As soon as Song Jiang arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, across the river, he saw ships on the river like clouds.
In the distance, a lucky boat came speeding by, kicking up countless layers of waves and hitting the embankments on both sides.
After a while, the lucky boat stopped at the riverside, lowered the deck from above, and a big man jumped out.
"Could it be my brother Wu Erlang?" Song Jiang stretched out his hand, and the big man's face perked up and he rushed over with a grin.
Wu Song was tall and had a long beard under his chin since he was arrested. He looked dignified, but a deep and long scar on the corner of his eyebrow made his expression a little more sinister.
When ordinary people see such a big man, they will probably avoid him. It’s not about his heart, but a normal avoidance reaction to danger. Just like when you see a puppy on the street, no one will hide, but you are willing to fight with a tiger.
It's rare to see one spread out all over the place. Even a tiger that is known not to bite can still frighten people. Wu Song is of such a size.
Standing in front of Song Jiang, he was two heads taller. Hua Rong on both sides also muttered: "What a big man."
"This time, we have to capture this group of rebels for the imperial court, so that the world can learn about the loyalty and righteousness of our brothers." Song Jiang said with a smile.
People like Wu Song were always at the level of a military king wherever he went. In addition, he was recommended by Song Jiang, the envoy of the Privy Council. He had a great background and was very successful in the Nanhai Navy. He scratched his head and said with a smile: "Yes.
Knowing that the one who came to lead the troops was Brother Gongming, I specifically asked Commander Wu for orders to bring these ships to transport troops. This time I can follow my brother, even if I die in battle, it will be so happy."
"What are you talking about, Erlang? This is just a traitor. How can we hurt our brothers? Come on board and talk to us. I will introduce Hua Rong to you. This is also a good brother of ours."
At the port, the well-trained new troops from the Beijing camp boarded the troop transport ships of the Nanhai Navy one after another. Their war horses were also transported by horse boats.
"The rebels are gathering in the Hangzhou area. They want to repeat Fang La's retrograde march and capture Hangzhou first." Song Jiang said with a smile: "Idiots are dreaming. Tomorrow they will gather their troops and horses, eat enough food and feed the horses, and then kill them in one battle."
Get back to your original shape.”
In the Hangzhou area, a large number of rebels gathered. Originally, they had some military discipline and were looking forward to proselytizing and recruiting people.
However, as the team grew, there was no bottom line. The military discipline was extremely corrupt, everything in its path was in ruins, and countless women were raped and humiliated to death.
Their actions forced more desperate people to join the rebels. They transformed from a kind-hearted people who had been bullied into beasts, and began to kill other kind-hearted people. They became cruel in order to survive, and because they had no idea about their prospects, they
How long can you live without becoming shameless, a vicious cycle, and a mess of corruption?
This is already a typical rogue bandit. They were dragged down by these people in the late Ming Dynasty. One after another was eliminated and another one was exposed. Fortunately, the people today are not as desperate as they were in the late Ming Dynasty.
After the Secretary of General Affairs began to preach, many people knew the dangers of religious belief. In addition, the governor of Jingchu, Wang Ji, and Jiangnan Zhang Shuye mobilized troops in time to control the situation.
In the rebel camp, Wang Jingang's face was gloomy and he was in a irritable mood.
They agreed to take Hangzhou together, but not a single Mingjiao soldier was seen on the other side of Dongting Lake.
The soldiers in the camp were all confused and numb. They couldn't see their future. Just hearing the sound of drums and horns, they rushed forward excitedly, killing the people, enjoying the women of the rich gentry, and robbing gold, jewelry, and jade.
In the distance, there was a sudden sound of horse hoofbeats. Wang Jingang killed without blinking an eye and was as cruel as stone, but after all, he was just hanging out in the rivers and lakes, so he had no ability to command a war.
He was not Fang Qifu. Yao Pingzhong, a natural general, did not arrange any detection sentries at all. He rushed to Hangzhou, thinking that breaking the city of Hangzhou would be like a vendetta. The more people there are, the more important it is.
There were nearly hundreds of thousands of rebels, many of whom were old, weak, women and children, and it was difficult to even lift a hoe.
Wang Jingang's heart was like beating a drum. He looked up and saw a large group of people rolling out like a tide on the horizon in the distance.
The red tassels on the heads of the new troops in the Beijing camp were rising and falling with the war horses, really like a sea of fire, and the sound of rolling hooves made the ground tremble slightly.
