Chapter 711 Song Shaozai seeks stability and cleans up Bei'an Prefecture, and the Liao Emperor prote
Looking around, the entire Bei'an Prefecture was in a mess, with nothing but corpses and billowing smoke.
A group of Song soldiers, whose faces were covered with white cloth, were burning corpses. The plague in Yunnei made them develop such a tacit understanding.
In fact, during the Song, Jin, and Mongolia wars, there was a period of concentrated outbreaks of plague.
Because of the plague, it is very common for a city to have only one out of ten people.
The powerful locals in Bei'an Prefecture formed forts one after another. Almost all of them were wiped out, and few surrendered.
It wasn't how loyal they were to the Jin Kingdom, nor how staunch and bellicose they were, it was just the Song Army's thunderous attack that left them no time to think and surrender.
Blood, fire and the red tassel on the head of Song Jun's head, three kinds of red, are the main colors of this land today.
The Qingqi of the Song Dynasty galloped around Bei'an Prefecture in small groups of a thousand men. When they saw a walled city, they set fire to it. When they encountered local armed forces that had been defeated, they went forward to annihilate them.
Such a ferocious fighting method was no match for the Jurchens. The old Liao people in Bei'an Prefecture, who were afraid of being killed, finally began to walk out of their hiding places and surrendered to the Song Dynasty.
Zongze ordered that all the prisoners be escorted back to Youyan and incorporated into the ranks of civilians transported by Goryeo.
In the big tent, Yang Lin held his forehead with his hands and sat on a chair.
All the generals did not dare to speak, thinking that Yang Lin was studying the map.
After a while, a slight snoring sound came, Zong Ze frowned, Shao Zai seemed to have fallen asleep.
"Shaozai?"
Yang Yizhong hesitated to speak, but stopped him with words: "General Manager Zong, Shao Zai, he is tired from the past few days, please let him sleep for a while?"
Zongze glared at the young general, deliberately raised his voice, and said, "What time is this? Military affairs are of great concern to the people of the country. How can we allow for a moment of negligence?"
Such a loud noise, not to mention Yang Lin who accidentally fell asleep due to exhaustion, even people who were sleeping to death were also disturbed.
Yang Lin stretched out and said: "Zongze, you are criticizing mulberry trees and pagoda trees again. I just accidentally fell asleep. Are you going to endanger the common people of the country?"
Seeing that he was awake, Zongze stepped forward with a chuckle and said, "Young Master is joking. I am just teaching this young man, Yang Yizhong, a lesson so that he can understand how to be prepared for danger in times of peace and not to stay idle all day long."
Yang Yizhong, these young generals of the new army in the Beijing camp, were recruited by Yang Lin and were a group of soldiers who grew up with the classics of Yang Xue.
They admired Yang Lin the most, and became a little angry when they heard that the North Road manager kept talking about himself, but in fact he was alluding to Yang Shaozai.
However, Yang Lin didn't take it seriously. To achieve great things, one must have some tolerance and mind, instead of not being able to listen to anything that doesn't go well with him.
Moreover, he and these northern generals were not very serious when they were together, and they were used to this kind of joke-like bickering.
Yang Lin glanced at him with disgust, but Zongze was unmoved and stepped forward and said: "Young Zai, almost all the armed forces in Bei'an Prefecture that can cause us trouble have been wiped out. The only ones left are the old, weak, women and children.
, I think we should continue to march eastward, cross Ma Yu Mountain, and besiege Dading Mansion in Zhongjing with Han Shizhong’s troops!"
"Why are you in a hurry? Play it safe first and work step by step. Bei'an Prefecture is so big, you think it will be settled once it's settled? Send me sentries to search around, and give me three days to confirm it before I feel at ease."
Yang Lin is not afraid of being said to be as timid as a mouse. There is really no room for any hidden dangers in this kind of thing.
There are too many examples of Northern Expeditions that went smoothly in the early stage but overturned later on.
If nothing else, Zhao Guangyi's Yongxi Northern Expedition is the best example.
When Zongze heard this, it made sense, so he nodded and said: "Young Zai, since the war has started, I have sent people to keep an eye on the Yalu River area. There is no movement. Should I remind Goryeo that it is time to send troops to fight?"
Yang Lin thought to himself, this Zongze looks dark, but his heart is not white either.
Across the Yalu River is the Jin Kingdom's Tokyo Prefecture, which is the home of the Bohai people and the Jurchen weapons workshop. How could they not send heavy troops to guard it.
Letting the Koreans go will not lead to death, but it can hold back some elite Jurchens.
Yang Ziqian's soldiers and horses hid behind the fortifications built for them by the Song Dynasty, and often harassed the Jin soldiers and horses in Tokyo Prefecture. They were already extremely brave.
To get them to fight their way out of the Yalu River, it would probably be possible to have a supervisory team of the same size behind them with a knife to force them out to fight.
However, Yang Lin still nodded and signaled his clerk to draft an official document and send it to Gao Li.
As for when they would send troops, Yang Lin felt that it might be when he was sure of victory and surrounded Agu, these Goryeo soldiers might "fall from the sky", and then write a colorful stroke in his family's history book:
In the fourth year of Xuanhe, Goryeo destroyed the Jin Dynasty in Huanglong Mansion...
Yang Lin didn't mince words and said with a smile: "Issuing such an order, if they don't move, they will be punished in the future."
Zongze and he looked at each other, smiled, and nodded gently.
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The name Baghdad comes from Persian and means "gift from God".
The once-proud Persia had long been conquered by camel-riding Muslims. Their religion was trampled on, their temples were burned, and their ladies and girls were turned into slaves.
The Seljuks killed the palace guards of the Persian Queen Mother and declared the complete annihilation of the empire.
Then in the capital alone, there were 40,000 Persian women who became the spoils of war for the Arab Empire.
These luxuriously dressed Persian ladies were taken to Damascus and sold at extremely low prices.
The ragged Arabs, riding camels out of the yellow sand, were like the northern barbarians of the Central Plains Dynasty. After they occupied the wealthy Persia, they became the masters of this land.
But the scars quickly dried up, and the remaining Persians became willing slaves, worshiping devoutly like the gods they once were their enemies.
Now, the more powerful Khitans are coming, and they want the Seljuk emperor to surrender with his country and people.
The Seljuk emperor Malik Shah was not prepared to surrender, although he knew that the aging Seljuk might not be able to withstand the ferocious Khitan people.
In the setting sun, the city was smoking everywhere, with gray smoke marks everywhere, and the trebuchets made holes one by one, making the city wall look a bit desolate.
Yelu Dashi looked at the devastated Baghdad and knew very well that this was the first battle to capture the Seljuqs, and they must be given enough shock.
Let the future city lords who want to resist stubbornly know what will happen, so that more people will surrender without a fight, allowing the Khitan to win the Southern Expedition at the minimum cost.
He turned around and gave an order coldly: "Give me the order. Let's start attacking the city in rotation tonight. The enemy will not be allowed to rest for a moment. The city will be captured within three days. No restrictions are imposed on the soldiers! All the property obtained and the women plundered will be yours."