Three hundred and ninetieth chapters Jie drum beat Jurchen
The Jurchens received the goods, porcelain and cloth. Several generals personally inspected them and found that they were all genuine siege equipment.
In the eyes of the Jurchen generals, these things are real treasures. With them, Yunzhou Mansion is as flat as the ground.
Wu Qimai felt a slight discomfort in his chest, but he didn't take it to heart, thinking it was the sequelae of an old injury. He stroked the trebuchet, trebuchet, siege tower, ram car and large shield.
Each of these instruments is bigger than a small building. I really don’t know how the Song people made them. Under them, there are pulleys that can be pushed forward. They are covered with animal skins to withstand bows and arrows.
Wood.
The overjoyed Jurchens packed up their troops and withdrew from Youyan Shizhou, leaving tens of thousands of captives and survivors on the broken land where they once stationed.
Most of their clothes were taken off to warm the Jurchen Tatar war horses, and they huddled together to keep warm. Many of them froze to death.
Fortunately, it was late spring, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone down, dispelling the long night cold. The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, which made everyone tremble with fear, fearing that the Jurchen Tatars were leaving and returning.
Wu Jie, who had been promoted to deputy chief through his military exploits, was riding on his horse and looking at the people all over the ground. They were naked and their faces were as yellow as paper. He couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the soldiers behind him dispersed and began to build a porridge shed on the spot. Stacks of coarse cloth clothes were dragged in by carriages. Brothers Wu Jie and Wu Lin also rolled up their sleeves and began to unload the trucks.
No matter what the military thinks, for these people, Yang Lin's peace negotiation saved their lives. I really don't know how long they can hold on in the Jurchen camp.
The trembling people in the camp realized that the army in front of them was here to save them. They finally recovered a little bit of their human appearance. They consciously lined up to receive clothes one by one. Three or four people gathered together to share a bowl and took turns serving it.
Porridge.
Wu Jie looked at these poor people and said with emotion: "They caught up with the good season. Three years ago when our Western Army fought, we didn't even have porridge to drink. Even after we captured Youyan, these people also
He's going to die of cold and hunger."
The soldiers around him laughed and said, "That's right. Our Song Dynasty is now rich. The army has never heard of a shortage of food and grass."
Wu Lin was panting from exhaustion and squatted down on the remaining linen cloth. She looked at the cavalry galloping by on the road next to her and said with a smile: "Let me just say that Shaozai is a god. You Yan didn't fight a tough battle.
He took it back. Have you ever seen this? You have never seen it. Back in Yangyi City in Dali, Shaozai was dressed in Taoist robes and shouted three times. Zhang Shuye, who had been dead for half a month, suddenly fell from the cliff.
Come to life."
Wu Jie smiled and scolded: "Okay, hurry up and finish this work, and we will also go and capture a few cities. This time, the credit is incredible. Damn it, I haven't seen the Liao soldiers. What are the Jurchen soldiers like?"
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In Yanjing City, Yang Lin beat the gathering drum, filled with murderous intent, and stood on the general standing stage in the school field with the sound of golden armor.
All the generals in the city were surprised and hurried to the school grounds. They didn't know what Shaozai had planned. They always just arranged for Youyan's defense, or sent troops back to Bianliang to show off the victory.
Having made such a great contribution this time, Shao Zai's Wangjue has a lot to do. After all, Emperor Shenzong said that those who can recover the entire land of Yan will be rewarded with fiefs and kings.
When everyone arrived at the school grounds, they realized that things were not that simple. The young master was wearing a rare military uniform and stood on the general stage with a serious expression, his face was so solemn and scary.
Han Shizhong and others did not dare to say anything and stood in their respective positions. After a while, everyone arrived.
Yang Lin glanced at it and said loudly: "The land of Youyan has been our land of the Song Dynasty since the Yunzhou Alliance. However, the Jurchens entered the country brazenly, causing our Yan people to be slaughtered and our city walls to be in ruins.
It brings shame to my soldiers and brings pity to my king. This revenge must be avenged. I have dispatched Yao Pingzhong's army to ambush halfway. The entire Yan army left 50,000 people to defend the city. The rest of the generals will follow me to attack the Jurchens. This time
Wu Qiu must be killed!"
The hairs on the hair of the generals below stand on end, as if there are thousands of troops galloping in their hearts.
At this point, Shaozai's plan has been fully revealed. It turned out to be this idea. It's so damn treacherous. It's so damn good to use soldiers like a god.
"Your Majesty, lead your light cavalry to seize the cloth, porcelain, gold and silver they transported from the Jurchen Tatars who are being hunted."
