Chapter four hundred and seventy-fifth, the king of the north and south
Bianliang, Zhaodefang.
There was a lamp like a bean in the study. Yang Lin lowered his head and looked at a map of the territory of the Song Dynasty with a curl of the corner of his mouth.
In the northwest corner, there is the homeland of the four old kingdoms of Tubo, Xixia, Uighur, and Karhan built by himself. When Yang Lin closes his eyes, he seems to be able to see hundreds of thousands of troops with clear banners and commanding them like arms;
Looking east along the map, Yunzhou is the court of Yelu Yanxi, and the Qinlong area is his base, the Western Army under Yao Pingzhong. The Zhe family has withdrawn from this stage, the Zhong family enjoys a happy life in Bianliang, and the Yang family is insignificant.
The hearts and minds of the people and the people of the West are all at my disposal;
Further east is Youyan. Han Shizhong has elite soldiers like clouds and fierce generals like rain. Although the land he has captured does not have the name of King of Yan, it has the actual status of King of Yan;
Follow Youyan to the coast, Tianjin Port, Mizhou Port, Huating Port, Mingzhou Port, and a line along the coast. The Municipal Shipping Department and Navy are all in hand, with soldiers and money;
Finally, there is Dali. The last piece of the territory has been completed and the Song Dynasty has been completely surrounded. Yang Lin reached out and made a fist above the map. The shadow fell on the map mountain. It seemed that a big hand was holding the Song Dynasty tightly.
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From all sides to Bianliang, our new policy must be implemented. Anyone who dares to block it will be turned into powder by this force.
With a creak, the study door was pushed open, and Yin Qianqian stepped in, smiling brightly, and brought a soup cup in person. Behind him were two little maids with buns, and they closed the door step by step.
Yin Qianqian saw him comparing things alone on the table and said teasingly: "Dalang, what are you doing, catching insects?"
Yang Lin touched his nose, and all his pride disappeared. He was a little embarrassed and said sarcastically: "Why are you here?"
Yin Qianqian remembered her father's instructions, and glanced at Yang Lin shyly with a pair of loving eyes, her cheeks flushed with rouge.
Who was Yang Lin? He could see her thoughts at a glance. He walked to the beauty's side, took a sip of fragrance on her dimple, and patted the soft part: "I'll go to your room tonight."
Yin Qianqian's face was full of shyness, she lowered her head and said "hmm" softly, her voice was like a mosquito.
As soon as Yin Qianqian left, there was a sound of footsteps. Lu Qian smelled the scent of fat, so he did not come in. He knocked on the door and said, "Young Master, there is news from the Khitan."
When Yang Lin heard this, he put the map away and said, "Come in and talk."
Lu Qian pushed the door open and walked in with some excitement on his face, and said loudly: "Young Master, Yelu Dashi was defeated at Beiwanggang. The Jurchens retook the gate of Zhongjing. Wanyan Lou's family sent troops south to besiege the Khitan court in Zhongjing."
"What about Yunnei's reinforcements?"
A trace of contempt flashed in Lu Qian's eyes, and he sneered: "There are no reinforcements. Yelu Yanxi and Xiao Sixian in Yunnei just sit back and watch their son being arrested, Concubine Wen died tragically, and Yelu witnessed the gold drop.
Yelu Yanxi decreed that Datong Mansion celebrated for three days to celebrate the execution of the rebels, and sent envoys to the Kingdom of Jin to send gifts of thanks to Dajin for helping them eradicate rebellion."
"hiss."
Yang Lin took a breath of cold air, as if a torrent was rushing through his heart. Is this Gouhunjun still a human being?
The fate of the Liao Dynasty is unstoppable. Let alone a mere Yelu Dashi, even the rebirth of his mother Yelu Abaoji cannot save this dim and decadent empire.
As a buffer zone, Khitan is very important. It must buy enough time to ensure that its domestic reform can be carried out with confidence and boldness.
With a slight frown between his eyebrows, Yang Lin muttered: "Yelü Dashi, give me a hand."
"He sent an order to Su Keye of Xiazhou to borrow a road from the territory of the Kelei people and deliver supplies to Yelu Dashi. Twenty thousand war horses, forty thousand pairs of armor, forty thousand scimitars, and one hundred thousand bows and arrows. Winter is coming.
"In the winter on the Moxi grassland, the Jurchens dare not set foot. It should be enough to support the Yelu Dashi to relax."
Lu Qian accepted the order and left. Yang Lin sighed. He had invested so much in Tianzuo Emperor Yelu Yanxi. At this time, he really felt like the mud could not hold up the wall.
This feeling also appeared in Zhao Ji. When he was fighting in Youyan, this guy sent Cai You to Hedong, and then the six gold medals called him back to Bianliang. At that time, Yang Lin felt this kind of emotion in his heart, that the mud could not hold up the wall.
, just like today.
The two kings of the south and the north, the two subjugated kings, are really not unjust at all.
No wonder they hit it off instantly in Five Kingdoms City, they are really damn close friends.
After Lu Qian left, Yang Lin looked at the map again. There was going to be a vacant position for his fist. From Yunnei to Yingzhou, it was the border between Khitan and Song Dynasty. Now it seemed that some defenders had to be stationed.
Just in case.
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In the early morning, the sky is dark.
On the outskirts of Bianliang City, the people of the Duwei Mansion were ready to go. Young Prime Minister Yang Lin impeached the Duwei Mansion for overreaching and killing too many people. The officials demoted Yin Muhong from the capital and took up the post of Suzhou Yingfeng Bureau.
Ever since Yin Muhong left Bianliang, his face had become gloomy, and his head seemed to be covered with a layer of blood.
The people in the Duwei Mansion knew that the time for mass killings was coming again. In less than half a year, the civil servants and ministers who once looked down upon them and looked down upon them had been killed by themselves.
The bloodstains on Jinliang Bridge have not dried yet, and there is a smell outside Fan Tower again, and now they have to rush to Jiangnan again.
A drizzle of light rain came unexpectedly, and the cold rain touched my armor, which made me feel particularly uncomfortable.
Yin Muhong waved his hand and said: "Tell the people behind you to speed up and get to the ship. There will be hot water for bathing and a cabin to avoid the cold. The wind will sail straight to the south of the Yangtze River."
The crowd accelerated in cheers, and the sound of horse hooves trampled on the bluestone on the outskirts of Bianliang, attracting passers-by to stop and watch. Many people dared to point after they left. This is the notorious Duwei Mansion.
It can stop children from crying at night.
At this time, countless Bianliang officials were celebrating at home.
The butcher Du Weifu, whose hands were stained with blood, finally left Bianliang.
In the ban, Yang Lin and Yang Jian sat opposite each other.
The captain's palace left, the murderous sword hanging above the heads of the officials in Bianliang disappeared, and Yang Lin was preparing to pull out the second one.
Yang Jian still has the iconic smile of an old woman, and his fair complexion is well-maintained. He doesn't look like a man in his late seventies. If he puts on a royal uniform and looks like a rich old lady, no one will look at him.
There will be no flaws.
But Yang Lin knew that this kind look was not wrapped up in kindness. That day in Genyue's palace, the old eunuch stabbed Liang Shicheng in the body, splattering blood all over him. He was indeed a ruthless person.
"Hehe, Brother Yang, this police department was first suppressed by your Long Live Battalion, and then came the Captain's Mansion. This time it's finally time for us to make a big show?"
Yang Lin lowered his head and smiled softly: "There is no big horn that doesn't have the final say. My old brother, you have to watch it carefully for me."