The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

Liang Shicheng squinted his eyes, revealing his fierceness: "In the past, he used tricks several times, but he bit back. This time, we must plan everything perfectly. We still have some tricks in our hands. Humph, let's use it together if it doesn't work. .”

There are also a few officials in the house, all of whom are under Liang Shicheng's subordinates. These people rely on him to take over the position, so there is no doubt that they will be loyal for a while.

Everyone has been fighting for so long, Liang Yinxiang's side is one against two, even though Cai Jing's old cunning is ambiguous every time, trying to balance it out to benefit from it, but generally speaking, he still thinks about Yang Lin a lot.

When everyone heard it, it turned out that Yang Lin had something in Liang Shicheng's hands, no wonder Yin Xiang was so excited.

Everyone gathered together, and Wang Ning asked, "What's the handle on Enfu?"

Liang Shicheng just shook his head with a smile, and said, "Of course the trump card should be used at the last moment, to give Yang Lin a fatal blow."

Looking at his appearance, Wang Ning suddenly felt a little worried. Yang Lin often has troops outside, and he doesn't know what kind of power Yinxiang has in his hands. Don't use it when he is leading the troops, otherwise we people will be ashamed. There is no place to die.

This worry was fleeting, Wang Ning shook his head, secretly thinking that there had never been a military uprising in the Song Dynasty, why should I worry about it here.

Chapter 4 Eleven Bianliang Blessing Han Shizhong

In midsummer, the sun is like a furnace, baking the land of Youyan.

The continuous rain a few days ago made the road full of potholes. After the water accumulated, the ground was wet and muddy. After being exposed to the scorching sun, it cracked and rolled up pieces of palm-sized soil.

In the north of the Great Wall, in the Jurchen camp, all the Jurchen soldiers hid in the shade of trees and in large tents to escape the heat.

They came from Huanglong Mansion, the town was covered with ice and snow every day, and it was hard for them to bear the scorching heat of this secluded place.

Looking at his camp, Zong Han gently turned the horsewhip in his hand, and there was a lingering blackness in his eyes.

Lou Shi stood aside without saying a word, he knew Zong Han's thoughts too well.

In front of this magnificent fortification, human beings seem so small, it is hard to imagine that the Great Wall is actually piled up by manpower.It's no wonder that the Han people in the south were able to defeat Jurchen Erlang. A nation that can tame high mountains and cliffs must have its unique features.

"On such a hot day, if you walk around outside, people and horses can get a layer of oil. Zong Han, we can't fight in this kind of weather. I don't know how long it will be hot."

Zong Han said with a gloomy face, "Lou Shi, we need a lot of time to prepare for the battle. If we can't fight, it's just right. You send people from Liaodong to arrest and drive a group of raw people over to transport food, grass and luggage. Wait until autumn, when the horses are fat and the people are strong." , it happens to be a good time to fight. This time I issued a military order in front of the old emperor, if we can't take Youyan down, we will all die."

"Place some scouts. This group of Song soldiers often come down the mountain to harass us. We have to be on guard. A group of more than 30 Song people came a few days ago, and they were surrounded by Nie Lian and killed them all. But they came last night. For revenge, 42 of our sons were burned to death."

Zong Han snorted coldly: "They are just relying on the Great Wall. After they beat it, I will massacre the cities in those dozens of military states and turn the soil of the Youyan land into red."

On the observation deck on the top of the mountain, Zong Ze held up a binoculars that he regarded as a treasure and had finally begged from Yang Lin, and watched the Jurchen's formation at the foot of the mountain.

At the root of the binoculars, there is a thin rope tied around Zongze's waist, and there is also a slender and small cloth bag specially for holding it.

After carefully putting the binoculars in, Zong Ze turned around and said to the guard of the Beacon Tower: "The Jurchen charge is too fast, you must keep an eye on it, and don't relax. Arrange a few more people and take turns to monitor .”

"Don't worry, we will guard this pass well." The guard is a veteran, because of his outstanding performance in the battle of Zhuolu Mountain, he was promoted to the head of the infantry. The excitement has not passed yet.

Because of his military exploits, Zong Ze was also promoted to be the economic envoy of Montenegro, who was in charge of border defense.

Standing behind him, Wang Ting sighed, "I don't know what's going on with Han Xuanshuai now. He shouldn't be sent to Bianliang when he's in charge at the border."

As soon as he mentioned this, Zong Ze became furious and sneered: "This poppi knows his family's wealth, and he is crying and shouting to go back with Shao Zai. You haven't seen his face!"

Han Shizhong was born in the Western Army at the bottom. These people have been suppressed in the army for too long, and most of them have some small problems of rebellion, selfishness, and shrewdness.No matter who it is, if your desperate battle exploits are falsely claimed again and again, you will also beat yourself a few times in your heart.

Ever since Han Shizhong confiscated Fangla in the south of the Yangtze River, he got acquainted with Yang Lin, a big tree, and he wanted to be a noble minister in the Privy Council with all his heart.

