Chapter 359: There are no battles in Xiongguan, and the fortress is full of merchants
The troops in the northwest are strong and the horses are strong, and the soldiers who have fought and won consecutive battles are full of momentum. After hearing Yang Lin's words, they all patted their chests and made promises.
Yang Lin was also a little reassured, at least giving the general the confidence to fight. At this time in history, almost no one in the Song army wanted to fight.
When Tong Guan was campaigning against the Liao Dynasty, all the soldiers just wanted to return to their hometown in Shaanxi as soon as possible, and did not want to starve in Hebei or Hedong.
This also led to the disastrous defeat in the battle against Liao, giving the Song Dynasty's army the reputation of being unable to defeat the Khitan soldiers who were on the verge of destruction.
In fact, the soldiers had no intention of fighting and would be willing to retreat. Tong Guan and the Western Army generals continued to fight, and issued orders with the first purpose of weakening the dissidents in his own army.
Seeing friendly forces being surrounded, most people choose to watch the fire from the other side. Whoever fights such a bad battle is just that, and it has little to do with the combat effectiveness of the soldiers.
The land of Youyun was ceded when Tang Gang was destroyed, and could no longer wait until the early Ming Dynasty to take it back.
After the banquet was over, all the military generals left the courtyard with satisfaction. Since there were fights, there were military merits. Who didn't know that following Yang Shaozai in the battle would not lead to false military merits.
How many brothers in the Western Army, who had fought hard for many years and could not stand out, followed Yang Shaozai to defeat Fang La and Tubo, and now they are generals with troops and horses in hand.
The most obvious example is that bad gambler Po Han Wu, who now seems to be on an equal footing with several commander-in-chiefs.
Yang Lin's residence occupies two courtyards on Yanmen Long Street. The bluestone pavement in front of the door has two half-foot-deep ruts made by the wheels.
Countless soldiers and horses came in and out, and were transferred to various places in the northwest, and people from all over came to inquire.
In this operation, everyone didn't even know who the enemy was, whether it was the Khitan occupying the Land of Dark Clouds or the newly emerged powerful Jurchen.
Yang Lin comforted each of them with a few words, and then sent someone to Datong Mansion to inform Yelu Yanxi that he was going to see him soon.
Now that Yelu Yanxi is shouting to vote for the Song Dynasty every day, he will obviously welcome him. It is really hard to understand that there is such a weird emperor.
He owned the most powerful empire in the world and led 700,000 people to suppress the rebellion of small tribes. It was weird enough to be able to act like this. But after losing the battle, he lost his courage and shouted every day to defect to his neighbors.
In his eyes, it is not as good as going to Bianliang to enjoy the blessings of a country with millions of soldiers and horses in the country, and a huge territory that spans the east and west.
This man is worthy of being called the most arrogant man with Zhao Ji. Yang Lin is willing to call him little Zhao Ji in his heart. He hopes that his efforts this time can save these gay friends from having to make friends again in Five Kingdoms City.
It would be better to go to Bianliang to get acquainted.
From Xiazhou, Song Jiang sent people to ask if he would continue to tease the Kahan dynasty. Yang Lin had only one sentence: The war in the east has nothing to do with you. The Song, Liao, and Jin Dynasties have upset the world, and they will not be transferred from your hands.
With one soldier and horse, you can just take the Xizhou Uighurs, Kelei tribe, Tubo people and Dangxiang people to destroy Kaerhan.
If the east-west trade routes are not opened up for a day, these Islamic countries will be able to monopolize the trade routes, raise prices at low prices, and make countless money in vain.
If you open it early, you can make money one day, if you open it a month early, maybe all the money you spent this time will be returned.
Standing on the tall building in the courtyard, Yang Lin looked at the scenery of Yanmen. This Xiongguan Fortress, which had experienced at least a thousand wars, now had a different look in the hands of the Song Dynasty.
Because the tea-horse trade route was opened, Khitan and Han people in Yingzhou could also trade across the border.
The northwest border is becoming more and more prosperous, with all kinds of shops on both sides of the street.
Some sell silk brocades, some are filled with pearls and jade ornaments, and some have more than a dozen grain shops in a row.
In the clothing store, women's shawls, embroidered belts, and even tube tops are displayed grandly, with the exquisite embroidery shining in the sun. Large and small wine shops are dotted here and there, crowded with merchants from far and wide.
Unlike Bianliang in the Mainland, most of the salespeople in the northwest are young women. They are bold and smart, and their attitudes are neither cold nor pretentious. When customers ask questions, they say a few words with a northwest accent and they are willing to go there.
Spending a lot of money in the store.
The bustling crowds shuttled through the streets and alleys of Yanmen, the sounds of hawking, bargaining, the singing of street artists, the sound of storytelling, the laughter and cheers of onlookers... all merged into one.
Occasionally, a large group of soldiers and horses will pass by on the road, and the pedestrians along the way will give way, and after they pass, they will return to their original state. After all, there are hundreds of thousands of troops stationed here, and everyone has long been accustomed to it. There are even many shops,
It was opened specifically for soldiers, selling some leather armor and horse gear.
The pace of the cars, horses and pedestrians on the road is much faster than elsewhere, giving people a lively impression.
Yang Lin's eyes were full of meaning. Looking at these scenes of street scenes, some poems suddenly appeared in his mind.
"The snow flutters open the wild goose gate, and the flat sand is covered with tangled roots."
"In the past I heard that there was Yunzhong County, but today there are no clouds and sand is visible in the sky."
"The early wind blows the leaves of Yanmen in autumn, and the smoke and dust from thousands of miles away dim the garrison tower."
Since ancient times, there has only been a place that must be fought, but there is no place that must be fought. Even if Yanmen is strong enough, it can still become a paradise for the people to live in peace.
This is still the scenery of Yanmen. Only in Xiazhou, Xingzhou and other places can it be called prosperous.
At the time, the descriptions of Loulan and Gaochang in the textbooks, and Yang Lin always thought they were exaggerated, were actually not weaker than Jiangnan.
Two complementary markets with different cultures contain endless potential, which is far beyond what inland self-produced and self-sold products can match.
Back in the inner room, Zhe Huanxiang had already taken people out for a walk, and he was actually wearing Hu clothes with the style of the Western Regions.
There is a fox fur collar around the slender jade neck, with a ruby embedded in the neck; the snow-white shoulders and collarbones on both sides are exposed. A long silver-white embroidered train hangs from the waist, revealing the curve of the waist.
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Yang Lin's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a word, and exclaimed: "Isn't this what the ancients said is lively and fragrant?"
Looking at Yang Lin's gaze, Mrs. Yao smiled proudly, held a cup of tea, and said: "Jingzhao Mansion sent someone to take me back, what do you think we should do?"
Yang Lin took the tea, slapped her on the butt and said, "Just say, if you don't go back, Yang Shaozai hasn't had enough of me yet."
A bastard punch hit Yang Lin on the body. Although it was soft, Yang Lin kept begging for mercy: "Okay, okay, do you want to go back? If you don't want to go back, I will find a way."
"Just be bad, my friend, you are really bad to the core." Zhe Huanxiang's face turned red, and he cursed shyly and angrily. After saying that, he lay on his shoulders, hugged Yang Lin's neck, and said with a smile.
: "I'm not going back, I'm going to Datong with you."
The few maids in the room couldn't stand the adulterous couple anymore. They lowered their heads and spat with red faces, pretending that they couldn't hear them either.