"Zongze, lead your troops to pursue the Jurchen soldiers who are transporting siege equipment. Remember, it doesn't matter if the equipment is burned or damaged. There are many skilled craftsmen in the Song Dynasty. What I want is to completely wipe out the Jurchen soldiers and horses."
"Han Shizhong, follow me westward along the Sanggan River. After Yao Pingzhong's ambush, Wu Qimai will inevitably retreat. We will attack from both sides again. This time, I will kill him!"
The generals responded with a bang, and the spring breeze blew through the school grounds, filled with murderous intent, and everyone had a surging look on their faces.
I thought it was a humiliating peace negotiation, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this. Thinking of the upcoming battle, all the soldiers present were looking forward to it.
This is a visible chance of victory. It is completely in favor of your own side. Sometimes planning and operations are really important. When facing the enemy in battle, it is not only about fighting bravery, but also considering many factors. Careful planning like this is what makes a soldier a soldier.
We can rest assured and fight to the death.
The strongest combat forces of the Song Dynasty are gathered here, with strong soldiers and horses, and fierce generals like clouds. Yang Lin put them into various battlefields on the border three years ago. The new batch of generals who have been tempered are about to usher in their ultimate test.
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The northwest generals were dismantled, the Zhong, Zhe, and Yang families were suppressed, and the Yao family was supported. Han Shizhong, Wang Zhen, Zongze, and others were trained for this battle.
There is no shortage of materials, money, horses, and weapons, and he is not a commander who gives random orders. If he can't win again, Yang Lin can just show his hands and say that he did his best to win.
The wind blew the jade pendant against the armor on his body, making a crisp sound. Yang Lin silently closed his eyes on the general stage, facing up to the sky, and his heart was clear.
"Raise the flag to recruit 200,000 soldiers and restore the hundred cities of Youyan. I only hope that the breeze will rise from the Xiangshan Mountains, and I will not seek to remain famous in the world."
The generals below gradually discovered Yang Lin's behavior, and the noise on the school grounds suddenly quieted down. They all silently stared at the Young Master Yang Lin.
At this point in his heart, Zongze was completely convinced. He had endured all the painstaking efforts until now. Even if he was stigmatized, he still had to endure it with hidden minions. The young master was the border gate of this dynasty.
He took a step forward, cupped his fists and said, "We will fight to the death, and we will live up to Shao Zai's hard work."
The three armies set off immediately, and Yang Lin returned to the small courtyard, where a group of Bianliang family members happened to come. They were ordered to come, give Yang Lin some clothes, and also came with letters from home.
The person who came to deliver the message was a personal guard from the Long Live Battalion, and he also brought some servant girls. When Yang Lin called him, he discovered that it was Yang Pan'er.
Yang Pan'er was originally Zhu Meng's concubine. Before Yang Lin went to Jiangnan Square to kill Zhu Meng, he deliberately showed his arrogance and had sex with his concubine in his house, which was a blessing in disguise. After Zhu Meng died, Yang Pan'er
Entered Zhaodefang.
Yang Lin saw that she was still a little shy and had not been favored several times in Zhaodefang. He was still a little in awe of Yang Lin. This time he volunteered to travel across mountains and rivers to deliver the message. Unfortunately, he was about to go on an expedition.
Asking her to serve him, he changed out of his armor and put on casual clothes, which made him feel much more relaxed.
Her somewhat thin body sat on Yang Lin's lap. Yang Lin pinched her cheek and held her in his arms to read the letter. Yang Pan'er mustered up the courage to put her cheek against his chest, her face as red as a girl's.
A naughty kitten.
As a big woman, Zheng Yunyao naturally had to write, but there was not much content. Most of it was talking about what she did in Bianliang, and going shopping with sister Miaozhen. If she saw some clothes, Yang Lin smiled and put them aside.
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Opening another letter, it was written by Su Ningxiang. She gave birth to a daughter for herself. She said she was waiting for her to name her after she returned. Now she only named her nickname An An. Yang Lin felt warm in his heart. This was because she was looking forward to her.
She returned to school safely, and it was not in vain for me to hurt her.
There were still five or six letters left, but Yang Lin couldn't bear to open them. He could only rely on these letters for comfort after being away from home for half a year. No wonder the ancients said that letters from home are worth ten thousand yuan. Take the letters from Li Ning'er, Yin Qianqian, Yun Niang and others.
When he reached his arms, Yang Lin looked at the travel-worn beauty in his arms and said with a smile: "Master, I am about to go on an expedition. You have come all the way. I can't let you come in vain."
Yang Pan'er looked up in shock, not knowing why.
Yang Lin pinched her chin and chuckled: "Go and close the door."
Yang Pan'er groaned, stood up, swayed her waist, and her legs were trembling. She walked slowly to the door, looked around, then closed the door and turned back.