Tong Guan, who hid the emperor's order, led three armies and marched forward with great success, killing Hehuang and Tubo until they abandoned their helmets and armor. In one battle, the territory was expanded for more than 3,000 miles.
Since the end of the Tang Dynasty, the Hehuang Tubo people have been persecuting the local Han people, forcibly promoting the Tubo policy towards the Han people, forcing the Han people to wear Tubo clothes and wear Tubo hairstyles. This aroused the resistance of the majority of the Han people, and the Tubo people went on a killing spree.
Nearly a million Han children became Tubo slaves. The Han children who unfortunately became slaves of the subjugated country were forced to wear Hu clothes, learn to speak the Fan language, and get ocher tattoos. The Tuboization of the Tubo people was based on historical traditions, national habits, and language.
Tuboization of writing and other aspects was a policy that was forcibly promoted and its purpose was to turn Han people into Tubo people.
The young general followed him to attack Hehuang, and when his head turned white, he returned to his hometown. One hundred thousand Han troops were scattered and scattered, and the wind was blowing alone towards the setting sun.
This was the pain left behind in the late Tang Dynasty, and it was finally avenged in the Song Dynasty.
Huangcheng was filled with gunpowder smoke, and Tong Guan took a deep breath with great enjoyment. He liked the smelly air.
Wang Hou and Gao Yongnian, both in armor and with blood on their gun muzzles, came to the flag and clasped their fists, saying: "Congratulations, Commander Tong, on this great achievement."
Tong Guan's face straightened, he stretched out his hand, cupped his fists towards the two of them and said: "Tens of thousands of athletes came with a certain family, and no less than seven or eight thousand died in one battle. If all the credit goes to a certain Tong Guan
, tell me how to sleep peacefully. Let’s not celebrate today. Let’s make a tally of the list of fallen soldiers. No family will receive a penny from the imperial court’s reward. Everyone will have a share of the soldiers who died in battle. If there are no brothers, father-in-law, or close relatives in the family,
, their orphans are all raised by someone!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the vicinity had tears in their eyes, and a feeling of respect arose spontaneously.
Under the banner, the burly Tong Guan stood tall and proud, his face as sinking as water. A young general sighed with emotion: "A straight mother-in-law, following such a commander across the battlefield, what's the harm in dying?"
Although Tong Guan was deeply involved in the drama, he always secretly paid attention to everyone's performance and felt quite proud of himself.
Sure enough, as he said, the army did not celebrate after the victory. It was not until the next day that Tong Guan gathered the three armies, slaughtered pigs and sheep, and emptied the Tibetan people's inventory.
The generals drank heavily at the banquet, and prisoners of the Tibetan people from the northwest were escorted up in batches. Some were beheaded, and some were sent to Bianliang. There were also particularly heroic singing and dancing in the army.
Tong Guan stood on the high platform and pressed his hands to the soldiers. In an instant, the three armies looked at the burly eunuch in awe.
Tong Guan took out a hand edict from his sleeve and said loudly: "This is my emperor's hand edict. Do you know the content?"
Gao Yongning said with a smile: "Didn't Commander Tong say it a few days ago that the officials encouraged us to fight bravely against the enemy? Now that the enemy has been defeated, we are here to celebrate."
Tong Guan chuckled and said: "At that time, the three armies were about to attack. He had no choice but to lie so. In fact, the official issued an edict to a certain family, asking us to withdraw our troops and stop the war. But we have lost so many brothers, and victory is in front of us.
Isn’t fighting a waste of all previous efforts?”
There was a commotion below, and the wine glass in Gao Yongning's hand fell to the ground with a bang. The splashed wine wetted his military boots, and he said numbly: "Isn't this the sin of bullying the emperor, and will lead to the annihilation of the clan?"
Tong Guan said in a deep voice: "Since I am the commander-in-chief, how can I not bear the responsibility? If someone is defeated in this battle and his clan is exterminated, and I am lucky enough to win and share the credit with you, I will feel at ease."