This time when You Yan was taken back, he was Yang Lin, Gao Shan and the third most accomplished general, so he got impatient and waited for the letter from You Yan, and followed Yang Lin's guard of honor to Bianliang, the place he missed.

Although Zong Ze was promoted to be a manager because of this and reached the sky in one step, he was not happy.He knew very well that Han Shizhong was good at fighting, and he was even a head above himself in terms of commanding troops and horses to respond to battles. However, such a person has a strategy in mind, but he doesn't want to use it at the border.

Wang Ting actually thought so in his heart, but he had a very good personal relationship with Han Shizhong, and he refused to speak ill of him behind his back, but shook his head helplessly and smiled wryly.

Han Shizhong, oh Han Shizhong, why did you leave your brothers and go to Bianliang to enjoy the blessings.Now you must be drinking and drinking, don't you be happy?

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Bianliang City, Yanqing Street, ten miles away.

A big man was stripped of most of his clothes, thrown out of a luxurious restaurant, and fell to the ground, splashing a circle of dust.

The big man got up, patted his head, and looked around guiltily, only to find that there was no acquaintance, so he was relieved.

"Damn it, you just owed a few gambling debts, and you dared to throw me and say my name, scaring you to kneel down and beg for mercy." The big man cursed and looked extremely embarrassed. He was the leader of the Hebei generals, Xuan Shuai Han Shizhong.

The people of Bianliang are well-informed, and they have long been familiar with it. Ten percent of this is due to gambling debts and being thrown out.

"Speaking of which, I have been in Bianliang for so long, and Shaozai promised to bring me face-to-face. I have saved money for three years to buy a house, and today I have lost all of it. The documents of the Privy Council have been delayed. How can this be? Good. No, I still have to see Shaozai."

He tied up the only remaining robe, bare most of his arms, and showed his strong muscles, and came to a booth.

There are a few crispy pears of yellow and orange on top, which look very good, "Old man, are these pears sweet?"

"If you have money to buy it, it will be sweet. If you don't have money, it will be smelly and bitter."

"You old man, you are so talkative and cheap, do you do business like this?" Han Shizhong picked up one, rubbed it on his waist, and one pear disappeared after three mouthfuls.

The old pear seller looked disgusted and asked, "I said, do you want to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, don't come and bite it. It's not a donkey."

Han Shizhong didn't get annoyed with him, and said with a smile: "This pear is not bad, pack up these thirty or forty pears for me, and I'm going to visit Yang Lin and Yang Shaozai."

The old man spat and scolded: "Don't be shameless, let you eat one for nothing, and still flirt with me here? Be careful, I'll call the official messenger, get out, don't delay my business, it's the bad luck today! Yes, I met a poor ghost."

Han Shizhong was no ordinary general, he had risen from the bottom. He had eaten so much pickle gas, received so much scolding, and had more fights than ordinary people in the Northwest.The old man was so rude, so he wasn't angry, he looked furtively around, and then lowered his voice after getting closer, "Let me tell you the truth, I am the commander-in-chief of all the troops and horses in Hebei, and I called You Yan back." .You give me dozens of pears today, and I will give you more money when you enter the Privy Council."

The old pear seller couldn't bear it anymore, and picked up his shoulder pole and wanted to beat him. Fearing that someone would catch him, Han Shizhong recognized his identity, and hurried away covering his face.

He rushed to Zhaodefang all the way, muttering in his heart: Don't kill me, don't kill me, if you don't remember me, Lao Han, you will live on the street.

Chapter 4 Twelve

"Why do you look like this?" Yang Lin asked with an ugly face, "Han Wu, you won't bet again, right?"

Han Shizhong quickly expressed his determination: "How is it possible, I am a person who doesn't know what is good or bad. After listening to Shao Zai's golden jade and good jade, I have already quit that problem. Isn't it hot?"

Yang Lin was dubious, and said: "I planned to let you enter the Privy Council, but a few days ago I offended Cai Jing because of the repair of the river. This incident has been widely spread, I believe you have heard of it? I am afraid that you will enter the Privy Council soon. It’s not enough, let’s do it this way, the Youyan Jin people have gone and returned, and have been stationed under the Great Wall, constantly increasing their troops.

Apart from you, Han Wu, there is no other decent general in the DPRK and China. To be honest, I am optimistic about you. How about going back again? "

Han Shizhong is now penniless. Although Bianliang is good, it is just a gold-selling cave. Hearing this, he nodded quickly and said, "I always listen to Shaozai."

This guy's cooperation was beyond Yang Lin's expectation. He squeezed his fingers and said, "No, when did you become so obedient? You must have gambled again when you bastard Han Wu. Lu Qian! Check it out for me." Check out some dark casinos in Bianliang, ask him if he has been there, and close them down for me by the way."

Han Shizhong stiffened his neck and refused to admit it. After all, he said he would be a eunuch in the palace if he gambled.

"Young Master, the battle in Youyan is so tense that the Jin soldiers are forced to go under the Great Wall. The final general plans to set off overnight and rush to the battlefield to serve the country."

Yang Lin patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Good job, let Lu Qian take you to my cashier to get some money, and next time I will bet that I will castrate you."