Chapter seven hundred and sixty sixth peace rupture
In the third year of Daxia and Chongming years, Liao and Xia opened trade and mutual trade in the Western Regions Protectorate, exempting caravans from the two countries from paying taxes.
Exchanges between the East and the West have never been so frequent. Both major countries have adopted enlightened policies, resulting in smooth roads and continuous exchanges.
Eastern technology spread throughout Eurasia through various channels.
After more than ten years of extremely bloody fighting in East Asia, peace has never been so long and its scope has never been so wide.
Countless talented people flocked to Daxia like pilgrims to learn all kinds of advanced knowledge and technology.
Many people became obsessed with Chinese culture and chose to stay here, while some wanted to return to their hometowns and bring back the gospel of the East.
Open, confident, tolerant...this is today's Daxia Dynasty.
In the palace, Yang Lin commanded a group of servants to build an amusement park for his group of little emperors.
As soon as the infrastructure madman Yang Lin came on stage, he commanded a group of eunuchs who were inattentive and indifferent to grains.
Everyone worked extra hard for the emperor and wished they could sweat more.
Yang Lin was used to big scenes. He had been doing big projects since the city was built in Tianjin, and he was very dissatisfied with these servants.
One dared to command, the other dared to do it, and soon an amusement park began to take shape.
Yang Lin clapped his hands, and Yun Niang took the palace maid to help him wash his hands and face.
Looking at a bunch of strange things, Yun Niang asked: "Guan family, what are these things?"
"It's for the princesses to play. Look at that one, you can slide down from it. And this one is a safer swing. It's a small wooden horse with a mechanism and can run on its own."
Not to mention the children, when the palace ladies around me heard about it, they all wanted to try it themselves.
Yang Lin was so proud that he was just about to continue showing off when Qin Qingqing came from a distance holding up the hem of her skirt and said: "The official, Han Shizhong wants to see you."
"Han Shizhong?" Yang Lin took off his outer robe and walked into the Chunhe Hall wearing cool clothes.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw Han Shizhong's dark face showing a bit of excitement.
"I've met the officials."
"Get back on your feet." Yang Lin waved his hand and said, "Han Wu, why do you want to see me?"
Han Shizhong chuckled and said: "The officials and Koreans are fighting again!"
"Oh?" Yang Lin's eyes lit up and he asked with interest: "Their peace talks finally broke down? Alas, it's a pity that the peace I was happy to see is gone."
"It's not just that it's gone, it's simply gone! The officials don't know something. Cui Hongxu is dead..."
Cui Hongxu died. He really didn't expect it. Yang Lin asked: "Cui Hongxu was so young. I once summoned him in Changchun Prefecture. At that time, he was strong and energetic, and it didn't look like he would be short-lived. On the contrary, Yang Ziqian looked like a short-lived person.
He looked so drained by alcohol and sex, why is Cui Hongxu dead?"
Han Shizhong clapped his hands and said: "That Cui Hongxu is determined to learn from us in Daxia, but he doesn't know that after his poor people gain power, they will become new clan members. Cui Hongxu wants to abolish the clan system, but no matter how willing he is, the conflicts between the two parties are getting deeper and deeper.
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"He only regarded him as the subordinate he led. Even if he had suspicions, he would not take risks. Who knew that driven by interests, no one in this group of Koreans knew the word loyalty. They conspired to kill Cui Hongxu and supported Park Santai.
As the king, the powerful figures in their power are divided into thirteen new clans, and all the systems are the same as those of the old clans, or even worse."
Yang Lin murmured: "As expected of Goryeo..."
Han Shizhong smiled and said: "When Yang Ziqian saw this opportunity, he was not willing to let it go. He had already negotiated with the forces in Busan and sent troops to attack, saying that he would unify Korea again."
Yang Lin had a slight smile on his face, but he was not very happy in his heart. He could not express his feelings, and slowly said: "Korea has been divided for three or four years. In these years, thanks to Cui Hongxu's hard work, peace has been maintained for less than three years.
.This was the last chance for Goryeo, but now it was wiped out by a group of people. Pass the order, and stock up on the banks of the Yalu River, ready for action at any time."
"We just need to keep our troops here and wait for the Goryeo War to break out until the end of the battle or when one side collapses before we take action."
Han Shizhong cupped his fists and said, "The officials are wise, as I thought."
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In the territory of Goryeo, the frontline camp.
After several years of reorganization, the military camp was now in shape. Yang Ziqian took over all the excess supplies from Yang Lin's Northern Expeditionary Army, and the entire military camp was equipped with complete summer-style equipment.
There is nothing else about summer-style equipment. In one word, it is expensive.
Of course it's expensive, it's really useful, the armor is strong, and the weapons are sharp.
In recent years, Yang Ziqian has become less voluptuous and more heroic.
He is not a useless snack to begin with. He once served in the army and made great achievements in combat.
In recent years, Yang's business in Renzhou has been prosperous.
After Goryeo was divided into three parts, his country of Korea was the most powerful.
Now that he has used all his troops and horses, anyone with a discerning eye can see that if there is no external interference, he will definitely unify the peninsula.
At that time, his grandson will definitely be deposed, and the Goryeo Dynasty will become history and be replaced by the emerging North Korea.
Inside the big tent, the pile of sand trays was the same as what he had seen in Yang Lin's tent.
I don’t know why, but from Yelu Dashi to Cui Hongxu, Yang Ziqian...all the heroes who have come into contact with Yang Lin like to imitate him in some details and are easily influenced by him.
Deep down in their hearts, they actually envied Yang Lin. He led his people to defeat all powerful enemies magnificently and stood proudly in the world.
This is the hero's most desired dream...
"Your Highness, there is something going on over there in Daxia!"
A soldier knelt down and said.
Yang Ziqian's hands and feet trembled with excitement and shouted: "Speak quickly!"
"The Xia army is approaching the Yalu River without any explanation or sending anyone to contact any party."
Yang Ziqian rolled his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief. As long as Daxia didn't support those mud-legged people, they would be destroyed soon.
These people ridiculously killed their pillar Cui Hongxu and established some new Thirteen Clan. They lost the support of the people and the people. This short-lived force has collapsed.
Cui Hongxu's prestige was the only pillar to maintain their rule. Killing Cui Hongxu, as they thought, would be destroying the Great Wall and digging their own graves.
The reason why countless idiots dare to take up arms to resist is because of Cui Hongxu's prestige.
Yang Ziqian's idea is not wrong. In East Asia, a leader is a must, and his power is infinite.
"Whether Daxia...will intervene, I think it's likely that he will." Yang Ziqian said to himself, and all the generals in the tent looked at him.
"Our only way is to attack these rebels with lightning speed and unify Goryeo! We will not give Daxia a chance to intervene."
"Give the order, gather the generals and drums together, and all the generals and assistants should go to the school grounds to light the drums."
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