roccoschili The First Champion Chapter 255
The First Champion Chapter 255
There was blood and blood everywhere in the Southwest, countless people were killed in the Nujiang River, and the Tibetan soldiers ate people and drank blood, all of which were swept away from his mind with all his strength.
He waved his hand lightly to invite a palace lady, and after a while came in with a drawing board, and a few servants behind him were holding pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Looking around, Zhao Ji saw several buildings and terraces, and the copper bells with flying eaves hung on the blue sky, against the remaining snow on the eaves, he couldn't help but praise: "Yang Aiqing has built a good garden, it's really a world of glazed, white snow and red plums."
He swipes and splashes ink, fully immersing himself in it. The white snow, winter day, sunny day, blue sky, old branches, and red plums all need a few strokes to fully express the meaning.
After finishing the painting, Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly remembered something, knocked over the ink with a bang, and a copy that could be handed down to the world was completely polluted.
A few servants, Gong'e, hurriedly bent over to pack them up, Zhao Ji closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"Tell Cai Jing, Yang Lin, and Liang Shicheng to come see me together."
On the eve of the Shangyuan Festival, Wang Fu, who had been active in the Huizong dynasty for many years, finally ended his astonishing promotion.
Being promoted to the eighth rank by the Tongyi doctor and being appointed as a special advance has already broken the record since the founding of the Song Dynasty.Yang Lin, who was born as the No. [-] scholar, is also slightly inferior in comparison.
The Southwest was defeated, and the officials relegated the commander-in-chief Wang Fu out of Beijing.
Cai Jing and Yang Lin looked at each other and lowered their heads at random. This was considered to be an arm of Liang Shicheng, but Liang Shicheng didn't show the slightest expression on his face.
Yang Lin bowed and said: "Your Majesty, there is no need to be angry. There is still room for maneuver in the southwestern war. Such a big defeat is actually because the commander Wang Fu is incompetent and not the soldiers are weak. I would like to go to the southwest to clean up the remnants of the defeated generals, rectify the banners and horses, and serve as my emperor." Trample Tubo."
Cai Jing's expression changed, he stared at Yang Lin's side face, and cursed in his heart: treacherous hozen.
Set the old eunuch Liang Shicheng on fire, and sneak out to lead the troops by himself. Now that the officials are furious, no one dares to hold you back anymore. The old eunuch Liang's anger will be borne by the old man alone?
Zhao Ji nodded and said: "The business still depends on Aiqing. This time, we need to win a big victory to restore the situation and appease the people. Don't let me down."
Yang Lin clasped his hands together and said, "My lord, dare to be loyal and wise, sweep away Tubo, wipe out the southwest, expand the territory, and serve my emperor!"
Chapter 3 and Two
In Zhaodefang, Yang Lin had a good night's sleep, very sweet.
These days, when he closes his eyes, he sees the tragic image of Zhang Shuye and the headless corpse of the Huzhou military officer, making Yang Lin sleepy and embarrassed.
In fact, Zhang Shuye had only met Zhang Shuye once, and it was still in the extremely urgent city of Suzhou, so he had long forgotten what he looked like.
Yang Lin wholeheartedly thought that Zhang Shuye was dead, and felt very uncomfortable. It was hard for the hero not to cry when he ended up fighting for the country.
Once that fellow Wang Fu loses power, there are countless people who want to kill him, so he doesn't need to worry about it.
In the history of later generations, not long after Wang Fu lost his position, Kaifeng Yin Nieshan and Wang Fu had an unresolved grudge, so they sent someone to kill him.
It was dawn, and Yang Lin got up. The Xu family sisters came to fetch water for him to wash, and washed his face with hot towels. Their little aunt, Xu Saiyue, stood behind him, took a rhino horn comb, and combed his hair. also complained:
"There are so many generals in the court, why do we always let Dalang, a civil servant, go out to fight? The Tubo people are fierce. Last time we went to buy rouge in Yueying Lane with Mrs. Ning'er, we met a Tubo fan whose eyes stared like bells. , the arms are thicker than someone's waist."
Yang Lin made her laugh so much, he returned his hand lightly on the tip of Xu Saiyue's tun, and patted her soft flesh trembling through his clothes, and said with a smile: "Authentic Tubo people are thick and short, you touch them Eighty percent of the people who arrived were not from Tubo, but a bit like Tatars. This time I went out of Beijing, not only for the purpose of fighting, you guys are also bored at home, so I asked Yun Niang to bring some gifts and go back to her mother’s house on the Lantern Festival Bar."
The third daughter was overjoyed, Xu Saiyue put her arms around his neck and pecked hard, the other two were also very happy holding the wooden basin.
