Chapter two hundred and ninety-fifth is there no meritorious history book
In Huangzhou, northwest of China, the army had already gathered before the Lantern Festival was over.
Dark clouds piled up in the gloomy sky, and although there was no heavy snow falling, it still gave people the feeling that God was shrouding everyone in this stern bitter cold, making it impossible to escape.
Amidst the swirling wind and dust, the mountains undulated and loomed, and the howling of the wind made people feel as if they were on the verge of collapse.
A group of people and horses, no more than six or seven riders, all wearing iron armor, wearing hoods and cloaks, were standing quietly reining in their horses on a hill.
Surrounded in the middle is Han Shizhong, who is currently in the limelight. This veteran ruffian has made great achievements in battle since he got lucky and was favored by Shao Zai.
After years of hard work, Po Hanwu's slovenly temperament has completely faded away. The lines on his face have become more distinct like a knife and an axe, with a dark patch on his chin and a fluttering short beard.
Next to him was Wang Zhen sent by Yang Lin, who naturally became the focus of attention and was kept by Han Shizhong's side.
After all, now he considered himself Yang Shaozai's confidant, so of course he had to take care of this person. However, Han Shizhong soon discovered that this young general of the Bianliang Forbidden Army was not here to gain seniority.
In a military camp that has been tempered through hard battles, respect is never exchanged for age, and who you are can often be seen at a glance.
Wang Zhen is a natural-born tiger general, and Bianliang's romantic aura has not affected this silent and honest young man at all.
The sound was like a loud bell, louder than the howling of the wind. Han Shizhong asked loudly: "Wang, where should we start to capture Tibet?"
"If we can capture Jishi Mountain, we can wait for the Tibetan tribes to come and surrender."
A smile disappeared from the corner of Han Shizhong's mouth, and he turned around and rode back to camp. In the previous wars, he had been a vanguard. This time, it was his turn to take charge of the hundreds of thousands of troops in the northwest. The attack on Tubo was the opportunity that Han Shizhong had been looking forward to for a long time.
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In the distance is his own tent. Wang Zhen is right. By capturing Jishi Mountain, Tubo will be like Xixia who lost Hengshan and lost the opportunity to take the initiative to attack.
The achievement a man desires is right in front of him, teach him how to be generous and generous without bloodshed.
The Tubo people in front of us are torn apart. This is when they are at their weakest, and the internalization of Tubo is already inevitable in the eyes of those with a discerning eye.
The problems in this region are quite complex. Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, this has been a powerful but deformed empire.
It is said to be deformed because of its congenital imperfections. A powerful slave country, a region with an unfavorable geographical environment, has a powerful secular regime.
The system created by Songtsan Gambo could not absolutely adapt to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, both politically and economically. Therefore, the slaves' endless rebellions had the soil to survive. An empire was constantly torn by uprisings and disputes, and the contradictions between the old and new aristocrats.
Troubles can only be caused by its prosperity and sudden death.
Now this land has become the sphere of influence of Buddhism, with a deep-rooted religious regime that is unwavering in its faith. Songtsen Gampo's system has been decided from the beginning, and the power of Buddhism continues to grow until it is finally uncontrollable.
Since Chisong Dezan, Buddhist forces began to interfere in politics, and the old aristocrats became increasingly powerless. Monks interfered in political power, just like the eunuch regents after the mid-Tang Dynasty, to the point where they could depose, establish and kill kings.
More and more people believe in religion, and the power of religion is growing. The secular regime can no longer inhibit its development. Even the power of monks can determine the life and death of the regime. The Tubo region has become a completely religious regime.
However, these monks could only control the Tibetan people, but they did not have the corresponding powerful force.
Facing external forces that do not believe in Buddhism, they can only choose to compromise or perish.
As long as the Song Dynasty provides sufficient conditions for the dismissal of high-level monks, it will be more effective to recover Tubo with half the effort.
You know, Buddhism here is also divided into various factions, and they are constantly fighting with each other. This is a fighting arena where they can't unite together, and how can they resist external humiliation——
Heavy snow fell like goose feathers, and all the trees on the roadside turned white in an instant.
Yang Lin held a heater and stood on the outskirts of the city waiting to greet him personally. Even in Bianliang City, surrounded by flowers, Yang Lin did not hide his preference for Xu Yuenu at all.
The shaft of the carriage in the distance creaked on the snow, and Miao'er inside the carriage lifted the curtain, looking this way and that with her little mouth.
"Miss, look at the trees in Bianliang, they are so tall."
"Miss, miss, look at that Taoist temple."
"Wow, so many people."
How could Xu Yuenu still have the intention to look at her randomly? She pinched the corners of her skirt with her hands, showing a rare hint of shame.
We haven't seen each other for a year. How should I face the heartless man later? Should I ignore him on purpose? That will make him sad. I'd better forget it.
I'll keep my head down and say nothing for a while, and let's see how you explain it. Well, that's it.
Having made up her mind, Xu Yuenu was filled with joy, with a silly smile hanging from the corner of her mouth. Her heart felt like a ripe grape bursting, and streams of sour and sweet juice gushed out.
Having made up her mind to teach Yang Lin a soft lesson, Xu Yuenu lowered her head to encourage herself. After a while, Miaoer exclaimed: "God, could that snowman be Yang Shaozai?"
Xu Yuenu swooped out of the car and saw Yang Lin holding a heater in his hand, his hat and shoulders covered with snowflakes, standing in the distance and chuckling at him.
Miss Xu is worthy of being a heroine with strong martial arts skills. She jumped down from the moving carriage in one stride. Her plan had been thrown away in Java earlier. She ran to Yang Lin in three steps and jumped up to kill him.
Thrown to the ground.
The tall and plump Xu Yuenu was taller than Yang Lin. Two hanging vine melons weighed six or seven kilograms each. The moment Yang Lin fell into the snow nest, there were more than a dozen guards on his back.
They stood in a circle, holding their bright red cloaks, and surrounded them in the middle.
With a white breath in his mouth, Yang Lin pushed her in front of him and kissed her in the snow nest.
After a while, Lu Qian stood outside the human wall and whispered: "Young Master, your body is the most important thing."
Dragging Xu Yuenu, ignoring the curious looks of passers-by, he pulled her into the carriage.
The two of them shook off the snow foam on their bodies, hugged each other, and talked to each other.
Miao'er made jokes on the side, making the two of them chuckle sometimes and get emotional at other times.
After a while, Changle Tower arrived. The house had been neatly tidied up a long time ago, and several maidservants were also transferred from the Yang Mansion.
Next to the steaming tub, there were several handkerchiefs, soap locusts, and new clothes neatly placed.
Xu Yuenu blushed and wanted to push Yang Lin out. Several maids had already stepped forward with smiles and wanted to help her take a bath.
These people were all experienced in taking care of Yang Lin and his concubines, and soon they sent Xu Yuenu into the bathtub.
Yang Lin laughed. After soaking comfortably, he was not in a hurry to get rid of the moon slave.
They were going to get married together in a few days. Yang Lin wanted to give her a perfect wedding night, so he favored Miaoer on the same day and let Yue Nu watch from the side.