Chapter six hundred and sixty-four people count the sky
Yinzhou, in Yang Lin's courtyard.
Countless pieces of information were piled on his desk, and teams of people rushed to the grassland for the jihad.
These people are not good people. The Dangxiang people are as fierce and aggressive as the Jurchens. Although the Uighurs are slightly inferior, they are also nomadic people on horseback.
They will destroy and plunder everything they encounter on the grassland to support themselves in continuing to fight. When encountering strong enemies, they can just call for friendly forces, and if that doesn't work, just run away.
The biggest advantage of light cavalry is that it can turn like the wind. In the vast desert, nothing can stop so many light cavalry from wreaking havoc.
Even if Hebul received the news and began to withdraw his troops, it would be too late.
Because he had just added troops to Duanyunling in order to catch the Mongols when they withdrew.
Wanyan Loushi is brave. Under the general trend, if you go against the wind, you will be blown away to nothing.
You should know that Yao Pingzhong had 130,000 Western troops, Yang Keshi had 80,000 Shuozhou troops, and Wu Jie had 50,000 Yizhou troops.
If Hebule withdrew with 200,000 Mongolians and the Song army fought its way out of Duanyunling, Wanyan Loushi's troops would not be enough to withstand the 260,000 Song army's offensive.
Yang Lin stretched and stood up, his eye circles slightly darkened.
Hundreds of thousands of troops are setting off for the expedition. In the past few days, he has presided over the construction of many temporary workshops in the northwest to support these troops with weapons, baggage, and military supplies.
Of course, with the Kelei tribe, there are natural food supply lines.
However, the weather is gradually entering autumn. If we wait a few days, the cold wave will hit the grassland, which will not be so easy to endure.
The guards outside the door smiled and said hello, and soon there was a gust of fragrant wind, and Yang Moer came in with a soup cup.
When Yang Lin got closer, he saw it was a pot of milk tea. He drank half of the pot and wiped his mouth.
Yang Moer covered her mouth and snickered: "Da Lang has been here for a few days, and he has become just like the people in our clan."
Yang Lin didn't turn around, he held an official document in his hand, and said while reading: "After this battle is over, your master will go back and live a fine life, and he will never suffer this sin again."
What Yang Lin said this time was true. After this battle, if he won, he would not have to do anything personally in the future.
It is estimated that after moving the capital, an imperial city will be built to form the next powerful dynasty.
Yang Moer put down the tea tray, got into his arms, looked up at her pretty face that looked both angry and happy, and asked with a sweet smile: "When can we finish the beating?"
Yang Lin followed his gaze and saw that the small and straight collarbone connected with the round and fragrant shoulders, the slender neck, and the jade-like skin, especially the delicate cheeks unique to Uighur women, made him couldn't help but lean over and kiss him, saying:
"You have seen my bravery before. It won't take long before I can go home."
At this time, Lu Qian's voice sounded outside, and he said loudly: "Young Master, there is news from the Western Region Protectorate that the Liao soldiers are marching to the west. Governor Liu of the Western Region Protectorate is asking for instructions whether to send troops north to support."
Yang Lin smiled and cursed a few words, and then said: "Come in and talk."
Lu Qian came in with a smile, and sure enough he found the younger sister of the Yeluo tribe lying in the arms of Shao Zai. These foreign women were really ignorant, guarding the person's small hands, and hugging Shao Zai's neck tightly.
What a shame.
He glanced at it, stared at his boots, and asked: "Young Zai, the people from the Western Region Protectorate are waiting for news outside. How can I reply?"
"Tell them not to move lightly when displaying troops and horses at the border. People who are not from my race will have different intentions. We especially cannot trust a group of Khitans."
Yang Lin sneered and said: "Especially the birdman Yelu Dashi. He was the one who begged us to help him defend Yunzhou, but the grandson withdrew as soon as he asked, almost annihilating my entire Western Army."
Lu Qian knew this matter very well, and thought that he was not kind, and you were not kind either. He was preparing to prepare a Hongmen banquet to kill him and support Yelu Yanxi to continue to ascend the throne. If Yelu Dashi hadn't moved quickly, at this time of year,
It has turned into bones.
He clasped his fists and said: "Then let me go now and let the people from the Western Region Protectorate go back and recover."
Yang Lin waved his hand and signaled him to leave, already thinking about Xiliao's affairs.
This brand-new Western Liao is more prosperous than in history. When Yelu Dashi went to Karahan, now the Western Region Protectorate, he colluded with the Mongols to gain a foothold. Even the Jin Kingdom could not do anything to him.
That time, he ran away with about 200 people. In just a few years, he regained his strength and became the overlord of Central Asia.
This time, this guy has brought fifty to sixty thousand people, occupying a wider area of land. If he doesn't take care of it, he will probably be a difficult neighbor to get along with.
This location is too important. It connects the East-West trade route. If Yelu Dashi is dishonest, there is no way he will be taught a lesson in the future.
But now, I don't have the energy anymore. This battle is more important than anything else.
There was a sudden squeak, and Yang Lin realized that he was too obsessed with his thoughts, and his big hands kept roaming around her body, and his hands were a little heavy in his forgetfulness.
Yang Mo'er let out a trembling moan from the tip of her nose, with an aggrieved expression on her face, which made Yang Lin feel moved.
Rolling up the embroidered pleated skirt on her petite body to her waist, Yang Lin patted the table and said, "Come up and kneel down."
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In Bianliang City, the streets are the most prosperous time of the year.
The roads are neither cold nor hot at this time, and many kinds of goods like to enter Beijing for sale at this time. Business travelers coming and going make the roads crowded.
Suddenly a horse came galloping forward, and the knight on the horse shouted: "Battle report!" while urging the horse forward desperately.
Pedestrians on the road took cover one after another, and those who were hit too late were knocked off their feet, and they could only consider themselves unlucky.
Such postmen were used to convey important military information, and even the prime minister had to get out of the way when he saw them.
In the Ming Hall, Chief Prime Minister Bai Shizhong was holding the battle report, his hands trembling.
Upon receiving the order, Bachelor Zhang Shuye looked solemn and looked at the sky with his hands behind his hands. News came from the front line that a serious earthquake had occurred in Hebei.
"Hebei suffered another severe earthquake, which may last for several seconds. There was a sound like thunder, buildings and oars were knocked down, many houses were destroyed, and many people were killed. In front of Tianjin Port, the waves were more than ten feet high, many ships were damaged and capsized, and the heavy rain continued."
There is a powerful enemy in front of you, and there is such a natural disaster in Youyan's rear, which almost cuts off the food supply route. It turns out that the calculations of man are not as good as those of God.
During the Song Dynasty, it was an area prone to natural disasters, with forty-two major earthquakes. In the past few years, Bianliang suffered three consecutive earthquakes, killing tens of thousands of people each time. During the Xining period, there was a major earthquake in Huazhou and Shaohua Mountain
crack.
Bai Shizhong sighed and said: "This is not the right time. There is a disaster. Not only is the food route blocked, but we also have to spare our energy to appease the victims and rebuild the place."
Zhang Shuye sighed, but there was nothing he could do. At this time, Wang Chaoli stood up and said loudly: "The essence of Yang Xue taught by Shaozai is to put it into practice. Difficult things can be easily solved. Students all over the world are starting to get started. Now is the test."
when."
"It's better to reward the world generously. Anyone who can solve this problem will be given a title and gold."