The number one scholar of the Song Dynasty

The First Champion Chapter 256

An indescribable fear permeated the Tubo troops, tightly gripping the hearts of the Tubo soldiers.

Different from the ferocity of Tubo in the southwest, thanks to the efforts of several generations of frontier generals in the Song Dynasty, nearly 30 Tubo people on the northern line have surrendered to the Song Dynasty. These people are the best guides and forwards.

Han Shizhong has been taken advantage of for half his life and has made countless military exploits. He was either impersonated or covered up.

The only thing he got in exchange was a few rewards, which couldn't cover his gambling debts.

Now that Xianyu turned himself over and became the head coach of the northern front line, watching his soldiers and horses charge forward, his heart was agitated.

Since the start of the war on the northern front, they haven't encountered even a decent resistance, and the only one that resists slightly stronger is the Tubo of the Bailan tribe, which will soon be crushed.

More Fan tribes chose to surrender internally. After all, they have been fighting for so long and are a little bored.

Tubo has lost its king under the torment of the monks. It might not be a good idea to join the Song Dynasty. Everyone in the world does not know the wealth of the Song Dynasty.

Wang Ting smiled and said, "Han Shuai, after this battle, there are no Tibetans near Jishi Mountain who refused to surrender. I heard that the Tibetan soldiers near the Nujiang River were fierce and killed Wang Tejin back to Dali. Let's go to support him." .”

"The territory of Tubo is mostly wilderness, and there are often no cities for thousands of miles. We are all cavalry, and we should be able to stop the Tubo people in less than a month. But to be honest, I really want to know, Wang Tejin How did you lose? From my point of view, in this battle, losing is more difficult than winning."

Chapter 3 and Three

All the way south, as if chasing the footsteps of spring.

The weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the thick cloak that I was wearing on my body has been taken off, until the area around Yunnan and Guizhou is already full of greenery.

The Tubo people did not invade aggressively, because they knew their own strength. Once they pursued too deeply, their lair was likely to be invaded by the tribes behind.

The divided tribes of Tubo have fought against each other for a hundred years, and they have long since become a mess. The hatred is getting deeper and deeper, and no one dares to lead troops away from their headquarters for too long.

When Yang Lin came to Yangyibaa City, it was already spring and the gates of the former capital of Dali were wide open, and hundreds of generals welcomed Yang Lin into the city.

Yang Lin once brought them endless glory, but now all of them have been thrown away, and the shame is printed on the foreheads of every soldier. They were chased and killed by Tubo for a hundred miles, and lost all face.

After a month of running around, Yang Lin was exhausted. He waved his hand to indicate that the welcome ceremony was unnecessary, and Yang Lin said to the generals following behind him: "Selection, punishment, grain, grass, ordnance, all related files, all sent to the I am here, and the morale is the first priority, within ten days, I will continue to go out."

Yangyibai city had hoarded enough grain and grass, and no less than 20 troops were stationed there. If the Tubo people really came, even Wang Fu could hold it.

When the generals saw it, they thought it was Shao Zai who was dissatisfied with the record, and they all kept silent, daring not to speak.

How did they know that Yang Lin was exhausted, his legs were still trembling, and it hurt like hell when he moved.

After entering the city of Yangyibaa, Yang Lin fell asleep and didn't care to appreciate the beautiful scenery of Dali in the Song Dynasty.

In his residence, there is a small courtyard, full of Dali style.

The same color of blue tiles and powder walls, water-polished blue bricks pave the floor, and the brick carvings of "Fu Lu Shou" on the screen wall are exquisite and orderly.

Although the courtyard is small, it has all internal organs. There are three main rooms, three east and west rooms, and three north halls. The roof is low and sloping, simple and unsophisticated.

When Yang Lin arrived in the bedroom, there was even agarwood that soothes the nerves. It seems that people here are living a good life.How did he know that the quality of life of the nobles in Dali is not inferior to that of Song people, and they are very comfortable.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and tearing off his boots, Yang Lin couldn't help grinning: "It hurts so damn!"

He didn't know that he hadn't taken off these boots for a few days, and he hadn't lived in a city since he entered Dali. Needless to say, they were smelly, and the soles of his feet came out with blood blisters and were worn out. The so-called socks in this era are just like the soles of the feet. It was stuck together, and when it was pulled a little, it made him squeak and yelp.

"The sky is falling, don't bother me."

Yang Lin let out a loud roar, then hugged the quilt and fell asleep peacefully, and it was evening when he fell asleep.

This was originally Gao Mingtai's courtyard in Dali, but now it's Yang Lin's bedroom, and a dozen generals are waiting outside.

