The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 477

After laying down such a large territory, but before enjoying it for a few days, the Liao people's mansion, beauties and groups of servants were all waiting for him at home.

You know, even ordinary Jurchen soldiers were assigned more than a dozen slaves.

After all, there are too few Jurchens, and Daliao is a huge monster, like a bandit who robbed a local gentry and turned himself into a master. The happiness of the nobles of the Liao people is something they can't imagine for the time being, and they need to feel it slowly.

Yang Lin looked back and saw that the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty also had passionate expressions on their faces. Shao Zai cherished the lives of warriors and prevented everyone from continuing to gamble their lives in this plague-ridden land. Yunliuzhou will soon be completely back in the hands of people like myself.

Yang Lin let out a long sigh of relief, there are gains and losses in everything, and exchanging Yelu Yanxi for Yunnei by himself now seems to be the least expensive and the most profitable.

However, he also lost the chance to beat Jurchen to death with one stick. The chances of both parties in this decisive battle are equal. Wanyan Loushi is like an iron lock on the Hengjiang River, blocking the Sanggan River, making it difficult for Han Shizhong and Zongze to take a step Enter.Only this one person destroyed his strategy of encircling on three sides, and none of the soldiers and horses of the Eastern Route Army could reach the city of Datong.If not, I might have chosen a more radical approach, and here I would fight Jurchen with a long-term pain rather than a short-term pain.

After going back, I also have the confidence to raise Da Song's strength to another level.

At that time, it is not impossible to launch the Northern Expedition and attack Huanglong directly, and the Yongjing border.

The Jurchens retreated slowly, until there was no one in sight, and cheers erupted in the city of Datong.

Yang Lin waved his hand lightly, several cavalry guards rode their horses into the city, and wanted to let all the soldiers out of the city.

The west city gate controlled by Song Jun slowly opened, and after a while Yao Pingzhong walked out slowly with a group of people.

A group of Qinlong veterans couldn't help crying when they looked at the Western Army they had once commanded.

These people's faces were covered with blood, and it could be seen that they had straightened their military robes, and they could smell the stench from a long distance away.

The so-called heroes, especially on the battlefield, are not so glamorous

Behind every achievement, there is blood and flesh. Yang Lin tugged on the rein lightly, took a few steps forward, and suddenly drew out his sword, pointing it at the sky.

The soldiers behind them couldn't control it any longer, they all raised their weapons and cheered loudly.The sharp blade refracted the dazzling light, and at this moment the world was overshadowed.

Tears were already pouring down among the teachers. Hearing the earth-shattering cheers, he no longer cared about the demeanor of a Confucian general, and roared like a rough soldier, "Brother, did you see that? Army."

In Datong City, after all the soldiers and horses came out, the first ones to go in were no longer the soldiers.

Xu Shuwei led a group of people in sackcloth and yellow clothes with white cloth on their faces, and entered the city in groups.

The corpses must be burned clean, and there are sick people in the corners, and they are all gathered and isolated.

This is a cloud like scorched earth. It is harder than You Yan to recover. At least it will take half a month to control the epidemic.

During the Song and Jin Dynasties, it was one of the most severe periods of plague in history, which was related to the way the Jurchens fought.

Wherever they went, they fought and killed, and they drove the people to attack the city, causing hundreds of thousands of deaths and injuries at every turn.

If a large number of corpses are not cleaned up in time, they become a breeding ground for germs to multiply. After corruption, they are very likely to pollute nearby soil, water sources, and food.This background makes it possible for us to say in the traditional sense that "there is a big epidemic after a big disaster".

"In every fifty days, more than [-] people died from various gates, and the number of those who were too poor to be buried was not uncommon."

The entire history of the Jin Dynasty is a history of plagues. I don’t know how many people died of the infection.

So much so that Mongolia later destroyed gold and even started biochemical warfare, throwing the bodies of people who died of the plague into the city with trebuchets, which was very wicked.

In the big camp outside the city, the medicinal soup had been prepared long ago. After Yao Pingzhong's soldiers washed their bodies by the river, they burned all the dilapidated and dilapidated armor.

Some people were reluctant, looking at the Yijia in the fire, with distressed faces.

