Under the Mingzhou City, corpses lay everywhere, and blood flowed all over the ground.
Fang Qifu led his troops and fought Zhang Shuye for three days. The two sides fought fiercely day and night, determined to compete for Huating Port, known as the treasury.
In the big tent, Fang Qifu's face was gloomy. The battle situation under Hangzhou City was heard. Everything here was meaningless.
How could the army of more than 100,000 be defeated so quickly? Fang Qifu slapped the table, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not going to be good for the Holy Duke to launch an army under the city. It's useless for us to capture Mingzhou. It's better to find a way."
Encircle the outside and annihilate the entire Song army under the walls of Hangzhou."
Li Tianrun, who had fled here from Hangzhou City, had a wound on his hand and a bandage, and said loudly: "Annihilate them all? King Ming couldn't defeat nearly 200,000 people, and now there are less than 50,000 left, plus you
We can defeat him with 70,000 yuan. Now we have to open a hole and take out King Ming, so that we can keep the green hills without having to worry about having no firewood."
Fang Qifu was extremely angry and laughed: "Take it out, and then what?"
"Escape to the mountains to avoid the limelight and seek revenge on Yang later!"
Did this guy treat the rebellion as an ordinary trouble? He also avoided the limelight and took revenge a few days later. King Ming's move was too hasty and he didn't make any preparations. Everything went smoothly in the early stage because of the public resentment. Only now did he see the reason for the hasty move.
Disadvantages.
The generals under him had no intention of rebelling at all. They thought it was just in the past, when they hid in the mountains for a few days and the big things became trivial.
Now that Fang La has proclaimed himself emperor, this is something that the Song Dynasty will never tolerate, and the entire country will definitely strangle him.
In addition, capturing Fang La now is a great achievement, how could it be left unclaimed?
Opposite them, in Mingzhou City, Zhang Shuye and Xu Jin were sitting opposite each other drinking tea. The two of them were very relaxed. When the report of the battle in Hangzhou came, it was almost impossible for any more rebels to attack the city. All they had to do was wait for them to die at the foot of Hangzhou City.
Xu Jin had even taken off his armor and was wearing a short green cloth shirt with a plain headband. He took a sip of tea and said: "After Fang La's defeat, his disciples and disciples fled in all directions. I think after this battle, at least
We have three more months of busy work to do. We at Xujiazhuang have the responsibility to defend our territory and cannot leave Mizhou for a long time. After a few days, we will inform the Shaozai and withdraw to Mizhou."
Zhang Shuye wore an official uniform. He was the magistrate of Haizhou. This time, he was sent by Yang Lin to Mingzhou to defend the city because of his achievements in suppressing bandits.
Zhang Shuye was in the camp that day and saw everything. He smiled casually and said, "Master Xu is a close person to the young master. At the moment when we have accomplished this great work, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave."
Yang Lin placed his cronies, cultivated party members, and gave benefits to his own people. He did it openly and without any cover-up. This Xujiazhuang was his most trusted confidant, and he was probably transferred here to share the credit this time.
Xu Jin is an upright man. He hasn't seen these things clearly yet, so Zhang Shuye doesn't mind giving him a few words of advice.
After all, he is not very disgusted with this Shao Zai whose shortcomings are obvious. This person's coming to Jiangnan is a great thing for Jiangnan.
If others come, it is impossible to put down the rebellion so quickly. If nothing else, the people's grievances alone cannot be quelled. In the Song Dynasty, Zhang Shuye didn't think that anyone could kill Zhu Meng as soon as he arrived in Jiangnan. It took so long since the Song Dynasty was founded that the officialdom
You have your own set of rules for a long time. If you dare to break the rules blatantly and wantonly, you must have corresponding trump cards.
Yang Lin has this trump card, which means that he is favored by the emperor. He is a close official of the emperor and has the qualifications to do whatever he wants. At least when Zhao Ji was in power, no one could easily overthrow him unless he committed suicide himself.
In the Song Dynasty, an official who was good at flattering was not scary. A close official who was born in the first place and was so good at flattering, his power was enough for him to do whatever he wanted.
Xu Jin laughed, stood up and said: "Zhang Zhizhou doesn't know our Xujiazhuang. When the Khitans invaded the country, my grandfather led the countrymen to Mizhou to attack, and the Liao people could not advance. The ancestors taught me here, and fame and fortune are of great benefit to me.
It is like a passing cloud, not worth mentioning. Now that Fang La is on his last breath, it is time for us to retire after our success, so that the world can know what Xujiazhuang, Mizhou, Shandong, is like."
Zhang Shuye smiled and said nothing. He didn't believe a word he said. Are you indifferent to fame and fortune? You are indifferent to fame and fortune, so you can get along with Yang Lin. Anyone in the world who is related to Young Master Yang Lin says that he is indifferent to fame and fortune. I don't believe it.
