Chapter 364 After a hundred years of decline, slavery is humble to the bones
Fires shot into the sky, and the sound of killing filled the fields.
Under the city of Yuechang in the old land of Khotan, there was a huge crowd. Soldiers and horses from the northwest of the Song Dynasty suddenly attacked and captured the city. The small town had no way of resisting it.
The 45,000 elite troops composed of Dang Xiang's Seven Clan were the main force tonight. They swept all the way without encountering any decent resistance and reached the gates of Yuechang City.
Without even a moment's delay, the Song Army's advanced door-rammer smashed the simple city gate into pieces.
Don't lose sight. Yeli led the army like a tiger and the horse like a dragon. They rushed in through the door without stopping. The sound of their hooves was like thunder, shaking the heaven and the earth.
This land was the western part of Xinjiang in later generations. It was vast and sparsely populated, and the cities were far apart from each other. Often there was no human habitation even after walking for a long time.
The Song army stationed in the city for one night. After the vanguard party Xiang entered the city, they beheaded all the officials in the city and appeased the people by saying that the Khotan prince had returned to the country.
These Tocharians, who had destroyed their country for hundreds of years, had long forgotten that this was a taboo in Khotan, and all their ancestors who dared to speak out about it were killed.
The most terrifying thing in the world is that no matter how many bloody debts the invaders commit, most of the descendants after being ruled for a hundred years will forget the shame and hatred of their ancestors.
The same is true for the Khotan Kingdom. One thousand two hundred years of imperial rule cannot change the fact that they are now loyal slaves of the Karakhanid Dynasty.
After the Song army entered the city, many people spent this turbulent night in numbness. The city was full of chaos, the generals could not be found, and the generals could not find soldiers. Fires broke out everywhere, roaring and fighting everywhere, as energetic as a herd of buffaloes.
The calf-like party soldiers hunted and killed Karakhan's defenders and officials in the city.
In this small town on the northwest border, which had little information, the day after its fall, news of the coming war still had not spread.
A group of Khotanese people gathered in the city. They all looked at a loss when they heard what was said about the prince coming to restore the country.
This bearded, dark-faced man looks nothing like them, yet he is actually their prince.
The Yuchi family had long since died. The Karakhanids burned all the monasteries and burned to death all the monks and royal families in Khotan. The massacre lasted for decades. It can be said that three generations of people lived under the light of blood.
, he may be beheaded as a heretic at any time.
Today, the oldest of these Khotanese people were already under the rule of the Karakhanid dynasty for many years when they were born.
Hua Rong said impatiently: "None of these people have any sense. They have not dared to resist for a long time. Telling them this is a waste of time. Let's just keep fighting."
"Sukye, you take the people from your tribe to stay, escort the remaining baggage, and kill the remaining enemy troops. The others will follow me."
Song Jiang counted the number of people and found that there was almost no loss. He left hundreds of soldiers to guard and led the mixed troops of various ethnic groups to continue the western expedition.
Since the ancient Central Plains Dynasty's Western Expedition, only the Tang Dynasty had reached this place, and it was only a nominal ruler. Now they are embarking on the journey to the Western Regions again. The long team is mainly composed of Dangxiang people, Kele people, Tubo people, and Uighurs.
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The mighty people and horses walking among the sand dunes and the vast sea gave Songjiang a strange feeling.
Hua Rong saw that his expression was wrong, so he came closer and asked, "Brother Gongming, I see that your face is wrong, what are you thinking about?"
Song Jiang sighed and said in a low voice: "Since I was in Jeju Prefecture, I defected to Shaozai, fought in the east and west, fought in square La, destroyed Dali, conquered the Uighurs, and pacified Tubo, but they were not far from the country. Now this Kagolan
The La Khanate is thousands of miles away from us, with a large expanse of barbarian hometowns in between. It’s almost as if one’s eyesight is dark. What do you think it will be like over there?
Whether their soldiers can fight, whether there are snakes, insects, poisonous beasts on their land, and whether they have any strange weapons."
When Hua Rong heard this, he laughed: "Brother, it doesn't matter what kind of bird he is. As long as we brothers are together and have strong soldiers and horses, we can't go anywhere in the world, and what bird country can't be destroyed? Is there anyone in this world who is stronger than the Song Dynasty?"
