On the Tanzhou front line, Han Shizhong looked at his familiar opponent under the Great Wall with a sinking face.
The armor all over his body was soaked by the spring rain, and the close-fitting linen clothes clung to his body and felt extremely uncomfortable.
The military jacket was soaked in water and became more than ten times heavier, making it even more uncomfortable.
The muddy mountain road makes people feel a fistful of mud on their shoes every step they take.
Groups of soldiers walked back and forth, cleaning up the messy battlefield.
As expected, the Tatars did not concentrate their forces to attack Yunnei. Their flag was a black dragon flag, which showed that the royal family of the Jin Kingdom was present.
After a simple charge to no avail, the Jin soldiers chose to withdraw and set up camp in the distance.
Han Shizhong had excellent eyesight, but on a rainy day, he couldn't see clearly how many Jurchen soldiers and horses came under the Great Wall.
"Han Shuai, the general manager of Juyongguan Sect sent someone here and said that there are Tatars knocking at Juyongguan!" A soldier paced over with difficulty and said loudly.
All the surrounding soldiers looked over and wondered what the Tatars' fighting style was. It was completely different from the previous tactics of dividing their troops into two groups.
Han Shizhong was silent for a moment, then suddenly snorted coldly and said: "Shaozai is right, the Tatars will continue to fight in a stalemate for a long time. We are now in full supply of money, food and supplies. If these bird feathers want to die, we should be slow."
I will slowly cut the flesh and bleed it, and I will wait for the day when Shao Zai gives the order to break out of the Great Wall."
He knew very well in his heart that the current Song Dynasty had so much wealth that the cost of such a protracted war that did not hurt the muscles and bones was not as much as the old coins.
What Han Shizhong is looking forward to most is that one day, when the world changes, he will not be left out.
Yang Shaozai pacified Fang La and promoted me, Han Shizhong, from a lowly pawn to commander-in-chief. This time, I had to get a deputy privy envoy no matter what.
The last time Shaozai was in Tokyo, he bought me a house and took my parents there. It was clear that he wanted to entice me to join the Privy Council. Thinking of this, Han Shizhong smiled unconsciously. Seeing that the soldiers around him not only spoke arrogantly,
, the attitude is also so relaxed, I feel relieved.
On the battlefield, the commander's behavior will largely affect the mentality of his soldiers.
This is the saying that if a soldier is a raging enemy, there will be a raging group of generals.
In front of Incheon Prefecture Pier, a ketch slowly approached in anticipation along the coast.
The moment they got off the deck, everyone gathered around and took Mr. Song to the shore.
The head of the family, Yang Ziqian, was arrested, which made the entire Yang family in Incheon fearful. Regardless of whether they supported Yang Ziqian or not, they had to rescue him first.
Goryeo is a clan system, and the battles between these clans are also very cruel.
If something happens to Yang Ziqian, other clans will definitely take the opportunity to completely carve up Incheon and all the power of their family.
What disembarked was a team of Song Army navy, led by Ruan Xiaoqi, the commander-in-chief of the Chenghai Navy. He was stationed in this sea area all year round and had frequent dealings with the Koreans.
After landing, everyone came to the city. In a spacious wooden house, everyone sat on their knees on the ground.
Ruan Xiaoqi followed the local customs, knelt on a futon, and said straight to the point: "There is someone in the Goryeo Dynasty who wants to kill Shao Chenghou, do you all know it?"
All the Goryeo officials from the Incheon faction nodded, and Ruan Xiaoqi smiled and said, "But don't be afraid, our Yue King of the Song Dynasty, Shaozai Yang Lin, has arrived in Kaijing, and immediately proposed a public trial, with Yang Shaozai as an observer."
This was already an open pressure. Even if the civil and military officials in the court dared not to give face to the king, they would not dare to openly challenge the Song Dynasty.
Ruan Xiaoqi continued: "How to rescue Shao Chenghou is already Yang Shaozai's business. I don't think anything will go wrong. What we have to do is to rescue him..."
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At the beginning of the capital, outside the lobby of the Goryeo Criminal Department, there was a sentry every three steps and a post every five steps.
