In the second year of Tianqing in Daliao, the night was dark.
The Liao soldiers filed out, pushing the women with the looted property, preparing to massacre the remaining survivors of the Jurchens, and then end this hell-like torturous war.
The students were trembling. They had long been numb and did not dare to expose the two thousand Jurchens hidden around them.
In the camp, Wanyan Aguda led the generals and stood at the gate of the camp, welcoming Xiao Gang in with a smile.
Xiao Gang looked flattering and said with a smile: "Chief, we have sent twenty carts of jewelry as promised, as well as five hundred women, all of whom are wives and daughters of wealthy families in the city. There are also five young ladies from official families. Their
My father and brother were killed by the Dutong, so this is a personal gift to you from the Dutong."
As he said this, he shouted to the women behind him to come forward. Wanyan Aguda smiled and said, "No, I need one more thing now."
Xiao Gang felt a little resentful. At this time, you made another condition. Couldn't you have said it earlier? If you don't withdraw your troops tonight, I won't be killed by that bastard Xiao Sixian when I get back.
"Chief, just say it, no matter what your request is, we Daliao will satisfy you."
"I'm going to attack Huanglong Mansion tonight, and I want to borrow your head to sacrifice the flag."
Aguda's arm holding Xiao Gang suddenly moved, his arms gathered together and he gritted his teeth, twisting his head off in one fell swoop.
The generals in the tent stamped their feet and cheered, drew their sabers and rushed out of the camp. The Jurchens hiding in the mouths of the students violently killed people and rushed towards Huanglong Mansion.
Xiao Sixian and his staff showed the current decadence, darkness, and stupidity of the empire.
A little-known small tribe in Liaodong shocked the entire Liao overnight.
Huanglong Mansion, an important Khitan town, was captured, and Xiao Sixian, the commander of the rebellion, was captured. There were more than 100,000 Liao troops in Huanglong Mansion, and 2,500 Jurchens were captured.
Wanyan Aguda ordered plundering for three days. The Jurchens tried their best to capture Huanglong Mansion, but they had no intention of occupying the place, leaving only killing and plundering.
More than two thousand Jurchen soldiers drove countless slaves and returned to the army along the original route with endless wealth.
Behind them, Huanglong Mansion, which was originally the most prosperous place in Liaodong, fell into a sea of fire.
The place where the corpses were piled up was even higher than the city wall, and even the heavy snow in the sky could not hide the bloody smell.
All the tribesmen living here suffered from the disaster, except for some Jurchen merchants.
The unparalleled fighting power of an ethnic group broke out from Liaodong, bringing only destruction and killing. The ferocious spirit shrouded the entire Liao under a cloud of sorrow.
Hundreds of thousands of slaves, like dogs and sheep, were driven back to the Jurchen tribe. The accumulation of countless goods made the Jurchens see the difference between hunters and bear hunters.
Aguda, the leader of the Wanyan tribe, suddenly became a hero of the Jurchens, and all other tribes supported him as emperor.
In the winter of the second year of Tianqing, Wanyan Aguda, who had taken action in advance, proclaimed himself emperor in the Wanyan tribe, and his country was named Jin——
Go to the capital and go to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Xiao Yu, who luckily escaped, knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
With a bang, Xiao Fengxian smashed the jade bottle in his hand and said loudly: "With hundreds of thousands of people, why can't we defend Huanglong Mansion?"
Xiao Yu did not dare to say what he came up with. He just declined by saying that the Jurchens were so fierce and that the soldiers who defended the city did not make any effort in the cold weather. He did not mention the stupid thing of buying the enemy and retreating.
Xiao Fengxian looked gloomy and said in a low voice: "First think of a way to rescue the second brother, and then hide it from Your Majesty and use the troops to trample the Jurchens to pieces!"
When Xiao Yu heard this, he thought that if Xiao Si was redeemed first, he would not know how he died.
He rolled his eyes, thought about the cruelty and cruelty of the Jurchens, and thought about the power of the Xiao brothers, and said: "I am willing to go to the Jurchens and redeem the second master."
Xiao Fengxian didn't expect that he still had such loyalty. He was a little touched at the moment, but he didn't expect that this servant had already made up his mind to kill Xiao Sixian.
