Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty Thousands of Beacon Fires Connect to the Sea
In Bianliang City, people's hearts are floating.
The news that the Jurchen Tatars abandoned the Khitan in Yunzhou and went straight to the Youyan court to start a war spread like wildfire. A ferocious barbarian who had just destroyed the huge Khitan was extending its fangs and claws to the Song Dynasty.
Zhao Ji immediately sent 200,000 soldiers of the Beijing Camp Forbidden Army, whom he relied on as the Dinghai Divine Needle, under the command of Cai You who volunteered, to the border to assist in the battle.
In the Mingtang, Cai Jing's face was gloomy, and no one dared to step forward to touch his troubles. Ever since the imperial court issued an order, and Cai You swaggeringly led his troops northward from the city gate, Cai Jing's face had not shown a smile.
No one knows the level of his son better than his father, and few people can see the situation in Hebei, Hedong, and Youyan as clearly as Cai Jing.
At this time, the situation in the north can be described as dark clouds over the city, the wind is strong, and there is no way to hide, so this idiot of mine actually took the initiative to go.
The waves wash away the sand, the fire burns the gold, and Youyan is like a melting pot. Under the stormy environment, it is the stage for the strong and the graveyard for the weak. This eldest son of mine has no ability to go to such a place.
However, this rebellious son is becoming more and more disobedient. The reason why he was sent to Liang Shicheng in the first place was just for extra protection and to protect the wealth and glory of the Cai family. Who knew that such a prominent Liang Shicheng has gradually declined recently. If Cai Jing's thinking is followed, of course
He wanted to squeeze out the last bit of value from Liang Shicheng and get out as soon as possible. His stupid son was so stupid that he still hung out with him every day. He was as stupid as a donkey.
At this time, Lan Congxi came over, winked, and Cai Jing immediately stood up, and the two of them walked together to the small courtyard outside the Mingtang.
"Xiang En, there seems to be some movement in the court. Liang Shicheng's people are going crazy and impeaching Zhang Shangying, Wang Chaoli, Xu Zhichang, Bai Shizhong and others. Without exception, these people are all Yang Lin's cronies. There are also the Anti-Security Factory and the Imperial City.
The Secretary also had many illegal and evil deeds, and they were all dug up. The testimonies were displayed and the evidence was piled up, and it seemed to be conclusive."
There was a hint of gloating in Lan Congxi's words. At the beginning, Yang Lin was a new force in their faction. At that time, he almost surpassed Gao Gao in the limelight, and he was like the number two figure in Cai's party. Who would have thought that he would be dug up by Fang La while Cai Jing's ancestral grave was being dug up?
After returning to Hangzhou for more than a month, he decided to go it alone. In the eyes of Cai Dang, he had always been suspected of being a traitor and was somewhat hostile to Yang Lin.
Cai Jing seemed to be the only one who didn't take it seriously. In fact, Cai Jing was like a mirror in his mind. Why did Yang Lin leave his big tree alone and set up another branch? It was just because he was afraid of the suspicion of the officials. He had figured out the thoughts of the officials.
When the power of the prime minister reaches a certain level, he will definitely arouse the suspicion of the officials. If Yang Lin still follows him, or gets too close to him, the officials will definitely not use him in this way. Then Yang Wenyuan goes to war with Han Zhongyan
, Zi Qi Yi Dang has also seen through this, and it’s not that he has any grudge against himself.
In such a situation, there was a turmoil in the DPRK. Cai Jing's face turned even darker at that time: "Nonsense! Even if there are any means, they have to be used after the fight is over. The situation in Youyan is so tense now, and it all depends on Yang Wenyuan on the front line.
Taking charge of the war, the DPRK and China do not do everything they can to support them in winning this battle that is related to the fate of the country. Instead, they are holding back. Isn’t this just allowing the enemy to applaud."
Lan Congxi was slightly surprised. He took a closer look at Cai Jing and found that he was indeed a little angry. Then he said, "Should we help Yang Lin delay it?"
This question made Cai Jing stunned for a moment, and he was completely in a dilemma. He himself also wanted to suppress Yang Lin. Liang Shicheng was already decadent. After Wang Fu died, his vitality was severely damaged, and he has not recovered yet. What can the court do to him? The only threat left is Yang Lin's party, whose foundation is getting more and more solid. The most frightening thing is that he is still young, too young.
After he retired and became an official, no one could compete with Cai, not even counting the old friends of his own disciples.
Liang Shicheng's current offensive is obviously just an appetizer. He has been ruling the roost in the temple for so many years. Since he chooses to go to war, he must have a certain degree of confidence, and it will not be just these trivial means.
Cai Jing was constantly weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He didn't know what Liang Shicheng's trump card was, nor did he know if Yang Wenyuan had any countermeasures or counterattacks. How much could he profit from this conflict in the temple?
"Just wait and see what happens."——
In Yizhou Prefecture, Wanyan Zongwang went into battle in person, wearing only leather armor and no hood, leaving his arms bare for easier fighting.
The walled city in front of us was not that big and was a little dilapidated, but it was able to defend it for three full days under the Jurchen's violent and violent attack.
These three days were enough for the Yizhou Song Army to make arrangements and rush to reinforce the encirclement. What is strange is that still no reinforcements have arrived. The Song Army officers and soldiers in the village were looking forward to it, and their eyes had gradually changed from hope to despair.
A Gu gave a death order and the village must be completely slaughtered. Even though the village was already in dilapidated condition, Yang Lin had made early preparations after he arrived. The military villages he set up were still strong and tall enough. There were huge giants on the walls of the village. The crossbow machine was placed, and although the mountain road next to it could barely pass the troops and horses, it was still very difficult to deploy the equipment to attack the stronghold.
Wanyan Xiyin waved his hand, and from the Jurchen camp, there was a loud sound of firing bows and strings, and there was a lot of movement. The rain of arrows suppressed the Song army's defense for a while, and countless Jurchen Tatars were red. His eyes rushed to the village wall. Wanyan Zongwang drew his sword to draw blood and shouted: "Go ahead and kill him!"
Wu Jie, the guard of the village, was hit by an arrow in the shoulder. His head and face were covered with dust and blood, and he looked unrecognizable. He looked around with some fear in his eyes until he saw someone hiding behind a corpse. Yu, younger brother Wu Lin, who occasionally drew arrows to fight back, showed a smile.
The helmet on Wu Lin's head fell off at some point. Wu Jie took off his own, threw it over, crawled over on all fours, got close and lay in his ear and said: "Second brother, I can't hold on anymore." , you go quickly and change into a soldier's armor. Don't resist when the time comes, and leave a trace of blood for our Wu family. We brothers have received a great favor from the young master, and I will die in this village, brother."
Wu Lin frowned and was about to retort when suddenly a horn sounded.
The suppressed Song Army in the stronghold suddenly had a bright look in their eyes, and the surprise was beyond words.
In front of the Jurchen formation, everyone looked to the southeast and saw a stream of red on the horizon. The red tassels on the hats of the soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty gathered together, just like flames accumulating into a volcano.
Countless horns were whining. The flags were like a sea, the wind was fierce, the swords were like forests, and the cold light was shining. The sea of people kept coming out from a distance, covering the area within sight, and dust was rolling on the earth. .
Zong Wang lowered his hands, stepped on the mountain of corpses and looked into the distance in the sea of blood. He was stunned for a moment and suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled ferociously: "The main force of the southerners has come out!"