The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

In the past few years, they have followed Yang Lin, and their performance is really amazing. With a group of children from the Long Live Camp, they have also repeatedly made military exploits.Fight north and south, scout for intelligence, assassinate enemy generals

Yang Tianren stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire, and said with a smile: "Winter is about to begin. It is said that after this winter, we will go to the Youyan area. This time, Tianning and I will get together. God bless you two to stay here."

Yang Tianci was puzzled and said, "Why is that, the four of us have always been inseparable."

Youyan, especially the area around the Great Wall, as the border of the Song and Jin Dynasties, the situation is extremely complicated.

Not only the Jurchen, but also the place in Liaodong is powerful, the forces are intertwined, and the terrain is steep. It is very dangerous to spy in such a place.

Yang Tianci's body has always been a little weak, Yang Tianren didn't want him to go, in order not to let the younger brother feel frustrated, he deliberately left Yang Tianan to accompany him.

The two inevitably had some conflicts, but the eldest brother brought himself a few people to grow up, and his words have always carried a lot of weight, so the two had no choice but to agree.

Yang Tianning didn't care, he clapped his hands and said, "When we come back, there may be no more wars in this world."

Standing up, looking at the starry sky and the full moon like a millstone, Yang Tianning murmured, "That's really boring."

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Khitan, Zhongjing Prefecture.

Looking down the mountain from Beifengzhai, the fortress of Modouling, which used to be well-organized and strong, has been burned to a white ground.

The rammed earth is the base, and the city wall covering the base of the wall with stone strips is still intact, but there are smoky scorched traces everywhere on the wall.The original towering enemy building on the south gate gate has collapsed into unrecognizable ruins.

Mo Dou Ridge was originally crowded with buildings of various colors, or stationed troops, or stored food, grass and military supplies.After a fire, it all disappeared.There are broken bricks and tiles everywhere, scorched beams and wood, and the light snow in the past few days has covered the scorched ruins with a thin layer. The whole scene seems to be that this fortress has been abandoned for several years.

Yelu Dashi's heart was pierced by a knife. He never expected that after the Jurchen came back, he would beat his Khitan Erlang back to his original form in the first battle.

A few days ago, tens of thousands of soldiers were stationed, flags and flags were flying, golden drums were heard, and Mo Douling, which was waiting for death, seemed like a dream at this moment.

The Liuhe City at the foot of Mo Dou Ridge is relatively complete and has not undergone severe damage.Only the bloodstains on the walls of the fort still recorded the desperate resistance of the remaining defenders.

Most of the Jurchen soldiers and horses were stationed in various small forts in Mo Dou Ridge to avoid the cold wind in the wild, and to monitor their remaining defenders in the Beifeng Village.On the contrary, there was no one in Liuhe City, only the city gate was open, and occasionally Jurchen knights came in and out.Outside the city, the activities of the Jurchen soldiers and horses are obvious. Every day, a large number of Jurchen light cavalry are sent out, either to capture raw animals, or to plunder food and grass.

They never regarded the Khitan people in the occupied area as human beings. Although Yang Pu tried his best to formulate some policies to help them win the hearts of the people, the cruelty and tyranny engraved in the bones of the first Jurchens would not Restricted by mere regional codes.

Under their butcher's knives, the Khitan people who originally lived together from various ethnic groups were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, killing them at will.

A few days ago, Yao Pingzhong led his troops to withdraw to the south. Not long after they left, the main Jurchen troops who had withdrawn from Youyan immediately arrived.

The leader was Wanyan Zonghan, who was full of anger. He provoked the war against Yan to the south, and suffered two setbacks, which interrupted Jurchen's indomitable momentum.

Folded twice in the hands of Song Jun, Wanyan Wu Qimai, Wanyan Xiyin and Yin Keshu were all invincible generals when Jurchen conquered Liao Dynasty.

Because of this, Zong Han was excluded from the decision-making circle of the Kingdom of Jin. Wanyan Aguda asked him to lead troops to quell the chaos. Zong Han directly ordered that all the cities restored by the Khitan be burned for three days after they were captured. There is no taboo.

Jin and Liao clashed again, and Yelu Dashi, who was quite confident, was slapped hard.

Liuhe City, an important town in Zhongjing Prefecture, fell in less than two days, and the countless fortifications on Mo Dou Ridge were broken down one by one by the Jurchens.

They piled up the corpses of Khitan soldiers, chopped them up to vent their anger, and urinated on the corpses, all under the noses of the Khitans in Beifeng Village.The Khitan people hated to the heavens, but they inevitably felt some fear, which was the purpose of the Jurchens.

