Chapter Three Hundred and Two Thousands of Cavalry Breaking the Dawn Farewell to Bianliang
In Zhaode Square, Yang Lin had a good night's sleep, which was very sweet.
These days, when he closes his eyes, he sees the tragic image of Zhang Shuye and the headless corpse of the Huzhou officer, making Yang Lin sleepy and embarrassed.
In fact, Zhang Shuye had only met him once, under the extremely urgent Suzhou City, and had long forgotten his appearance.
Yang Lin thought that Zhang Shuye was dead, and felt very sad. It was hard for a hero not to shed tears after fighting for his country and ending up like this.
Once Wang Fu loses his power, there will be countless people trying to kill him, so there is no need to worry about it.
In later history, not long after Wang Fu lost his position, Kaifeng Yin Nieshan sent someone to kill him because of their unresolved feud with Wang Fu.
At dawn, Yang Lin had already stood up. The two sisters from the Xu family came to help him wash up and washed his face with hot towels. Their aunt Xu Saiyue stood behind him, took a rhinoceros horn comb, and combed his hair.
Also complained:
"There are so many generals in the court, why do we always let a civil servant like us go out to fight? The Tubo people are so fierce. Last time Mrs. Ning'er and I went to Yueying Lane to buy rouge, we met a Tibetan fan, his eyes were as wide as bells
, the arms are thicker than someone else’s waist.”
Yang Lin made her almost laugh out loud. He returned his hand and lightly slapped Xu Saiyue's tunnel, making her soft flesh tremble through her clothes. He smiled and said: "Authentic Tubo people are thick and short. You touch her."
Most of the people who arrived were not Tubo fans, but looked a bit like Tatars. This time I left the capital, not only for the war, but you guys were bored at home, so I asked Yun Niang to bring some gifts and go back to my parents' home on the Lantern Festival.
Bar."
The three girls were overjoyed. Xu Saiyue put her arms around his neck and gave him a hard peck. The other two women were also very happy holding the wooden basin.
After Yang Lin got up, there were rustling footsteps outside, and Liu Rongniang brought in a wooden lunch box. Inside was a Han pottery lacquer bowl, three small imitation pottery dishes, a small bowl of rice porridge, and four more.
The steamed buns, one with black bean paste and the other with fried spring rolls, are steaming hot and look quite sweet and appetizing.
Yang Lin casually grabbed a bun and said with a smile: "You should also go back to your parents' house to have a look. Ask your sister Yun Niang to arrange a carriage and send three or five nursing homes to take you back. I won't be at my house during the Lantern Festival. You guys
It’s boring to be alone in Zhaodefang.”
Liu Rongniang was more gentle and submissive than other concubines, with bright eyebrows and a sweet voice: "Thank you, Dalang."
After casually eating breakfast, Yang Lin got up, put on his official uniform, and went to Fang Miaolian's courtyard. His son was still sleeping soundly.
Fang Miaolian was sleepy during pregnancy. She didn't know if she wanted to make up for the previous displacement. When she saw Yang Lin coming in with sleepy eyes, she said tiredly: "Why are you here?"
Yang Lin sat by the bed and said softly: "I want to go to Tibet, and I don't know if I can come back before the baby is born."
When Fang Miaolian heard this, he struggled to sit up and asked, "Why are you going to fight again?"
Yang Lin's heart moved, and he said with a downcast face: "Wang Fu was defeated, the situation in the southwest is critical, and the Tubo people have marched straight into the Song Dynasty. If no one steps forward, the Song Dynasty will be in danger."
"Are the Tubo people so powerful?" Fang Miaolian didn't know the national conditions of Tubo, but she also knew that the Song Dynasty always lost its battles, and Bianliang was besieged several times.
"Will it be dangerous for you to go this time?"
Yang Lin let out a long sigh and said, "If I can't come back, you can raise Le'er and the child in your belly well, and this family fortune will be left to you three by me."
With tears flashing in Fang Miaolian's eyes, she took out a piece of red silk from under the pillow and tied it around Yang Lin's waist: "This is the peace charm I got for Le'er. If you take it, you will be able to turn bad luck into good luck.