Hundreds of guards wearing red brocade robes, Japanese swords hanging from their waists, and tiger-skin boots stood majestically on both sides.
Behind them, the Goryeo princes were angry but dared not speak out. This was a blatant grab for position.
How could any foreign envoy be so anti-visitor, yet he did not dare to stand up and oppose it?
Now Goryeo is in chaos and there is no way to unite, otherwise Yang Lin would not be so arrogant.
After all, Goryeo still had some national strength. It could seize the nine northeastern cities from Jurchen's mouth, and its strength was much stronger than that of their descendants.
However, these nine cities have now been beaten back by the Jurchens. Even so, it shows that they are not as incompetent as the Korean Dynasty in later generations.
Yang Lin and a group of Goryeo officials walked into the lobby with humility. Yang Lin was very sensible and found a side seat to sit down. He was not aggressive at all, unlike the guards outside.
But as long as he goes there, everyone can't help but glance at him every once in a while.
The presiding judge was Jin Can, the chamberlain, Zhihou Jincan, An Fulin, the chamberlain's clerk, and Zhi Luyan, the clerk of the Privy Council, were the jury members.
Soon, several officials from the Goryeo Criminal Department escorted Yang Ziqian to the court with his hands and feet shackled.
He soon spotted Yang Lin sitting on one side, but his eyes did not stop for a moment, as if he just glanced at him casually.
"Li Ziqian! Why don't you kneel down!" Jin Can shouted loudly.
The man in front of him was so angry that the leader of Goryeo was so angry that the country was about to fall apart due to the evil atmosphere. No one wanted to see him.
Yang Ziqian rubbed his neck, smiled contemptuously, and said: "I am the Marquis of Shao Cheng, and my rank is the same as yours, so why should I kneel down and worship you?"
"You are so angry with the king that you are so heinous that you dare to mention the title lightly. Don't you have any sense of shame?"
Yang Lin listened to his tragic voice, but he didn't have any trouble at all, because he couldn't understand what this guy was talking about.
Yang Ziqian raised his hands that were shackled in the city, brushed his hair as lightly as nothing, revealing a serious and dignified face.
After he revealed his face, he actually spoke in Chinese, which made Yang Lin sit up straight.
"Your Majesty was lying on the dragon bed, feeling lingeringly ill, but he still did not forget to call me into the palace to discuss summoning the common people and declaring war on the Jurchens together with the Song Dynasty. At this time, Yin Guan, a thief, jumped up and accused Your Majesty, and punched and kicked me in front of the dragon bed.
Add to that, His Majesty passed away. You are afraid of Yin Guan's soldiers and horses, helping Zhou to do harm and frame Zhongliang, but aren't you afraid of the late king's spirit in heaven, who wants your dog's life?" At this point, his voice already had a hint of crying: "
When the late king was here, he often held my hand and said that there were treacherous ministers in Goryeo, and only Ai Qing was worthy of entrustment. The words are still in my ears, but I cannot protect our late king, late king, from the hands of Yin Guan, the thief!"
Yang Ziqian showed his true feelings and shed tears on the spot. All the officials in the hall scolded him. If not for many people that night, they would have believed it...
None of the Goryeo nobles could speak Chinese, but on this occasion, Yang Ziqian blatantly used Chinese, clearly reminding the officials present to pay attention to the attitude of the Song Dynasty.
Yang Lin couldn't help but applaud and praised: "Shao Chenghou is really loyal to the emperor and the country. After listening to this, I can't help but shed tears."
"It is as it should be to eat the king's salary. Yang Ziqian should not be so praised by His Highness the King of Yue." Yang Ziqian said with a carefree smile and cupped his fists. The shackles on his hands were just like decorations.
Yang Lin noticed this keenly and thought to himself, no wonder Lu Wang said that his kung fu was not low last time.
The Korean officials in the lobby all looked at each other, Yang Lin, why are you so moved? Yang Ziqian, why are you so shamelessly modest?
Yang Lin seemed a little embarrassed at this moment, and quickly waved his hand and said: "Oh, I shouldn't have interrupted, it's my fault, you can continue the trial."