The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

After finishing speaking, he punched Han Yun in the eye socket, and he was struck with gold stars, vomited black blood, and passed out.

Fang La wanted to scold, but was afraid that he would hurt the old brother's heart in order to demote him, so he frowned and said, "Shi Bao, he just said something, why are you beating him half to death?"

As soon as this remark came out, Shi Bao snorted coldly and threw Han Yun to the ground, and all the surrendered officials of the Song Dynasty in the palace were terrified.

How can such a person succeed? They are just a group of strong men.

"I called you here because I actually have something important to do. Last night I stared and thought about it all night, but I didn't sleep at all. After thinking about it, it is not an option to wait any longer. Why don't you brothers keep me and talk to you outside the city?" The Song army fought once. If it is possible, we will fight across the river. If it is not possible, we will retreat to Hangzhou and never go out. If it is impossible, we will retreat to the cave of our hometown. As long as we abandon this Hangzhou city and go to the cave of Qingxi Town to be happy, who will be happy? What can we do to us."

"Yes!" As soon as Fang La made a decision, all the generals in the palace bowed their hands and said yes.

Fang La has never read military books, and only thinks that it is safest to bring all the soldiers with him when fighting.

How could it be wrong to have too many people, two fighting one is better than one fighting one. With this in mind, all the rebels near Hangzhou were driven to the north gate, ready to attack the Song army camp vigorously.

When the news came, Yang Lin couldn't wait a long time ago. He slapped the table and said, "Follow the enemy according to the original arrangement!"

The rebels all over the mountains and plains rushed forward howling without any rules or even formations.

This tsunami-like momentum was really scary, and Yang Lin carefully commanded the imperial army to form a formation to resist.

To his surprise, when the first wave of these menacing rebels was blocked, the impact continued to decrease.

Many people crowded in the back, didn't know what to do, couldn't run forward, and didn't say that in the future. Many people were stunned on the battlefield.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

On the contrary, on the side of the imperial army, all kinds of daily training have been confirmed at this moment. The experience accumulated by the predecessors in the founding of the country in countless battle formations, and the formation of the infantry of the Song Dynasty, once again demonstrated their power.

The morale of the guards increased as they fought more, and they were in a hurry when they first entered the battle, but now they are handy.

Looking at the gradually clear situation, Yang Lin thought unkindly that Fang La is really a natural training stone.

After this battle, the fighting power of the [-] imperial troops brought by him has at least increased by several notches.

After all, no matter how many times you practice on the school grounds, you won't get as much experience as you can get in one actual combat.

Why is the Western Army so strong? They have to fight the Qiang people every day. Either you die or I die.

Song Bing, who was hiding behind the shield, clanked the bowstring in his hand, and sharp arrows fell like rain.The rebels who were squeezed in place couldn't fight back at all. If they were lucky, they could hold up their shields to hide, while those with poor skills could only be shot to death before their eyes.

At this time, Yang Lin waved his hand lightly, made the flag unfurl, and the drums blared loudly, and a cavalryman stabbed out diagonally.

Xin Xingzong charged over with his troops, they had never fought such a strange battle, never killed people so neatly like cutting melons and vegetables, some soldiers even killed softly.

Han Shizhong could no longer slash the enemy with his sword, his blade had already been cut into his mouth.People and horses are crowded, but the speed is getting faster and faster. If one accidentally falls off the horse, he will be submerged in the "torrent" of escape.

Xin Xingzong and the others could only withdraw their knives, and with an order, the crowd tightly controlled the horses, just like alien men on the grassland driving cattle and sheep, driving the rebels to flee.

There was a bloody smell ahead, Yang Lin ordered the drums to be beaten, and the three armies attacked, and began to expand the results of the battle.

Fang La and the others lost their helmets and armor, sweating profusely, and looked equally distressed. They fled back to Hangzhou City and hung the large suspension bridge at Yongjinmen high. Many soldiers who were still on it fell into the moat.

The people outside saw that Fang La had abandoned them and had no way to go to heaven or earth, so they had to kneel on the ground and raise their hands in surrender.

Yang Lin's face was full of excitement, and he ordered not to kill the prisoners. This is only a city of Hangzhou, and there are more than 40 counties in three prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River in Fang La's hands.

Under the city of Hangzhou, the officers and soldiers began to recruit prisoners. These people were very cooperative. They were originally a group of honest farmers, and their awe of the government was engraved in their bones. If it weren't for Zhu Miao and Li Yan who forced them to have no way out, who would want to rebel with Fang La.

Throwing down their weapons now is like having a nightmare. Fortunately, Yang Lin ordered that the soldiers who surrendered should not be held accountable, and they could even be dismissed and returned to their hometowns on the spot.

Just this one, together with the killing of Zhu Yu's family and the abolition of the Yingfeng Bureau, were the biggest factors in this counter-insurgency.

After winning the first battle, Yang Lin was surrounded by a group of generals, with Gao Shan as the leader and began to flatter him.