"Okay. You go back and make preparations. When I come up with a route to attack the Jurchens, you can go and rescue the second brother. As long as you destroy the Jurchens and carry their heads to Beijing, your Majesty will be able to deal with it easily."
Xiao Yu's face, which was pressed against the carpet, was dark and hard to see. He closed his eyes and said -
On the outskirts of Bianliang City, nearly ten thousand people gathered to welcome the soldiers from the Southern Expedition back to the capital, and to watch Dali's dedication to the country.
Yang Lin, dressed in a purple gold official uniform with a jade belt tied around his waist, stood at the front.
The sky in late autumn was blue and cloudless, and the atmosphere was so warm that it made people feel cold. Standing in the middle of the crowd, Yang Lin's face was as bright as water.
In his opinion, Southwest China had only completed half of its pre-planning. In order to prevent Liang Shicheng and Wang Fu from succeeding, they chose to close the network in advance.
It is conceivable that this incident will definitely leave sequelae. For example, the problem of Southwest Toast cannot be completely solved. Inevitably, we will have to bother to trick them in the future.
A burst of cheers brought his thoughts back to reality. Rows of cavalry in the distance cleared the way, leading to today's protagonist.
Duan Zhengchun was riding on the horse, and there was no trace of loneliness on his face, and he was even a little happy. After enduring it for so long, at least in terms of acting skills, this emperor is mature.
The loss of his ancestral inheritance did not seem to have any impact on him. Returning to the Song Dynasty seemed to be something he had always longed for, at least from the look of his face.
Song Jiang did not choose to stand out on his own. As the coach of the Southern Expedition, he had made great achievements. He did not even appear in the first echelon entering the city.
Private soldiers from the Dali royal family, surrounded by their last emperor, were at the forefront.
The people of Bianliang all cheered and shouted, as if welcoming a hero back to the city, and then came the victorious army. This Forbidden Army personally selected by Yang Lin first annihilated Fang La, and then marched south to Dali, which greatly restored the reputation of the Forbidden Army's weakness.
dignity.
The children of the Forbidden Army family on both sides waved their fists and shouted, facing their familiar friends and brothers.
The common people marched for no less than ten miles and followed them all the way to Bianliang City. Duan Zhengchun saw a high official on a high platform on the outskirts of the city from a distance, so he dismounted and led the royal family forward.
Behind him, Wang Chaoli smiled and said: "Master Duan, this is Yang Lin, our young prime minister of the Song Dynasty."
Duan Zhengchun's face changed. Among the generals in the Dali army, Yang Shaozai was one of them. He had never thought that he was so young.
He has not dedicated his country yet, he is still the lord of Dali and the king of Fanbang, and he is treated as a prince in the Song Dynasty.
And Yang Lin was the envoy, and he was in charge of the three departments of Kaifeng Prefecture. According to the rules, he was treated the same as the prince. As for Cai Jing, he was the prime minister. When the prince saw him, he had to bow and give way. The civil servants of the Song Dynasty were really well-ranked.
However, Yang Lin did not put on airs. He smiled and gave a junior salute and said: "Your Majesty, you have worked hard all the way. I would like to welcome the Lord on behalf of the army and people of the Song Dynasty. Your Majesty has hosted a banquet in the palace to honor the Lord.
Take the wind and wash away the dust.”
What kind of person was Duan Zhengchun? When he was patient, he was as humble as an old eunuch. After the outbreak, he massacred hundreds of thousands. He quickly returned the greeting and said: "Where are you? Thank you for your service. Yang Shaozai welcomes you from afar. It's really flattering. If you don't give up, Shaozai, we will become brothers."
yes."
Yang Lin's expression did not change, but the guards around him had strange expressions. After seeing the upright-looking Shao Zai without any trouble, he secretly admired Shao Zai's determination.
Yang Lin gave an order, and gun salutes were fired in the suburbs of Bianliang City. The emotions of the people were pushed to the peak, and a group of people rushed into the city among the flowers.
At this time, Song Jiang caught up from behind and saw Yang Lin grinning.
Yang Lin took a closer look and saw that his confidant was getting darker and darker. He stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Gongming."
"It's a pity that the full success was not achieved!"