Outside Yanmen Pass, in the border area, people are hunting with flags.
Countless soldiers and horses, lined up in a long snake, passed through the valley.
In midsummer, the sun is blazing in the sky, and even places like Yingzhou Yunnei are experiencing unbearable heat.
In the Chinese army, Zhong Shidao rode a carriage, and tied the wheels with cotton cloth to reduce the bumps as much as possible.
Lao Zhong was getting older. This time, the imperial court originally ordered Qin Long to send troops, but did not ask Zhong Shidao to accompany the army.
But this time was different from the past. Zhong Shidao ignored the opposition of his disciples and led his army out of Yanmen.
The accompanying Wang Hou, Yao Gu, Zhong Shizhong, Yang Keshi, etc. are all veteran generals of the Western Army. This battle will definitely not let the flames of war reach Qinlong again. This is the bottom line of the Western Army.
As the governor of Qinlong, Zhong Shidao was highly favored by everyone. Both the people and the soldiers here lined up to welcome him back. It was not that the Zhong family had such great influence, but it was actually Zhong Shidao's own prestige.
In the history of later generations, after the death of Zhongshi Dao, it was difficult for Zhongshi to convince the masses. The Western Army was in chaos and scattered, and they did not forget to fight with each other when the country was broken.
Halfway through the journey, a sentry came back to the horse and reported: "Commander Commander, there is a joint letter from Emperor Liao and General Yao."
Zhong Shidao took it from the curtain of the carriage, unfolded the letter written on the cowhide scroll, and wrote: The veteran general's troops have left Yanmen, and all the places in Yunnei will launch a general attack today. I also hope that with the war situation in mind, he will lend a helping hand, stand up and launch a general attack.
Jurchen Tartars.
Master Zhong was stunned for a moment. Master Zhong was impatient and stepped forward and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"I didn't expect that the Khitan people would actually take the initiative to attack. This shows that the Khitan has not yet reached the point of subjugation." Master Zhong said with a little admiration. This Yelu Dashi is indeed not an ordinary person.
Master Zhong took the letter from his brother, his face turned red and he looked slightly happy: "This is God helping me in the Song Dynasty!"
The imperial court's decree came down a few days ago, which means that after the war, a Hongmen banquet will be held for Yelu Dashi and the land in Yunnei will be completely taken back.
If Yunnei is taken back, there will be a solid screen to the north of Qinlong.
The war-torn land of Hexi has finally found peace and tranquility.
Not far away, Yao Gu also came riding over. After reading the letter from Yelu Dashi, he said with a smile: "These Khitan people have not had their backs broken yet. It seems that there are advantages to having a large territory. There are always a few people who cannot be defeated."
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The old look on Zhong Shidao's face became lighter as he went north. After his chest expanded, he stood on the carriage and laughed: "Then we will accompany them to fight and spend some time with the Jurchen Tatars who are rumored to be vicious."
Almost all sentinels in various places within the cloud were dispatched, traveling to and from the battlefield, which was extremely dangerous.
The Jurchen camps were also aware of it, but they didn't know what these people were going to do.
Wanyan Aguda gathered all the generals and was discussing the strategy for the next battle. Generally speaking, the Jurchens were more comfortable in Yunnei than in Youyan.
The grain road in Feng Shengzhou can ensure the transportation of materials to Daikin's rear, so that he will not starve if he cannot get it like he did in Youyan last time.
Wanyan Loushi controlled Fengsheng Prefecture and had repelled several attacks by Yao Pingzhong. The Song and Liao allied forces had failed in trying to cut off his food routes.
In the Jinbing tent, there was a fierce quarrel, but few people were discussing the war. More people were dissatisfied with each other, accusing and ridiculing each other, and showing off their achievements.
Although Wanyan Aguda was not happy, today's Jin Kingdom still had many tribal habits. These Bojilie had a great say and could even veto Wanyan Aguda's decision.
Just as they were spitting, a sudden change was taking place.
The night is getting darker and the bright moon is hanging high.
In the sky above Yunzhou City, countless fireworks suddenly rose, so gorgeous.
Countless people and horses poured out of the surrounding fortresses, fortifications, and cities.
The cities passed each other, slowly sweeping through the clouds like a prairie fire.
Liao people, Han people, Jurchens, Mongols, Dangxiang people... were fighting heartlessly on the land of Yunnei.
The war has officially begun.
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Bianliang City is bustling with lights and feasting.
There are also many guests in Zhaodefang.
There were many shadows in the study, and the lights were like beans. Yang Lin was lying on the table, looking down at a map. His apprentice Cai Sui held a candle and helped him light it.
"Those who are warlike will perish! Wanyan Aguda is also arrogant. The little Jurchen occupies almost the entire territory of Daliao, and her evil intentions are not dead. They are attacking Youyan and Yunnei again, and they are swollen!"
Yang Lin slapped the table to encourage himself: "We will win this battle."
Song Jiang was standing underneath with his hands behind his back. Sitting on the chairs were Bai Shizhong and Gao Bian, as well as Ma Kuo, Yu Wenxuzhong, and Wu Min standing behind Yang Lin, all of them a little excited.
The battle that starts tonight has been notified to Bianliang for a long time. Although it is superficially a battle between Liao and Jin, in fact the soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty accounted for a large proportion of it.
Two generations of Western armies have left Yanmen Pass. If they don't fight well, the land of Qinlong will also be in danger.
Even the Jurchen Tatars could advance into the hinterland of the Central Plains from the east of the river. At that time, they could only mobilize Youyan soldiers and horses and northwest soldiers and horses to defend them.
Yu Wenxu said in a low voice: "Teacher, the fighting style that has blossomed everywhere is most suitable for the Western Army's fortress tactics. Can we... start?"
"Start! Send an order to the governor of Qinlong and ask him to summon the people and prepare to go to Yingzhou to build forts. Our strategy is to use forts to defeat the Tatars. If one is not enough, build a hundred. If a hundred are not enough, we will
Just build a thousand.”
Song Jiang also interjected: "Do you want to mobilize some troops from the northwest?"
Yang Lin had already considered this issue, so he blurted out without thinking: "No, the Tibetan and Qiang soldiers in the northwest should still be based in the Western Regions. If the army is out for a long time, it will inevitably cause trouble. I will not go to the Western Regions Protectorate for a long time.
I don’t know what the situation is like now. Once the New Deal stops being so frustrating, I will inevitably have to go west.”
Song Jiang once commanded a force that was not weaker than the Western Army. It was inevitable that he would seek some benefits for his old subordinates.
When he heard Yang Lin's objection, he stopped insisting and just said: "If the northwest soldiers dare to fight and can fight, it is better to station troops on the border. If there is something wrong in the clouds, they can be mobilized nearby."
"That's okay. Let Su Kanye and Bie Shiye leave Fugu. If that doesn't work, just go straight to Shuozhou."
As the night got darker, Yang Lin sent a group of people out of the house, and Yang Lin was still excited. This battle was so damn exciting. It was a pity that he couldn't be there in person, and it was a good thing that he wasn't here. Otherwise, with his cautious temperament, he would be so nervous that he couldn't sleep.
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Seeing everyone boarding the carriages, Yang Lin waved his hand and called Lu Qian over: "The night is long and I miss the battlefield, how can I sleep peacefully?"