Cold sweat broke out among the troops. The Western Army indeed had the idea of raising bandits, and Yang Shaozai spoke out mercilessly.
The embarrassing memories of traveling up and down Bianliang in the past few years, but having no connections, and no one accepted the gifts I wanted to give suddenly came to my mind.
After a few days, I finally got a taste of having my back against a big tree. Even without the help of people like myself, Yang Shaozai blocked all the overt and covert attacks in the court.
As a result, people like me, being smart, have annoyed this new noble in the court and taught him how not to be impatient.
Since ancient times, local general groups have consciously united to protect themselves, but Yang Lin did not want the Western Army to become the Guan Ning Army of the Ming Dynasty in later generations.
Fortunately, in general, the Western Army was stronger than the Guan Ning Army in later generations. After all, few of the senior generals paid gold in the late Northern Song Dynasty.
Yang Lin wiped his eyelids and looked at the seed masters below, including the three sons of the Western Army who were in charge of business. He secretly debated in his heart: It is best to use it for me.
The bustle in the world is all for the sake of coming, and the hustle and bustle in the world is all for the sake of going away.
It is better to tie them into the commercial empire tank of the Banzai Battalion and let everyone in the Western Army profit from it. This is the right approach.
Thinking of this, Yang Lin already had some clues. Of course, he still couldn't let them down easily now, otherwise he wouldn't be able to control them in the future.
Yang Lin snorted coldly and said: "I am a little tired, you can go."
The seed master rushed forward with a look of urgency in his eyes and shouted loudly: "Young Master!"
"see a visitor out."
Several personal guards stood at the door, waved their hands and said: "General Zhong, please."
The seed master sighed, bowed to Yang Lin, and walked out of the hall with a few disciples.
Yao Shu, who was accompanying them, saw that it was Lu Qian who was taking them out. They had the experience of traveling together when they returned east, and the two of them were familiar with each other, so he begged: "Brother, we made a big mistake this time, what should we do?
You have been following Shao Zai for a long time, so you need to give us a hand."
When Master Zhong heard this, his expression changed. He didn't expect that Yao Shu had such a relationship. He knew Lu Qian's identity and was inseparable from Yang Shaozai, so he quickly slowed down.
Lu Qian smiled bitterly and said, "I have an idea. If I have one, I'll let you know. The young master is usually very talkative, and he can joke with us casually, and he won't be too upset if he contradicts him a few words. But.
When it comes to national affairs, no one else can even think of changing his mind."
Yao Shu looked bitter and said, "Is there no way to remedy this? We all know we are wrong."
Shaking his head, Lu Qian said: "Just wait for my news. If the young master wants to punish you, he won't delay it tonight. I'll step forward to find out. If he wants to let you go, I will tell you."
But you can talk ugly things up front. I don’t dare to discount the errands ordered by Young Master. If there is an order, I won’t reveal even a single word in advance, let alone show mercy.”
Yao Shu was overjoyed and bowed deeply: "Thank you, brother."
Back in the lobby, Yang Lin sat on the bunk again. Hearing Lu Qian come in, he said calmly: "Autumn is deep and frosty, the weather is getting colder, and winter is coming very quickly this year. In a few days, the Bianhe River will be
It's frozen, where are Song Jiang and the others now?"
"Returning to Shaozai, the previous letter said that he had arrived at Yingtian Mansion. According to the distance, he should reach Kaifeng Mansion in less than half a month."
Yang Lin hummed and said: "Fill the Duan family's house with more expensive utensils. Don't short-change their expenses, especially don't short-change the princess's. Forget it, you don't have to worry about it. I'll let Yun
Mother will do it. Some of the Dali treasures and treasures brought back this time will be kept in the house, and the rest will be handed over to Gen Yue. A Dali-style courtyard will be opened to the south of Gen Yue for Your Majesty to enjoy."
Lu Qian nodded and said, "Young Master, do you have any other instructions?"
Yang Lin shook his head, Lu Qian turned around and left, walked to the door, suddenly turned around and said: "Shao Zai, that boy Yao Shu just asked his subordinates about Shao Zai's intentions."
"First hit with two sticks. I also prepared some sweet dates. This lesson also reminds us that it is not advisable to let the northwest generals autonomous the Western Army. How can we feel at ease if the knife is not in our hands?"
Lu Qian chuckled lightly and said, "It's easy for me, I won't tell him anything and let them worry for a few days first."
"How many days have I been anxious? How many days have I been anxious because these bird people have done this? Not to mention the blisters on my mouth, and I almost can't even hold my urine in. I'll fuck them. Well, in front of Laojun,
It's not appropriate to be rude, please step back."
