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Chapter 277 Unpacking clothes and pushing food for heroes (for the sniper Geng Lie

The sun has set in the west and the sky is unclear.

Dark clouds accumulated over Huanglong Mansion, and snow flakes flew, beginning to cover up the blood on the ground.

In the vast history of thousands of years, two most destructive races have arisen in a short period of time, one is called Jurchen and the other is Mongolia.

They did not give the world any chance to breathe, and achieved almost seamless slaughter. The Jurchens were actually the biggest bug in the cold weapon era.

At the beginning of their army, they relied on thousands of cavalry to dominate the world, with almost no enemy. The so-called Eight Banners cavalry named after Hou Jin in later generations were like crocodiles to geckos compared with these people.

The news spread that five thousand had defeated 270,000, and the entire Song Dynasty was immersed in a kind of morbid carnival. The Khitans had been riding on their heads for so many years, and now they were unlucky. Bianliang, Kaifeng, the center of the Song Dynasty, went to

From the scholar-bureaucrats to the peddlers and footmen, they all looked complacent and beamed with joy.

In Zhaode Square, Yang Lin's face was gloomy. The Jurchens were famous all over the world for their evil reputation. Unless they lived in this era, they would not be able to understand his depression at this moment.

When I was reading history in my previous life, I saw that Wanyan Aguda led 5,000 men to defeat 270,000 Liao soldiers in the ancient city of Daru. Then in November of that year, Emperor Tianzuo personally led an army of 700,000 to go on an expedition. At the end of the Liao Dynasty, Xiao Te

, Lin Ya Xiao Zala led 50,000 cavalry and 400,000 infantry to Orinluo, intending to attack from two sides and defeat the Jin army in one fell swoop.

At that time, the number of Jin soldiers increased sharply, but there were only 20,000 soldiers. They actually took the initiative to attack, concentrated their forces to attack the central army where the Lord of Liao was, and attacked with both left and right wings. The Liao army was unprepared and was defeated and fled.

When these cold figures were laid down in the history books, Yang Lin just bared his teeth and yelled "Awesome".

But now, these perverts are not far away from Huanglong Mansion and the Great Song Dynasty. The distance between them is just a Youyan, and they will have to face them sooner or later in the future.

How can today's Song Dynasty stop this peerless ferocity raised by white mountains and black waters?

At this time, outside Zhaode Square, a middle-aged official with two attendants was handing over a name card.

"Zongze, the governor of river control, has come to see Yang Shaozai. Please inform me."

The disciple smiled and said: "Please come in, the governor, and rest for a while in the flower hall. I will go and inform the young master now."

One of the two messengers was holding a Yellow River carp in his hand, and the other was holding a jar of Jiezhou local wine, with panic on their faces.

"Governor, don't we dare to enter Shaozai's house with these things?"

Zongze smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, there is nothing missing in the Young Master's Mansion, except for the koi carp I just fished out from the Yellow River."

An official said with a sad face: "Governor, this is a freshly fished koi. Didn't we just buy it from the outskirts of Bianliang City?"

"Shut up!" Zongze looked around, and when he saw no one, he touched his chest and said, "Don't make any noise in front of the young master's house. You two don't say a word from now on. Just treat yourselves as mutes."

Seeing his subordinates nodding, Zongze felt relieved and admired the famous calligraphy and paintings in the flower hall with his hands behind his back.

After a while, a maid came out. Zongze hurriedly straightened his coat and saluted. The maid smiled and said, "Young Master has some official duties and he has to attend to guests in the study. Please come in."

"I'd like to help you, young lady, to lead the way." Zongze was a serious Jinshi, and he was very polite when answering questions. The two men kept silent, and they really acted like a mute.

The Zhaodefang mansion was large and deep. The four of them walked for an unknown amount of time, passing through the courtyard, turning to the right through a moon gate, bypassing the flower borders and rockery, and facing a study room.

The three of them took a peek and saw two beautiful women wearing pink satin double-breasted coats and skirts standing at the door, waiting to be served. These two beauties were elegant and had picturesque features, just like the people in the paintings.

Zongze was secretly speechless. Everyone said that Yang Shaozai's family was rich and well-deserved, and the two servant girls were also so beautiful. But he didn't know that the uncle of these two maids had an official position three levels higher than his own. He was Xu Zhichang, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites.

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Seeing the three people coming, one of the beauties standing at the door on the left complained: "Why are you here at this time? They are all waiting inside. Dalang has been sitting in the study for a long time since he came back from the morning. He must be a little hungry."

Come on, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare some snacks, and you can take care of it here."

"Go, go, my sister-in-law knows."

What kind of messy relationship is this? Zong Ze thought to himself. Xu Saiyue opened the door and said with a smile: "You three, please come in."

The two servants didn't dare to speak, so they grunted and followed me in obediently.

Entering the study, a soothing aroma lingers, as warm as spring.

"Xiaoguan Zongze, I have met the young master."

Yang Lin took a long breath, let out the turbid air in his chest, stood up and said with a smile: "Zongze, why did you come to Beijing?"

"Back to Shaozai, winter is approaching, and the upper reaches have frozen. I have nothing to do and I just went to Beijing to report to the Ministry of Industry."

"The weather this year is really getting cold very quickly." Yang Lin stretched out his hand and said, "Sit down and talk, Yue'er, bring me a cup of tea."

"We haven't heard of the river bursting its banks this year, and there has been no diversion downstream. I guess the river management has been quite effective." Yang Lin praised with a smile.

Zongze smiled to himself. He had worked hard for a year with almost no breaks. He only got stuck in the mud to his waist several times before he achieved this achievement.

"This is a matter within the lower official's duties, and should not be praised by the young master."

Yang Lin stared carefully and saw Zongze in front of him. His skin was tanned to a bronze color and was slightly dark. His face was sharp and angular, his eyes were bright and he was full of energy.

Yang Lin suddenly felt relieved, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little. No matter how powerful your Jurchen is, how can I, the Song Dynasty, be comparable to the Khitan?

Among the outstanding figures of the Han family, none of them were heroes at that time. As long as they were used properly, they could not stop the Jurchens from going south.

The iron-clad men and the flowing Tatars, why should they be cowardly before fighting?

There are really too few Jurchens. I have the impression that it took them ten years to destroy the Liao Dynasty. I still have plenty of time and opportunities.

The outstanding Han generals recorded in history books were all due to the ignorance of the imperial court and did not have the opportunity to display their ambitions.

I, Yang Lin, ask myself that I don’t have any generals or commanders, and I am not as good as Fang Qifu in commanding troops to levy Fang La, but I can risk my life to create an opportunity and a stage for you.

Just like Zongze in front of you, don't you want to fight the Jin soldiers across the river? I will build bridges and ships for you, provide you with well-trained soldiers and horses, sophisticated armor and weapons, and abundant food and logistics.

Let's see if the invincible Jurchen Tatars can be defeated.

The heroes of the late Northern Song Dynasty who made history books sigh with regret, were they really unrecognized for their talents, or were they just flattered by the defeated Han people?

Only when the sea flows across the sea can the true character of a hero be revealed. Between heaven and earth, there is infinite vastness.

The ups and downs of troubled times have already unfolded in Khitan. It is impossible to escape, so it is better to let go and fight.

If a man is a real man, he should live like this again.


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