Saying that Yang Lin is the reincarnation of Sun Wu and Wu Qi is reborn, it means that if Yang Lin was allowed to take charge of the army earlier, Khitan Xixia would have been wiped out several times.

Xin Xingzong and the others stood aside in embarrassment. Seeing this level of competition, the princes in the Northwest would laugh their heads off.Yang Lin's impromptu command was only quite satisfactory, and he didn't make any mistakes.

Yang Lin stretched out his hand to stop this unhealthy trend, and reprimanded him sternly: "Don't be flattering, how can I not know myself, but also Jiang Shang and Han Xin, how can I have such a high standard. "

Xin Xingzong, Han Wu and the others nodded secretly. Shao Zai is still a polite and gentle man, and somehow he has such a reputation. He is obviously a gentleman.

Yang Lin paused, and continued: "At best, I can only be on par with Zhuge Liang in the late Han Dynasty and Li Jing in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. I dare not be a soldier god, but a soldier saint is about the same."

Xin Xingzong:

The high-handled monster screamed: "Young Zai's humble heart is simply glorious through the ages! Anyone who is moved by the end will cry."

Chapter 144 Song Jiang's Poetry

The dark clouds reflect the moon, and the flames soar into the sky.

Under the city of Hangzhou, another wave of Ming Cult believers approached frantically, trying to rescue Fang La who was besieged in the city.

These people often rely on the superstition of foolishness and courage to come forward, but they all end up dying.

After some fighting, the Song army began to clean up the battlefield again. Because these rebels swept across the Liangzhe Road, three states and forty counties, their money bags were bulging, and all those captured by the order of the young master belonged to themselves. Now the Song army His fighting enthusiasm is unprecedentedly high, and he can't wait for the rebels to attack the city every day.

Yang Lin was on the wall of the stronghold, shaking his fan to drive away mosquitoes and flies, and said: "But I know that the so-called 'Ming King', who disregarded his own life and feared death, has lost his human nature and has become a puppet of the Ming Cult. These people must Eliminate them, otherwise there will be another group of disasters in the future.”

Song Jiang said in a low voice: "Young Zai, the boy with a high handle has been approaching us intentionally recently. Shao Zai is also good to him, but this Ya Nei is Gao Taiwei's son after all."

Yang Lin smiled, and said in a low voice: "So what about Taiwei Gao? He has only been Su Shi's book boy for a few days, and he really regards him as a member of the Su family. There is nothing we can't fight for. Liang Shicheng is deeply rooted in the court. We To fight against him, it is not enough to just develop your own wings, you have to tear down his platform."

Song Jiang shook his head. He didn't think that Gao Qiu would turn against him. Now that his family's young marshal was about the same as Gao Taiwei, he was already thinking of subduing him, and he was too optimistic.

Yang Lin pulled out a wine bag, took a sip and handed it to Song Jiang. He lay on the wall of the village with his hands on his pillow, looked at the full moon in the sky, and said with a smile, "Today's moon is so round."

Song Jiang gulped down his belly, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile, "Master, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"Mid-Autumn Festival," Yang Lin asked with confusion in his eyes, "Gong Ming, is there anyone you miss on the full moon night of Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Why not! I have a group of brothers in Shandong. In the past in Mizhou, we could often get together happily. Now there is only one Hua Rong by my side. It makes me feel a little sad to think about it. I had a bloody battle with Fang La's people outside Bianliang before. , Lost dozens of brothers, it is infinitely desolate." After he finished speaking, he paused, drank his stomach, and asked drunkenly, "Where is Shaozai?"

"Me? I miss my father a little bit, and my adopted sons and concubines. When can we settle down and reunite with our relatives instead of fighting on the bloody battlefield?"

Song Jiang laughed: "It's not easy to kill less. After Fang La is wiped out, the world will be peaceful!"

"The world is peaceful? Early, there are Khitan people in the land of Youyan, there are Dangxiang people in the west of Hengshan Mountain, and there are a group of cruel and cold-blooded Jurchens in the Baishan Heishui of that extremely cold place. The land, daughter, and wealth of the family." Yang Lin looked up at a round of bright moon and said lightly: "Sooner or later, I will conquer them all, and I don't know how many times I will go through more cruel fights than now. "

Now the Western Army has only come three thousand, and killing Fang La's rebels is like chopping melons and vegetables. These people, in Baigouhe more than ten years later, watched with their own eyes the defeat of Yang Keshi, the most capable of the Western Army, to Yelu Dashi.

But Yelu Dashi's Liao army had no ability to resist when facing the Jurchens.Tens of thousands of Jurchens, to destroy the huge Khitan, almost met no decent resistance.

It's hard to imagine how powerful the Jurchen barbarians were in their heyday, and Yang Lin's face gradually darkened.

Song Jiang's blood was surging when he heard this, and through the drunkenness, he looked up to the sky with his hands behind his back and looked at the moon, and said impromptu: "My heart is in Shandong, and my body is in Wu, and I am in the river and sea. He looks like Ling Yunzhi, laughing at the champion who is not a husband!"