Lu Qian was immediately relieved when he heard that Song Jiang's men were in front of him. Song Jiang had arrived near Kaifeng Mansion at this time, which was definitely good news for people like him.
Yang Tianning picked up his clothes, patted the dirt on his body, and said with a smile: "It will be good if my adoptive father comes back. A few days ago, there was a lot of gossip in Bianliang City. Mr. Yin was arrested by people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and Liu from the Imperial City Division
Tiju sent someone to let us escape from the city. Unexpectedly, we met the envoy of Song Dynasty when we came out. Hei is not a man who makes up his mind. If you ask him, you can't give him a serious answer. He has 100,000 soldiers and horses in his hand.
Every time I ask, I am waiting for my adoptive father to come back."
Lu Qian touched his messy hair and said with a smile, "Then what else do you want from him?"
"If I had 100,000 people in my hands, I would go into the city to rescue Mr. Yin, and then kill all those who framed and abused my adoptive father, so that I could be happy." Yang Tianning spat and cursed: "Those birdies have been working all day long.
I was drunk here, and I led a group of prostitutes in the suburbs to speak rudely to my adoptive father under the influence of wine. I wanted to cut out their tongues."
Lu Qian narrowed his eyes and felt the same. Those who have never been to Youyan and the Jurchens will never know how hard it is on the front line. Those Tatars can kill people with just one arrow from their horses. Their armor is as thick as a wild boar.
Pi, they never seem tired when fighting. I really wonder if they are human beings or a group of wild animals out of the mountains. The young prime minister has a high position, but he consciously risked his own life in Youyan and commanded the battle. Instead, he was mobbed by a group of officials here.
Attacking it, this feeling is really uncomfortable.
Lu Qian had also fought on the front line, and he felt aggrieved, not to mention Shao Zai, who was the direct victim.
"The Jurchens arrived in Baima County. Although the Song Dynasty envoys were ink, they fought without ambiguity and were much better than when they were in Dali. When they arrived, they pushed the Jurchen Tatars back to the north bank of the river. Today, they surrounded Linhe again. I think
We can probably kill all the more than a thousand Tatars inside. We serve as sentinels for him, specializing in killing Jurchen spies. Hehe, I just saw you sneaking around, Uncle Lu, and almost caught you as a spy."
Lu Qian shook his head and said: "The Jurchen spies are more vigilant than me. They have extraordinary skills and superb archery skills. If I encounter you, just go back and report them. If you act rashly, someone will die."
Yang Tianning just giggled and said nothing, but a child next to him chuckled and said: "Uncle Lu's words are like what a baby said. If you don't kill people in a war, is it still a war? The Jurchen Tatars are also human beings. If I stab them, they will bleed, but if they stab me, they will bleed."
It's the same with a knife, everyone depends on their ability to see who kills whom."
Lu Qian smiled and mentioned him, saying, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Shaozai."
Yang Tianning broke away like a loach, but he was very agile. Lu Qian's expression changed, and he knew that this kid had some skills.
"Hey, Uncle Lu, it's not that Tianning doesn't want to see his adoptive father. The Song Dynasty envoy is attacking the city. Our task is to know the spies and spies around us. We can't easily retreat without military orders before the battle is over. Uncle Lu can go first.
Let your adoptive father inform you of the situation here, and we will find you after the war is over." After saying this, imitating turtle doves and making clear calls, a group of spies prostrated on the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Even Lu Qian couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling. These little things came and went without a trace, as if they had blended into the water and soil of this place. Their young age gave them the best disguise, and they would not be suspicious even if they were discovered.
But they all know what techniques to use and where to attack to kill you.
He got on his horse, patted his mane, and hurried back to the river. Except for dozens of sentries, the river was already filled with loud snores. Yang Lin was extremely tired and fell into a deep and dead sleep.
Lu Qian was sure that Song Jiang's people would have no problem entering the small town of Linhe, so he sat next to Yang Lin, nibbling dry food and waiting for him to sleep a little longer.
Looking at the flowing river with his sword in his hand, Lu Qian had mixed feelings in his heart. Since ancient times, when generals led troops outside and were framed by the imperial government and died, they only left their famous names for future generations to lament and lament.
During the Anshi Rebellion, Li Longji, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, listened to the slander of the eunuch Bian Lingcheng and killed Feng Changqing and Gao Xianzhi in front of the tens of thousands of troops in Tongguan. Unfortunately, the two famous generals spent their lives fighting the army and died in the hands of the eunuchs, leaving countless people in Tongguan.
The soldiers cried and cried out for injustice.
Nowadays, the war disaster of the Jurchen Tatars is not as good as that of Anlu Mountain, but the situation of Shaozai is very similar. He looked at Yang Lin who was sleeping soundly holding a stone, suddenly smiled, and thought to himself: Shaozai is not Feng Changqinghe.
Gao Xianzhi, Liang Shicheng, you are going to be in bad luck.
Now, people like me have traveled thousands of miles from Youyan to Bianliang. The young master still wants to kill the Jurchens first before entering the city. He has not paid attention to the group of young people in Bianliang City. This is the true heroism, which is better than being killed at the neck.
Gao Xianzhi and Feng Changqing are much stronger.
The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the red sunset glow on the horizon. Suddenly, the pebbles on the ground trembled slightly. Yang Lin and many soldiers woke up from their sleep and touched the weapons around them: "The Tatars are coming?"
Lu Qian shook his head and said, "Don't panic, Young Master. I've already seen it. It's Song Jiang here."
Yang Lin took a long breath, stood up, twisted his waist and stretched his arms. If he hadn't practiced Taoist health-preserving methods day after year, year after year, he would have been unable to recover for several months. Although he is still tired and aching all over,
But Yang Lin knew well that he would be able to recover as before after just resting for about half a month.
The men and horses in the distance were slowly approaching, and Lu Qian was busy trying to reassure the soldiers. Hearing that the people coming were his own, the soldiers still had doubts in their hearts. These people came to Bianliang but came to Qingjun's side, and his own people may not be reliable.
Wu Lin quietly approached Yang Lin, ready to fight at any time. Yi Zhou's impulse at that time had long since calmed down. Now everyone is inevitably still worried, and so is Wu Lin. After all, what you have to do with Shao Zai is not an ordinary thing.
The side of the Qingjun sounds nice, but it is actually a palace coup. Strictly speaking, it is a kind of rebellion. It depends on how the young master handles the situation in the future.
The leading horses came to the river with billowing dust. One of them, a tall man, raised his hands to protect himself from the sun. He saw Yang Lin and said excitedly: "Brother, I saw it. The young master is right there."
Turning over and dismounting, with tears in his eyes, Song Jiang's dark, squat figure was just like yesterday, but he almost didn't recognize Yang Lin when he saw him again.
The young prime minister had a green beard, his face was covered with dust, and his hair was tangled together. He looked like a savage. Song Jiang had never seen Yang Lin like this before. He had always seen young prime ministers who were in power and looked down upon the hero. He was the best in the dynasty.
Senior officer.
"Young Zai." Song Jiang supported him and said, "You are finally back."
Yang Lin grinned: "Gongming, it's hard to be worried these days. Our brothers are not people who are jealous. No matter who wants to harm us, they will die when I come back to Bianliang."