Black clouds piled up, strong winds rolled in, and the sky slowly turned into a terrifying scene in people's sight.
The strong wind also gradually picked up, blowing the land inside the cloud into a patch of wind-swept grass, whining past the mountains, rivers, and countless soldiers and horses on this land.
Pushed by the strong wind, dark clouds came from the horizon to the top of the head, until the entire sky was densely covered into a dark world.
Following a flash of lightning, heavy rain poured down, washing away the blood of Datong City, Yunzhou. On the muddy road, every step on the road was covered with blood and mud, and even the boots were stained red.
There was a thunder, and Zhong Xi who was hiding in the fort cursed. The amount of rain made the bow and arrow lose their lethality.
Zhong Xi, whose shooting skills were astonishing, took aim for a long time. Before the arrow could reach him, it was so light that it was easily dodged by a Tatar.
The Jurchen soldier picked up the arrow and shook it this way, with a look of ridicule on his face. Behind him, dozens of Jurchen Tatars were hiding under a broken roof, and they all laughed.
"What a thief!" Zhong Lao laughed angrily and cursed: "After the rain stops, we must capture Yu's house in front of us!"
An ordinary house has changed its owner five times. Countless corpses are piled under the courtyard wall that was damaged by stone cannons and used as a wall to block it.
After being soaked in floods, it is not difficult to imagine that the next step will be a plague that will take away many lives.
Under the curtain of rain, dozens of horses were seen passing by, splashing mud all over the ground and splashing on the faces of the Jurchen Tatars who were hiding on both sides of the road. However, these people did not even make a move to wipe it off, and looked up at these people.
The destination of the knight.
Soon, they shouted excitedly and rushed over behind the cavalry.
"The Tatars are also crazy. They will fight in the rain and prepare to meet the enemy."
The flag bearer of the Song Army shook the flag vigorously several times. The flag had lost its original splendor, soaked up the rainwater, and clung softly to the flagpole. The flag bearer holding the flag sighed, placed it high, and picked it up from the ground.
He picked up a spear and rushed forward.
On the street in front of me, the trenches made of haste were not dug deep, but the crossbars were made by dismantling the beams of many high-rise buildings and stacking them up.
When the Jurchen cavalry approached, several of their prancing horses were broken, and they also dismounted and rushed over on foot to fight.
Blood and mud spattered, swords and soldiers clashed, Zhong Zhu led his troops from high places on both sides, throwing stones down.
The leading beams and beams also blocked the Jurchens' attack. The road was slippery on rainy days, making it even more difficult to attack.
After probing for a while, these Jurchens retreated back again. On the road, another layer of corpses from both sides accumulated.
Zhong grinned furiously, as a spear was thrown up just now and missed his armpit, taking away a piece of cloth and flesh.
All the soldiers' eyes were bloodshot and somewhat hollow.
Too many dead people are destroying the morale of the troops on both sides of the war. This is the time to compete with the will of the troops.
The cold rain poured into the iron armor, and the close-fitting clothes were sticky on the flesh. The war was going on. This wonderful son was raised by his parents as if they were treasures. His wife missed her long-awaited husband day and night. What was it worth?
But if we don't fight to the death and take a look at the dilapidated Datong City, if this war happened in Qinlong or Hedong, the dead bodies lying on the ground would be familiar villagers, right?
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Bianliang, suburb.
Yang Lin, who was riding past, had just seen off the last batch of Forbidden Army soldiers. These elites, the elites, were going to fight a fierce battle after forming an army.
In addition to being a little concerned, Yang Lin also had a few complicated emotions in his heart, as if he was a student who had been brought up by himself and was about to take the imperial examination.
Suddenly, a colorful ribbon fluttered and flew over.
Lu Qian raised his knife to block it. After confirming that only the woman's belongings were falling, he cursed with a smile and continued walking.
Yang Lin asked suspiciously: "Are the people of Bianliang so rich? Are you just throwing away such fine silk?"
Lu Qian laughed loudly: "Young Master, I don't know. This is a long-standing show in Bianliang, called the Liuxiang Poetry Club. All the big courtesans in Kaifeng Prefecture are here, and all the talented people who are good at poetry can do whatever they want.
Dotted with flowers, she held a piece of gold to cut the beauty's clothes. It is said that a beauty was cut naked in the past."
These romantic stories made the guards laugh, and the laughter was a bit obscene, and it was obvious that they had some bad imaginations.
Yang Lin frowned slightly, and without saying anything else, he rode his horse back to the house.
After a few mouthfuls of food, Yang Lin stood up without even changing into his official uniform. Lu Qian and others were still eating, and Yang Lin stood in front of them, waving his hands and saying, "You guys eat first, after we finish we'll go to the military headquarters."
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After waiting for a while, he stood here, wondering who could still eat. Lu Qian stood up with a wry smile and said, "Young Zai, let's go."
There is a constant flow of postmen from the Ministry of War, constantly sending military information and developments from various places. Every official has a mountain of documents in front of his desk, but everyone is conscientious and conscientious, changing the past yamen style of perfunctory and procrastinating. A group of newly promoted people
Young officials are even more vigorous and resolute in their work.
Yang Lin convened officials from the Ministry of War to discuss the military situation and whether the money and food supplies were in place. He then arranged roads for civilians to transport food and eliminated bandits along the routes.
As soon as he left the gate of the Military Department, Yang Lin came to the Household Department, repeatedly confirmed that the supplies were sufficient, and personally inspected the Bianliang warehouse. It was already approaching dusk.
Lu Qian and others were about to escort him back to his home when Yang Lin waved his hand and said, "Go to the Imperial Academy."
"Tai Xue?"
Cai Jing reformed and abolished the imperial examination system and implemented the academy admission system. Taixue was the last step for scholars in the world to jump to the dragon gate. Most of today's so-called romantic talents are concentrated in Taixue.
These people may have real talents and learning, brilliant writing skills, and gushing ideas. But by this time in the Northern Song Dynasty, the academic style had been corrupted by the scholar-bureaucrats.
Taking prostitutes as a romantic and poetry as a avenue, such a person will be a good candidate for an official career in the future.
Now, taking advantage of this war, it is time to change the world's scholarly atmosphere.
The atmosphere for students in Taixue has improved somewhat, but Bianliang is full of all kinds of bad temptations. The pragmatic academic style can hardly be overcome by the fragrance of powder.
Yang Lin and his party rushed to the gate of Taixue. At this time, Taixue was no longer an anti-Yang vanguard camp. Back then, Yang Lin rode on horseback and beat up Taixue Chen Chaolao, who was over sixty years old, in the street, making everyone here share the same hatred.
But now, most of them are under Yang Xue's sect.
Officials in the Imperial Academy came out to greet him one after another, wondering what the young master was doing here. Nowadays, the country is in troubled times, and the important figures in the court are extremely busy, so few people set foot in the Imperial Academy.
Yang Lin held a riding whip and said straight to the point: "Everyone, please summon the scholars. I have something to say."
In the second year of Xuanhe, Yang Shaozai ascended the Taixue platform, waved his hand, and called on hundreds of thousands of scholars from academies at all levels across the country to go to the sea, to the canals, and to the mountains to carry out their own actions, transport grain to Yunnei, and support the frontline war.