When Song Jiang heard this, he frowned and said with a smile: "Brother Hua Rong is right, no bird country is as good as the Song Dynasty."——
When the war in the northwest was raging, Yang Lin set off from Datong Prefecture in Yunzhou, preparing to return to Yanmen Pass.
Outside Yanmen Pass, nearly 200,000 soldiers and horses were gathered. Different from the mixed ethnic groups under Song Jiang's command, they were basically Han soldiers here.
In the carriage, wrapped in a cloak, Yang Lin was very proud. He smiled and said to Zhe Huanxiang: "When we arrive at Yanmen Pass, Zhe Keqiu and Yao Gu are both here, so you have to be careful."
"What are you afraid of? If you dare to steal someone, don't be afraid." Zhe Huanxiang's cheeks were slightly red, but she said nonchalantly.
When Yang Lin saw that her earlobes were as red as agate, he knew that this woman was playing tricks, and he was actually scared to death.
He deliberately smiled arrogantly and said: "I, the Young Master of the Song Dynasty, Yao Gu and Zhe Keqiu all have to look at my face and are afraid of what they will do. When we get to Yanmen Pass, you will follow me. There are some children of the Zhe family and the Yao family.
I still don’t recognize it fully, please introduce it to me.”
Zhe Huanxiang was so frightened that she finally fell down, shook his arm, and begged for mercy: "Good man, I will hide next to you, and no one will be seen."
Yang Lin gave a bad laugh and said: "My son, what are you afraid of? We are all people of temperament, and I am not feudal at all."
At the border between Song and Liao, dozens of generals had already assembled and were waiting for Yang Lin's guard of honor.
"Little Lieutenant" Yao Pingzhong was wearing full armor and riding majestically on his horse. He was divided into two distinct factions. One was the younger generation of Jiangmen of the Western Army, and the other was the lowly generals who had long been pretended to have military merit.
He had just been promoted by Yao Pingzhong.
The self-respect of raising bandits was discovered twice in a row, and most of the older generation generals in the Western Army were promoted and secretly demoted by Yang Lin, depriving them of their military power.
Zhongshi Dao, Zhongshizhong grew flowers in the Bianliang Privy Council. Yang was promoted to the governor of the Volcano Army during his lifetime, and Zhe Keqiu was even ordered not to leave the valley.
Only Yao Gu could continue to lead the army because he did not participate in the second time.
Today's generals of the Western Army are mostly young people, occupying nine out of ten official positions in the entire Western Army.
Yao Pingzhong was chatting with the young generals around him, when a horse flew up from a distance, reined in his horse from a distance and said: "General, the guard of honor has arrived."
Yao Pingzhong put his horse under his belly and went to greet him. Inside the carriage, Yang Lin was naked, sitting on a soft couch, enjoying Zhe Huanxiang's dance.
Lu Qian knocked on the wood outside the carriage curtain and said loudly: "Young Master, we have arrived in the Song Dynasty. It seems that there are soldiers and horses in front to greet us."
Yang Lin stood up, and several maids came forward to help him put on his official uniform. He opened the curtain and saw that dozens of people were coming on horseback.
"Student Yao Pingzhong has met his mentor."
Yang Lin smiled and said: "Xi Yan, you came so quickly."
"When they heard that there was going to be a war, the men around the students couldn't wait."
Looking around, Yao Pingzhong was surrounded by young men in their prime. Yang Lin nodded and said: "In that case, you don't have to go back. You will repair here for a few days and then enter Datong Mansion in Khitan Yunzhou to protect you."
That’s the Lord of Liao.”
The Jurchens have just pressed on to go to Beijing, and the fifty-eight prefectures in Tokyo are still not digestible for them, so they probably won't send troops to Datong for a while.
What Yao Pingzhong needs to guard against is just a few other rebel kings in Khitan who claim to be emperor. Preserving Yelu Yanxi is more important than anything else.
As long as he does not die, the covenant he signed with the Song Dynasty will be valid, and he can take Han Shizhong to the land of Youyan and regain the homeland of the Han family that has been in decline for hundreds of years.