Chapter seven hundred and fiftieth chapters three chapters of the law
Bianliang, Honglu Temple, Concierge Hotel.
Yang Ziqian stood in front of the door, and the Korean guards behind him were packing their bags.
His face looked a little ugly. The first batch of Korean civilians to be repatriated were on the west side of the Yalu River. As soon as they crossed the river, they attacked the resident Korean soldiers and horses.
What is ridiculous is that a group of civilians armed with wooden sticks, stones and other objects killed the defenders to pieces, abandoned their helmets and armor and fled, almost escaping all the way back to Kaijing.
Yang Ziqian's former confidant, General Tuo Junjing, once again proved his incompetence. It's a pity that such a burly general turned out to be a loser.
Today Daxia's attitude is very ambiguous. Although he was supported by them, from the emperor to the ministers, it seems that they are not willing to see a complete Goryeo.
This was a dangerous signal, and Yang Ziqian immediately thought of Wou Zhi, Dali and Khitan.
Each of them was messed up by the Han people, causing these neighboring countries to fall into civil strife, and then when they were beaten to a pulp, the Han army appeared.
The final result is that these countries have now become provinces of the Xia Dynasty.
"Your Highness, it's ready."
Yang Ziqian nodded, straightened his back, waved his hand and said, "Let's go."
On the official road in Bianliang, a group of Goryeo carriages galloped away. In front of another city gate, Yang Ziqian and only three guards, dressed in casual clothes, headed north.
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In the imperial city, Yang Lin stretched out. Lying on the bed next to him was a petite girl, sleeping soundly.
The morning sun evenly spreads on the white and tender skin, giving off a milky white halo, and the long eyelashes tremble, very cute.
Yang Lin rubbed his eyes, remembering Zhong Guiyi's frantic search last night, and couldn't help secretly thinking that Little Taozi had grown up.
As soon as there was any movement here, Yun Niang, who was waiting outside, came in with several palace ladies to help him get up and wash up.
Yang Lin waved his hand and motioned for them to go to the outer hall so as not to wake up the girl on the bed.
Yun Niang smiled and tiptoed out. Yang Lin climbed out of the bed and tucked Xiao Taozi into bed. The girl let out a comfortable hum and turned over on the bed to continue sleeping.
Yang Lin smiled, went outside the palace, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and then put on a dragon robe.
Because Xia is known as the virtue of fire, the dragon robes are all red, which looks brighter and more eye-catching.
In fact, almost all the imperial dragon robes of the past dynasties are based on this. For example, Shui De is all black.
There have been many Shuide dynasties since the Qin Dynasty, but only one did not use black. That was Li Zicheng's Dashun. After he ascended the throne, others told him that he was in the Shuide dynasty and his dragon robes should be black.
Li Zicheng sneered, thinking that the navy was blue, so he used a blue dragon robe...
Yang Lin stretched out his arm, glanced at the sleeves, and asked, "How do you like this dragon robe?"
Qin Qingqing tied his waist and said with a smile: "You're in good spirits."
Yang Lin touched her chin and said, "If you don't tell me, I like your mouth. It's so comfortable."
There were several sweet smiles in the hall, but a servant outside said: "Guan family, a letter has been sent from the Duwei's Mansion."
"Oh? Bring it in."
A palace maid slowly withdrew, came in with a letter, unfolded it, and handed it to Yang Lin.
Yang Lin reads this kind of letters very quickly. The people in the Duwei Mansion are very simple and clear, and there is not even a word of nonsense.
After reading it, Yang Lin lowered his head and began to think deeply, and sighed: "Never underestimate the world..."
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Not far from Tianjin Port, there is a dense forest with a trail in the middle.
A few days ago, a vicious murder occurred here. The identity of the person who died was unusual. He was a member of the Koryo Mission.
This was already a matter involving the country, and the local government did not dare to neglect it and quickly organized manpower to investigate.
Before they could investigate, the murderers came to surrender and were a group of Korean civilians.
They claimed that they came to ambush and kill people in order to avenge themselves because the Koreans massacred their relatives.
The officials from the Tianjin government office knew at a glance that these people were here to take the blame. These people looked old, weak, sick, and disabled, and some of them were obviously about to die of illness.
How could they kill so many people? If a fight broke out, who might be killed?
The government was most concerned about Yang Ziqian, the Korean king of Goryeo, but it turned out that he was not among them.
While the officials heaved a sigh of relief, they were also secretly worried, fearing that he had been captured.
In the remaining few days, I searched all over Tianjin, but there were no clues.
At this time, on the banks of the Yalu River, Yang Ziqian crossed the pontoon bridge and arrived at the Goryeo military camp.
With only three people, he dared to pass through Shenyang Prefecture, where the majority of Korean civilians were concentrated, and arrived at the Korean camp.
Everyone in the camp, from the general Tuo Junjing to the ordinary soldiers, was in panic.
Tuo Junjing had a bandage tied around his neck, and he was anxious for fear of being held accountable.
Yang Ziqian took off his cloak and wore armor, his face as heavy as water.
"Your Highness? What happened this time was due to the official's negligence..."
Yang Ziqian waved his hand and said: "Beat the drum, summon all the generals, and come here to meet."
The drums were beating, and all the generals and generals in the camp came to the scene.
A few people who usually procrastinate did not dare to neglect, so they rushed over holding on to their helmets.
When they came to the Chinese army tent, they were surprised to see Yang Ziqian present, and many people were startled.
Seeing that the people were almost there, Yang Ziqian glanced at Tuo Junjing, frightening the latter to the point of trembling again.
"How many more are left?"
"It's all here.. It's all here."
Yang Ziqian twisted his wrist guard. In the past, the prince of the county who had always knelt down to the Xia people and struck hard at his compatriots actually had a hint of domineering.
"A few civilians, unarmed and without any armor, dared to attack the fortifications along the Yalu River."
Everyone present lowered their heads and did not dare to speak. None of them dared to take it back.
Yang Ziqian raised his voice and said coldly: "I only want to say three points. One is to forget the past. When I didn't come, no matter whose fault it was, all the faults would be cleared.
Second, military discipline must be strictly enforced. Anyone who retreats from battle from now on will be punished without mercy!
The third is to be rewarded heavily for meritorious service. If you pass the order, no matter who it is, kill one enemy in exchange for five coins. Kill ten enemies and you will be promoted to a higher rank."
In just three sentences, the demoralized Goryeo military camp miraculously recovered.
Without any delay, the Goryeo military camp stopped defending, opened the camp gate and rushed out.
The civilians outside looked at the officers and soldiers pouring out in astonishment, and even to their death they did not know why they had completely changed.
The negligent civilians, most of whom even lay in the haystacks to keep warm, were beheaded by the officers and soldiers who came over like crazy.
Although they quickly began to resist, they were a group of civilians after all, and they did not have many weapons in their hands. Most of them were trophies from the last time.
It only took the officers and soldiers one afternoon to kill all the civilians who rebelled. The more than 10,000 people who were repatriated for the first time were all massacred.
On the Yalu River, countless headless corpses were thrown, and blood slowly seeped into the frozen river.