No one dared to speak, even the slight snoring in the bedroom could be heard. When Yang Lin finally woke up, with his hungry chest pressed against his back, he pulled on his shoes and put on a piece of clothing, and kicked open the door , more than a dozen generals stood up one after another, clasped their fists and said, "Young master."

A person as elegant and elegant as Yang Shaozai now has a face full of wind and frost, his cheeks have become much thinner, and he looks a little more heroic.

"Huzhou Xiangbing, each person will be rewarded with [-] pieces of money, and thirteen generals who were unjustly killed will be counted, reported to the court, awarded credit, and distributed to relatives. As for Zhang Shuye, tomorrow he will go to the cliff where he died and open the altar. Sacrifice."

When everyone heard it, this was to settle the old accounts of Wang Fu's time, to clear up the Huzhou faction, and thus improve morale.

Huzhou soldiers and horses have proved that the Tubo people have nothing to be afraid of, and they can be defeated by Xiang soldiers that everyone looks down on.

Lu Qian moved a stool, and Yang Lin sat down. Immediately, people from the Long Live Camp stepped forward, carrying a sand table that had been set up.

Taking the slender pole from Lu Wang's hand, Yang Lin beckoned, and all the generals came up together.

Yang Lin pointed to the Nujiang River in Shapan Mountain and asked, "Although you have fled back in a hurry, you haven't forgotten how to get there?"

The generals were ashamed, although Wang Fu gave the order to flee, but it is rare to have the courage to fight back like Zhang Shuye.

Yang Lin looked at the reaction of the generals, sneered, suddenly found a familiar figure, slapped the table and cursed: "Fang Qifo, get out."

Fang Qifo, who was among the generals, didn't know why he was called by name, he came out stunned for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "Sir?"

"Others, I don't know. You were right with me in Suzhou. You are very good at commanding and fighting. Why did you become an idiot in my Song army?"

Fang Qifo had a bitter look on his face, frowned and said bitterly: "Young master, the last general has no soldiers under his command. The magistrate still has thousands of soldiers, and the last general is in charge of the camp prostitutes."

Yang Lin almost staggered and fell, his jaw dropped in shock, and asked, "What do you care?"

It was related to the dignity of the Song army, Liu Zhongwu, deputy envoy of Xuanfu, whispered it in his ear, and Yang Lin finally understood.

It turned out that after Wang Fu arrived in Dali, he ransacked the homes of all the officials from Dali's original Xiangguo Gao Taiming lineage, and organized no less than 200 of their wives, daughters and maidservants into a camp of prostitutes, who were specially responsible for performing songs and dances for the Song army.

Fang Qifo was so happy that he was Yang Lin's man, Wang Fu found an excuse, beat dozens of boards, and assigned him to manage these "camp prostitutes".

Yang Lin thought to himself, Wang Fu's grandson was crushed by himself in Bianjing, he even snatched his Zhaodefang to live in by himself, if he left Bianliang, he would be destroyed, and he would be bullied by people who specially pick on me.

Glancing at Fang Qifo, this kid has gained a lot of weight after being sent to this errand, and he couldn't help cursing: "Useless things, I will give you 30 guan, and you raise a big banner to recruit soldiers in Dali, Wu Man!" Most of the thirteen and sixteen clans are brave and brave, so how can life be rewarded with benefits if life is difficult?"

When Fang Qifo heard that there was so much money, he immediately agreed with a smile, and complimented: "If you don't kill, you are extraordinary."

"Get out, you can have some rules with the people in the south of the Yangtze River. The source of troops here is like a grassland. They are all hunters. You can fight with a little training. You don't have to roll around in the powder pile anymore. A man with ambitions in all directions, how can he linger in the world?" Femininity."

Fang Qifo retreated under his command. The army on the southern front had no shortage of military expenses, and had allocated enough supplies, food and salaries in advance. Although Wang Fu was greedy for ink, but now he has been slapped, the officials say that he has no family property, and it is estimated that all of them have been collected. public.

Wang Fu's family is in Bianliang, so he must have not shipped it back, and he still has enough military expenses.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Yang Lin stood up and said sharply: "Tomorrow, I will pay homage to Zhang Shuye. Wherever our army fights for the country, there must not be a wronged soul! How about an official like a king? I won't let you go killed him."

Chapter 3 Chiyang Real Man's Spiritualism

That day, several Marquises of Yu were dispatched by Wang Fu, so they were unlucky.

After he came back, before he had time to receive the reward just after finishing speaking, Wang Fu fell from power.

Zhang Shuye suddenly became a hero from a criminal, and several people were thrown into prison immediately, and the location of the rolling downhill that day was interrogated.

Yang Lin led the crowd to come on horseback, with white silk tied around their waists, a yellow beam crown on their heads, and a black Taoist robe, with a solemn face.