Khitan Xijing Road, Ningbian Prefecture, Yellow River Ferry.
Carriage after carriage came over the bridge in an endless stream, making Yelu Dashi's team wait for a full three-quarters of an hour.
Yelu Dashi's patience ran out little by little. He stepped forward and pointed his riding whip at a Khitan man commanding the cavalry, and asked: "Which state are you from and what do you do?"
Although this person recognized that the team in front of him was the honor guard of Khitan Linya, he was still a little arrogant and said with a smile: "Master, we are from Xiao Xiangguo. It would be inconvenient to reveal to you any more."
For a small servant of the Prime Minister's Mansion to speak to Khitan Linya like this, he was equivalent to being a governor in Cai Jing's Mansion. He was as arrogant as Yang Lin, and it would be hard for anyone to tolerate him.
However, in Khitan, Xiao Fengxian's power is far greater than that of Cai Jing, while Yelu Dashi has not yet compared with Yang Lin.
He suppressed his anger, but his subordinates could no longer listen. A Khitan warrior clenched the spear in his hand, threw it out with a roar, and stuck it in the wood next to the arrogant servant.
This man was so frightened that he immediately excreted and urinated. He was a slave of the Xi tribe, so how dare he be?
The Khitan warriors laughed loudly. At this time, a head emerged from the motorcade. They glanced at it and quickly closed the curtain.
Yelu Dashi happened to catch a glimpse and said angrily: "Why are there people from the Song Dynasty in the car!"
Several warriors stepped forward and opened the curtain. As expected, three men dressed in Song Dynasty clothes were hidden.
When these people saw Yelu Dashi's men, they were not afraid and looked at them with squinted eyes.
Yelu Dashi rode up to him and asked, "Who are you?"
"Stop!" A middle-aged scribe came out of the motorcade. Although he was a Khitan, he was also somewhat elegant and Confucian.
Yelu Dashi snorted coldly and said: "It turns out to be Xiao Dalang. It seems that this is really the Prime Minister's motorcade."
"That's natural." Xiao Yu is Xiao Fengxian's distant nephew and his confidant. No one in the Khitan Dynasty knows it.
Yelu Dashi's face became more and more solemn. He was about to go to negotiate with the Song people and the Mongolian tribes. Why were there Song people in the prime minister's motorcade?
"I wonder what's in the car?" Yelu Dashi asked quietly.
Xiao Yu's eyebrows flew into his temples and he said in a sinister voice: "Dashi Linya, you have gone too far."
Yelu Dashi winked, and a Khitan warrior beside him, holding a big ax in his hand, rode forward, reined in the horse, raised his hooves and split the carriage.
With a swipe of the brush, treasures were scattered all over the floor!
Under the sun, the golden light is dazzling, beads are flowing everywhere, and it is dazzling.
Prime Minister's Mansion, Song Dynasty people, treasure
Yelv Dashi suddenly felt a heart attack. These thieves are causing great harm to the country. They have to destroy the whole empire of Daliao and destroy it.
Xiao Yu's face turned green and red, and he said loudly: "Dashi Linya, do you want to rebel? Can you afford it if the Prime Minister pursues the case?"
The warriors behind Yelu Dashi were all filled with righteous indignation and were ready to fight as soon as he gave the order.
Yelu Dashi, who was riding on the horse, had a complicated look on his face. Compared with Xiao Fengxian, his power was very small.
The other party said that he would be destroyed, just for a moment, and he really did not dare to offend this powerful prime minister.
But now it is obvious that Xiao Fengxian is going to take bribes and betray the country. As the eighth generation grandson of Yelu Abaoji, Yelu Dashi is naturally unwilling to sit back and watch his ancestor's foundation be destroyed.
Xiao Yu was very frightened in his heart. He was a little timid and said in a good voice: "Big Stone Linya, these are given to the Prime Minister by King Xiao of the Northwest Road Recruitment Department. You should get out of the way and I promise to go back to Beijing."
, never mentioned this matter."
Yelu Dashi's heart was ashen and his face was pale. This Xiao Yu deliberately mentioned the Northwest Recruitment Division, which was the headquarters of Xiao Fengxian's younger brother Xiao Sixian.
In other words, once he gets into trouble, hundreds of thousands of troops will come and trample people like him into a pulp.
The foundation of the Yelu family had been destroyed like this, and there was nothing the family could do. Yelu Dashi sighed and waved his hand.
The warriors under his command obeyed the order and dispersed one after another to let the Song people and the carriage pass.
After all the convoys passed by, Xiao Yu sneered and left with the convoy.
Yelu Dashi felt a tightness in his chest, which made him breathless. He closed his eyes tightly, and the warriors around him said nothing, staring closely at his master.
Suddenly Yelu Dashi waved his hand, and everyone crossed the bridge. Yelu Dashi, the last one to come over, looked at the back of the retreating convoy, and his eyes seemed to burst out of fire.
Before the negotiations started, the Song people had already sent dozens of carts of treasure to Khitan. How could we still negotiate?
Yelu Dashi, who was extremely angry, suddenly erupted into a tiger roar, and the surrounding warriors were all excited. They wanted to follow this domineering man immediately, rush back and kill everyone in the convoy!
Yelu Dashi snatched the big ax from his men's hands and started hacking at it. After a while, wood chips were flying, and this important ferry bridge on the Yellow River fell into the fast river with a bang.
The No. 1 scholar in both civil and military affairs, the last Khitan God of War, he truly deserves his reputation!
The warriors present all felt the indignation in their master's heart, and all of them looked solemn and did not say a word.
The dust and sand on the Xijing Road in the Liao Dynasty blocked the sky and the sun. Several Song people in the carriage were generals of the Western Army. The roar of Yelu Dashi could be heard from a long distance away.
"What a pity, he's a man!"
"If this Khitan man is Han'er, I am willing to follow such a person."
At this time in Xiazhou, Yang Lin was taking people from the Kele tribe to visit the bustling urban area of Xiazhou.
The mountains of supplies made Huerzha salivate. The things here could be taken to the Mongolian grasslands as they were in short supply and worth fighting for.
Yang Lin smiled and said: "Well, we must keep the tea-horse trade route! This is very important to you. The cold wind in the grassland comes hard, and there is a murderous wind in autumn! If there is no food, how can we survive?
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Huerzha nodded and said: "Everything Yang Shaozai said is true. In this negotiation with the Khitan people, our Kelie tribe will all listen to Yang Shaozai."
Yang Lin secretly thought, this is because we have the same interests, so you should just listen to me.
He said with a smile: "I am very willing to exchange these materials with you, but to be honest, the Mongolian grassland does not have so many goods we need to exchange these materials."
Hu Er Zha's already red face deepened his eyes. The Song people in front of him were right. Apart from war horses and animal skins, there was nothing else that the Han people needed in Mongolia. Especially after they destroyed Xixia, they themselves were not short of these things.
.But the Han people’s supplies are all the Mongols covet.
Yang Lin saw his embarrassment and smiled: "However, I am very willing to send a group of soldiers from Mongolia as mercenaries of the Song Dynasty."
"mercenary?"
"That's right, the warriors of your tribe, who come to the Song Dynasty to fight for us, can get back a mountain of supplies."