As the news spread, the three armies all admired him. On this day, Tong Guan set out for the northwest for the first time and gathered the military morale of these proud and powerful generals.
The Western Army has not had enough to eat for decades. Since the Zhezong period, the imperial court has been in arrears with military pay to the Western Army. These most capable soldiers of the Song Dynasty were hungry and fought with the Dangxiang, Qiang, and Tubo people in turn.
Guarding the northwest border that is pierced by wind and sand.
They really needed a commander with weight and who could make decisions for the Western Army. Tong Guan came here at the most suitable time.
He could have kept the edict secret and saved the emperor's face, but Zhao Ji wrote the edict among the ministers, and the paper could not cover the fire. Tong Guan did not choose to cover up the emperor's shame.
Instead, he showed it generously and won the morale of the Western Army. This was a great adventure.
What Yang Lin said to him before had a profound impact on him. Winning battles in the Song Dynasty was his biggest support. There were people in his court, and as long as he had a record, no one could touch him.
When the news reached Bianliang, it happened to be the time when the results were released. After being embarrassed for a while, Zhao Ji was still very happy.
No emperor of any dynasty had more desire for martial arts than the Song Dynasty, just because they founded the country on the tip of a knife. The Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun have always been a barrier against the northern grassland peoples, but the Song Dynasty has never had it. This is the Song Dynasty
Innate destiny.
Since Tong Guan won the battle, and he was the one who defied all opinions to let him take command, Zhao Ji was quite proud. Coupled with the praise from Cai Jing and others, and the skillful laying of steps for the emperor, Zhao Ji felt even more dignified.
Any little bit of unhappiness has long since disappeared.
Zhao Ji was promoted to Tong Guanwei and was promoted to Xihe Lanhuang. Qinfeng Road was pacified and envoys were appointed, and he became the highest military and political officer in the northwest border region.
In Bianliang City, under the list of Jinshi, there are countless people.
Some people laughed loudly, some cried bitterly, some felt like mourning their heirs, and some cried with joy.
In Changle Tower, Ning'er was barefooted and combing her hair in front of the bronze mirror. She only had a pair of eyes, looking back from the mirror from time to time to see the shadow of the young man.
Behind her, Yang Lin looked slightly frivolous. He was holding a gold cup, leaning on the railing and overlooking the prosperity of Bianliang. He had a half-tied jade belt around his waist, a loose robe, and a smooth and flawless white jade pendant under his hem. He looked like he had just woken up.
soon.
Downstairs in Changle, Yang San came panting and looked happy, shouting at the top of his voice: "Master, Master, I'm hit!"
Pedestrians around stopped to see which high school the young master attended.
Yang San was even more proud. He held his head high, patted his chest, and then raised his thumb and shouted loudly: "Congratulations to Yang San's young master. He came first in the provincial examination in high school. My Yang San's young master won two yuan in a row. This is a great achievement."
It’s Yangzhou Jieyuan.”
The pedestrians nearby couldn't stand listening anymore and angrily shouted: "That little guy, you are so arrogant. I have been calling you Yang San for a long time, but you should tell me the name of our provincial minister Yuan Lang."
"That's right, who knows your name is Yang San?"
Yang San was scolded by passers-by, so he hid his face and ran away, which caused a burst of laughter from the passers-by around him. Two local people from Bianliang pointed at him and said with a smile: "Look at this young man, he can really pretend."
Another added: "Who says it's not the case? It's embarrassing now, haha."
Ning'er was so surprised that she turned around, clapped her hands and jumped happily, then she bowed down and said, "Congratulations to the great man, congratulations to the great man!"
After a loud laugh, Yang Lin from the high-rise building successfully attracted everyone's attention, and then said loudly: "The branches and leaves of my article are surrounded by five clouds, and my fame and fame are like clouds. I am not a mere provincial minister. Yang Lin is not rare at all."
The two old Bianliang men downstairs froze on the spot, and after a while they whispered: "I take back what I just said, his young master is better at pretending."