Chapter 303 Don't call the camp to see the wronged soul
Going south all the way, it seems like I am following the footsteps of spring.
The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the thick cloak I was originally wearing has been taken off, until the Yunnan-Guizhou area is already full of green.
The Tubo people did not invade aggressively because they knew their own strength. If they pursued too deeply, their home base would most likely be overrun by the tribes behind them.
The divided Tubo tribes had been fighting against each other for hundreds of years, and they had long been reduced to a pot of porridge. The hatred was getting deeper and deeper, and no one dared to lead his troops away from his headquarters for too long.
When Yang Lin arrived at Yangyi City, spring was already blooming, the gates of the former capital of Dali were wide open, and hundreds of military generals welcomed Yang Lin into the city.
Yang Lin once brought them endless glory, but now it has all been thrown away. The shame is stamped on the forehead of every soldier. They were chased by Tubo for hundreds of miles and lost all face.
After a month of running around, Yang Lin was exhausted. He waved his hand to indicate that there was no need for a welcome ceremony. Yang Lin said to the generals following him: "Select and award, discipline, food, ordnance, all relevant files, all sent to us."
When I come here, my first priority is to improve my morale. I will continue the expedition in less than ten days."
Yangyime City has stocked up enough food and grass, and no less than 200,000 troops are stationed there. If the Tibetans really attack, even Wang Fu can hold it.
When the generals looked at it, they thought it was Shao Zai who was dissatisfied with the results, so they all remained silent and did not dare to speak.
Little did they know that Yang Lin was suffering from exhaustion and exhaustion. His legs were still trembling and it hurt terribly when he moved.
After entering Yangyi City, Yang Lin fell asleep and had no intention of admiring the beautiful scenery of Dali during the Song Dynasty.
In his residence, there is a courtyard, which is small and full of Dali style.
The same color green tiles and pink walls, water-polished blue bricks pave the floor, and the brick carvings of "Fu Lu Shou" on the screen wall are exquisite and orderly.
Although the courtyard is small, it is well-equipped, with a main room, three east and west wing rooms, and three north halls. The roof is low, simple and unsophisticated, and the weapons racks under the eaves are polished with swords, guns, sticks, and halberds.
When Yang Lin arrived at the bedroom, there was actually agarwood that calmed the nerves. It seemed that the people here lived a good life. How did he know that the quality of life of the nobles in Dali was no less than that of the people in Song Dynasty, and they were very comfortable.
Sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling off his boots, Yang Lin couldn't help but grin: "Damn it hurts!"
He didn't even know how many days he had taken these boots off. He had never lived in the city since entering Dali. Needless to say, they smelled bad. The soles of his feet were covered in blood blisters and worn out. The so-called socks in this era were just like the soles of the feet.
It was stuck together, and if you pulled it slightly, it would make him squeak and scream.
"If the sky falls, don't bother me."
Yang Lin yelled, then hugged the quilt and fell asleep peacefully, and it was dusk as soon as he fell asleep.
This was originally the courtyard of Gao Mingtai in Dali, but now it has become Yang Lin's bedroom. A dozen generals are waiting outside.
No one dared to speak, even the slight snoring in the bedroom could be heard. When Yang Lin finally woke up, his chest pressed against his back due to hunger, he pulled on his shoes and put on some clothes, and kicked open the door.
, more than a dozen generals stood up one after another, clasped their fists and said, "Young Master."
A man as elegant and elegant as Yang Shaozai now has a weathered look on his face, and his cheeks have become much thinner, giving him a more heroic look.
"The soldiers in Huzhou will be rewarded with twenty guan each. The thirteen generals who were unjustly killed will be compiled and their names will be reported to the court. The merits will be awarded and distributed among the relatives. As for Zhang Shuye, I will go to the cliff where he died tomorrow to open an altar.
Sacrifice.”
When everyone heard this, they thought this was to settle the old scores from Wang Fu's time, clear up the grievances of the Huzhou Clique, and thus improve morale.
Huzhou soldiers and horses have proved that the Tubo people have nothing to fear, and even the soldiers who are looked down upon by everyone can defeat them.
Lu Qian brought a stool, and Yang Lin sat down. Immediately, someone from the Long Live Camp came forward, carrying a sand table that had been set up.
Taking the slender pole from Lu Wang's hand, Yang Lin waved and the generals came forward together.
Yang Lin pointed to the Nu River in Shapan Mountain and asked: "Although you escaped back in a hurry, you haven't forgotten how to take this road, right?"
The generals looked ashamed. Although Wang Fu ordered them to flee, there were not many who had the courage to fight back like Zhang Shuye.
Yang Lin looked at the reactions of the generals and sneered. Suddenly he spotted a familiar figure, slapped the table and cursed: "Fang Qifu, get out."
Fang Qifu, who was among the generals, didn't know why he was named. He was startled for a moment and came out in astonishment. He cupped his fists and said, "Young Master?"
"Others and I don't know, but you were right with me in Suzhou and you were very good at commanding and fighting. How come you became a straw bag in my army of the Song Dynasty?"
Fang Qifu had a bitter look on his face, frowned and said bitterly: "Young Master, the last general has no soldiers. The magistrate Zhang has thousands of soldiers, and the last general is in charge of the prostitutes in the camp."
Yang Lin almost stumbled and fell, his jaw dropped in shock, and asked: "What do you care?"
It was a matter of honor for the Song army. Liu Zhongwu, the deputy envoy of Xuanfu, said something to Yang Lin. Only then did Yang Lin understand.
It turns out that after Wang Fu arrived in Dali, he not only showed off his military power, but also ransacked the homes of all the officials of Gao Taiming's lineage who were the original Prime Minister of Dali, and organized no less than 200 of their wives, daughters and maids into a camp of prostitutes, who were responsible for performing songs and dances for the Song army.
Fang Qifu was so good at death that he was Yang Lin's man. Wang Fu found a pretext, beat him up dozens of times, and assigned him to manage these "camp prostitutes".
Yang Lin thought to himself that Wang Fu, his grandson, was crushed by him in Bianjing. Even his Zhaodefang was snatched away to live in. If he leaves Bianliang, he will be ruined and bullied by people who specifically pick on me.
Glancing at Fang Qifu, he saw that this kid had gained a lot of weight after he was assigned to this job. He couldn't help but cursed: "You useless thing, I will give you 300,000 yuan. You raise a banner to recruit troops in Dali."
Most of the Thirteen and Six Wuman tribes are brave people. How can we not sacrifice our lives for the benefits of living in poverty?"
When Fang Qifu heard that it was so much money, he immediately agreed with a smile and complimented: "Young Zai is extraordinary if he makes a move."
"Go away, you can make some plans with the people of Jiangnan. The army here is like a grassland. They are all hunters. With a little training, they can go to war. You don't have to wallow in the powder anymore. The man is ambitious in all directions, how can he hang around?
Female lust.”
Fang Qifu accepted the order and retreated. The army on the southern front was not short of military expenses and had allocated enough supplies, food and wages in advance. Although Wang Fu had been greedy a lot, but now that he was beaten, the official said that he had no family property, and he had probably recovered all of it.
It's shared.
Wang Fu's family was in Bianliang, so he definitely didn't transport it back, and he still had enough military expenses.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Yang Lin stood up and said sternly: "Tomorrow I will pay homage to Zhang Shuye. No one in our army who fights for the country is allowed to have an unjust soul! What if the official is as high as Wang Fu? I will not spare him.