With a small tribe, the Jurchens succeeded in overthrowing the behemoth of Daliao. When they were so powerful, they were really powerful and ferocious.
Once it suffered a setback, the momentum was interrupted. In recent years, it has been a losing streak, and it is almost impossible to win. It is like being slowly put on a rope by the Song Dynasty.
The more he was beaten, the tighter the rope was. Aguma was beaten inside the big tent and his face looked very ugly.
None of the many Jurchen generals in the tent dared to speak. No matter how arrogant and domineering they were outside, they were always at war with each other and fighting among themselves.
But in front of Aguda, no one dared to challenge his authority. Even at this point, they still believed that only Wanyan Aguda could lead them to a comeback, and only he was the only emperor of the Kingdom of Jin.
The recent three wars between the Jin and Song dynasties have all made Aguda feel aggrieved. The rogue-like fighting style of the Song people made the Jurchen cavalry unable to use their strength.
"Ma Yushan is lost. Dading Palace must keep it. Send someone to speak to Wanyan Lou's room and say that he is not allowed to evacuate Dading Palace." Wanyan Aguda said in a deep voice.
At this time, no one in the tent dared to take the opportunity to come out and add insult to injury by speaking ill of Lou Shi.
Although he had just lost Ma Menshan, among the people present, no one had a better record than Lou Shi.
After overthrowing Daliao, replacing Daliao, and ruling this vast territory, the divisions and struggles that had begun within the Jurchens seemed to have eased a lot because of the unsatisfactory war.
If you are beaten back to your original shape, what's the use of fighting for greater power? Do you want to be the second-in-command in a small tribe?
Carrying Aguda's order, the ordering soldiers left the tent and went straight to Dading Mansion.
The Jurchen generals in the big tent gathered around Aguda. Here was the sand table they learned from the Song army.
The small red flags on it represent the soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty, which are scattered throughout the Ma Yu Mountain area.
Aguda pointed to the place where the reds gathered and said: "Ma Yushan, you must take it back, it will be the beginning of our Jurchen counterattack. I started from Huanglong Mansion and led you to destroy Daliao. Now I will start from Huanglong Mansion and lead you to destroy the Liao Dynasty."
You destroyed his Song Dynasty."
No matter what situation they are in, when the old patriarch in front of them, the current Emperor of Jin, speaks, the blood of all the Jurchens present will boil with excitement.
They unconditionally believe in the emperor in front of them. In the hearts of the Jurchens, this is their god——
The new city on the west side of Ma Yu Mountain, named Songzhou New City by Yang Lin because the area is full of pine trees, has begun to break ground.
With Yang Lin's deliberate connivance, the Goryeo civilians were protected. Yang Ziqian wanted to send people to capture some of the leaders, so Yang Lin sent them back.
Cui Hongxu and others were transferred here to build the city, which saved his life in disguise.
Although Yang Ziqian seems to be obedient at the moment, no one can be sure whether he will be so obedient in the future.
Even if he has been so obedient, who knows whether his descendants will still be loyal to the Song Dynasty a hundred years from now.
You know, tribes like the Jurchens used to be respectful and subservient to Daliao.
The Goryeo were much stronger than the Jurchens, and Yang Lin didn't trust them at all.
Songzhou City is surrounded by mountains and rivers, surrounded by fertile black soil. If the lush weeds are removed, there are patches of fertile farmland.
The land here has fallen leaves all year round and accumulated decay, which can be said to be a unique blessing.
After the imperial decree was issued, countless people came here from Hedong, Hebei and Shandong Northeast.
After all, for ordinary people, land is the lifeblood, a family property that can be passed down from generation to generation, and the capital to settle down and live a life.
The people who want to reclaim the land will pour in this year, and it will begin to take shape next year. If it continues to develop year by year, this place will soon be developed.
This is how the Han people expanded from a corner of the Yellow River to the current huge territory.
On the high hill at the head of the city, there is a small courtyard filled with guards from the Long Live Battalion.
Yang Lin sat on a newly made deck chair with his feet up, looking at the bustling city, feeling at ease.
Are Youyan and Yunnei the Ping vassal of the Han family? That is already a thing of the past. In the future, the Ping vassal of the Han family must gain or lose the Arctic Ocean.
In front of him, Lu Qian leaned lazily on the tree, sighing that the pine trees here were really thick and dense.
Lu Wang led two yellow dogs, waiting in line for him to comb them and comb them out.
The weather is getting hotter day by day. It is a rare hot summer here. This season saves you a lot of troubles.
Commanding the battle formation, Yang Lin's hands and feet were shaking with excitement, and he had no talent at all.
Building cities in the rear was his strength. Ever since Tianjin was built, Yang Lin had never tired of it and was very keen on building new cities.
He was even planning to build a place for the future capital. If he wanted to capture the vast northern border, he couldn't tell where the capital would be, so it would have to be tilted a little further north.
In this era, as long as you can control Jin, Goryeo, Japan and Mongolia, to put it bluntly, the rest of the world will not be enough to see.
A gust of wind blew, bringing with it the smell of refurbished soil and the heat of the steaming leaves. Yang Lin covered his face with half a cattail fan and took a leisurely nap.
Not long after closing his eyes, a burst of shouting came from far away, and when Yang Lin heard it, he knew it was Zhang An.
When he got closer, Zhang An was neither blushing nor out of breath. It was already very difficult to do this while running at such a speed.
Yang Lin curled his lips, took away the cattail leaf fan and said, "You can't come over here and speak politely, but I didn't understand even half of your words."
Zhang An laughed: "Young Zai didn't hear it, so I'll tell you again. There are five big rivers converging in Songzhou, especially in the Songshan area. I'm going to take the people from the River Control Department to control these five rivers."
Connect them from the middle to create a spider web-shaped irrigation surface."
Yang Lin didn't quite understand this, but he got to the point with one sentence: "How much money and manpower are needed?"
"Ten million is enough!"
Yang Lin held a cattail leaf fan and said impatiently: "Ten million? No!"
"Then eight million, I'll do it first."
Yang Lin sat up straight and said: "Things have their own priorities. I didn't transfer you to Songzhou to do your old job. What you have to do is to help me build the city. When the war is over, we will be free.
Just do these little details again.”
Zhang An rubbed his hands and said: "Young Zai, if we don't build the river channel, after the city is built, a large number of people will pour in, and the difficulty of reclaiming wasteland will be doubled."
Yang Lin reluctantly put down the cattail leaf fan and sighed: "The imperial court's income has increased, but the expenses have also doubled. You can save some money for me. It's only five million, which is not even an extra copper. You can figure it out yourself."
Let’s increase revenue and reduce expenditure.”
When Zhang An saw that he had received the money, he said happily: "Don't worry, Shao Zai, the rewards here will sooner or later make Shao Zai happy for today's expenditure!"