"I propose to depose Cai Jing, the minister under Zhongshu's family, and recall Zhang Shangying to serve as prime minister."
As soon as these words came out, even Song Jiang was a little shaken, and his expression was very complicated.
Shao Zai seems to be wasting his time in haste. After this change, if Cai Jing, a powerful traitor, can win over, he will definitely put down the turmoil in Bianliang quickly, so that the turmoil of the palace change can be settled as quickly as possible.
At this time, if you want to give up the photo, is it too ugly to eat the photo?
Yang Lin's face was as dark as water. Everyone underestimated his determination. After entering and exiting Bianliang City three times, Yang Lin had already given in.
The civil and military conduct of the Manchu Dynasty did not change slightly because of his concessions. On the contrary, they were aggressive. If you gave in, he would press forward.
Why should we let the turmoil end? Damn it, the killing is not over yet. The Song Dynasty is so rotten, it is necessary to cut off all the rotten flesh at once, and there will still be a chance to develop muscles and activate blood. Otherwise, the endless rotten flesh will continue to corrode this huge
empire.
Now in the Song Dynasty, there is only one Jurchen for foreign aggression, and they are about to face a dire situation. Going to the capital is precarious, and the Khitan's resistance will become more intense with the Northern Expedition of Yao Pingzhong and Yelu Dashi.
In the land of Youyan, they were unable to break through Han Shizhong Zongze's defense line. Wanyan Xiyin was killed and scattered by himself. The Klie tribe had already attacked them and they would all be wiped out soon.
The Khitans had too much time to take care of themselves, and the Jurchens were eager to escape. They were here in Bianliang City to cure the shortcomings of the Song Dynasty.
Zhao Si was completely speechless. Each of Yang Lin's three knives struck at a vital location.
Civilian Prime Minister of the Forbidden Army!
These three most taboo nouns in the Song Dynasty have become his testing ground. Isn't it a little too ignorant to know how high the world is?
Yang Lin said loudly: "Your Majesty, what do you think?"
Zhao Si waved his hand, and Yang Jian quickly said on his behalf: "Your Majesty is ready to play."
After the dynasty was over, Yang Lin walked out of the hall, with Yang Jian and Liu Qingshui following behind him.
Yang Lin turned around and looked at Yang Jian. Ever since they met, the two brothers had a tacit understanding. One was in charge, the other was in charge. Yang Lin took his hand and said, "Brother, all matters within the ban are entrusted to your hands."
Already."
Yang Jian nodded, smiled softly on his fair face, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "This time, we are going to break the sky."
Liu Qingshui looked at Yang Lin from the left and Yang Jian from the right. He didn't quite understand what they meant, but he was also inexplicably excited. He stepped forward and put his hands on each other, with a generous expression and nodded heavily.
After leaving the imperial city, I discovered that a group of civil servants and soldiers from the imperial army had gathered on Bianliang East Street, blocking the road.
"It's Yang Lin! The traitor is out!"
"Rebellious ministers and traitors, bah!"
"Where is the saint? Where is the saint?"
When they saw Yang Lin and others coming out, they all stood up in a hurry, either cursing or getting angry, as if they were denouncing the traitors with words and writings.
Yang Lin got on his horse, pulled the reins, and shouted: "Everyone, get out of the way!"
"Yang Lin, you rebellious traitor, please return the saint quickly!"
"Yang Lin kidnapped the saint, it is the traitor that we want to punish! At this moment, apart from eradicating the traitor for the country, what else can you say?"
No wonder there was no one in the Daqing Hall early in the morning. These birdmen were all blocked here. They probably didn't know about the three swords that Yang Lin chopped off. They relied on the century-old inertia of the Song Dynasty not to kill scholar-bureaucrats, so they started making noise here.
Yang Lin looked at them coldly, and suddenly felt an indescribable disgust. He raised the riding whip in his hand, and the soldiers behind him instantly changed from a horizontal formation extending to the two wings to a cone of strong and tenacious horses trampling thousands of troops.
Formation. Countless horse hooves hit the bluestone ground in the square outside the imperial city, directly penetrating into everyone's hearts!
The Forbidden Army generals, scholar-bureaucrats, and imperial scholars in front of me were all of different ages, both civilized and military, but they all had one thing in common, they were all red-faced and shouting loudly. Some of the Forbidden Army officers were even waving their weapons, full of threats. Although
Yang Lin persuaded some of the Forbidden Army to surrender, but among the 600,000 people, there were always some who were unwilling to submit to Yang Lin. After all, there were some unsolvable grudges between Yang Lin and the Forbidden Army.
This ridiculous courage allowed them to point at a group of hard-working men and shout insults.
The whip fell, the horse trampled down the long street, and a bloody massacre unfolded on the imperial street.
The sound of screams resounded through the sky. Countless people rolled into a ball, rushing around, trampling on each other. At this time, I was in it, and I no longer had any thoughts. I just wanted to escape from this place that was about to become a Shura field. What kind of fame?
Wealth and honor, any party disputes and palace affairs, have long been forgotten!
Some people who really didn't have time to escape didn't care where they were or whether a horse's hooves would step on them at the next moment. They fell to their knees in a daze, cried and begged for their lives, and kowtowed as if they were smashing garlic.
It was this group of birdmen who ruined the north of the Yangtze River, what a bullshit imperial army, what a shameful bureaucrat. In front of the cavalry, they could only kowtow and surrender, or run away with their heads in their arms, just like the Jingkang catastrophe decades later.
These thieves and slaves in Bianliang City enjoy the support of the whole country and consume the money of the Han people, but in the end they cannot even protect the daughters of the Han family.
The 600,000-strong Imperial Guards at the Capital Gate were elite soldiers inherited from the Later Zhou Dynasty by Zhao Kuangyin, the founding lord of the People's Republic of China. They were the entire support used to intimidate and crusade against the rebels in the world.
It only took a hundred years for the Song Dynasty to become like this. They were supported by all the people in the world, but they could not face Hu Qifan. When the country was in crisis, the Jurchens, who were known as hundreds of thousands of forbidden troops, had not yet arrived.
It collapsed by the Yellow River.
During the first siege of the city, the Jurchens did not dare to go up to the city walls to resist, but when they went to aid Taiyuan, they were defeated without a single battle. The main force of the Western Army led by Souchong was completely wiped out, and they did not hesitate to trap their friendly forces.
When the Jurchens besieged the city for the second time, no one dared to fight, forcing the Song Dynasty to rely on Guo Jing's Six Ding Liujia magic soldiers in despair.
When the Jurchens defeated Bianliang, they just knelt down and begged for their lives. They were tortured and killed by the barbarians, and they did not dare to make any resistance.
Such a ruthless hozen, with so little talent, actually dared to stand in front of him, turning out to be a treacherous traitor. The northwest soldiers under his command were like sharp knives, charging straight into the crowd.
At this moment, I don’t know how many people were knocked away, and how many people were trampled under the hooves of the horses. No one could even form a formation to stop these armored riders, but they just tried their best to escape in all directions to stay away from these fierce gods.
Some.
Some who escaped far were shot dead by the cavalry behind them. To them, a battle of this level was like falling leaves blown by the autumn wind, and even the intensity of ordinary training was not enough.
Yang Lin rode a horse, walked through the long street filled with blood, and walked slowly towards Zhaodefang.