At Donghua Gate, a group of forbidden troops were attacking the city gate. The shouts of killing were loud, but they felt that something was missing.
At this time, many officials in the small building cheered in unison, encouraged by the courage of this group of forbidden soldiers to take the first action. The crowd was excited and wanted to join the team to attack the rebels.
However, the commander secretly shook his head. The army and horses were sparse, and even the shouts were not uniform. What was wrong with Ji? It was better to prepare to surround Gen Yue and let the rebels inside release the officials. That was the most important thing.
Suddenly, the city gate that they had hit and attacked opened on its own, and groups of cavalry came out.
As soon as these soldiers and horses rushed into the formation, they fought a hundred steps away. They did not alert Bianliang's shouts, and just lined up in front of the imperial army in silence.
The heavy sound of horses' hoofbeats hit the stone streets of Bianliang City leisurely. The horses' hooves were all covered with refined shoes, and they hit the stone slabs, splashing out pieces of sparks. In Bianliang City, there was no
There should be such murderous cavalry, they are suitable for charging and killing enemies on the vast grasslands.
Although Bianliang is large and accommodates thousands of things in the world, it cannot accommodate more than a thousand horses. The war horses under their crotches are all tall horses, with high shoulders and broad backs, and well-developed muscles. Compared with those commonly seen by Bianliang people,
The mount that came for transportation was more than a head tall, and it looked like it was carefully selected from countless war horses.
These war horses are all fully armored, and the armor leaves used are all luxuriously made of cold-forged fine iron. The leaves are also covered with terrifying warts, and when they move, they are like moving fortresses. Northwest
The war horses are slightly thinner than the big horses used by the Jurchens that grew up in extremely cold places. However, these carefully selected horses are still worthy of the praise of being very majestic.
They once traveled across the Western Regions, completely destroying the wealthy Karakhanid dynasty, killing all of their royal family, leaving only a puppet king. In the wind and sand of the Western Regions, countless cities trembled under their iron hooves, and in the
Opposite them was a group of Beijing-based imperial guards who could hardly fire a bow.
A hundred years of peace and tranquility reduced the imperial army that had followed Zhao Kuangyin to wipe out several countries and end the five generations of disputes to a group of honor guards. In the history of later generations, the Jurchens went south with almost no effort, and took down the magnificent country with just a single touch.
The Song Dynasty was in ruins.
If the Jurchen Tatars at that time had no ambition and only wanted to go back and enjoy the rich women they captured, it would be a question whether the Southern Song Dynasty court could remain peaceful for a hundred years. Their main opponents at that time were these helpless imperial troops.
Su Kanye waved his hand, and on the bluestone road, the Northwest Iron Cavalry launched a charge. The Imperial Guards who had been provoking for a long time on the opposite side were hit by this cavalry, and they had long forgotten the military formations they usually practiced. It was just a charge, and they left
Hundreds of corpses were collected and spread on the street.
As an important part of the imperial city, this place has not seen such blood and energy for many years. All Bianliang officials and people who looked at this place were stunned for a moment.
The seed master smacked his palms and sighed: "This big event is over!"
Zhong Shidao also let out a long sigh, and his old face was as dark as water. They once had a strong army that was not weaker than this, and now it is also in the Khitan territory thousands of miles away. Don't say whether he can still command it, even if
They still obeyed their own orders, but water from afar could not save them from thirst.
"Unless Yang Lin is here, no one can control Song Jiang!" Zhong Shizhong said angrily: "This black guy didn't expect to be so bold. It depends on how Yang Lin ends up behind him."
Zhong Shidao finally said: "Song Jiang has been in Yan'an Mansion for a month, and we are inseparable. He can't do what happened tonight. I have been immersed in the Great Song Dynasty Hall for so many years, and I pride myself on being able to see people. What happened tonight,
It was probably Yang Lin who did it."
"Yang Lin? Isn't he in Youyan? Even if he has wings, he won't be so fast, right?"
Zhongshidao drooped his eyelids and stopped talking. The more Zhongshi thought about it, the more he became afraid. It was just a mutiny in Songjiang. Even if the official family was killed, the country could still be cleaned up. At worst, a new king would be established. Zhao Ji's power was growing day by day.
The oppressed scholar-bureaucrats were breathless, which had long aroused dissatisfaction among the bureaucracy. The Song Dynasty did not need such a strong emperor, it only needed an obedient Emperor Shengming who was willing to rule by doing nothing.
