To the west of Chengdu, not more than a hundred miles away, is the easternmost point of Tibetan territory.
Nowadays, the eastern and northern parts of the huge Tubo Empire have all been included in the territory of the Song Dynasty, leaving only the southwest hinterland where dozens of lords are still watching.
Now it's just a matter of waiting for them to make a choice. They can't fight, but they must surrender as soon as possible.
In the big tent, several soldiers were packing some clothes and other items. Yang Lin was sitting by a bonfire, roasting a leg of lamb with Lu Qian.
The curtain door was opened, and Liu Zhongwu came in with Han Shizhong, clasping his fists and saying, "Young Master, the soldiers and horses from the north are already here."
Han Shizhong, who had become calmer, stepped forward, crossed his hands and said: "Young Master, I have already taken care of the Tubo people in the northwest, and I will follow you into Luoche City."
It can be seen that he is very excited. Goodbye Yang Lin is already the commander of the first army. When he went south, he was still a light cavalry under Xin Xingzong. There are people in the court who are really important to these frontier troops of the Song Dynasty.
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Yang Lin pointed to the side and said: "Move a stool and come to eat meat, Lao Liu, you can come too."
Liu Zhongwu and Han Shizhong looked at each other, each made a short boy and came over, and the four of them gathered around the fire to roast the leg of lamb.
Yang Lin took two bites and said: "This is your battlefield, my battlefield is not here. Since you are here, I can go back to Bianliang."
The two of them were shocked, thinking that Yang Lin was talking about the fight in the court. It was said that the feud between Shaozai and Liang Shicheng had reached a point where they would never stop fighting.
Especially the beating of Wang Fu this time made Liang Shicheng even more resentful. Wang Fu left the center of power in Bianliang and was cut into pieces halfway. His enemies were all over the world, and no one knew who he was.
No one can do anything, but this debt will definitely be settled on Yang Shaozai.
Not to mention, there is also Grand Master Cai Jing, who has a close relationship with both enemies and friends. Yang Shaozai said that his battlefield is not here, which makes a lot of sense. The battles at the top of the temple are at a level that they cannot yet reach.
Yang Lin sprinkled some salt and watched the oil dripping from the lamb's legs. He never expected that his generals would have so many thoughts.
The battlefield he calls is not here, but refers to the Jurchen Tatars in the north and the Khitan whose buildings are about to collapse.
That is where the next ten years will be, the most important thing in the world, and the center of the turbulent whirlpool.
The Song Dynasty, as one of the three forces, has not participated so far. If it is too late, it will lose the opportunity.
Han Shizhong glanced at Yang Lin and found that his eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking about. He was full of words and didn't say a word, so he waited silently for him to speak.
Yang Lin turned the leg of mutton while saying: "Now that we are meeting here, the Tubo tribes will surely surrender. Few of these people are sincere, and most of them want to preserve their wealth.
After I leave, you seize Tsomo Living Buddha, vigorously promote his theory of reincarnation, firmly control him, and destroy all other Buddhism in Tubo.
The Buddhist esoteric sect must have only one sect, otherwise the war in Tubo will never end."
Han Shizhong nodded, and then thought of something again. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "If this happens, a lot of people will die. The believers of those sects are very loyal and blind."
Yang Lin's eyes turned cold, he glared at him, and reprimanded: "Generals who lead troops to fight, do they need to be afraid of the local stupid people? If not, just kill this generation. After a few generations, this land will be filled with reincarnations of Tsomo."
A loyal believer of the Living Buddha."
Ignorance is never an excuse for committing crimes, nor is it a reason for them to rebel against the imperial court. If the freedom given to local slaves by the Song Dynasty cannot allow them to enjoy the relatively relaxed rule of the Song Dynasty, then they can only use the blade to eradicate the stubborn diseases here
Cut off.
Han Shizhong was horrified. Yang Shaozai's words seemed ordinary, but they hid endless murderous intent.
Tubo will become the second Dali, and the process of conquering this place will even be more bloody than Dali.
I used to lean on the tree trunk and scold Duan Zhengchun with my brothers, but now I want to play his role?
A sneer came. Han Shizhong looked up and saw that Shaozai was staring at him. He sneered at the corner of his mouth and said, "If you can't do it, get out of here and I'll pick a few more capable ones."
No one knows the importance of having a backer better than Han Shizhong. In his early career in the Western Army, he made numerous military exploits but did not receive even a single promotion.
His achievements were either concealed or falsely claimed, with his head in his belt, and he worked hard to earn a few rewards. To put it bluntly, the life of a soldier these days is not worth as much as mutton.
With waves surging in his heart, Han Shizhong stood up, patted the dirt on his body, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Young Master, I will definitely fulfill my mission in the end."
The chill on Yang Lin's face disappeared. He stood up and patted his shoulder with his oily palms. He grinned and said, "Po Han Wu, you are the best general I have ever seen. Don't let me down."
Hearing this, Han Shizhong was a little confused, and then he was shocked.
He couldn't suppress his inner excitement. His chaotic career as a soldier only improved after meeting Shao Zai. It turns out that in his heart, I, Po Han Wu, have such a status.
According to the ancients, it is not an empty saying that a scholar dies for his bosom friend.
I was born as a rogue in Wuxiang, Han Dynasty, and had a lot of problems. Apart from being a good person in the Western Army, I had been living in confusion for so many years and never made any money.
It's rare that the young master looks at me with such favor. What else can I say? I must help him pacify the Tubo.
When Yang Lin said these words, he did not expect that they would touch Han Shizhong so much. He was just telling the truth.
Who is Han Shizhong? He is the best general of the contemporary era. It is no lie. If he is just a dedicated coach, Han Shizhong is a born handsome man.
His eyes are as sharp as an eagle, and he can clearly see the situation on the battlefield from miles away; with a great courage, fifty people dare to break into Fang La's lair; he is skillful with bows and horses, and can shoot
He has a strong bow, can ride a strong horse, and is highly skilled in martial arts.
More importantly, he is bold and careful, has a good brain, and can grasp fleeting combat opportunities better than anyone else.
If anyone can be compared with him in the Song Dynasty today, it can only be Zongze of Hejian Prefecture.
Yang Lin wiped his hands, took off his wine bag and took a few sips, and said, "When you've eaten and drank enough, Lu Qian, get ready to go."
Lu Qian laughed, stood up and ordered the guards of the Long Live Battalion to prepare for departure, while he led Yang Lin's horse over.
Looking back, Yang Lin saw that all the generals in the camp were looking at him. Yang Lin chuckled and said, "I will repair this mess and hand it over to you. If anything goes wrong again, don't blame me for turning against you."
Liu Zhongwu smiled and said: "Young Master, please be at ease and wait until we win and return to Bianliang."
With a loud laugh, Yang Lin slapped his riding whip and, under the protection of the Long Live Camp, left Qinlong from Hehuang and returned to Kaifeng Mansion.