After Yelu Dashi captured the castle, he allowed his men to massacre and loot, then gathered everyone together and beheaded the city lord.
Because of the language barrier, everyone is afraid of them. These people are simply ghosts from mythology.
Yelu Dashi looked at the magnificent residence of the city lord and the trembling family members of the city lord inside, and wanted to ask them about the situation here.
Unfortunately, the languages are really different, which also shows that this place is no longer the territory of the Mongols.
In fact, the Mongols and the Khitans share a common language, which is why when the Jin destroyed the Liao, the Mongolian tribes in the western desert were more inclined to sacrifice their lives for the Liao people than to surrender to the Jurchens.
Yelu Dashi lay on a chair covered with soft animal skins and relaxed for a rare moment. After escaping all the way, even he had reached his limit.
The Khitan people moved into the castle one after another. Before they had time to cheer and celebrate, they were in a hurry to strengthen the city defenses, move rolling stones, and open warehouses to look for food everywhere.
After wandering for a long time, I realized how valuable it is to have a base. No one wants to be kicked out and continue to run away. This place can be said to be full of treasures, especially in the mountains, wood, medicinal materials, game, and cultivated land...
.Nothing is missing.
Xiao Baobao rushed in excitedly, but when he heard Yelu Dashi snoring, he quietly retreated out.
Although this place is weak in combat power, it is rich and has enough sheep. After a few days, seeds are sown in this fertile land, and even Youyan, the richest man in Daliao, will be better than
Not here.
At this time, Yelv Dashi, who was thousands of miles away in a foreign land, did not know that they had unknowingly broken into the Caucasus Mountains and the side of the Caspian Sea. They were located at the crossroads of Eastern Europe and West Asia. Going west, they entered Europe, and going south
It is Persia. Looking across the Caspian Sea from the Karakhanid dynasty that was conquered and destroyed by the Song Dynasty.
After three days, the Khitan people gradually regained their footing, became clean, and no longer looked like the savage beggars they once were.
The Liao Dynasty, which had existed for hundreds of years, had its own set of complete and mature systems for governing the country. It was a bit primitive in front of the Song Dynasty, but it was easy to handle here.
After this small city-state was massacred and occupied, the surrounding lords got the news and gathered one after another. Under the call of the most powerful Sylvan Kingdom, thirteen lords sent troops to come together to avenge the people of Xhosa City.
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This thirteen-nation coalition is vast and powerful, and is going to take revenge on the "barbarians". In history, this is the time when the Azerbaijani nation is gradually forming, and countless loose city lords are just about to unite into one force.
At that time, Yelu Dashi came.
Yelu Dashi had already sent countless sentries around and waited for them for ten days before they arrived.
Xiao Baobao looked at the "allied forces" below the city and said: "Your Majesty, I didn't expect that there is a large country here. Look at the soldiers and horses below, there are at least 50,000 people."
How did he know that these 50,000 people were put together by thirteen "countries"?
Yelu Dashi has been in battle for a long time. He has probably fought more battles than all the generals in the city put together. He has commanded no less than one hundred thousand troops.
He took a rough look at it, and he was already full of confidence in his heart. He smiled and said: "Such a bunch of chickens and dogs, even if they come with 100,000 or 200,000 people, they are still a mob. I will give you 10,000 people and kill them all. This area
The land is completely ours."
Xiao Baobao clenched his fists, placed them on his chest, and knelt down on one knee: "I am willing to go forward for Your Majesty and slaughter all the enemy troops!"
King Sylvain was so proud that he actually commanded the coalition armies of thirteen countries.
This is the most glorious thing in the world, right? With so many soldiers and horses, what battle can't be won?
When he was thinking about how to lay siege to the city, give the barbarians a fatal blow, and then seize the castle for himself, the city gate opened.
Smoke and dust were rising, the sound of horse hooves was thundering, and countless Khitan knights were lifting their horses at high speed and rushing towards this place with all their strength.
...
Under the setting sun, several war horses were looking for grass that was not stained red by blood, and broken flags were planted on the ground.
The corpses on the ground usually died on the way to escape, which shows that the battle was one-sided.
Yelu Dashi was very surprised. He had never seen such a miserable army. It had no formation, not even the most basic coordination.
He didn't know at this time that this was a coalition of thirteen small countries, coming to fight...
There were defeated soldiers kneeling and raising their weapons everywhere. The Khitans were tying their hands behind their backs one by one and marching them into the city.