"Pick up the sword, kill a few common people, and consider yourself a sergeant." Yang Yizhong looked sternly, took out the bow from his waist, mounted the bow on his horse and shot an arrow.
Beyond the rain of arrows, there is the dazzling light of weapons and armor, and the galloping hoofs of war horses kicking up dust and smoke that reach to the ground.
In the dust and smoke rolled up by thousands of troops, a large banner with Song characters was erected high. As expected, the new army in the Beijing camp only repaired for one day before rushing outside Hangzhou.
When the defenders in Hangzhou City saw the reinforcements outside, they were also ready to leave the city and annihilate the enemy.
After one round of charge, the situation on the battlefield can only be described as chopping melons and vegetables.
The Hangzhou officials on the top of the city were dumbfounded. Is this the new army from the Beijing camp that the imperial court had hidden for a year?
The soldiers and horses that Yang Lin painstakingly built to deal with the ferocious Jurchens in extremely cold places were like slaying dragons and slicing tofu among the chaotic people in the south of the Yangtze River.
Wails, shouts of killing, fine cavalry chasing after them, and thieves fleeing in all directions.
These people have created such a huge momentum in Jiangnan, but they are actually vulnerable to a single blow!
The rebels who had been fighting for half a month were killed in just one battle and fled in all directions.
The ground was dark and the crowds were kneeling on the ground. They raised their hands above their heads and threw the miscellaneous weapons aside. Although they no longer resisted, there were too many people, which still slowed down the cavalry's pursuit.
Wang Jingang and others, protected by a few close associates, fled for their lives.
His operation was good, and he was a standard uprising template. Unfortunately, he encountered the Song Dynasty, which had reached its peak in terms of force.
It is needless to say that a powerful official who relied on the strength of the army and forced the palace to seize power in the "peaceful and prosperous age" under civilian rule was a group of ruthless people under his command.
There were broken halberds everywhere outside the city of Hangzhou, and it was not uncommon to see a Song army guarding hundreds or thousands of prisoners. The gates of Hangzhou were opened wide, and the liquidation of these rioters began.
At the same time, Zhang Shuye led his men to search and kill the local gentry who supported the bandits from prefecture to county, thus eliminating the financial backing for the rebels at the root.
At this time, their allies, the Dongting Lake rebels, were heading to Dali to rescue the so-called Xiao Ming Wang.
Little Prince Ming, whom the Ming sect cherishes, is following Yang Tianning, the great enemy of the Ming sect, and is trying hard to grow into a qualified little man.
Over in Dali, Fang Qifu was able to deal with the situation in Jiaozhi with ease. If Yang Shaozai hadn't wanted the Jiaozhi people to kill each other and the Song Dynasty finally appeared, he would have reached Shenglong City long ago.
After learning about the chaos in Jingchu Jiangnan, Fang Qifu sent Yang Tianning with his spy camp and 20,000 Wuman troops to the north to support the suppression of the bandits.
The vigorous Jingchu Rebellion in the south of the Yangtze River ended in a one-sided liquidation and killing. It is conceivable that these two wealthy provinces will usher in a major reshuffle in the future.
Local unrest and corruption are inevitable. After all, those who support the rebels are wealthy families who occupy most of the local resources. The struggle against these people will not be easier than defeating the rebels head-on. It may be difficult.
process.
Jiangnan was defeated in a battle, and the next step was to eliminate the remnants of the people, but unexpectedly pushed Yang Lin's reputation to a new height.
Both the Dukes of Bianliang and the common people everywhere are marveling at the power of the Song Dynasty. In the south of the Yangtze River, there was still a riot for several months, breaking the six prosperous state capitals in the south of the Yangtze River, killing officials without calculation, and abusing the people.
One hundred thousand.
When they arrived at Wang Jingang, the fire was extinguished as soon as it started. The fighting power of the Imperial Guards in the Beijing Camp was instantly rumored to be miraculous. Especially the people of Bianliang, who put up lanterns and colorful decorations like a Chinese New Year, to celebrate the bravery of the soldiers. You know, this hearty battle
The great victory over the people of Bianliang, the capital of the Song Dynasty, was like a sudden rain after a long drought. In previous years, when the generals of the Song Dynasty defeated the barbarians in archery on New Year's Day, they would be drowned out by the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami.
This kind of situation where people have been resentful for a long time and the whole country is rejoicing at the slightest achievement is a bit heartbreaking when you think about it. It is like the Chinese football game in later generations. You are scolding vigorously on weekdays, but suddenly one day, he accidentally gives you a
, suddenly slaughtered the United States and won a World Cup...