[Southern Song Dynasty] Splendid mountains and rivers

The sun had all sunk deep beneath the mountains.On the vast Gobi Desert, there is no sunlight.

An older sergeant in black armor stepped forward, clasped his fist at Zhong Yi, and said in a deep voice, "I wonder if what General Cai said to Di Ji just now is true?"

"That sentence?" Zhong Yi asked back.

"Push the border of the Song Dynasty to the vast sea, until the aurora can be seen. You said, this is the government's will."

Zhong Yi was silent for a moment, then slowly turned his head, glanced at the soldiers of the Western Army in front of him one by one, and said solemnly: "It is indeed the truth."

The black-armored sergeant took a step back, his blood boiling faintly.

The long-term strategy of the world, the army and the horses, are the lofty ambitions that surge in every man's heart.

Although this kind of thinking is a bit unrealistic...Although it looks a bit ridiculous...Although Da Song is still a bit sleepy now...

But the officials are on their side.

It has been many years, and they have been stationed in the northwest under the name of thieves supporting the army.

There was a Di Qing many years ago, but Di Qing also ended in a tragic end.At that time, there was Han Qi, Bao Zheng, and Wang Anshi, but there was no room for Di Qing, this time...

This time, after all, there are officials standing behind them.

This time, the entire Yanyun Sixteen States is their confidence.

The black-armored sergeants got on their horses neatly, and along with their young generals, gradually disappeared into the deepest part of the Northwest Gobi.Although there are a total of 30 troops behind them, even though they are cutting their way in the face-to-face collision between the 50 Xixia army and the 30 army...

Throw away all the messy thoughts and follow the general, that's right.

In the deepest part of the vast Gobi, there is the oldest road winding.Huo Qubing passed by, Li Jing passed by, and after that, the descendants sighed deeply.It is said that the Western Army is the most powerful branch of the Song Army, but no one knows that they are also the most silent branch of the Song Army.Even though the long tassels were stained with blood and the body was covered with scars, they walked forward silently, following their general.

Zhong Yi slowly reined in his horse, a hint of ferocity appeared in his deep black eyes.

So many days and nights, so much preparation and patience...

Finally turned into today's sharp sword out of its sheath, if you don't break Loulan, you won't return it.

In the spring of that year, the Song army made a surprise attack on Xixia, and the lone army penetrated more than three thousand miles.

The king of Xixia hastily mobilized his troops back to help, and the 50 army came like a torrent, sweeping away the 3000 men and horses.But who are they?What kind of horse are they under?If the spear breaks, use the Mo knife, and if the Mo knife is blunt, use your fist.Fighting with knives and guns in the yellow sand everywhere, the setting sun is full of desolate blood.

I don't remember who said that Da Song's backbone was not obtained by begging on his knees, but by the soldiers fighting bloody battles.

Only by hitting the other side with a blow to the head can you win the qualification for equal dialogue.

Xixia people are crazy.

They have never encountered such a ferocious Song Jun, each of them is taciturn, but each of them is not afraid of death.They never put on a defensive posture, they always remind their teammates that offense is the best defense.

The blood stained the armor, and he grinned grinningly and cut the opponent's throat;

The sharp arrow pierced through the heart, and he also blocked the last rain of arrows for his companion with a grinning grin.

crazy!crazy!crazy!

After the red-eyed general beheaded three Xixia generals with his own hands, someone finally recognized his identity.One after another, the military newspapers reached the Xixia king's desk, saying that Song Jun had gone crazy and that the young master of the Chong family wanted revenge.

"Revenge? He's avenging his own private revenge!" The King of Xixia protested.

Waiting for him was a black-armored Song army that rushed into the Xixia Palace.

Of the 3000 people, there were only 970 five left, neatly arranged in two rows.The red-eyed young general came step by step, holding a spear in his hand, and pointed at the throat of the King of Xixia:

"I fought all the way from Shuozhou to the Xixia Palace. I didn't come to talk nonsense with you."

"I killed all those who killed my father and brother one by one. You—"

After he uttered the word "you", he pressed his thin lips tightly, with a deep coldness in his eyes. The King of Xixia looked at him dumbfounded, as if in a dream. Because even if he was killed, Song The army came so fast; even if he was killed, the Song army dared to attack thousands of miles and came straight to the Xixia Palace.

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you." The young general said word by word, "My hands are already stained with blood, and I don't care about adding a few more. The people of Xixia owe my family, and the country of Xixia owes Da Song a long time ago. I can't tell the difference. I came here today to seek justice. I heard that His Majesty is quite proficient in documents, so please show Your Majesty how to seek justice." He finished speaking and stared at Xixia coldly. Wang Wang saw that there was a faint trace of scarlet in his eyes as deep as ink.

The King of Xixia was already petrified, and the guards around him were dead or injured, so he didn't have the heart to play "showing off" at all.

The young general sneered again, and slowly took out a handbook from his pocket.

"Since His Majesty can't say anything, please sign this agreement between the two countries over there."

The yellow-colored cloth was spread out on the desk of the King of Xixia, and the words smudged with thick ink are very pleasing to the eye, and it can be recognized as a great calligrapher of a generation.This imperial edict was personally written by Zhao Huan to Zhong Yi. As early as on the way to Shangjing in the past, Zhao Huan had already carefully discussed the affairs of the Xixia Kingdom with this Young Master Zhong.Later, Zhong Yi dispatched troops, and it was only completed under Zhao Huan's repeated urging.As for this edict...

Zhao Huan has already written twelve identical copies of this edict.

It has always been Zhao Huan's wish to return the Xixia Kingdom to its status as a vassal state and make it a vassal to pay tribute.

The king of Xixia could recognize Chinese characters, and when he read the characters on the yellow and colored cloth one by one, he felt terrified. The mobility of the 50 army is too poor. When they come back to help, the day lily may be cold...

A sharp spear was pressed against the throat of the King of Xixia.

"You only have time for a cup of tea." The young general said in a deep voice.

The expression of the king of Xixia is blue and white, complex and ever-changing, which is even more exciting than the palette of the master of fine brushwork.The tip of the spear moved forward intentionally or unintentionally, and the slight tingling pain made his face turn pale again.A black-armored sergeant at the side was already impatient, pressed the Xixia king's hand, forced him to stamp a seal on the cloth, and then threw it away like a quilt.

The King of Xixia slumped on the ground, his face was ashen, his lips trembling.

The young general carefully put away the cloth and ordered: "Let's go."

However, it is easy when it comes, but it is difficult when it goes.

They have to cross the vast Gobi for thousands of miles, tear apart the defense line of 50 Xixia troops, and perhaps beware of Xiliao taking advantage of the fire...

One thousand nine hundred and seventy five Heijia soldiers re-mounted their horses and galloped away to the east in silence.Even Zhong Yi himself doesn't know whether the future will be life or death.But anyway, he's done it.

Thousands of miles of Gobi is wild, with a bleak setting sun behind it.

Before people arrive, the shadows form a pair.

"let's go."

He spoke indifferently, with almost no emotion in his eyes.

More than a thousand black-armored soldiers marched mightily towards the east, pointing straight at the vast night sky like a blood-quenched ink-colored long sword.

"Major General..." someone whispered to him.

"Just now I, I seem to have seen Roufu Diji."