Yelu Dashi was in high spirits, as if he was as sharp and alert as he was when he was the first scholar in both civil and military affairs and was granted the title of Lin Ya.
He was sitting on horseback talking and laughing loudly. Even when he was delivering orders, his voice was heard everywhere, and from time to time he aroused bursts of cheers from the guards around him.
Yelu Dashi killed the thirteen-nation coalition forces in one breath and established a firm foothold in this land.
Abandoning the burial ground of his ancestors, abandoning Gaocheng of Yunzhou that had not yet been lost, killing his extra children, and taking his most capable 60,000 people and 60,000 Khitan fire seeds, Yelv Dashi preserved his own race.
His nature is solemn, his beauty is simple, he is unyielding, and he is unstoppable in the face of important events.
For many years, the Khitan emperor, who had suffered many defeats and fought many battles, finally tasted victory for the first time in a place far away from his homeland.
He rode to the highest point and looked to the east. All he could see was a gray sky.
Clenching his fists, Yelu Dashi secretly swore in his heart that this was just the beginning...
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Kaifeng Mansion, Bianliang.
It was already February, the spring colors were getting darker, and the willow branches by the river were beginning to sprout.
The tender green vegetation exudes vitality, and the river gradually becomes busy.
Moving his arms, Yang Lin raised his hands to cover the light coming from the window, and reluctantly opened his eyes.
Last night, to celebrate his official title of King of Yue, there was a big banquet in Zhaodefang. The banquet was served with Fangzhaiyuanzi Qiongsu wine. Yang Lin let go of his drinking and became very drunk. When he woke up, his head didn't hurt and his mouth was
Not dry either, just a little tired after drinking, lying lazily on the couch unwilling to get up.
With a click in his mouth, Yang Lin put down his arm and his elbow touched a ball of soft flesh.
Turning his head, he saw a lively little beauty lying there. She was none other than his eldest wife, his wife Zheng Yunyao.
Zheng Yunyao's hands and feet were tied with a red silk ribbon and tied to the bed frame. She was sleeping soundly with her eyebrows spread across her temples.
Yang Lin shook his head and remembered that he had a great time last night. He played a bondage game with his wife to increase the fun, but he had no memory of what happened next. But there was nothing else to think about, and he couldn't help but
Hehehe smiled.
He got up, and the maids outside heard the noise and came in to help him wash and change clothes.
After Yang Lin washed up, he put on the prince's demeanor and took a walk in the courtyard. There was nothing special about being crowned king, so he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
The maids he met along the way bowed to him with a smile, just like usual.
Yang Lin felt bored and led the guards to the outer courtyard, which was actually more lively.
Xu Shuwei's house in the outer hospital was filled with people. Yang Lin walked over and saw that everyone was congratulating him on taking charge of the medical school.
Yang Lin thought for a while and decided not to join in the fun, otherwise he would go in and these people would be detained again.
However, the establishment of a medical school is a great thing, benefiting the country and the people.
The water-powered spinning wheel was just as he expected. Once it was promoted in Xiulou, countless businessmen came to buy it.
There are already large workshops in Jiangnan and other places, and the output of cloth has also increased immediately.
While wandering around, Yang San poked his head around, apparently looking for himself. The funny thing was that he was the one who discovered him first.
Yang Lin walked over angrily, kicked me and said, "Are you looking for me?"
After being kicked, Yang San's expression changed from anger to joy, and he said: "Master, a group of soldiers are coming outside, saying they want to see you."
"Soldier? Which battalion are you from?"
Yang Sandao: "I don't know, I said it came from the South China Sea."
"Nanhai Navy." Yang Lin muttered, "Why do you come to see me at this time?"
When we came to the flower hall, we saw that he was indeed from the Nanhai Navy. He was a tall man, as strong as an iron tower. After seeing him, he cupped his fists and said, "Wu Er, the commander of the Nanhai Navy, has met His Highness the King of Yue."
"Wu Er?" Yang Lin thought for a moment and understood.
This must be Wu Song. On that day he killed Cai Jing's son in the street. Song Jiang came to him secretly to intercede. It seems that he changed his name and sent him to Wu Lin.
This black guy is not stupid, but it is a good idea, because the Nanhai Navy has been floating outside all year round, so it is perfect for hiding someone.
"Why did you come to Beijing?" Yang Lin asked.
