It was almost midnight, and the wind was biting in the empty streets.
A few soldiers shrank back and forth, patrolling back and forth. Song Song Mansion had recently implemented a curfew, and no one was allowed to go out at night.
Six teenagers were leaning against a dilapidated adobe wall, which was burnt black. A few of them whispered: "What the hell, this is the coldest year, isn't it?"
"Stop chatting. There are officers and soldiers on the road. Be careful of being discovered." One of the leaders shouted in a low voice.
He hunched over, with a resolute expression on his face, stretched out one hand in his arms, listened carefully, and the dagger he held tightly was warmed by his chest.
The remaining people did not dare to make any more noise. After a while, there was a sound in the distance, which was the crisp sound of hoofs hitting the stone road.
A guard wearing a Cochin military robe was riding on a horse, followed by a group of sword-wielding soldiers in red clothes and black armor, guarding a carriage.
The person in the car was none other than Zhang Boyu. He was lying on the couch with a young girl riding on him.
Zhang Boyu is worthy of being a young butler. He also has this kind of elegance in the middle of the night. The carriage creaks and creaks. This woman doesn't seem to be afraid of people outside hearing her, and she screams quite wildly.
It was extremely cold outside, and smokeless charcoal was indeed burning inside the carriage. The guards were so cold that they listened to the charming screams with pleasure.
The leading guard had taken off his iron helmet and hung it on the side of the saddle because he was afraid of the cold, leaving only the wrap around his hair.
Suddenly, a stone flew towards him and hit his mount hard in the eye.
The horse neighed miserably, jumped back, and shook its head vigorously.
The guard quickly tightened the reins, but his fingers were stiff from the cold and he failed to hold on in a hurry. His body tilted and he was knocked off by the frightened horse.
The soldiers stepped forward to help him up. At this time, a burst of arrows shot through him, and they were suppressed and had to find cover on the spot to hide.
In a flash of lightning, a scream came from inside the carriage, and the six assassins in the corner had disappeared into the vast night.
Everyone hurriedly lit torches and opened the curtains, only to see that the sky above the girl's neck was empty, and blood was gushing from the broken neck. Unexpectedly, someone had cut off her head at some point.
Zhang Boyu was so frightened that his face turned earth-colored, with blood foam on his face, and his eyes widened.
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Early the next morning, people and horses were running back and forth on the streets. Houses were constantly being broken into, and officers and soldiers wearing Dutch armor were arresting people everywhere.
In the Song Army's camp, Yang Lin looked at Zhang Boyu who was crying in the tent, smiled and comforted: "You don't have to be afraid, no matter who wants to kill you, we will not let him succeed. How can you survive the disaster now?"
There will be no luck in the future."
Zhang Boyu was even more frightened. He knelt down on the ground and said: "Yang Shaozai, these people came and went without a trace. After killing the people, they walked away without a trace. My guards did not see their figures. This time, there was a maid to replace them."
I'm going to die. Next time, next time... I won't be so lucky."
Yang Lin slapped the table and said: "I told you that nothing will happen to you, and no one can touch you. But you have also seen that there are many people in Shunsong Mansion who want your life. I think
There is only one way to save yourself."
Zhang Boyu quickly raised his head, wiped away his tears, and asked, "Please give Yang Shaozai a clear explanation."
"A few days ago, didn't we just help that little kid ascend to the throne? Let him live in the palace and kill everyone to see who can get in? By now, the Li Dynasty has completely lost the support of the people.
, with the support of me, the Song Dynasty, are you interested in becoming the king of Jiaozhi?"
Zhang Boyu shouted Tianqu, and an idea came to his mind. Could it be that these assassins... are...
Thinking of this, he didn't dare to continue thinking about it, and just said: "How can a villain with poor moral character get this throne?"
Yang Lin smiled and said: "The fact that you can become the King of Jiaozhi has nothing to do with your virtue or your ability. It's more important that you are obedient and listen to me."
Zhang Boyu's heart moved, if he could become the king, wouldn't the country of Li Dynasty become his own when the Song people left in the future?
"The villain will always lead the horse and whip for the young master, go through fire and water in front of the saddle and behind the saddle." Zhang Boyu quickly expressed his loyalty.
As if seeing what he was thinking, Yang Lin smiled and said: "The Li Dynasty has a total of 200,000 to 300,000 troops. More than half of them have been lost in the civil war, and the rest are just deadbeats. You leave 10,000 troops, and the rest
All of them were dismissed, and only the government officials and police officers were retained to maintain public order in various places."
Zhang Boyu exclaimed: "If this happens, there will be no soldiers or generals in the court, and the surrounding countries will all come to fight."
"Don't worry about this. Can I let you suffer a loss? I have already reported to the emperor, requesting that troops be stationed in Jiaozhi forever. With the protection of the Song army, who dares to act recklessly? You only need to be in Beining, Shun Song, Shanluo, and Huazhou.
, each build a large camp, and have our Song Dynasty soldiers and horses to defend you from foreign enemies and frighten the domestic elite."
In order to become the emperor, Zhang Boyu originally didn't care about anything, but when he heard this, he still looked embarrassed.
Yang Lin glared at him and said, "Why, if you have any different opinions, you can put them forward."
Thinking of the assassin's methods last night, Zhang Boyu's heart trembled and he said: "You all listen to Shao Zai. What Shao Zai said is like a villain's imperial edict."
Yang Lin stood up and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we are in a vassal relationship. The Song Dynasty will protect you not only without taking any money, but also to help you Jiaozhi. I plan to open shipping companies in these places to encourage the Song Dynasty
Merchants come here to trade with foreign countries in Nanyang and exchange supplies. I have found out clearly that the Champa pirates in the south and the Champa pirates in the north are thieves who like to rob merchants who come and go.
But don’t worry, we have a navy from the South China Sea, which will arrive in the near future. When the time comes, we will first attack the Champo thieves, clear the sea, and restore smooth trade routes and abundant financial resources here.”
When Zhang Boyu heard this, he thought, "You don't even have to garrison troops, but you still want to do business. Isn't this a bandit? Especially your navy. In the future, let alone the invasion of Song Dynasty, this king of Jiaozhi will be nothing more than a governor."
But if you think about it carefully, your throne is important. Without their protection, your life will not be saved, so why should you care about this? Besides, after all, he is the king of Jiaozhi. Although he is subject to the control of the Song people, he can help them control the Jiaozhi people.
People, you can't be a local emperor here.
As long as I serve the people of Song Dynasty well, the people here will let me take whatever I want, which is not bad.
He gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "I don't know much about these things, I just let Shaozai decide."
This was a typical traitor. Yang Lin suddenly understood Shi Jingtang back then.
These people are selfish and only care about their own interests. How can they think from the perspective of a nation-state?
The person in front of me is the living Jiaozhi Shi Jingtang. If this Jiaozhi is completed early, it will fall into his own hands just like the Sixteen Provinces of Youyun have completely returned to the Khitan.