Chapter 411: Bianliang enjoys happiness, Han Shizhong
In midsummer, the sun is like a furnace, baking the earth.
The continuous rain a few days ago made the road full of potholes. The ground after the water accumulated was wet and muddy. When exposed to the scorching sun, it cracked and rolled up into pieces of palm-sized soil.
To the north of the Great Wall, in the Jurchen camp, all the Jurchen soldiers were hiding under the shade of trees and in large tents to escape the heat.
They came from Huanglong Mansion, where the city was covered in ice and snow, and it was difficult to endure the scorching heat in this quiet land.
Zong Han looked at his camp and gently turned the riding whip in his hand, with a lingering evil in his eyes.
Lou Shi stood aside without saying a word. He knew very well what Zong Han was thinking now.
In front of this magnificent fortification, human beings seem so small. It is hard to imagine that this Great Wall was built by manpower. It is no wonder that the Han people in the south were able to defeat the Jurchens. A nation that can tame mountains and cliffs must have its own unique skills.
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"On such a hot day, if you walk outside, people and horses will be able to get a layer of oil from the sun. Zong Han, we can't fight in this kind of weather. I don't know how long it will be hot."
Zong Han said with a gloomy face: "Lou Shi, we need a lot of time to prepare for the war, and we won't be able to fight in time. You can send people to capture and drive a group of newborns from Liaodong, and transport grain, grass and baggage. By the autumn, the horses will be fat and the people will be strong."
, it happens to be a good time for fighting. This time I issued a military order in front of the old emperor, if we can’t take You Yan, we will all die.”
"Deploy a few scouts. This group of Song soldiers often come down the mountain to harass, so we have to be on guard. A few days ago, a group of more than thirty Song soldiers came and were surrounded by Nirian soldiers and killed them all. But last night they were
He came to take revenge and burned our forty-two sons to death."
Zong Han snorted coldly: "They are just relying on the Great Wall. After they fight through it, I will massacre the cities in the dozens of military states and turn the soil of this Youyan land red."
On the observation deck on the top of the mountain, Zongze held up a telescope that he regarded as a treasure and had finally obtained from Yang Lin, and watched the Jurchens arranging their troops at the foot of the mountain.
A small rope was tied to the root of the telescope and tied around Zongze's waist. There was also a slender small cloth bag specially used to hold it.
After carefully putting the telescope in, Zongze turned around and said to the guard of the beacon tower: "The Jurchens are charging too fast. We must keep a close eye on them and not relax. Arrange a few more people to take turns monitoring.
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"Don't worry, Commander, we will definitely guard this pass." The guard was a veteran. Because of his outstanding performance in the Battle of Zhuolu Mountain, he was promoted to the head of the infantry. The excitement has not passed yet.
Because of his military exploits, Zongze was also promoted to Montenegro's strategic envoy, responsible for border defense.
Wang Zhen stood behind him and sighed: "I wonder how Han Xuanshuai is doing now. He should not be allowed to go to Bianliang when he is using generals at the border."
When he mentioned this, Zongze became very angry and sneered: "This rogue knows his family's wealth and is crying and shouting that he wants to go back with the young master. Didn't you see his face!"
Han Shizhong came from a low-level background in the Western Army. These people have been suppressed in the army for too long, and most of them have some unruly, selfish, and shrewd habits. No matter who you are, if your battle achievements that you have risked your life for have been falsely claimed again and again, you will also
Hit your little ninety-nine in your heart a few times.
Since Han Shizhong collected Fangla in the south of the Yangtze River and got acquainted with the big tree Yang Lin, he always wanted to enter the Privy Council and become a noble minister.
This time he took back Youyan, and he was Yang Lin, the third most meritorious general below Gao Bing, so he impatiently waited for the letter in Youyan, and followed Yang Lin's guard of honor to Bianliang, a place he had longed for.
Although Zongze was promoted to the position of general manager and rose to the top in one step, he was not happy. He knew very well that Han Shizhong had a good way of fighting. In terms of commanding troops and horses to respond to battle, he was even a head above him, but such a man had a strategy in his mind.
, but don’t think about showing off at the border, and just think about enjoying happiness, it will inevitably be looked down upon by others.
Wang Zhen actually thought so in his heart, but he had a very good personal relationship with Han Shizhong and refused to speak ill of him behind his back. He just shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Han Shizhong, Han Shizhong, why did you leave your brothers and go to Bianliang to enjoy your life? Now you must be living and drinking, and you can’t think of anything anymore——
Bianliang City, Yanqing Street, Shili.
A big man was stripped of most of his clothes and thrown out of a luxurious restaurant, causing a circle of dust to fall on the ground.
The big man stood up, touched his head, looked around guiltily, and found no one he knew, so he felt relieved.
"Damn it, you just owe a few gambling debts, but you dare to throw me and tell me my name, so that you will kneel down and beg for mercy." The big man cursed and looked extremely embarrassed. It was the leader of the generals in Hebei, Commander Xuan.
Han Shizhong.
The people of Bianliang are well-informed and have long been accustomed to strange things. Ten percent of them were thrown out due to gambling debts.
"Speaking of which, I have been in Bianliang for so long, and the young master promised to take me to see the saint, but there has been no movement. I have saved up for three years to buy a house, and today I lost all my money. The documents from the Privy Council have been delayed. How can this be?
Okay. No, I still have to go see Shaozai."
He tied up the only remaining robe, with most of his arms bare, revealing his muscular body, and came to a stall.
There were several yellow and orange crisp pears on it, which looked very good. "Old man, are these pears sweet?"
"If you have money, it will be sweet. If you don't have money, it will be smelly and bitter."
"You old man, you are a bitch-tongued, are you the one who trades like this?" Han Shizhong picked up one, rubbed it on his waist, and after three gulps, one pear was gone.
The old man selling pears looked disgusted and asked, "Do you want to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, don't bite it. You're not a donkey."
Han Shizhong didn't bother with him and said with a smile: "These pears are not bad. Wrap these thirty or forty for me. I'm going to visit Yang Lin and Yang Shaozai."
The old man spat and cursed: "Don't be so shameless, let me eat for nothing, and you are still fooling around with me? Be careful, I will call the official, come on, don't delay my business, today is the bad day."
Yes, I met a poor man."
Han Shizhong is not an ordinary general. He climbed up from the bottom. In the northwest, I don’t know how many insults he has suffered, how many scolds he has received, and he has had more fights than the average person. This old man is so rude, he
He wasn't angry either. He looked around furtively, got closer and lowered his voice and said, "I'll tell you the truth. I am the commander-in-chief of all the troops and horses in Hebei Province, and I was the one who brought Youyan back. You can give me dozens of dollars today."
A pear, if you enter the Privy Council, I will give you some more money."
The old pear seller couldn't bear it anymore and picked up his pole to beat him. Han Shizhong was afraid of being caught and recognized his identity, so he quickly covered his face and ran away.
He rushed towards Zhaodefang, murmuring in his heart: Young Zai, Young Zai, if you can't remember me, Old Han, you will live on the street.