Hearing that Fang Qifu led his troops to attack, Yang Lin slapped his thigh and said: "Open your mouth, there is no reason to be worried. Now I am just giving you a pillow for sleepiness."
Picking up the sword on the table and putting on the armor with the help of his own soldiers, Yang Lin responded immediately.
In the Song army's camp, the flags were waved and the soldiers dispersed, and soon Xicheng was quietly released.
The army surrounded and annihilated Fang Qifu. Unlike other generals under Fang La's command, Fang Qifu was not very skilled in martial arts and was in command of the central army.
He was one of the few in Fang La's camp who knew how to direct a battle. The others took off their arms and rushed forward with swords in hand, looking like they were fighting in the rivers and lakes.
This time, Fang Qifu kept all the red scarf troops with him. These people were loyal followers of Fang La, and the others were ordinary rebels with various headscarves.
He knew that trying to defeat these Song armies was nothing more than wishful thinking. The only chance now was to attract the Song army's troops and give Ming King Fang La a chance to escape.
When Fang La and others were about to leave the city and fight for a way out, someone came to report: In order to encircle and destroy the reinforcements, the Song army in the west city was lax in its defense, and not many people had withdrawn.
Fang La and others were overjoyed. They immediately put on their armor and asked the rebels in various turbans to come out of the city to help in the battle. He led the red scarf henchmen to secretly kill the west gate.
Abandoning all the trapped refugees, Fang La fled with the Red Scarf Army, all the way to the west.
Yang Lin was not in a hurry to catch up, but ordered his troops to occupy Hangzhou. The defense in the city was empty. The suspension bridge at the west city gate was lowered and no one was responsible for pulling it up. Everyone followed Fang La and fled for their lives.
Soon, the city head of Hangzhou was occupied by the Song army. This famous southeastern city fell for more than a month and returned to the hands of the Song court.
The Song army at the top of the city cooperated with the Song army below and quickly took the initiative on the battlefield. The rebels, who were already weak in combat effectiveness, had no power to fight back.
When Fang Qifu saw the flags changing at the top of the city, he thought that either King Ming had escaped or that King Ming had been killed. There was no objection to a bloody battle here, so he immediately ordered his trusted Red Scarf Army to retreat.
With those cannon fodder at their rear, these people fled quickly, bypassing the cities and counties along the way, and fled to Qingxi County, Muzhou, the headquarters of the Ming Cult.
Cunning Rabbit Sanku, not to mention the Ming Cult who have been plotting rebellion for many years, have their own nest in the mountains of Qingxi County for many years.
As long as he escaped back there, relying on the facilities in the mountains and his familiarity with the jungle roads in the mountains, he would have no fear of government encirclement and suppression.
This is a secret that all core Ming sects know, which is why Fang La was so impatient to escape from Hangzhou without any intention of occupying Hangzhou to resist.
They thought they had left a safe path. Yang Tianning, who was being led behind by Fang Qifu, was a little panicked. These people escaped so fast, could he still come back to report the news——
After Hangzhou was recovered, Yang Lin wrote to the court to ask for credit. It was good to have a reliable boss. The credit for winning the battle would never be shared.
After asking Gong Biao to send someone to Bianliang, Yang Lin held a banquet in a restaurant in Hangzhou to entertain all the gentry and celebrities of the Song Dynasty who were imprisoned and persecuted in the city.
A gray-haired old man, with tears streaming down his face, pushed his way through the crowd and cried: "Young Young Master, where is Young Young Master?"
Yang Lin looked at it carefully and exclaimed: "Shilang Xu, why are you here?"
"I resigned and returned to my hometown, but unexpectedly I encountered this misfortune," Xu Jiang said while crying. It seemed that he had suffered a lot.
Yang Lin had known for a long time that General Xu had resigned and even bought his house. At that time, General Xu had said that he would go back to his hometown. If he remembered correctly, General Xu, like Cai Jing, was from Fujian.
After asking, I found out that Fujian was relatively remote at this time. Generally, scholars who became officials were not willing to go back, but preferred to stay in Suzhou and Hangzhou.
Yang Lin quickly invited him to his side and comforted him: "Mr. Xu is suffering. This is all due to my failure in suppressing the bandits, which caused the elders in Hangzhou to suffer a lot."
A group of beggars-like gentry and celebrities below hurriedly came forward to express their thanks, saying bluntly that it was not Shao Zai, but that the rest of us were just dead bones in the wasteland.
Yang Lin winked, and Gao Bing next to him understood the idea and stood up and said: "Dear fellow villagers, this time Yang Shaozai collected Fangla and worked hard for the sake of the people on the two Zhejiang Roads. Here, I propose that we go to the West Lake to
Build a pavilion for Yang Shaozai to commemorate the success of this campaign."
"Ah? How virtuous and capable I am, how can I not deserve the praise? I don't deserve it." Yang Lin quickly stood up and declined.
He pulled out his sword with a high handle and thrust it into the ground, scaring the people around him to run away.
Holding the handle of the knife and raising his eyebrows, Gao Sanyanei said sternly: "Young Zai only cares about his own integrity and does not care about the wishes of the people of Jiangnan. Does it mean that Gao handle has to die and prove his will before he is willing to accept it?"
The gentry in Hangzhou persuaded one after another: "Young Master should agree."
"Yang Shaozai deserves this building."
"We, the people of Hangzhou, are willing to write tens of thousands of people's books for Mr. Yang to show his virtue."
Seeing the excitement among the crowd, Yang Lin nodded secretly and agreed "helplessly". Only then did Gao Shan put away the sword and stood aside happily.
Fang La broke into several state capitals and more than 40 county capitals and collected countless treasures. Yang Lin took some of them out to appease the local refugees and reward the fighting soldiers.
The rest was handed over to the court, which was probably enough to keep the prodigal emperor Zhao Ji happy for a while.
After a while, the food and drinks were served. These wealthy men who had been locked up for more than a month had long lost their former magnanimity, and several of them choked to death after devouring their food.
Yang Lin had no choice but to smile and advise, now that the conditions are better, you will not suffer any more disasters, it is better to eat slowly and carefully.
Xu Jiang took a few sips of wine, leaned into Yang Lin's ear, and whispered: "Yang Shaozai, before I finished speaking just now, I was interrupted by General Gao. Does Shaozai know that Prime Minister Cai's grandfather and father were both buried in the
"from Hangzhou"
"Oh? So what?"
"Fang La rebelled against the traitors. After taking Hangzhou, he sent people to dig up the grave of Cai Xiangzu and opened a restaurant to humiliate the corpse. It is worse than a beast."
With a pop, the wine in Yang Lin's mouth almost spurted out. After wiping it away, he said in surprise: "Why are the rebels so cruel?"
"Well, it's not Zhu Meng who provoked him. Everyone knows that he is Prime Minister Cai's confidant. This wolf has done a lot of damage to the two Zhejiang roads. Fang La did such immoral things in order to win the hearts of the people."
Zhu Meng and Li Yan, what on earth did these two idiots do? They were able to cause such harm. It is no wonder that they were selected into the Six Thieves even though they were not in high official positions.
Cai Jing's ancestral grave was dug up, which is no small matter. All the Cai family brothers have been prime ministers, and Cai Jing is still in the spotlight.
Cai Jing and Cai Bian, brothers, are both important figures in the court. Once this incident comes out, they will probably black out and faint.
In this era, when someone digs up the ancestral grave, the sadness is not something that future generations can understand.