassland driving cattle and sheep, and drove the rebels to flee.
There was a bloody atmosphere ahead, and Yang Lin ordered the war drums to be beaten, and the three armies attacked to expand the results.
Fang La and others lost their helmets and armor, covered with sweat, and looked equally embarrassed. They fled back to Hangzhou City and hung up the large suspension bridge at Yongjinmen. Many soldiers who were still on it fell into the moat.
The people outside saw that Fang La had abandoned them and had no way to go to heaven or earth, so they had no choice but to kneel on the ground and raise their hands in surrender.
Yang Lin's face was full of excitement, and he ordered not to kill the prisoners. This was only the city of Hangzhou, and there were still more than 40 counties in three states in the south of the Yangtze River in Fang La's hands. As long as there was a rumor that he would surrender without killing, there would be countless people fleeing.
Under the city of Hangzhou, the officers and soldiers began to collect prisoners. These people were very cooperative. They were originally a group of honest and honest farmers, and their respect for the government was engraved in their bones. If Zhu Meng and Li Yan hadn't forced them to have no way out, who would have been willing to follow Fang La in the rebellion.
Now that I have left my weapons behind, it is like having a nightmare. Fortunately, Yang Lin has ordered that the soldiers who surrendered will not be held accountable, and they can even be dismissed and returned to their hometowns.
This, together with the killing of Zhu Meng's family and the abolition of the Yingfeng Bureau, were the biggest factors in suppressing the rebellion.
After winning the first battle, Yang Lin was immediately surrounded by a group of generals, led by Gao Bian, who began to flatter him.
It is said that Yang Lin was the reincarnation of Sun Wu and Wu Qi was reborn. If Yang Lin had been allowed to take charge of the army earlier, the Khitan Xixia would have been destroyed several times.
Xin Xingzong and others were extremely embarrassed on the sidelines. If the princes from the northwest saw this level of competition, they would probably laugh out loud. Yang Lin's command before the battle was only satisfactory and made no mistakes.
Yang Lin stretched out his hand to stop the evil trend, and scolded him sternly: "Don't flatter me, how can I not be self-aware? How can I have such a high standard compared to Jiang Shang and Han Xin?
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Xin Xingzong, Han Wu and others nodded secretly. The young master was still a polite and courteous person, and somehow he had such a good reputation. He was obviously an upright gentleman.
Yang Lin paused and continued: "At best, I can only be as good as Zhuge Liang in the late Han Dynasty or Li Jing in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. I would never dare to be a god of war, but I am still about the same as a military sage."
Xin Xingzong:
The tall-handled monster screamed: "Young Master's humble heart will shine through the ages! Those who will eventually be moved will cry."