Yelu Dashi was exhausted physically and mentally. He stood out from the crowd since he was a child, every step was very solid, and his talent was so outstanding.

Countless Khitan clans pointed at him and laughed and said that Yelu's family has this son, which is enough to comfort their ancestors.

Yelu Dashi was also very confident in his abilities, but after these few days of fighting, he found sadly that the Jurchen in front of him was not something he could defeat at all.

These people charged forward, fearless of death, like a torrent, smashing the Khitan people to pieces, and harvesting the lives of Khitan soldiers like melons and vegetables.

There used to be 70 Khitan soldiers who lost to Wanyan Aguda's [-] Jurchen soldiers in Liaodong. Everyone said that the Jurchen soldiers were invincible.

Yelu Dashi also believed in it. After all, 70 wins [-], it is too absurd to say it.

But then the Jurchens broke their halberd twice in Youyan and returned without success, Yelu Dashi had other thoughts in his mind.

He knew the fighting power of the Song people. How could a group of people who couldn't even beat the soldiers of the Song Dynasty be invincible.

Now that the reality has given him a slap in the face, the gap in strength is so obvious, how did the people of Song stop these ferocious tartars?

Yelu Dashi lowered his head, let out a deep breath, and finally let go of his disdain for Song Jun.

"Send someone south tomorrow, and ask Song Ting to send a general who can fight to teach us how to fight the enemy Jurchen."

4 Chapter Seventy

The early morning light shines on the streets of Bianliang, and the city and its residents wake up to the bell of the time teller.

The early hawkers have already started hawking. People in Bianliang usually don’t open their stoves at home in the early morning. Every morning, there are many early shops that are bustling with business. You can buy "filling lungs" and "fried lungs" for ten or twenty pennies. , Congee rice and the like early.

A few children squatted at the gate, rinsing their mouths with toothbrushes. Several kickju teams in Kaifeng Prefecture had already started their morning exercises, and their feet seemed to be sticky, sticking the ball to their feet.Soon a group of people gathered around to watch. If anyone played well, the people of Bianliang never hesitated to applaud.

A group of civil servants wearing crowns and scarves, holding a pole half the height of a person, and carrying small balls, went to the suburbs to punch pills.

The so-called Chui Wan was the earliest golf ball. In the Song Dynasty, only civil officials played it, and it was just a status symbol.

Yang Lin put on his official uniform early in the morning, and went to the Daqing Palace for the early court. The new king, Zhao Si, had not yet passed the emperor's excitement period, and was very motivated to participate in governing the world.

The upstarts in the court, headed by Xu Zhichang and Wang Chaoli, politely told him that His Majesty only needs to do nothing to govern, and that is the way of the Son of Heaven.

Zhao Si was so bored, Yang Jian chuckled, and announced his retreat with a flick of his whisk.

Yang Lin stepped out of the Daqing Hall, but instead of going to the Forbidden Palace, he summoned several cadres from the Anti-Corruption Factory and the Captain's Mansion.

A group of more than 50 people rode on horses and began to check the number of people from yamen to see who was lazy and refused to come.

The autumn wind was chilly, and Yang Lin's face turned red from the cold. The prisoner was the first to arrive.

Many of the generals in the prison are his old subordinates when he was the prime minister. When they saw the old boss coming, they came out to welcome him.

In the past, Jiang Zuojian was the top scholar temporarily, but now that Cai Jing has reformed and implemented the admission system, there is no champion.This position was also held by the young supervisor Zhang Tong.

"Shao Zai, why are you here?" Zhang Tong greeted him with a smile, Yang Lin didn't answer, and looked around, and found that the sparse crowd in the yamen was very deserted.

The birds in the yard were too lazy to take off, so they just pecked at the grass seeds in place, and it seemed that they were cooked.

Yang Lin kicked the unlucky bird away with one kick, and said with a straight face: "Old Zhang, if I remember correctly, there should be two young supervisors, four young prime ministers, six chief clerks, Recorded 12 people."

"Small slaughter of the famous name, the exact words are accurate." Zhang Tong flattered.

"Exactly?" Yang Lin glared at him and said sharply, "Then tell me, how many people are here?"

Zhang Tong looked embarrassed. The officials of the Song Dynasty were idle and lazy, which is something that everyone is used to. What kind of trouble is it to have less slaughter.

You know, the little general as the prison is just an official office in charge of palace buildings, the production of precious utensils made of gold, jade, pearls, emerald rhinoceros and elephants, the embroidery of gauze and satin, and all kinds of strange utensils.

This kind of highly professional government office actually only needs one or two managers, and the rest only needs craftsmen.