After Yang Lin got up, there were rustling footsteps outside, and Liu Rongniang brought in a wooden lunch box, which contained a Han pottery lacquer bowl, three small imitation pottery dishes, a small bowl of rice porridge, and four Small buns, one plate is black bean puree, and the other plate is fried spring rolls, both are steaming hot, looking quite sweet and gluttonous.
Yang Lin grabbed a bun casually and said with a smile: "Go back to your mother's house to have a look, and ask your sister Yuniang to arrange a carriage, and it will take three or five nurses to take you back. I'm not at the house on the Lantern Festival. Being alone in Zhaodefang is also boring.”
Liu Rongniang was more gentle and submissive than other concubines, with full eyes and charming eyes, she whispered softly, "Thank you Dalang."
After casually eating breakfast, Yang Lin got up, put on his official uniform, and went to Fang Miaolian's courtyard, his son was still sound asleep.
Fang Miaolian suffered from lethargy during pregnancy, and wondered if she wanted to make up for the loss she suffered last time. When she saw Yang Lin coming in with sleepy eyes, she asked, "Why are you here?"
Yang Lin sat by the bed and said softly, "I'm going to fight against Tubo, I wonder if I can come back before the child is born."
Upon hearing this, Fang Miaolian struggled to sit up and asked, "Why are you going out again?"
Yang Lin's heart moved, and he said with a sullen face: "Wang Fu was defeated, the situation in the southwest is critical, and the Tubo people have already driven straight into the Song Dynasty. If no one stands up, the Song Dynasty will be in danger."
"Are the Tubo people so powerful?" Fang Miaolian did not know the national conditions of Tubo, but she also knew that the Song Dynasty always lost battles, and Bianliang was besieged several times.
"Will it be dangerous for you to go this time?"
Yang Lin sighed, and said, "If I don't come back, you should take good care of Le'er and the child in your womb, and consider this family business as my legacy to you three."
With tears in Fang Miaolian's eyes, she took out a piece of red silk from under the pillow and tied it around Yang Lin's waist: "This is the peace talisman I asked for for Le'er, if you wear it, you will surely avert disaster. "
Yang Lin squeezed a few tears, touched her swollen belly, and said emotionally: "For the three of you, I will definitely come back alive."
After leaving the inner courtyard, the troops of the Long Live Battalion had already assembled. Yang Lin stepped on his horse and set off towards the outside of Bianliang City with an order.
The cold wind blew past, and most of the people in Bianliang City were still under warm blankets.
Yang Lin embarked on the journey to the south again. In his plan, this expedition was not originally planned.
Sitting in the center by himself, Tubo is the whetstone of the soldiers of the Song Dynasty. In order to prepare for the great war in the north in a few years, they have trained a strong army and several qualified commanders.
Who knows, he was so lucky that he ran into such a scumbag as Wang Fu, which almost ruined his plan.
Fortunately, this guy escaped simply, and the imperial army had a lot of money. The unambitious Tubo people only cared about picking up the loot, and didn't think about forming an alliance to eat up the Song army on the southern front.
Otherwise, if too many of the 10,000+ imperial guards in the Beijing camp and Xiang soldiers die, Dali, which has finally settled down, is bound to ignite another military disaster.
You know, Gao Taiming, the leader of the 36 tribes of Wuman, is still hiding in the foothills of Cangshan and Erhai to fight guerrillas.
The horseshoes splashed ice foam, and the east was gradually turning white above the heads of the team heading south against the cold wind.
After leaving Bianjing, Lu Qian rode on his horse, feeling very happy.
Although he has a bright future with Shao Zai, he doesn't like to be bored in Bianliang City, and he acts as a flower-seeker messenger every day, looking for beauties or escorting Shao Zai.
A man with lofty ambitions and abilities, only on the battlefield is the most hearty joy.
Yang Lin said loudly: "Lu Qian, how many days will it take to ride a horse like this?"
"In less than a month."
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On Jishi Mountain, Han Shizhong's camp of the Chinese army, countless elite cavalry are ready to go.
Under Han Shizhong's command, apart from some elite soldiers of the Western Army, they are full of Qiang soldiers, Kelie soldiers, and Qingfan soldiers.
Occupying a high place and cavalry charging can be described as an invincible tactic on this open plateau.
The flag was waved, and the shouts of thousands of people exploded at the same time, and they shuttled between the valleys together with the unceasing sound of the horn, and went straight to the sky.
The mountain walls on both sides amplified the sound waves heavily, and finally merged into a huge roar, which merged with the rushing hoofbeats, like a sudden high tide, which would completely bury the Tibetan monks and soldiers below.