But if Yang Lin comes back, it will be very different. In recent years, Yang Lin's minions have been building momentum all over the country.
He himself fought in the north and south, quelled the civil unrest in the south of the Yangtze River, and expanded the territory he conquered, which was larger than the original territory of the Song Dynasty. Countless proud soldiers and generals at the border followed his lead. If he had led this turmoil, it would still have been possible.
It might really change the Song Dynasty.
After the imperial army was killed and dispersed, they fled in all directions. A group of people surrounded Yang Jian and went out to see the commander-in-chief Taiwei Gao Qiu.
Yang Jian's sleeve contained an edict written by Zhao Ji, stating that Liang Shicheng was dead and asking Gao Qiu to withdraw his troops.
Yang Jian, who was nearly seventy years old, suddenly felt the passion of a boy of seventeen or eighteen. After dawn, there was a brand new Bianliang.
As for Gao Qiu, he smiled contemptuously at the corner of his mouth. How could Gao Qiu be so loyal and courageous? He had no idea how much business he had with Xiu Lou in private.
His son was Yang Lin's confidant. Yang Lin would not hesitate to praise Gao Bing wherever he went. Thinking of what happened tonight, Yang Jian suddenly thought, was the young prime minister really Gao Bing who he had unintentionally befriended?
He controls 600,000 forbidden troops. Although it is not useful, it is 600,000 after all. Yang Lin, did he plan this great change in advance? A chill made Yang Jian tremble, and then he got rid of these distracting thoughts.
, anyway, now I am a member of this boat.
As long as Gao Qiu understands current affairs tonight, the overall situation has been decided. Tomorrow's Bianliang will be the lackeys who clean up Liang Shicheng and Cai Jing.
At this thought, Yang Jian's heart was in his throat. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could already imagine the scene of countless soldiers and horses kicking open the door of Bianliang dignitaries.
If he wanted to survive this palace incident, he really had no time to be merciful. Thinking of the short black general stabbing Liang Shicheng in front of the dragon bed, Yang Jian knew that there was no need to worry about what Yang Lin and his men would do.
Softhearted.
These are a group of evil star evil masters. It looks like they want to kill all Bianliang people, and they won't stop until they have a skeleton of flesh and blood.
Fortunately, our family stood in line——
In Zhaodefang, the troops from the Ministry of Internal Affairs came at night and met the bankers who had been prepared long ago.
While the fighting was going on, there was a commotion outside. More and more people were pouring in. The Forbidden Army had already grasped the information. It was Yang Lin who led his troops back to Beijing and hijacked the Holy Lord.
Zhaodefang, as Yang Lin's residence, has gone beyond being a simple residence and is more like a small town.
There are countless capable people here, who were raised by Yang Lin to study with great concentration in the increasingly expanding outer courtyard of Zhaodefang. Now these people have crowded into the inner courtyard of Zhaodefang, holding strange weapons in their hands and shrinking in with their eyes closed.
In one piece, Lei Dong took Zheng Yunyao and three children to hide in the tunnel, trying to escape.
Yang Tong stood in the courtyard with his bare hands, watching his villagers fighting with each other, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Zhi Niang, thief, there are only so many people here. Lin'er has done such a big thing, why don't we go on a private trip?"
There are many officers and soldiers coming."
The commander in front of the palace, the general of the Forbidden Army, Shi Chongxin, came outside Zhaodefang and was stopped by a short man wearing the provincial robe of a chamberlain.
Shi Chongxin recognized that this was Liang Shicheng's confidant Wu Tiju, a Japanese straight man, and asked: "Yang Lin is causing trouble, and we have been ordered to capture his family members. What's ahead?"
Wu Luanbo chuckled and said: "I want Commander Shi to know that our Ministry of Internal Affairs has captured Yang Lin's family and has been ordered to take care of them. You can go back."
Shi Chong believed that he had it. The tall boy in front of him was a confidant of Taifu Liang. How could he not believe it? He turned his horse's head and said loudly: "Go to Genyue to support."
After the imperial army left, Wu Luanbo wiped his sweat and whispered: "I just said, Yang Shaozai is the Chiyang True Immortal. Taifu Liang is overestimating his own ability and wants to fight with the Immortal. He will definitely be dead by now. We in Japan are direct
Our life and death depends on whether we can protect Yang Shaozai’s family tonight.”
Surrounded by a group of Japanese Naobans who are half as tall as a man, their faces are full of conviction.