Yang Lin looked at the kind-faced statue of Lao Jun, and suddenly felt guilty. He quickly recited the Qingxin Mantra silently several times and meditated with concentration——
In front of Huanglong Mansion, there was thick smoke.
More than a dozen Jurchen knights in shabby leather robes were riding horses to drive a group of Liao people. If they walked slowly, they would inevitably be whipped down on their heads and faces. If they fell to the ground, they would probably be stabbed to death.
Huanglong Mansion is an important place in the Northeast, with a developed economy and a dense population. It can be said to be an important city in the Liao Dynasty. Therefore, the Khitan also stationed troops in Huanglong Mansion to guard against the barbarians in the Northeast.
It is densely populated, with densely populated villages and cities facing each other.
In Huanglong Mansion, there are not only Khitans, Bohai people, Han people, and Jurchens, but also Tieliang, Wujia, Turks, Dangxiang and other ethnic groups.
The customs of various countries are mixed here. Wherever people from different countries gather together and their languages cannot be understood, it is only through Chinese language that they can speak.
After the great victory in Hedian, the Jurchens took advantage of the situation to capture Binzhou, Xiangzhou, and Xianzhou, tearing Huanglong Mansion's defense line to pieces.
The Khitan people's accomplishments in defending the city and operating the city walls were not very good, and there were not many cities in Daliao that could block this group of Jurchens.
After sweeping the towns around Huanglong Mansion, the Jurchens' evil reputation had spread, and the Liao people who had oppressed them for several lifetimes realized that their little slave had developed such a momentum.
Give these Jurchen Tatars a strong horse, and if they put on half armor, they will become qualified light cavalry. They can run for hundreds of miles with food, shoot and harass along the way, and advance and retreat freely. Often ten people are enough to wipe out a small tribe in Daliao. It seems that each person
They are all open warriors.
In the ice and snow, ordinary people can't even step out of the door, but these people can gallop around and kill people everywhere. The tenacity and patience honed by lying in the snow hunting bears and catching eagles are definitely not comparable to ordinary people.
The horses in the Northeast under their crotches have lost their own breeds in later generations, and they have never even had names.
However, from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Liao and Jin Dynasties, there was a peak in the output of good horses. The nations that emerged in the Northeast were all famous for their riding, especially heavy riding.
Wuhuan Cavalry, Xianbei Cavalry, Baima Yicong, Tiefutu, and Yuanlanzi are all heavy cavalry that are powerful in the world.
Although these Liaodong horses are not as patient as the Mongols, they are indeed powerful in terms of explosive power.
Xiao Sixian rarely climbed up to the top of the city and looked at the Jurchens driving away slaves in the distance. His teeth chattered with fear.
The ferocity and cruelty of these people was beyond Xiao Sixian's knowledge. At this time, the Jurchen ritual system was rough, and the Jurchen nobles who had just come out of the mountain den only treated the slaves and auxiliary soldiers they captured with high pressure and abuse.
The slightest disobedience may be trampled to a pulp. Those who dared to rebel have been killed. The remaining slaves can only be driven by the Jurchens like dogs and sheep, charging and attacking the city as if they are dying.
They often don't even have decent weapons, and their faces are green and white from the cold, and their expressions are numb. All they hold in their hands are hastily chopped, pointed wooden sticks.
These babies were all captured by the Jurchens nearby. They were not only young and strong, but also old people, women and children. They came from different ethnic groups. Many of them had witnessed their relatives being killed by the Jurchens, but had to struggle on the snow to survive.
Okay, many people's bare feet were cracked by the frost, leaving shocking blood stains.
The Jurchen Tatars galloped back and forth on both sides, shouting loudly, urging them to attack the city. The horse whips were waving loudly, and they were beating these strangers head and face. No one could escape, but they could only bear it numbly, step by step.
Move forward.
In the midst of a seemingly endless group of thousands of people, not even a single cry or cry could be heard. This sight was enough to make the Daliao garrison at the head of the city feel numb!
Since ancient times, among the foreign races on the grassland, the strong has always been king and bullied the weak.
But when it comes to war, soldiers and generals fight against each other and attack the city as if they are risking their lives. This is the first time I have seen this.
Behind them, the Jurchen cavalry were already wearing heavy armor and their horses were wrapped in felt. They smiled at the slaves in front of them, ready to mount their horses to kill those who retreated. Some of them used their bows to shoot arrows, aiming at the backward creatures.
mouth.
Xiao Sixian, who mustered up the courage to go up to the city wall, already looked pale and almost felt sick.
In the distance, Wanyan Aguda showed no sign of forbearance on his face. He gave an order and launched another round of death-defying attacks.