Nothing works.
Before he finished speaking, a villager from outside came in, clasped his fists and said: "Zhizhou, the village owner, the rebels under the city have withdrawn, and she has led her people to pursue them to Hangzhou."
As soon as Xu Jin finished blowing, he was slapped in the face by his daughter. He suddenly felt that his face was dull and embarrassed.
Zhang Shuye stood up and said, "When did the thief leave?"
"They hung the sheep in the camp and beat the drum with their hind hooves. They must have been walking for a while."
Zhang Shuye slapped the table and said: "The thief has lost his military morale, let's chase him!"
Xu Jin grabbed Zhuang Ke and asked, "How many people did Yue Nu bring?"
"Seven or eight, maybe."
Xu Jin's face turned red. He was not chasing the rebels. He was obviously looking for Yang Lin. I'm afraid he would have to go around the rebels.
After all, she was his own daughter. No matter how embarrassing she was, Xu Jin was worried about her safety. Now there were scattered thieves everywhere. Xu Jin immediately ordered to follow Zhang Shuye's men out of the city.
There is really chaos outside the city of Hangzhou, with fleeing rebels and fleeing people everywhere. Fang Qifu led his people to flee Hangzhou, preparing to help Fang La out of the city.
He is an emotional person, and Fang La once saved his life, so he had to repay this kindness.
Fang Qifu, who is riding a horse, is not very fast. He wants to collect the scattered rebels from the road.
The refugees on the roadside were hiding aside, waiting for this group of people to pass by before daring to continue fleeing. Fang Qifu looked at these displaced people, including many orphans, and felt a little guilty for a moment.
He was born as a beggar, and his mother died of cold and starvation in a ruined temple. He can best understand the feelings of these orphans.
Suddenly, a child caught his eye. The child was mixed in the crowd and looked nervously at the people coming and going. He was no different from an ordinary orphan.
But this orphan has a scary face and ugly scars that are hard to forget after just one look.
This was clearly the benefactor who had saved him in the past. Fang Qifu rode over, but Yang Tianning had long forgotten the beggar.
Seeing Fang Qifu coming over, Yang Tianning's heart jumped into his throat, and his face looked frightened.
"My little benefactor? Why did we end up like this? Is there also a war in Yangzhou?"
Yang Tianning had an idea and pretended to be mute, saying a few words and just waving his hands.
Looking at him, no one would be suspicious, because he was persecuted as a child and even when he was wearing brocade clothes, he looked like a refugee.
Fang Qifu pondered for a moment, then lifted him up and put him on his horse. He took out a piece of dry food from his bag and said, "How can my little benefactor survive the chaos of war by himself? Why don't you follow me to save King Ming? As long as I
If you live one day, you will save your little benefactor for one day."
It's not that he didn't know that Fang La's situation was very dangerous, but it was still too dangerous for an orphan in this war-torn place where law and order had been lost.
Yang Tianning sat on the horse, rolled his eyes, and the fear in his heart disappeared.
This man is obviously the leader of the rebel bandits. It is not as easy to gather information on the road as it is to go to the thieves' den——
Hangzhou City, in the back garden of Fangla Palace.
Fangla's palace was built on the original palace. The blue waves are rippling in the lake. The pavilion in the center of the lake has red pillars and green tiles, and the four corners are flying, like a swallow spreading its wings.
The tall and majestic main hall has a front hall, a screen wall, a cloister, a middle hall, a courtyard garden, a back hall, a back garden, an attached garden, rows of houses, and a courtyard and pavilion. It is very luxurious.
None of this gave Fang La any sense of belonging. This place would soon no longer belong to him, and everyone knew this.
Fang La was very anxious. After being surrounded for so long, his subordinates came to die in batches, but the strongest one, Fang Qifu, was nowhere to be seen.
Shi Bao was chattering on the side: "That white-eyed wolf has been in the religion for such a short time, so he is not a good person. King Ming has been surrounded for so long, but his 70,000 troops have not been seen."
Everyone present knew that he was talking about Fang Qifu. When people are helpless and desperate, they always like to find a scapegoat and verbally abuse him.
Fang La held the railing with his hand, and the wood he grasped was slightly dented, with several finger marks on it.
"Shut up! The Seven Buddhas are not ungrateful people. The officers and soldiers haven't attacked yet, why are you making a mess first?"
Fang La's prestige was still there, so all his arrogant soldiers and generals shut their mouths, and the pavilion in the middle of the lake filled with sighs.
Suddenly, a soldier rushed over. He came close and clasped his fists and said: "Holy Duke, there are shouts of killing outside. It's General Fang Qifu who is coming to kill."