The dark clouds reflect the moon, and the firelight reaches the sky.
Under the city of Hangzhou, another wave of Mingjiao believers began to approach crazily, trying to rescue Fang La who was surrounded in the city.
These people often work up the courage to come based on their foolish and loyal superstition, but in the end they end up dying.
After a fight, the Song army began to clean up the battlefield again. These rebels had swept through two Zhejiang roads, three states and forty counties, and their money bags were bulging. Whatever the young master ordered to seize would belong to him. Now the Song army
The fighting enthusiasm of the people was unprecedentedly high, and they wished that rebels would attack the city every day.
Yang Lin stood on the wall of the village, waving a fan to drive away mosquitoes and flies, and said: "But the so-called 'Ming King', who does not care about his own life and is not afraid of death, has lost his human nature and has become a puppet of the Ming Cult. These people must
Eliminate them, otherwise there will be another group of disasters in the future."
Song Jiang whispered: "Young Zai, the young man Gao Bian has been trying to get closer to us recently. The Young Zai is also good to him, but after all, this Yameni is the son of Captain Gao."
Yang Lin smiled and whispered: "So what about Captain Gao? He has only been Su Shi's book boy for a few days, but he really thinks he is a member of the Su family. There is nothing we can't fight for. Liang Shicheng is deeply rooted in the court, we
To fight him, it’s not enough to just develop your own wings, you have to tear him down.”
Song Jiang shook his head, and did not think that Gao Qiu would betray him. Now that his young prime minister was about the same talent as Gao Taiwei, he was already thinking about conquering others, which was too optimistic.
Yang Lin pulled out a wine bag, took a sip and handed it to Song Jiang. He lay on the wall of the village with his hands on his pillow, looked at the full moon in the sky, and said with a smile: "The moon is so round today."
Song Jiang filled his stomach immediately, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "Young Master, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival!"
"Mid-Autumn Festival," Yang Lin showed a trace of confusion in his eyes, and asked: "Gongming, on the night of the full moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival, is there anyone you miss?"
"Why not! I have a group of brothers in Shandong. In the past, we would often get together happily in Mizhou. Now there is only Hua Rong around me, which makes me a little sad when I think about it. Before, there was a bloody battle with Fang La's people outside Bianliang City.
, I killed dozens of brothers, and it was even more desolate." After he finished speaking, he paused, drank a lot of wine, and asked in a drunken state: "Where is the young master?"
"Me? I miss my father and some of my adopted sons. Concubine, when can we settle down and be reunited with our relatives instead of fighting on a bloody battlefield."
Song Jiang laughed: "Young Master, this is not easy. Once Fang La is eliminated, the world will be at peace!"
"Peace in the world? Morning, there are Khitans in the land of Youyan, Dangxiang people to the west of Hengshan Mountain, and a group of ruthless and cold-blooded Jurchens in the white mountains and black waters of the extremely cold land. They all look at the flowers and mountains of the Central Plains and covet the Han people.
My family's land, daughters and wealth." Yang Lin looked up at the bright moon and said calmly: "Sooner or later, I will conquer them all. By then, I don't know how many fights I will have to go through that will be ten thousand times crueler than now.
"
Now there are only three thousand Western troops. Killing Fang La's rebels is like chopping melons and vegetables. More than ten years later, in Baigouhe, these people saw with their own eyes that Yang Keshi, the most capable of the Western troops, was defeated.
Yelu Dashi.
Yelv Dashi's Liao army had no ability to resist when facing the Jurchens. Tens of thousands of Jurchens destroyed the Khitan behemoth and encountered almost no decent resistance.
It's hard to imagine how powerful the Jurchen Barbarians were in their heyday, Yang Lin's face gradually darkened.
Song Jiang's blood boiled after hearing this. With the help of alcohol, he put his hands on his back and looked up at the moon, and extemporaneously said: "My heart is in Shandong and I am in Wu. The floating rivers and seas are sighing. He is aspiring as he is, and he laughs at the champion but he is not his husband!"
"Haha, you have great ambitions. You don't even have a husband as a champion." Yang Lin stood up and patted his butt. The gloom in his heart dissipated a lot because of Song Jiang's poem. It is true that Jurchen warriors are the most powerful in this cold weapon era.
However, as long as the mess within the Song Dynasty is dealt with, no matter how strong he is, it will be in vain.
Whether the Huns were strong or not, and whether the Turks were ruthless, they were driven out of the grasslands and were not even qualified to be our neighbors.
Unless the Han people are in chaos, no one can disrupt the Han people. Now Wanyan Aguda is still the chief of the Jurchen Wanyan tribe. He is busy catching Haidongqing for the Khitan nobles all day long, and he still has plenty of time.
The soldiers below were lining up to return to the camp. They were waiting at the top of the city of Hangzhou, coldly watching the rebels who came to rescue them all die in battle, without any intention of opening the city to support them.
Outside the general's tent, a tall figure stood on the spot, looking around constantly.
After Yang Lin saw it clearly, he smiled and said: "Po Han Wu, you are sneaking around in front of my tent. What do you want?"
When Han Wu heard this, he turned around and said with a smile: "The young master will make fun of me, Han Wu. Although I am a fool, I dare not have any inappropriate thoughts about the young master."
"Then what are you doing here?"
Yang Lin walked into the tent while talking, and Han Wu followed him in and said with a smile: "Young Master, I have an idea and I want to come and tell you."
"Oh? What's your idea? Let me hear it."
When Han Wu talked about business, he became more serious. He pointed at the sand table and said: "Young Zai, we trapped Fang La in Hangzhou. Although we can make this old boy have nowhere to escape, the city of Hangzhou has high walls and thick walls. A rash attack will definitely cause damage."
It’s not easy. According to me, it’s better to open a gap. This group of thieves calls for outsiders to rescue them every day, making it clear that they really want to get out of trouble. He wants to get out, and we want to get in. We hit it off right away. Let’s let him out and get Hangzhou for nothing.
If you don't tell him, he won't be able to get wings, and sooner or later we won't be able to catch him."
Yang Lin thought about it and suddenly realized that Fang Lake was the one who abandoned Hangzhou and fled to Qingxi County and was arrested.
Yang Lin patted his forehead and said: "Why didn't I, the Soldier Saint, think of it! A wise man will always make mistakes. Han Wu, what you think coincides with me. Tomorrow we will let go of Ximen. If Fang Laruo escapes, he will go to his hometown Muzhou."
Qingxi County, when the time comes, I will report to the Emperor and record your merits."
Han Wu's face was overjoyed. He had made countless military exploits in the Western Army, but it was a pity that others took away the credit. In the end, he was still an ordinary soldier who kept complaining.
Yang Lin patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Po Han Wu, I have asked about your resume. You have outstanding military achievements. It's a pity that you are not the one above, right?"
Han Wu nodded helplessly.
Yang Lin laughed: "You are the one with no one on top, and I am the one with few people above. Do you understand what I mean?"
The future King of Qi, Han Shizhong, was a thorny little soldier at this time. After so many years of depression in the complicated Western Army, he finally felt that he could see the moonlight when the clouds cleared. I, Han Wu, would also have a backing in the future?
Or is it such a big backstage?
"Han Wu dares to be so heartless as a way of repaying the favor of Shao Zai!"