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Yang Lin squeezed a few tears, touched her bulging belly, and said emotionally: "For you three, I will come back alive."
After leaving the inner courtyard, the men and horses of the Long Live Battalion had already assembled. Yang Lin got on his horse and gave the order to set off towards the outside of Bianliang City.
The cold wind blew by, and most of the people in Bianliang City were still in their warm quilts.
Yang Lin once again embarked on a journey south. In his plan, this expedition was not originally planned.
Sitting in the center, Tubo was the grindstone for the Song Dynasty soldiers, preparing for the great war in the north a few years later and training a strong army and several qualified commanders.
Who would have known that if he was lucky enough to die, his plans would be almost ruined if he encountered a scoundrel like Wang Fu.
Fortunately, this guy escaped easily, and the Forbidden Army had a lot of treasures. The unambitious Tubo people only focused on picking up the spoils of war, and did not think about forming an alliance to eat this Song army on the southern front.
Otherwise, if too many of the hundreds of thousands of imperial guards and soldiers in the capital camp die, Dali, which was finally pacified, will inevitably ignite another military disaster.
You know, Gao Taiming, the leader of the thirty-six tribes of Wuman, is still hiding in the foothills of Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake to fight guerrillas.
Horseshoes splashed with ice foam, and the east was gradually whitening above the heads of the team heading south against the cold wind.
After leaving Bianjing, Lu Qian rode on horseback, feeling very happy.
Although he has a bright future with Shao Zai, he doesn't like to sit in Bianliang City and act as a beauty messenger every day, looking for beauties or escorting Shao Zai.
A man has great ambitions and abilities, and only on the battlefield is he most contented.
Yang Lin said loudly: "Lu Qian, riding like this, how many days will it take to arrive?"
"In less than a month."——
At Jishi Mountain, Han Shizhong's Chinese army camp, countless elite cavalry were ready to go.
Under Han Shizhong's command, except for a few elites of the Western Army, they were all Qiang soldiers, Ke Lie soldiers, and Qingbo soldiers.
Occupying high ground and charging with cavalry is an invincible tactic on this open plateau.
The command flag was waved, and the shouts of thousands of people burst out at the same time, traveling through the valleys together with the still-unceasing sound of horns, and reaching into the sky.
The mountain walls on both sides amplified the sound waves one by one, and finally the huge roar merged with the sound of rushing hooves, like a sudden high tide, completely burying the Tibetan monk soldiers below.
An indescribable fear spread among the Tibetan troops, tightly gripping the hearts of the Bailan tribe's Tibetan soldiers.
Different from the ferocity of Tibet in the southwest, thanks to the efforts of several generations of Song Dynasty generals, nearly 300,000 Tibetans on the northern front have surrendered to the Song Dynasty. These people are the best guides and vanguards.
Han Shizhong had been wronged for half his life and had made countless military exploits. He was either falsely accused or covered up.
The only thing he got in exchange was a few rewards, which couldn't cover his gambling debts.
Now that Xianyu has turned over and become the head coach of the Northern Front, watching his troops charge, his heart is filled with excitement.
Since the beginning of the war on the northern front, we have not encountered even a decent resistance. The only Bailan tribe with stronger resistance, Tibet, will be crushed soon.
More Tibetan tribes chose to surrender. After all, they had been fighting for so long and were a little tired of it.
Tubo had lost its king due to the torture of the monks. It might not be a bad idea to join the Song Dynasty. Everyone in the world knew how wealthy the Song Dynasty was.
Wang Xun smiled and said: "Han Shuai, after this battle, there are no Tibetans near Jishi Mountain who will not surrender. I heard that the Tibetan soldiers near the Nu River were fierce and killed Wang Tejin back to Dali. We might as well go and support him."
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"The territory of Tubo is mostly wilderness, and there are often no cities for thousands of miles. We are all cavalry, and it only takes a month for us to ride our horses. We should be able to intercept the Tibetan people. But to be honest, I really want to know, Wang Tejin
How I lost makes me think that losing this battle is more difficult than winning."