The situation in the big tent suddenly changed. After a few guards hesitated for a moment, they captured Zhang Shuye and his soldiers.
Wang Fu said sternly: "Zhang Shuye did not listen to the orders, went into battle without permission, lost troops and generals, disrupted the commander's overall plan, and caused the military expedition to fall short.
If I had not fought to the death with all the generals, the party would have been in decline, and the evil monks would have been killed, and the whole army would have been destroyed.
Capture the chief criminal Zhang Shuye and ask the court to behead him, and the other accomplices will be executed on the spot."
Several Huzhou generals who had just returned from a bloody battle and had achieved great military exploits were bragging to Paoze about their recent victory outside the camp, and showed off the Tibetan heads hanging around their waists.
These side soldiers had always been looked down upon by the Forbidden Army. Now, under the leadership of Magistrate Zhang, they defeated the Tibetan soldiers in two formations, who had abandoned their armor.
Everyone is excited and excited. This is the role of a famous general. Winning can improve morale and the combat effectiveness of the army better than any mobilization.
The victory of Xiangbing was really long-faced, like an underappreciated child who suddenly became famous.
These generals looked like children at this moment, with their faces filled with pride and excitement.
Soon, several Song soldiers with unkind expressions approached and captured them one by one.
On the road after the war, the shining steel knife was raised, and thirteen heads fell to the ground instantly.
Dark clouds piled up on the winter night in the southwest, the bleak wind blew biting cold, and the high north wind howled, seeming to laugh at the tiny humans on the ground, attacking and killing each other for fun.
Countless corpses were left in the calm Nu River, including thirteen headless corpses, which looked particularly desolate.
Zhang Shuye didn't die because Wang Fu didn't want to kill him. He was a Jinshi and even the emperor couldn't kill him easily.
Wang Fu secretly ordered the escort soldiers to take special care of Zhang Shuye.
Because Zhang Shuye and his soldiers, after turning defeat into victory, the southern army had no pursuers and still fled to Yangyime City at an extremely fast speed under Wang Fu's urging.
At this point, as early as the night Duan Miaozhen presented the map, Yang Lin had already planned a two-pronged attack to defeat Tubo, and it was completely declared bankrupt.
Wang Fu himself didn't take this seriously. Did he go too far? From the perspective of future generations, this man who was cut into pieces by a thousand swords was actually a generation of traitors.
If you look at the history of the Song Dynasty and look at it, this is just a routine operation of the civil servants of the Song Dynasty, and it is really not a big deal.
Things that are even worse than this are common, and there are even cases of people who have won battles and signed alliances under the city.
In Bianliang City, no one knew anything about this. In the Incense Pavilion in Zhaode Square, red candles were burning high.
The room was filled with warmth. Yang Lin was open-minded and looked very relaxed, with a faint smile on his face.
Su Zhuanglian, who was waiting for him to wash his feet with her head lowered, wiped the thin sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and said in a coquettish voice: "Sister, look at me, I'm snickering again, I must have bad intentions to punish you.
Okay, you have to be careful for a while."
Su Ningxiang's pretty face turned red and she spat: "You shameless little hooves are chewing on your tongue."
Su Zhuanglian touched Yang Lin's big feet and said coquettishly: "Master, look, sister is bullying me again."
Yang Lin lifted his feet out of the tub, and the two sisters immediately knelt down and held their chests high. After drying, a little maid came up to the front. Yang Lin put his arms around each other and said with a smile: "It's too late for me to love you. How can I bear to bully you? Tomorrow.
Ask Yun Niang to take you to the mansion, and each of you will have a suit of clothes cut, receive two months' allowance, and buy a set of jewelry."
The sisters of the Su family were overjoyed, especially the little fairy Su Zhuanglian, who put her arms around Yang Lin's neck and asked in a sweet voice: "What makes me so happy?"
"Haha, I have been planning it since last year, and I am finally done. I will open up almost the same amount of land for the Song Dynasty soon. No one in this world can do without me, but I, Yang Lin, can't do it. You think so, right?"
The two women said in unison: "Yes."
Yang Lin was so proud that one of them gave him a slap in the face and said: "What are you right? What do these two foxy girls know? Go and make the bed and smoke incense, hahaha."
The two sisters rolled their eyes at him and went to make the bed with their slim waists. Yang Lin smiled again.
This kind of pleasure that has been planned for a long time and is under control is actually a man's ultimate happiness.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and a maid held a lantern and said through the doorway: "Da Lang, Marquis Lu Yu is asking to see you outside, saying that he has something important to see."
After hearing this, Su Ningxiang took a big cloak, came over, tied his belt and put the big cloak on him.
Yang Lin frowned and said to himself: "What's the matter? Can't we celebrate the Lantern Festival? Does this guy know what the Spring Festival is?"
Having said that, Yang Lin still walked out of the yard, with two maids opening the way in front of him, and the sky was filled with heavy snow like goose feathers.
In the study, Lu Qian's face was gloomy. When he saw him come in, he clasped his fists and found it difficult to speak for a moment.
Yang Lin immediately realized that something was wrong and said in a solemn voice: "What's the matter?"
The Song army on the southern front was first brought out from Bianjing by Yang Lin. From La in the south of the Yangtze River to Dali in the west, the leader was either Yang Lin himself or Song Jiang, and the dynasty was established.
Over the past few years, the Song Army on the southern front had Yang Lin's spies all over the place, and almost all of the scouts and spies were members of the Long Live Battalion.
What Wang Fu did was just relying on his status as a special member of the dynasty, hoping to take credit and find a scapegoat so that he could return to Bianliang and enjoy happiness as soon as possible.
He didn't take it seriously. How could a mere prefect and a dozen generals be in the eyes of Te Jin?
So what he did was not precise, and many people knew it clearly, including the spies from the Long Live Camp.
He quickly entered Bianliang. After Lu Qian learned the truth of the matter, he immediately came to Zhaodefang.
After all, it still had to be told. When Yang Lin asked, Lu Qian told the story exactly.
After a brief silence, Yang Lin took a breath and whispered: "Zhang Shuye has decided to send someone immediately to capture Zhang Shuye and save his life."
"If this comes and goes, I'm afraid it won't take more than a month at the earliest."
Yang Lin held Lu Qian's shoulders with both hands and said word by word: "Use the largest number of people to deliver the news, and rush all night. Constantly changing people, never stopping, and making the last effort. Zhang Shuye was born as a Jinshi.
Wang Fu dares to harm generals, and he does not dare to risk the disapproval of the world by killing Jinshi."
Zhang Shuye was already in prison. How could Lu Qian not know the dirty methods used by the jailers to punish people? If Wang Fu had the intention, it would be impossible for Zhang Shuye to survive a month unless he was made of copper and iron.
However, he still clasped his fists heavily, turned around and left, not daring to waste a moment.
Seeing Lu Qian hurriedly leaving without even having time to close the door, a ray of cold air poured into Yang Lin's neck, refreshing him.
I tightened my clothes and slowly walked out of the study. There was a blizzard in the sky, and the snowflakes were falling. I looked across the courtyard and pavilions.
Yang Lin strolled to Yang Tianning's room in the outer courtyard and kicked open the door.
Yang Tianning had just fallen asleep and jumped up. After seeing clearly that it was Yang Lin, he shouted: "Father?"
"Bring a pot of warm wine and wait with me until dawn."