Wu Er took out a letter from his arms and said, "General Wu asked the last general to give this letter to His Royal Highness the King of Yue."
After saying that, he handed it to Lu Qian, who handed it to Yang Lin, who was in charge.
Yang Lin unfolded it and took a look and said: "Okay! Well done Wu Lin. Tell him when you get back and I will send someone immediately to help him get a firm footing."
It turns out that Wu Lin sent a letter saying that the Yizhou Road had been conquered, and now Qin Hui was waiting for the island.
The original Champa pirates there had been wiped out, and the remaining ones didn't know where to hide and didn't dare to come out.
Yizhou was the Taiwan of later generations. It was an absolutely wonderful place with many resources waiting to be developed.
Moreover, the location is relatively unique. It can be used as the center to radiate to the surrounding islands and dominate the South China Sea.
What made Yang Lin even more delighted was that the Nanhai Navy captured Yizhou Island, which showed that they already had some capabilities for ocean expeditions.
That's the thing about sailing. Once you take this first step, the rest becomes much easier.
Demand will drive rapid technological progress. At this time, the Song Dynasty already had a compass, with a higher starting point than other countries.
After Wu Er and others left, Yang Lin was still very excited. He had not been to Mizhou for a long time.
Mizhou now has an extraordinary status. It was the ship manufacturing center of the Song Dynasty and had the best shipyard there.
It seems that I have to go there recently, but at this time of year, can I leave Bianliang Tokyo alone?
Yang Lin's head felt heavy for a while, and suddenly he felt blessed and thought of something.
"Lu Qian, go to the General Affairs Department!"
In the small courtyard inside the General Administration Department, Cai Jing sat on a wicker chair and looked at Yang Lin puzzledly: "Wenyuan, Bianliang is already under your control, why do you want to set up another capital?"
It turned out that Yang Lin excitedly went straight to the General Administration Department, found Cai Jing, and said straight to the point that he wanted to establish three companion capitals.
They are Chengdu in the southwest, Mizhou in the east, Youzhou in the north, and Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River.
Yang Lin really humbly asked Cai Jing for advice. He explained: "Bianliang, as the heart of the world, has grabbed too many local resources. The grand master knows this. I want to benefit the local area and let all parts of the Song Dynasty,
All are saved from poverty.”
He lowered his voice and said: "Besides, Bianliang is the root of Zhao Song."
Cai Jing smiled knowingly, maybe the last sentence was the key point.
He pondered for a moment and said: "What Wenyuan said makes sense, but the places you chose are still worthy of discussion. Especially Mizhou. As a companion capital, Chengdu in Xijing, Youzhou in Beijing, and Hangzhou in Nanjing are all understandable.
But this Mizhou is a bit small, isn’t it?”
"Which state capitals do you think are more suitable?"
Cai Jing is well-informed and understands economics and politics. There is no reason to cause trouble with him at the moment. Yang Linhe is willing to listen to his opinions.
"Chang'an, Yunzhou, Jiangning and Guangzhou."
Yang Lin took a breath, this old thief's vision is quite vicious...
He chose the state capital by himself and chose it based on his own influence. He chose it based entirely on its current geographical advantages and importance.
Needless to say, Chang'an has a second spring with the reopening of the Western Region Commercial Road and the Ancient Tea-Horse Road.
The same is true for Yunzhou Datong, and this place is more important than Youzhou. It is actually the key to the north.
Jiangning is the post-Jinling Nanjing. During the Sui and Tang dynasties, Jinling was deliberately devalued by the north, but its geographical advantages allowed its economy and culture to continue to develop and grow.
As for Guangzhou, it is the old people who are most discerning. The city of Guangzhou, which is not very good now, will develop rapidly after taking over Jiaozhi and Nanhai.
Yang Lin thought about it and realized that this matter was relatively important. It was very likely that after he usurped the throne, he would choose one of these places to move the capital.
If you want everyone to forget about Zhao and Song Dynasty, the most direct and brutal way is to move the capital. This place was built by the Zhao family with great pains over a hundred years and eight emperors.
Moving the capital can not only get rid of the inertia and disadvantages caused by having a poor country support Bianliang, but also eliminate the foundation of Zhao and Song Dynasty as much as possible.
Yang Lin stood up and said: "Grand Master, let me go back and think about it more. If I have any ideas, I will discuss it with the Grand Master."
Cai Jing smiled slightly and said, "Go ahead. Since we have to do it, we should do this sooner rather than later."