Immediately there were a few patrolling generals, who scolded: "These things may infect the plague, but they are just broken houses, so there is no need to feel distressed."

Soon someone came over with supplies and asked them to line up to get new ones. This group of soldiers with bare buttocks was considered to be alive again.

Yang Lin on the top of the mountain was sitting on a rock, looking at the scene below, his face sank like water.

I don't know when this piece of old land of the Han family will be completely tidied up. Judging from the present, Yunnei has been completely smashed.

Yelu Yanxi, Yelu Dashi, and Wanyan Aguda came and went one by one, fighting almost every day for several years.

The people here are mixed from various ethnic groups, and how to manage them is also a big problem.

Whether it is simply assigned to Qin Long or established as an independent province, the pros and cons of it are intertwined, which makes him think big.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, followed by a loud voice: "Men, I never thought that we could meet each other alive."

Only then did Yang Lin shake his head, turned around and said with a smile: "Xi Yan, this time we followed Yelu Dashi's way. I didn't expect this thief's heart to be as hard as iron, so decisive."

Daliao used iron as its national name. In the last years, only Yelu Dashi, who was as indomitable as iron, could retain a little blood of Khitan.Yelu Abaoji has a spirit in the sky, I don't know what he will think.

Throughout Yelu Dashi's life, no matter in the history of later generations or today, he has suffered repeated defeats and battles.After Youyan defeated Tongguan, he was controlled by Xi Wang Xiaoqian, and he sat and watched him split Youyan and finally fell, while he escaped; He escaped from the camp; he was also under house arrest by Yelu Yanxi, and finally escaped alone by killing people.

Escaping from a dangerous situation, it was staged three or four times, and finally with more than 200 confidants, a huge empire was established, known as Xiliao.The controlled area extends from Gaochang in the east to the Caspian Sea in the west, becoming the overlord of Central Asia.

Yao Pingzhong smiled and said, "It's a pity for Yelu Dashi."

Yang Lin patted the dirt on his hands, and said: "The old kind is dead, his grandson Fuling returned to Weicheng, and will be buried in the tomb soon. The old kind is a national hero, I have to go to offer incense, here is up to you Come and guard for a while."

"Men, don't worry, Xiyan will live up to the entrustment."

Chapter 341 The Northwest Wind and Cloud

"The morning rain in Weicheng is light and the dust is light, and the green willows in the inn are fresh. I advise you to drink a glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west."

Standing on the roof of Qingxin Temple in Shenheyuan, Wannian County, Weicheng, Weicheng, looking at the vast Qin land, thinking of the few contacts with Zhong Shidao before his death, I felt quite uncomfortable.

The relationship between myself and him, as well as the Xijun behind him, is very complicated.

I am the benefactor who rescued them with one hand. The Western Army in history was dismantled by the imperial government. When the Jin soldiers came, Zhong Shidao had only 5000 people in his hands, so he went to Bianliang Qinwang .

They didn't pay for three years, and they solved it by themselves. Tong Guan oppressed Qin Long's husband, and he rescued it himself.

I also married the granddaughter of Zhong Shidao, which can be regarded as an alliance in a sense.

However, he also mercilessly suppressed the general family of the Western Army and severely restricted their power. The Zhe family is still a rich man in Mizhou and has completely withdrawn from the Northwest stage.

From the top to the bottom of the Western Army, although it also has the meaning of a feudal town, except for the family who surrendered gold, the performance of several other families during the Jingkang catastrophe is still commendable.

Regarding Xi Jun, Yang Lin had complicated emotions, but he still admired Zhong Shidao.

Veteran, dying on the battlefield can be regarded as a kind of comfort.

A few bells rang in the distance, and a Taoist bowed respectfully and said, "Master Chiyang's uncle, Mr. Zhongxiang has entered the tomb."

Yang Lin nodded and walked down, ready to bow to the veteran.

After taking back Yunnei, the territory of the entire Song Dynasty has returned to a bit of the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The next thing to do is to concentrate on getting rid of the problems of this huge empire bit by bit.

I don't have much confidence in myself, I just cross the river by feeling the stones, step by step.